This was commissioned earlier this year by Korri09 https://www.furaffinity.net/user/korri09/ . ^_^ Do enjoy the story this cold winter...and even when it's not cold out. XD Just that I like to post seasonal art. >w>

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Shelia, the Arcanine, stood as a magnificent and formidable canine within the team, regarded as the most potent Pokemon beside Beldy. In the annals of the trainer's journey, she held the distinction of being his first Pokemon, having been an integral part of his family lineage. Shelia's origin traced back to the trainer's mother, who, in her days as a Pokemon trainer, had Shelia as one of her loyal companions until her retirement.
Beyond her role in the trainer's team, Shelia led a multifaceted life. Akin to her canine nature, she served in various capacities, functioning as a cop, rescuer, and even a vore therapist. Her sense of duty extended beyond battles, and she willingly extended her assistance to those in need, apprehending wrongdoers and delivering them to the police center safely ensconced within her belly.
This day, Shelia’s role was to protect her trainer.

As the trainer and his loyal Arcanine, Sheila, traversed the snow-laden landscape, a sense of weariness clung to them like the frosty air. Their destination was a humble hotel, its exterior barely visible against the blanket of snow. The trainer, bundled up in layers, led the way, his breath forming ephemeral clouds in the frigid air.

Upon entering the hotel, the ambiance shifted from the wintry chill to a slightly warmer interior. The receptionist, oblivious to the duo's fatigue, handed over a key to a room that promised shelter from the biting cold outside. The trainer and Sheila ascended creaking stairs, their echoes resonating in the narrow hallway.

Their room, evidence to the hotel's modest offerings, unfolded before them. Tattered curtains clung desperately to the windows, their attempts to block out the winter cold futile. The bed, adorned with a lone bed-sheet, squeaked in protest at the prospect of providing a night's reprieve. A glance at the bathroom revealed a broken shower and a toilet with a perpetual struggle for functionality.

The trainer, feeling the chill seeping through his layers, made a futile attempt to coax warmth from a temperamental heater. Sheila, attuned to her trainer's discomfort, pouted in concern. Sheila observed her trainer with a mix of shyness and concern. The frigid temperatures outside seemed to have taken a toll on him, evident in his shivering form. Overwhelmed by a desire to provide comfort, Sheila hesitated before mustering the courage to address the situation.

With a blush adorning her furry cheeks, she approached her trainer, her Arcanine eyes reflecting a mix of bashfulness and genuine care. With a sympathetic whimper, her warm breath created a stark contrast to the cold surroundings. Determined to offer solace, Sheila nudged her trainer gently, rubbing her nose against him. The Arcanine warmth enveloped him, providing a stark contrast to the biting cold of the hotel room. Sensing his shivers persisting, Sheila expressed her concern with a gentle lick that conveyed both warmth and reassurance.

Tentatively, she explained, “You know…my unique abilities as a Fire-type Pokemon might offer a solution to alleviate your…discomfort. Especially since I’m very warm…inside.”

Her words hung in the air, laden with a sincerity that spoke volumes about the bond they shared. He offered her a weak smile, chattering his teeth too much to give a proper reply, but hee did nod his head at her offer.

In an endearing display of affection, Sheila leaned forward, delicately licking her trainer's face. The gesture carried warmth and reassurance, a silent promise of the comfort she sought to provide. Embracing her innate fire abilities, she parted her jaws, exhaling a gentle stream of warmth that enveloped her trainer's shivering form.

With a deliberate and measured approach, Sheila, the loyal Arcanine, initiated the unusual yet intimate process of drawing her trainer into the depths of her maw. Every movement carried a careful consideration to ensure his safety, a testament to the profound connection between trainer and Pokemon.

As her jaws opened wider, the trainer's face was gradually enveloped by the warmth of Sheila's mouth. The careful maneuvering ensured that no harm befell him; her teeth, normally sharp and formidable, were now instruments of protection. Sheila's experienced control prevented any accidental discomfort, a reflection of the trust that bound them together.

The sensation within her maw became a blend of textures and warmth. Slobber, a natural byproduct of the process, added a touch of unexpected intimacy. Sheila's tongue, gentle and explorative, wandered over the trainer's face, a tactile expression of the care she extended. The rhythmic sounds of licking and the comforting warmth of her mouth created an atmosphere of reassurance, softening the unconventional nature of the situation.

The tightness of her gullet, a natural consequence of the swallowing process, became a cocoon of warmth and security. Every deliberate swallow marked the journey into the unknown, yet the trainer found an odd comfort in the steady cadence of Sheila's heartbeat. The pulsating rhythm seemed to echo a unique form of solace, a connection that transcended the physical act of ingestion.

In the quietude of the moment, Sheila's careful swallowing became a ritual of trust and affection. The pulsing heartbeat, now an audible presence, soothed the trainer in an ustrangely calming manner. The act, laden with intimacy and the unspoken language between them, unfolded as a display of unwavering devotion.

Nested within the warmth and pulsating confines of Sheila's throat, the trainer found a surprisingly snug haven. His face, pressed against the moist and yielding walls, elicited a contented sigh from him. The ambiance within the fleshy passage became an unusual but surprisingly comfortable shelter, accentuated by the rhythmic vibrations of Sheila's growls of delight. The moist and squishy insides, though strange, became a haven of reassurance for the trainer. Sheila, sensing his relaxation, blushed in response. The growls of delight from the Arcanine were not only a vocalization of gratification but also a testament to the peculiar tenderness that unfolded within the depths of her being.

As the trainer nestled his face deeper into the plush interior, Sheila, overcome by a fond affection, couldn't help but appreciate the sweetness of the moment. The bond between them, a blend of trust and endearment, transformed the peculiar circumstance into an unexpected expression of closeness.

