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The Adventures of Lulu - Page 251 - The Monster's Lair - By Megaladong - Overview
Thundershock stopped his attack before, so why wouldn’t it work again? With tongue coiled, the kecleon launches it forward once more. And like before, your electricity is there to greet it, racing up the pink snare and to its owner. But this time is different… The now yellow kecleon only winces in slight discomfort at the sparks crackling around his body, and it does nothing to impede the progress of his sticky appendage bound for a pika meal… Your Thundershock was not very effective!

The tongue swoops under your belly and spirals all around, encompassing most of your world in the pink muscles glistening with fresh saliva. Before you can even process just how bad of a situation you’ve managed to find yourself, the tongue quickly tightens. In less than a second, it expertly ensnares you from neck to hips in a ribbon of death. Like the coils of a snake, the strong muscles squeeze tight, crushing the air out of your lungs. The smooth, warm tongue rubs against your fur, exciting the taste buds - made evident by the gaping maw in front dripping drool and the manic smile breaking from the corner of the lips.

No, it can’t end like this, can it? You look behind the kecleon at your nephew. You think to yourself, “I’m so sorry I failed you, Jet.” Now you both will share the same grave… Or will you? You try to think of a way out of this… the pidgey! If he is nearby, he certainly heard your Thundershock. If you can delay the monster's meal, then maybe the pidgey will make it back in time…

You squirm and wriggle, trying to make it as difficult as you can for your hunter. You scream but only a horrible choking sound comes from your mouth. You expect the monster to reel you in and get to scarfing you down, but he must have different plans… Suddenly, he whips you to the side, flinging you skull-first into the trunk of a tree then releasing the tongue’s grip leaving you a huddled mass on the ground.

You nearly blackout as the world around spins and pulses. Between countless pulses, you can see the kecleon quickly re-gobble your nephew down; the furless, pink body disappearing down his ravenous gullet, its journey marked but a lump smoothly flowing down the yellow neck and disappearing into the greater mass of kecleon’s midsection.

The sight brings tears to your eyes. “N-no…” you say meekly, trying to get to your paws. But the slam into the tree has rendered you feeble and you quickly fall to your stomach…

As soon as the kecleon has devoured Jet, he waddles and hides in a bush nearby, camouflaging himself once more… What is he doing?

But that question is answered only seconds later. The pidgey you met earlier soars over a tree across the clearing. “Pikachu?” it squawks scanning the area. Your only hope now is it will see the dead pidgey first but it is on the other side hiding behind the base of the big tree. Sure enough, he spots you first and glides down to just a foot in front.

“N-no… d-don’t… f-fly away…” you try to warn but the warning was quieter than a caterpie chirp.

“What happened to you pikachu?” It looks at you, head cocking side to side.

You try one last time, “t-trap… r-run…” but your eyes grow wide as from behind the pidgey, the gapping, disembodied maw opens. The pidgey, still not understanding your words, doesn’t stand a chance.

In a flash, the kecleon launches his tongue forward, wrapping up the unsuspecting pidgey around the midsection.

“Waa?” coos the pidgey in shock. But just as quickly as the tongue struck it retracts. The levitating maw slurps the poor pidgey to its grasp and clamps down with a sticky smack before the pidgey can even make a peep. The large mouth engulfs nearly all of the bird except the tips of its wings, now on either side of the kecleon’s lips.

The kecleon uncamouflages as frantic, muffled struggles come from within his mouth, the ends of the wings flapping in desperation and shedding feathers as he fights in vain for his life. The kecleon’s color changes to a light magenta as, no doubt, the pidgey tries to peck and claw its way out. But the squinting, happy eyes and curled lips indicate he has the pidgey right where he wants and is only enjoying its pointless struggles.

Like a bag with a live meowth inside, his cheeks bulge with amorphous lumps as his prey tries to fight. But the kecleon is not just passively letting the pidgey wear himself out but actively wrestling with him, tightening his jaw and pressing his tongue against the roof of his mouth. The pidgey’s struggles rapidly wane under the smothering assault; in no more than a minute, the tips of the pidgey’s wing only twitch slightly and bulges in the kecleon cheeks are barely visible.

The kecleon, satisfied his next meal is exhausted enough not to resist, tilts his head up and gulps. Like with your nephew before, a lump can be seen sliding down his throat except this time the lump squirms in the unlucky bird’s last-ditch effort of staving off meeting the inside of a stomach. But like his flailing in the mouth, is pointless and with a few extra hard gulps and neck gyrations, joins your nephew in a gut’s stew…

“Paaaaahhhhh…” declares the kecleon in satisfaction with an open mouth - his tongue rolling out limp and onto the ground and a yellow claw giving three hearty pats on the bulging gut. This whole time, you’ve just sat there in horror, unable to move as the monster had his way and his dinner knowing you will be the next squirming lump to travel his length - tears dripping off your cheeks. A large knot has formed on the top of your skull where it clashed with the tree and bruises prevent you from resisting. Why like this? You now wish he killed you outright. It’s only a matter of time before the kecleon adds you as the living main course.

