pleeeaase give us some more P.okemon M.ilo pred prompts! He's so adorable (preferably oral + samesize)
He is adorable! He's my favorite from that region, and that's a take I stand by. Time for the vore!
M.ilo lets out a soft huff as he looks down at his gurgling guts, lazily pushing his straw hat back for a better look. It had been a really busy day for the G.rass type g.ym leader, much more than usual. The gym challenge had a pretty sharp drop off rate when it came to those later leaders, so to make up for it, a lot more young adults were being allowed to come in at the start. He remember when it was usually ten at a time, but now there was nearly fifty new trainers all clamoring to get their chance to fight him. Ten battles later, and M.ilo was stuck in the back room, six guys churning away in his stomach after getting beaten down by his team. He supposes R.ose was being a little less picky with who was being allowed to actually participate. He's pretty sure that last one didn't even know the basics of type match ups! He lets out a sigh as he sits back, feeling a few dying twitches as the last of the trainers start to soften up inside. Well, he's getting more food at least, but this is a bit excessive. A belch rattles out of him suddenly, echoing in the empty room. He still had five more battles to get through today. He's going to hope these trainers stay settled down for him...and hopefully he doesn't have to stuff a few more in after them. But...then again, the trainers were exceptionally tasty this year. Maybe just a couple more then...yeah, just a couple.
Now, M.ilo wasn't the kind of guy who was quick to anger. Most knew him as a very friendly guy who was able to endear most people. But of course, everyone had their limits, and today, M.ilo's was reached. He had come in to check on his W.ooloo, just to find L.eon's fat C.harizard was sleeping like a baby in the now charred pen. M.ilo could guess fairly easily where all of his missing W.ooloo ended up, and that was enough to make his blood boil. He didn't make a sound as he marched over to the snoozing dragon, lifted up its head, and opened his jaws wide. Cramming the C.harizard's muzzle into his jaws was enough to stir the big P.okemon up from his food coma, but it was far too late by then. Deep, wet gulps and slurps fill the air for a few minutes as the g.ym leader worked on devouring every single inch of the dragon. It wasn't long before he was slurping up a thick, thrashing tail, sending it down into his now massive stomach after the rest of the P.okemon. A fiery belch escaped his lips as he settled back to let his gut get to work on the panicking P.okemon. It's take some time for that C.harizard-shaped bulge to round out and shrink down, but M.ilo was certainly enjoying every single second of it. By the time L.eon would come by searching for his long-time partner, he'd find the fattened M.ilo there, handing him a big bag of warm manure with a cartoony C.harizard decal slapped on it. Free of charge, of course, since L.eon 'helped' make this batch.
M.ilo, like all of the g.ym leaders, was basically a celebrity in the region of G.alar. And like many celebrities, he occasionally did fan meet ups or small events for them. His events were special, where he'd randomly select a trainer and bring him along to hang out for a day. And then at the end, he'd be sending that trainer home with a very personalized bag of M.ilo-brand manure. Which means taking each one of the trainer's P.okemon, guzzling it down, and passing it all into a bag to send home with an autograph on it. He had the trainer watching him as he took down the team one by one. A cute little G.rooky is dangled over his maw and dropped in. Down in one gulp, and he was already softening in M.ilo's powerful gut. A yapping Y.amper went down next. One gulp, and he was stewing in G.rooky sludge. Muffled yapping only lasted a few seconds. Then down went a S.kwovet, fluffy tail slurped up like a noodle. Then down went a R.ookidee, a bite sized little treat that tickled the entire way down. And then M.ilo was tossing a wiggly N.ickit into his jaws. he slurped up its tail and down it went, lasting a few seconds longer than the rest of the team before he was being churned down as well. It took less than half an hour for M.ilo to process the entire beginner team and he dumped them all out into one of his smaller bags. He placed it into the blushing trainer's arms with a big grin and sent him on his way, happy to make another guy's day. He was hoping to get one with bigger P.okemon next week, though.