In a playful gesture, Sheila extended her tongue, the muscular organ snaking across the trainer's shoe and sock-covered feet. The tactile exploration, accompanied by the flicking motion that removed the footwear, left his feet bare. It was a considerate act, acknowledging the discomfort of wet shoes and socks, revealing Sheila's attentiveness to his well-being.

The mention of saliva introduced an element of the natural process, yet within this unusual context, it became a part of the unique communion between trainer and Pokemon. Sheila, with a gentle touch, licked the exposed toes, a tender expression of care that added an unexpected layer of caring to the scenario. After all, her drool and breath was warming. As well, all of him needed to slick to go down the gullet carefully.

With the trainer's feet now bare and Sheila's tongue having left its trail, the final act unfolded. Sheila, in a powerful and deliberate motion, engulfed the last remnants of her trainer into the depths of her throat. The powerful swallowing action sounded out in a booming “GLURK” followed by her feminine sigh.

As the Arcanine welcomed her trainer into the cavernous expanse of her belly, a noticeable expansion occurred. The gradual swelling of her midsection bespoke the addition of the trainer to the unique confines within. The warmth emanating from the belly enveloped him, creating an environment that, despite its unusual nature, carried a strange sense of comfort.

The introduction of the trainer into the belly brought forth a symphony of sensations. Saliva, a natural component of digestion, coated the surroundings within. The moist and warm embrace of Sheila's digestive fluids added an unusual layer of intimacy, an inevitable part of the journey within the Arcanine's formidable stomach.

Amidst the belly's depths, gurgling sounds reverberated, signaling the initial stages of the digestive process that wouldn’t dare harm him. Sheila wouldn’t allow it. Not with her precious trainer. The rhythmic gurgles, though peculiar, became a backdrop to the serene ambiance within. Sheila's digestive system, in its natural course, contributed to the unique experience. The heartbeat, a constant companion even within the belly, maintained its soothing cadence. The rhythmic thumping, once an audible presence outside, now reverberated within the confines of Sheila's belly. Remarkably, the heartbeat retained its calming effect, creating an unexpected serenity amid the bizarre setting.

Within the belly, the trainer, now fully enveloped by Sheila's digestive embrace, couldn't help but sigh in contentment. The warmth, the echoes of gurgles, and the steady heartbeat all combined to create an oddly comforting atmosphere.

Sheila stood sentinel beside the bed, a sight that shifted from her usual majestic form as her belly now cradled the form of her relaxed trainer. With meticulous care, she ascended the creaking bed, a careful dance to ensure the comfort and safety of her precious cargo. The journey from the floor to the bed unfolded with a deliberate grace, each step a verification to the mindfulness she had about her size.

Once perched upon the bed, Sheila initially reclined on top of her belly, the weight of her midsection providing an unusual but oddly comforting cushion. However, a blush graced her features as a realization dawned, prompting a swift adjustment. With a gentle maneuver, Sheila allowed her belly to rest sideways, a considerate measure to avoid any discomfort for her nestled trainer. The act was a proof to Sheila's commitment to ensuring her trainer's well-being even in the most peculiar circumstances.

As Sheila found her comfortable position, a cascade of happy growls emanated from her. The curious symphony of sounds was a blend of satisfaction and contentment, a unique expression of joy stemming from the strange intimacy of the moment. In response, the trainer, snuggled within the fleshy cocoon of Sheila's belly, couldn't help but reciprocate. His hand gingerly reached out, caressing the warm and gurgling expanse beneath him.

Sheila, attuned to the affectionate gestures, responded with affection of her own. Her tongue extended, a tactile exploration that roamed across the surface of her belly. The moist contact left behind a trail of warmth, a sensation that added to the peculiar yet strangely endearing ambiance within the room. The trainer's petting, an act of reciprocation, transformed the unusual setting into a space of shared intimacy.

As the trainer nuzzled comfortably within the confines of Sheila's safe stomach, he gradually succumbed to the soothing embrace of slumber. His eyes closed, the rhythmic rise and fall of his breath attesting to the tranquility he found within the unique sanctuary of his Arcanine companion. Sheila, in turn, ceased her gentle licks and nosing of her belly, a blush gracing her features as she observed the serene scene unfolding around her.

A tender smile played on Sheila's lips as she turned her attention towards the hotel window. The encroaching night heralded the arrival of snowflakes, a gentle cascade that adorned the landscape in a pristine blanket of white. The room, now dimly lit by the soft glow of the evening, became a nest of warmth and tranquility, with Sheila's thick fur coat shielding her from the encroaching chill.

Despite the gradual drop in temperature, Sheila remained unfazed. Her attention lingered on the mesmerizing dance of snowfall outside, each flake an indication to the serene beauty of the winter night. The chill in the air was but a distant concern, overshadowed by the warmth emanating from the bond she shared with her trainer, now nestled safely within her.

The trainer's gentle slumber, proof to the comfort within Sheila's belly, allowed her the luxury of a quiet moment of contemplation. The room, bathed in the soft glow of the night, became a sanctuary for introspection. Sheila, enveloped in the stillness of the evening, found solace in the knowledge that her trainer was safe and warm, shielded from the elements by the protective embrace of her thick fur and belly.

As the snow continued its gentle descent outside, Sheila's gaze lingered a while longer on the wintry landscape. The hushed tranquility of the night, coupled with the sense of security she derived from her trainer's presence, eventually lulled her into a peaceful slumber. The room, now a haven of quietude, bore witness to the peaceful end of a day marked by unique companionship and the unwavering bond between trainer and Pokemon. The night unfolded its serene embrace, cradling Sheila and her trainer in a restful sleep, a harmonious conclusion to their extraordinary day.


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