The kecleon sobers up from his self-indulgent display of satisfaction, slurping his tongue back up and training his gaze on you with a wicked grin. “N-no… no… P-please don’t…” you try to plead with the senseless predator.

The magenta lizard pays no heed to your pathetic pleas; He walks over to you and his protruding gut looms over you menacingly, casting a long shadow across his prey - foreshadowing your fate. And still from within, below low groans and glrks, you can make out faint muffled chirping, leaving no doubt the pidgey is still very much alive, dying a slow, horrible death. The kecleon looks down on you almost with a puzzled look, like he is debating what to do.

Is there any hope left for you? You look to the sky; it will only be five minutes till sunset and right around then Maple should return. If somehow you could delay him that long, Maple could be your saving grace.

He lowers his head and gently nuzzles his snout between your years, taking long, slow whiffs of your scent. The sound of which sends a shiver down your spine. Is he enjoying the smell of his food? But the question is answered soon but with an even more horrific answer than just you turning into a meal; between his legs, from a slit, emerges a red, shimmering phallus but not like any you’ve ever seen; it looks almost mangled and bristles with bulbous barbs. The beast with one primal instinct satiated now seeks to satiate another. No… he isn’t admiring his dinner, he is admiring his mate… Could this day get any worse?

The kecleon’s dick comes to fully erect quickly and soon he opens his mouth with a sensual exhale, sending warm breath down your back and the smell of pidgey and pichu filling the air. With it, his tongue comes out, slithering down your back slowly and methodical like an ekan’s hunting in tall grass, searching for easy prey. It sweeps over your haunches, wraps your left leg in its grip, hikes your leg for you, and with the bulbous end latches to your doehood with a sticky splat.

“Piiii…” you gasp meekly. The tongue is much too large to penetrate but the end is like a powerful, warm, rubbery muscle, able to knead and stroke your cunt with alarming proficiency. He pulls away, creating a strong, unique suction that makes a wet pop as it releases and feels positively heavenly - excluding the circumstances. He then presses the gooey tongue back to the pussy, surrounding the vulva and repeating the process. Warmth builds between your thighs, your cheeks blush, and quiet moans slip from your lips. Oh gods, why does this feel so good?

Disgusting smacking sound rings from your nether quarters as he pushes and pulls your soft bits with his sticky appendage - his cock, just an inch in front of your face pokes your forehead occasionally and from above you, the gut of the beast sounds off but now with quieter peeping and louder groans. Your pussy quivers in pleasure not seeming to care that what is pleasing it is a murderous monster - and may enjoy that fact more - and is bringing you dangerously close to climaxing. What is wrong with you? This process is degrading but it may save you: the kecleon has seemed to have completely lost himself in rut lust to the point where he may have forgotten Maple will return soon - the sun now just barely peeks over the horizon - and their-in lies your last hope...

“MAAAAAWWWWWW…” Groans the slowpoke in horrified terror from across the clearing as he witnesses your molestation. The kecleon stops suddenly and snaps his head to the slowpoke. That must have knocked him to his senses for he slurps his tongue back up and runs over to the disemboweled pidgey below the tree where you found him. He quickly lassos the dead pidgey into the river where it is pulled under the surface soon after by some fish Pokemon. The kecleon dashes around mopping up any fluids left from your fight…

As you watch the wicked chameleon scrub the crime scene, you give the slowpoke the evil eye - mostly because he just doomed you to an awful fate and in part, though you’d hate to admit it, because you were only seconds away from a powerful orgasm and now you lay immobilized and unable to finish off what the kecleon started. You are left flustered and with an unbelievable strong itch between your legs. Small huffs come from you as a way to cool off.

Just as the kecleon is finishing, you can hear loud talking coming down the path; it must be Maple and her friends coming to collect you. But it is too late… the kecleon has finished wiping the area of all evidence except for one foolish pikachu…

He waddles over to you and opens wide; looming above you is the gaping maw of a predator dripping with saliva; The toothless cavity almost beckons to you - the dark-reddish void in the back inviting you to fall in and get lost - forever. For thousands of Pokemon, this was their exact last sight - including Jet’s and countless other loved ones - and now yours too.

But he doesn't let you admire his maw for long; he clamps down on your head and begins gobbling you up - each bite he takes another for inches of you in his sultry, slippery mouth. “Chaaa…” you groan with discomfort as before you know it, you are pressed face-first against the back of his hot, fleshy throat, staring into the red abyss. From within, sounds of a gleeful stomach hard at work sing to you - though now, without the backup vocals of pidgey’s dying peeping… on that front, it is eerily quiet - and with each breath out, engulfs you in the smell of vomit, poultry, and rodent.

Unlike the pidgey, the kecleon is unable to fit all of you in his mouth at once, the back paws and tail dangle from his closed lips. But he moves presumably to find a hiding spot. He stops a short time later and remains still… from the other side of his cheeks you can hear the faint muffled sounds of Maple and her friends talking, but what they are saying, you are unsure.

“Pi… ka…” you try to call out for help, but it was so quiet, you doubt the kecleon even heard. Knowing now that nothing is going to save you from the kecleon you lay your head down and cry, tears dripping down the gullet of the monster. You have failed…

After a few minutes, Maple and company leave, and the kecleon moves once more. Will he eat you now? But to your surprise, he spits you out of his mouth. You plop down on the gravel bar near the river’s edge, covered in layers of drool - one strand connecting from your ear to his lips glistening in the early moonlight. It is now dark and the watering hole empty save for the still mortified slowpoke. His stomach must be too full to eat you on the spot; will he continue using you as a sex toy? Whatever his plan, it will be a worse fate than death.

You look down at his paws and beg, “p-please just kill me now… you’ve already won… p-please…”

But like before, the mute beast doesn’t respond, only sniffs your head gently. You sob as he does. His tongue comes out and slithers around your body, starting at your head and spiraling down to your tail. He picks you up and hovers you over the water then plunges you in, dunking you in the river a few times. Breathless gasps come from your throat as the cold water shocks your senses especially after being locked in a hot maw. After he’s done, he pulls you out, you looking like a drowned rat.

“W-what are you going to do?” you ask pointlessly. He simply puts you back in his mouth, as he did before, and begins walking… to where? You are unsure. Back to his tree? But after two minutes, it is clear he is taking you further away and after ten then twenty then an hour, much further. Time loses all meaning in the fleshy prison. The only air you can get is stale air circulated through his nostrils and he only stops to suck on you like you were an icicle flavored with leppa juice - him swallowing the pika-flavored drool and replenishing it with a fresh batch. His throat muscles contract in waves before you, dragging down drool and giving you a visual of how it will drag you down too when it comes to it. The tongue doesn’t lie still; it periodically strokes your length, surely both to enjoy your taste and to apply the slobber evenly.

It is almost too much to bear; without much energy and still feeble from the fight, you can only fidget in his mouth and let out small grunts of displeasure. It would be better to try and get some sleep, as to lessen the perceived time spent in this horrible contraption, but the combination of him sucking, the putrid smell of digestion wafting up the gullet and the noise associated with it, and the sense of impending dread keep you painfully awake the whole journey - on the threshold of hyper-alertness and exhaustion. It almost feels like a fever dream…

As for his movements, he travels methodically through the forest, taking his time and making sure to leave no trail. It dawns on you; his dunking you in the river was a way to mask your scent, so no one could track you… so no one could save you. You are his now; nothing can stop him and no rational thought can conclude otherwise… long before his gut has broken your body down, his will has broken your spirit - dissolved in the acids of despair. But you can not even bring yourself to cry anymore. It all seems so surreal.

After what feels like forever, he stops and spits you out. You plop out onto the ground with a splat and lay prone in a puddle of drool too exhausted to mutter anything but, “pi…” Your stomach is pressed to a stone floor. Around you now is a cold, damp cave, though you can only see parts of it; in a corner is a pile of dried kecleon skins and in front, the kecleon’s paws. Beyond and between those paws is the entrance of the cave - the night forest almost as dark as the cave but with faint moonlight dancing off dew. A way out? But the kecleon turns around, grabs with his prehensile tail and claws, and pulls a large boulder over the entrance sealing you and him in and turning the cave pitch black.

This must be his hibernation cave, the cave he spends his winters sleeping off the cold months. But why would he take you here? It seems you will not be able to see anything until, after a few seconds, your eyes adjust; along the walls of the cave, tiny white mushrooms give off the faintest of lights but with your decent night vision, gives you enough to see clearly the kecleon standing with his insidious grin looking down on you and a growing shaft between his legs…

You shudder and brace yourself by closing your eyes, not even trying to beg with him… you’re in his lair now and nothing is going to stop his perverse actions.

CLIK… CLIK… CLIK chimes from the roof of the lizard’s mouth; it’s the first sounds you’ve heard directly from the silent killer. He leans down to sniff your head with a quite trembling whine - a whine of anxious excitement. He begins to scratch the top of your head with his three claws. The other paw tugs on your ear and his snout prods. It appears he is inspecting his victim with an almost child-like wonderment as though you were a present gifted to him on his egg day. He’s probably never been with a female - except when he is scarfing them down - and must be fascinated with your body.

He spends the next few minutes inspecting you; poking, prodding, pulling, and pinching his pikachu prize. He starts with your face, squeezing your cheeks and stroking your head, then works his way down pinching your pudgy flanks and scratching down the length of your spine. Odd sounds of clicks and low groans come from his mouth followed by deep inhaling punctuated with a hearty huff that flows over your fur like wind across a field of tall grass.

Finally, he stands behind, staring at your yellow rump. He starts by lifting the tail revealing a tight virgin sphincter and the moist cunt below - moist not from the journey in a drooling maw, though to some extent it is, but from its own natural lubricant. Are you excited? But there is no denying it… thinking back to the watering hole and what he did with his tongue there before the slowpoke rudely interrupted, how could you not be? at least primally.

Like at the watering hole, his tongue wraps your hind leg, but this time, another appendage joins in, wrapping up the other leg - his prehensile tail; it too has an alarming amount of dexterity and a bulb on the end. The two appendages join forces to spread your legs and hike your ass a good half-foot off the ground leaving your sex vulnerable and exposed to the whims of a deviant monster.

His tail starts the assault; it spends the first minute stroking and teasing your vulva causing you to blush and moan. It seems more like this isn’t foreplay for him, the soulless freak probably doesn’t care if you gain pleasure from this, but is more likely born from curiosity; who knows how many Pokemon he’s watched from his tree have sex over the years, never being able to partake in the fruits of the other gender, always wondering what it would feel like - now he gets to explore those sexual curiosities and is in no hurry to get to the main course. But to your senses, it might as well be foreplay and only gets you flustered and warmed up for whenever he decides to take the plunge. He rubs your pussy vertically, splitting the lips while teasing the slippery insides. He only stops to try to press the bulb end of his tail into the hole, although he isn’t trying to force it. Even so, the force makes you grunt, “piiii…” as it feels your pussy will accommodate the unwanted guest but just before your walls give way, he pulls back and returns to rubbing the outer wall. As he plays with his new toy, warmth builds between your thighs and spreads up your entire body. A low buzz fills every inch of you, from the tip of your black ears to your heart-shaped tail to the curled toes of your back paws… why does this have to feel good? Somehow it makes this all the more horrific.

Then the tongue is added atop the tail like before, with a sticky splat. This time the tongue presses the tail deeper and harder into your entrance, splitting your wall up to half of the girth of his tail - the cool, rough scales scraping gently against your warm soft insides. While at the same time, the bulb end of the tail, no bigger than a leppa berry, seeks to acquaint itself with a new toy, your puckered tail hole. It presses hard into the tight sphincter and unlike your pussy, seems to want to familiarize itself with the insides. Your asshole tries to resist, squeezing tight shut, but the end of his tail, soaked in your own lubrication, eventually glides in with little resistance and the faintest pop.

“Chaaaaaaa…” you groan quietly both in pain and pleasure as your tail hole yields to the unwanted guest - it gets to work quickly thrusting like it were a dick. As it does, the length of his tail runs the length of the pussy stroking the lips and grinding the clit. And the tongue does not sit passive either kneading and creating suction on the entirety of your mound like it did back at the watering hole, and his free claws latch on to your rump scratching and pinching the supple cheeks. It seems every one of your pleasure ports are under full assault. Even the inside of the cunt gains pleasure as the tail’s end presses against its walls from the other side. If you did not know you were in hell, you would think you were in quite the opposite.

Hips bucking, tail squirming, ear twitching, body shivering, mouth groaning, and paw clutching is what the beast has rendered you - a little plaything that enjoys being such. For the moment, you forget the circumstances, that what is powering his molestation is your nephew's flesh, and yield to his will as your asshole did to his tail - lubricated instead with your basest desires.

It takes no longer than a couple minutes until peak. A sudden shudder racks your body… “Piiiii…” you gasp meekly as you know you can’t or won’t stop what comes next. The warm buzz that has been building since the start has come to a crescendo. It starts from the vulva. Radiant warmth blooms from your flower, first reaching deep into your vagina; waves flow down your walls contracting and dancing around a phantom cock. Then triggering you to squirt, spraying piss and juices all over the kecleon’s tongue and tail much to his delight and gleeful groan. The orgasm besieges the rest of your body with powerful shivers and convulsions.

“Chaaaaaaa…” you moan as your eyes roll back and tongue hangs out. As the orgasm winds down, the kecleon relinquishes his grip, you hitting the ground with a soggy splat landing both in his drool and your various liquids. The tail exits your defiled asshole at first slowly then almost at once but gets caught at the bulb end. But with a bit more pulling breaks free with the same faint pop.

You lay there panting heavily trying to catch your breath. Both your holes are left engorged, gaping, and sore throbbing softly like the knot on your head. While your tailhole has had enough abuse, your pussy longs for more, somehow knowing it did not receive the seed it has been begging for since the first of spring. Laid prone, his tail snakes under your belly to your collar and in one swift motion, flips you onto your back.

Now able to look at your assailant, he looms over you with a wicked grin, protruding gut, and fully erect cock. The look in his manic eyes staring between your legs says it all: he’s done playing and exploring; it’s time for his fun. With both claws, he spreads your legs apart by grabbing your ankles and positions his freakish cock outside your soggy snatch. How is that thing going to fit in you? Will it hurt?

But those questions will be answered soon enough. He leans in, pressing his member into the folds. At first, they resist but with a bit more leaning and grunting from both parties give way to the unwanted guest to fit snugly. It seems your anatomy was made to accommodate cocks of larger species. And the bristles don’t hurt as you would have thought; they have a soft, but firm, rubbery texture that applies unique pressure to your inner walls and with them well lubricated, glide effortlessly and to your great pleasure inside your vagina.

Even so, it isn’t pleasant, at least not yet. He, however, is absolutely beside himself in ecstasy; his beady eyes roll up, pointing to the cave’s roof and his claws grip tight around your ankles. He shudders violently as his cock greets, for the first time, the warm, smooth, gripping, welcoming, folds of a failed adventurer. He just leaves it in there for a minute, taking in the moment and by proxy, giving your excited sex time to adjust to the size of your forced partner.

He starts in, slowly thrusting pressing his weight into you. “Kaaaaa…” is all you could muster as an expression of pain as the frills on the end of his member press firmly against your cervix. And with each new thrust, it feels like a punch to the gut but surprisingly, a new feeling of pleasure joins in to divert some of the attention; his prehensile tail joins once more this time attacking the little nub above your sex. The end makes small concentric circles, teasing your clit and helping relax your tight insides while restarting that warm buzz found during his first bout of foreplay.

H-he… he does want you to enjoy this? Why go out of his way to please his mate if he just intends on using you as a cum dump then as stores of fat around his form? To make it more horrific? Or does he have another intent?

And how does he know the pikachu female body so well? But the thought comes to you: once, you and a female friend snuck to the base of the gossip tree, his tree, where you pressed your back to the bark, spread your legs, and let her go down on your mound with a swishing, lapping tongue. How many pikachu has he watched fucked while waiting for prey? Learning the different ways to please a doe over countless years. He may know better the techniques to turn a heat-ladened doe into a hot mess better than any buck in the tribe, and maybe even other doe… And he finally gets to use all those lessons on you as his subject. And what a studied professor he has become.

His thrusts’ tempo slowly increases with time, and the pain mixes with the teasing clit and blurs together turning into a euphoric buzz all over. As your sexes grind, so do your guts - his packed with pichu and pidgey and yours with healthy stores of fat, calories to be extracted soon enough on the other side of that jagged red stripe. Fur and scales clash in forced copulation, but at that moment, your body sees it as blissful as love-making in a consenting courtship with a strong, handsome buck, if not more so, and you can’t help but give in to that feeling.

But he has a short fuse; only a little over a minute in and the virgin chameleon can no longer hold in your tight, squeezing snatch. His eyes flutter, back arches, tongue hangs out the side, and weight presses down as his first batch of reptilian spunk is pumped into you. Most of his mass leans over you as the second, third, and fourth wave of warm cream fill your pussy to the brim, overflowing to your thighs and dripping down your ass, sploshing some of the hot semen onto your puckered, sore tailhole.

But while he climaxes, you don’t; it was much too quick to get you to that point though you are close. He looms over his victim with heavy, panting breath, a breath with the stench of his most recent preys, as his cock twitches and sputters its ending orgasm. Now laying still and with chore finished, he could pull it from you and be onto his next dastardly plan, but he doesn’t. He stays inside while his tail, never once the whole time stopping rubbing your clit, is still hard at work pleasing your bean. A wicked grin spreads across his lips almost daring you to resist cumming.

You do try and resist, clenching your face and body, but he can do this all night, and you only last another minute. Like with your first, the powerful orgasm seizes your entire body starting from your flower and spreading up to your ears… “K-K-Kaaaaaaa…” you moan, and a series of pleased clicks from the roof of the kelceon’s mouth answers in turn. More seed is shot out as your wall squeeze back around a real cock this time.

Prey and predator are left breathless on the cave floor as you both recover. But soon, he pulls out leaving behind a sticky mess - a concoction of sexual fluids that flows from you like a spring made of mud. But he stays standing over you and leans down to pick you up. His grubby claws grab below your arms and hoist you up to his mouth level. You lay completely limp both from exhaustion and despair, your ears and tail drooping straight down like a plumb line. You know what’s next… dinner and you’re the main course…

But to your surprise, he pulls you to his chest cradling you like a mother would her pichu and waddles with you deeper into the cave. The sounds of trickling water come into earshot the deeper you go. He comes to a small babbling stream, no wider than the last length of your tail and no deeper than one claw length but crystal clear. He lays your tired body onto a bed of soft green moss. What is he planning now?

He then spends the next few minutes tenderly grooming you clean of all the saliva, cum, and juices using his tongue and the cool, underground water. Why is he being nice now? And once finished, he curls around you as a tender lover might after a passionate romp and cradles you to sleep. Too exhausted and now with a moment of peace, your eyelids finally give in to sleep, quickly shutting to the groans and gurgles of your nephew’s digestion…



You awakened in the dark cave alone. Was it all just some terrible nightmare? You try to move but a throbbing head and aching joints keep you fixed to the moss bed; no it wasn’t a dream, your bruises are enough evidence of that; it was all too real and you suspect the nightmare is just starting.

A sudden pain shoots through your gut followed by a deep warmth within… You feel… strange? But can’t quite place your paw on what. Then it hits you: your heat. Your heat is waning like it did last year when the leaves changed color. No longer does it itch down there and no longer do your thoughts drift to the male anatomy. Your heat can have cycles but there is no question in your mind that it is coming to an end. And accompanied with the pain and warmth? Other doe have described what pregnancy feels like and how they know within the first day even though outward signs of it don’t appear until the third.

Can you be pregnant? Pokemon in heat have a nearly a hundred percent chance of pregnancy once the seed has been planted, so it is possible. But a Kecleon? You knew other species could impregnate you but you always thought it was other rodent Mon or at the very most, other furry quadrupeds that feed their young from the breast. But a Pokemon as alien as a lizard? You would have never thought.

But as you place your paw to your belly and sense a warm glow, a motherly glow, emanating from you, it is hard to deduce otherwise…

Wondering about that soon stops as from the cave entrance, the large stone is shoved to the side. Blinding light rains down from the port causing you to squint. But as your eyes adjust, they come to focus on a levitating jagged, red stripe; he’s home. The jagged stripe rotates then what looks like magic, the stone is thrust back into place, plunging your world back into darkness.

The kecleon, feeling at home, reveals his full form. His cheeks bulge as they did with a mouth full of pidgey though they do not move. And he wears a wide smile; though it is not manic or insidious like it was last night; it is almost prideful like he brought something good home for your benefit.

He quickly waddles over you and opens his mouth; from the orifice, a pile of saliva-covered berries flows out landing on the ground with a slimy slurp. But they are not just any berries; they are razz berries, golden red and glimmering in the faint light and over two dozen of them… He washes one off in the trickling stream and brings it to your mouth. But you do not have the energy to bite down, not that you would if you could.

Seeing this, the kecleon with one claw tilts the back of your head up and with the other crushes the berry in his paw. Sweet, tart juice flows down your tongue and into your gullet. Almost instantly, the effects are felt: Your body relaxes and some energy is restored. And an intoxicating effect washes over you. Your mother always warned you not to eat razz berries that they would make you so agreeable that you could not resist any being with mal intent - whether it was a scandalous suitor trying to seduce an ill-begotten lineage, a tricky human trying to capture a submissive pet, or a hungry predator trying to secure their next easy meal. Whatever their will would be your fate.

You now know what she meant; the razzberry gives you a nice high that makes you feel like everything will be alright. No longer does the kecleon looming over you appear like a heartless monster who snuffed out your beloved nephew’s young life and violated you in one of the most horrendous ways imaginable. Now he appears as a kind host who has nothing but the best intentions for you. How bad could he be since he gave you these amazing berries?

He gives you another berry, and with enough energy now, you take it and quickly gobble it down. He seems pleased with your acceptance of his gift. Feeling better already and wanting more, you pick yourself up and head to the pile and quickly start scarfing down the delectable berries. As you do so gleefully, your hind end points towards the beast swaying gently with its tail pointed high. He begins playing with your bits again like last night but this time you don’t resist and in fact enjoy it.

While you partake in his fruit he partakes in the fruit of your loins, going all the way up to fucking once more. You don’t fight back and even help while eating the berries with great haste. You polish off nine when he cums inside again this time with longer duration on his end. And you too cum in short order with the assistance of his tail again, juices dripping from both your lips - from your face, red berry and from your pussy rich, creamy spunk.

Over the next few days, all inhibition to escape is lost so long as the kecleon keeps the stores of razz berries full, which he does. He leaves his cave and comes back hours later with a fresh batch making sure his little mouse stays well-fed and submissive. You explore the cave out of curiosity to only find it goes back twenty feet and ends in a solid wall, and the front is sealed by a massive bolder much too big for a pokemon of your size to ever move it - unless a human could teach you a certain move. But you have all the amenities necessary for a lazy pikachu; a nice bed, great food, and fresh water from the spring.

And the question of pregnancy is made clear by the third day. Your gut now protrudes ever so slightly and not just from fat. A firm lump can be felt growing inside - an egg; you are with pup. But that thought only makes you happy - it must be the berries…

The next three weeks pass by in a blur - the only mechanism for telling time being your egg’s gestation. Never once did your mind turn to thoughts of escaping this horrible cave. If ever a fleeting thought came to mind, the kecleon would return home with another round of intoxicating berries and all fears of what he had in store for you would melt away.

Sometimes when spitting out the berries another Pokemon will spill out with them - his dinner. Often it was a terrified caterpie that would then be promptly slurped and gulped down his gullet. Even once, a drenched rattata was spat out. Seeing you, it eeped in fear but soon found itself traveling the same path all those caterpie did. But you could tell it wasn’t enough food for him; he began losing weight and you caught him looking at you with licking lips more than a few times. But the berries kept you from questioning these looks.

And whenever lust overtook him, which was often, he'd use your body to satisfy that urge with no protest from you. And often you would proactively engage in intercourse, tantalizing him, snuggling up, and giving him head. You think you love him; again, it must be the berries, or so you hope.

But finally, by week three, your gut had become round and prominent from both the egg inside and the fat from eating all those sugary fruits without much exercise; you must have gained three pounds excluding the pichu.

Contractions seize your vagina just as the kecleon comes home one day… "K-KAAAaaaAAA!" You scream suddenly as the pain attacks. You've had minor contractions the week leading up to this but you know this is the real one. Concern spreads across the kecleon's face as he sees what is about to come. A sudden gush of clear liquid exits your vagina, spraying down your thighs and onto the floor. You collapse to the ground clutching your stomach in writing pain.

The kecleon rushes over to you and with panic in his eyes hovers over you. “AAAaaaAAAHHH!” you screech as the cervix inside fully dilates. You can feel the round end of the egg press out from the womb and into your walls. The kecleon calms down and gains a determined look in his eyes. With one claw, he gently places it over your bulging stomach and the other clutches your paw in his. The end of his tail slips below your head and lifts it slightly as though it were a pillow. And his eyes lock with yours with that determined look almost saying to you, “you can do this…” Does he actually care about you and your child? And do you love him?

But wondering about that stops as the egg makes a hard push. You scream once more. You knew from living in the tribe that birth was painful given the screeches heard from around the tribe during the third week after the rut, but you never thought it could be this painful. You clench tight but the kecleon makes an O with his lips and breathes in and out slowly reminding you to do the same.

You take his advice and begin breathing deeply in and out and making hard pushes. Each inch the egg travels feels like a thousand punches to the gut but you keep focused on breathing and looking into his eyes. Soon, the egg’s end presses out from your vagina. The kecleon cranes his head down to look with wide eyes. You press hard to free the egg, but the fresh lips, still not broken in by the first egg, do not wish to yield to your pup’s birth. You keep trying for a minute nearly blacking out each time it nearly breaks free but no luck as the progress seems to come to a halt.

The kecleon gets an idea: he opens his mouth and releases his tongue down to your legs. The sticky appendage latches to the protruding egg and with its own powerful suction, begins assisting you in pulling it out. You double down pushing and steel yourself for the worst of it. As the egg reaches its thickest girth you cry out but press even harder, and with the assistance of the kecleon and a faint pop from your pussy, it comes out all at once…

The relief is almost instant like you just took the biggest shit ever and are now free of it. Aftershocks of contractions still dance down your walls but in contrast to the pain you just went through feels relaxing. You just lay your head back on the kelceon’s tail and pant trying to recover. He, however, is absolutely elated. A strange series of clicks, coos, and groans come from his mouth and a wide smile burst from his lips. His tongue brings to him the egg and with his claws, he picks it up and hugs it close to his chest like a proud father.

After admiring his offspring, he hands it to you to hold. With wide shimmering eyes, you hold the placenta-covered egg gently; this is yours. Even given the circumstances, even given this is the egg of an evil monster who raped you and ate your nephew and may still do the same to you, your motherly instincts can’t make you feel anything but proud in that moment. After letting you admire the egg, the kecleon takes it from you and places it on the mossy bed.

He and you lock eyes… in sweet romance? He looks down with loving eyes and you look back with the same and a small smile. He clutches your paw once more and you share this moment of father and mother with pup resting nearby. What is wrong with you? The razz berry high faded long ago with the first wave of contractions. No longer does its intoxicating effects hold you hostage. This is the most clear-headed you’ve been in almost a month. Yet you can’t help but feel like you really do love him and look forward to raising his pichu…

grrrrrrr-umph an ominous sound sings from under his red stripe. Slowly, his sweet smile, which appeared loving just seconds ago, shifts to that of a hungry grin of a starving someone looking down on the best-looking plate of food they have ever seen…

N-no… he can’t eat you after you gave birth to his pup, can he? But a glob of drool forming on the corner of his lips confirms your suspicion. With his yellow claws, he grabs under your arms and lifts you to his mouth level. His tongue slowly runs the length of his lips coating them in saliva and giving you all the more evidence that you are his next meal…

Exhausted from birth, you are as defenseless as you were the night he cracked your skull against the tree. You plead, "p-please, Mr. Kecleon… I-I won't tell the tribe. I'll raise our pichu for you… a-and even mate with you next year… p-please don't eat me…" Was that a lie? If he released you, would you keep his location a secret to the tribe and breed with him all your fertile years? … No, no it wasn't a lie… you really do love him. You thought it was the razz berries, but with that gone, your love for him is still there and stronger than ever…

But he either didn't understand you or doesn't care - you guess the latter. He opens his mouth, sticky strands of drool connect the base with the roof. The gaping, reddish void in the back is opened wide for its yellow meal. He holds you there for a second, letting you admire the sight and build the dread in your chest.

"B-but…I-I love you," you whisper in shock. He leans forward and clamps down on your head. The kecleon tosses his head up, pulling more of you into his mouth. Soon, you are pressed face-first into the soft, fleshy back like you were on that first night, lying flat on your stomach against his tongue. He breathes calmly in your face, bringing smells of acid and rot but the smell of your nephew is long gone. Your hips, hind legs, and tail stick out of his mouth and a throbbing, gapping egg hole, still dripping birthing fluids, adorns the area between your haunches. He takes a few minutes to rub his tongue all over your body, coating you in saliva and savoring your taste. You just shiver and sob quietly, wishing you had spent your last few weeks trying to escape his lair.

Once thoroughly coated in slippery spit to hasten your descent, he tilts his head back, and you slide snout first into the first ring of the throat. The powerful muscle grips your head tight and drags you an inch deeper and corresponds with that strong gulp. You close your eyes in hopes of relaxing and pretending this isn’t happening, but it doesn't help much. He gulps, again and again, to try to scarf you down, but the heavy diet of sugary berries coupled with no exercise over the past weeks has turned your naturally pudgy pikachu body into downright portly, making it even harder to stuff you down. He moves his head back and forth to help speed your progress. You are still too weak to move. There is a little air in the throat but probably only enough to add an extra minute to your pitiful life.

After only half a minute of hard gulps, he manages to get all of your midsection in his throat, but he gets stuck on your wide hips. He is making slow progress, but at this rate, you'll die of suffocation in his throat before you get to his stomach, which is fine by you but apparently not by him. His tongue wraps around your back left ankle and with one swift motion, pulls it hard to the side. A distinctive pop and sharp pain comes from your hip as he dislocates it from the socket. It hurts so bad but all you can do is shiver in the slimy throat. He does the same to the other leg, then he wraps your ankles together and pulls you out a couple of inches. You hear your joints cracking and popping unnaturally as they bend in a manner they were not designed. He begins to swallow again, keeping your ankles wrapped, pulling you taut. It's like a tug-of-war between his throat and his tongue but he is intentionally letting his throat win. This time your hips bend straight back making them as narrow as your midsection. With each gulp, your hips slide easily through the back of his throat. Soon, the only thing left of you in his mouth are your back legs and paws and tail, the rest of you is hugged tight by his esophagus. His heart, just on the other side of the walls, beats calmly - each pulse presses against your right hind leg. Your head is just inches away from his hungry stomach as it prepares itself to welcome a foolish mousey meal. He lets go of your ankles and closes and opens his mouth slowly making a sticky soft smacking noise; he's savoring your flavor. He closes his lips tight, you can still feel cool cave air on the end of your tail. Emotion builds in your chest but you are too exhausted to cry.

The kecleon is now ready to finish you. He tilts his head up to the sky and makes one powerful gulp. You freely slide down the rest of the way, a wave of muscle contractions push you effortlessly down and plunge you face-first into his starving stomach. The rest of your body joins you shortly as your form completely empties into the ravenous cavity. The walls of the stomach push you into a tight ball shape. Burning stomach acid coats you from all sides but begins to drain to the bottom of the stomach where your head sits. The stomach churns and gurgles as it starts to digest its big, fatty dinner. You are probably the biggest sized meal he can eat whole without seriously harming him.

With death looming over, you gain a small burst of energy - wiggling, kicking, and crying out for mercy but all you get in return from the monster is three pats on his stomach, reverberation from him sitting down, and happy clicking and soft cooing from his mouth… he has won everything; your body, your womb, and now your child. What is he going to do with the egg? You hope not to eat it like you. As the acids rise above your chin, you pray to the cruel gods that at least let your child not suffer this same fate you have, may he be returned to the tribe to live out his life as a normal pikachu… but its fate is now in the claws of your savage, cold-blooded predator.

After a long minute of contemplating all the bad life decisions that led you here, you can't hold your breath any longer and your lungs force you to breathe in stomach acid. It is much more painful than you could have imagined, even more painful than the birth but maybe only because you know it will result in your death. As you do your eyes open wide against your will and begin melting them but you can't close them. It tastes like vomit and feels like your lungs are melting inside out. You want to kick and struggle but all your body does is shake meekly in your tomb. He could have killed you three weeks ago but he kept you alive just so he could use your womb to produce himself an egg and now that your usefulness is up, he has turned you into his dinner. To the kecleon, your life was just a toy and your body just food.

He clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth. Something presses against the outside of his stomach; the egg? He rolls onto his side sloshing around his pika prize and curls around the object. You slowly stop shaking as you pass out; only your back paw twitches, scratching the insides of his stomach. It’s over now; death is coming for you. As all pain fades to numbness, a strange image pops into your head; the kecleon is curled around your egg sleeping with a hefty gut gurgling away. Mother, father, and child all sleeping together peacefully as a family. A small smile spreads across your face at the thought; you do love him… and with the sounds of the happy stomach around, you know he loves you too - even if for all the wrong reasons. But at least you can say you died in the embrace of a lover. It’s a strange thought but is the only good you can glean from this dark situation. As you fade, a peace washes over you.
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