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Fourth part of the Smash vore tourney.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - <Part 4>

D.K Y.oshi F.ox B.owser F.alco M.ewtwo S.onic K.ing Dedede L.ucario W.olf W.ii Fit Trainer D.uck Hunt R.idley K. R.ool P.iranha Plant B.anjo

Round 4

Tensions in the waiting room are incredibly thick now. The semi-finalists are merely waiting for the arena to be cleaned, but they know that only one of them will be walking out of it soon. D.K has a big, smug grin, purposefully sitting next to L.ucario. The thick musk coming from the gorilla burns L.ucario’s nose, but he tries to keep his discomfort subdued while he meditates. Not that D.K plans on making that easy, constantly nudging and bumping up against him.

D.K v L.ucario

Eventually, the two of them are summoned out to the final match. They meet on the field, D.K bouncing his pecs with a toothy grin while L.ucario stands by with a neutral expression. His aura is more powerful than ever, his eyes and paws glowing blue while his aura sensors float on their own. As soon as the match begins, both of them begin to prepare themselves.

D.K winds up his arm while L.ucario focuses his aura between his paws. The two stare each other down, knowing that one well-placed shot could completely change how the match goes. All of their victories so far have only served to make them both stronger.

L.ucario makes his move first, dashing across the field in the blink of an eye. Instead of using his Aura Sphere, he gets in close to try and knock D.K back with a Force Palm. But as soon as he puts his paw to the gorilla’s chest, his arm is grabbed in a crushing grip. L.ucario’s eyes widen as he’s suddenly hoisted off the ground as if he weighed nothing.

Several cries ring out as L.ucario is slammed onto the ground several times by D.K, just to get thrown into the air and slammed with the gorilla’s thick skull like a volleyball. It sends L.ucario flying across the arena. He hits the ground hard and tumbles a small distance. It takes a second for him to get up, huffing and growling slightly. By the time he’s on his feet again, he can see D.K charging at him, fist pulled back. L.ucario grits his teeth and closes his eyes.

D.K’s fist swings in an uppercut, hitting L.ucario head-on. It takes the gorilla a moment to realize that his fist whiffed right through his target like air. A second after that, a strong kick to the small of his back makes him cry out and tumble forward. L.ucario’s Double Team gave him the chance to use up D.K’s wound-up punch.

The gorilla quickly turns around, throwing another punch at L.ucario. His fist meets the P.okemon’s paw, and the large ball of concentrated aura he had prepared. The resulting explosion obscures the entire field in a thick cloud of smoke. It takes half a minute for the air to clear enough for the results to be seen.

D.K is slumped over against the wall, a massive crack showing where he crashed into it. He’s limp and unconscious, which makes him completely vulnerable to the approaching L.ucario. D.K doesn’t even wake when he’s lifted up by the armpits and brought up to L.ucario’s face. The P.okemon’s nose twitches a bit, but that intense musky smell burns his nose again and makes him wince. He’s not putting that in his mouth...

So, he settles for a more appropriate place. He rests D.K’s face on his chest then pushes down hard on the back of his head. A grunt escapes L.ucario as he wedges the gorilla’s head between his pecs. D.K was already very large, but after adding so many fighters to his mass, he’s a massive wall of pure bulk. This might even rival R.idley as the biggest thing L.ucario has devoured.

Because of that, L.ucario very quickly comes to his first barrier. D.K’s broad shoulders are a struggle to fit in. It takes a lot of shoving and pushing, folding D.K up slightly in order to get him to start wedging deeper. With his arms pushed to be in front of himself, the gorilla finally starts to slide in more, his massive pecs and biceps sinking into L.ucario’s chest.

The process is fairly slow. Even with D.K completely unconscious, it takes considerable effort to put him away. Each flex and squeeze of L.ucario’s chest helps to sink more of the beefy gorilla into him but it feels neverending. Even getting D.K’s pecs put away takes a bit and there’s so much more to go. It’s also about when the ape is coming to again and starting to move more.

It doesn’t take long for D.K to figure out where he is and start trashing like crazy. His legs kick and his body wiggles around. HIs fists clench over and over as he fails to move his arms at all. L.ucario groans and pants, finding the whole excursion even more exhausting. He puts his paws to his chest and grits his teeth, starting to pump aura into them while they work.

D.K’s angry screeching and shouting is well muffled by the pec meat surrounding him, but L.ucario can feel it rumbling deep in his core. He tries to concentrate on that feeling, of his opponent sinking into his chest, each flex of his muscles dragging more of D.K out of sight. L.ucario’s pecs are bulging out at this point, and it gets tighter inside the more that D.K disappears.

Soon, his ass is disappearing into L.ucario’s chest, and D.K’s thick, muscular legs are the only thing left. They kick around wildly, unable to do much to save himself. L.ucario’s aura is helping his chest alone, the flexing growing stronger, his body trying to mush D.K down into a manageable ball of meat. It’s also working him away fast. One flex pulls in more of his thighs. Another gets past the knees. Then to his ankle.s D.K’s toes curl and his feet shake as L.ucario gives the last flex needed to seal him away. And then...he’s gone.

L.ucario’s pecs bulge obscenely now with an ape bigger than himself roughly crammed inside. D.K is struggling as best he can in there, face, hands, and feet shifting around on L.ucario’s pecs as he tries to thrash. The P.okemon is left panting deeply, already worn out from the effort. But he can’t stop now. He keeps focusing his aura into his chest as he flexes it with all his might.

L.ucario’s chest squeezes down on D.K, showing off a finally detailed bulge of the ape inside. And it shrinks down a bit. He flexes again, the bulge a little more muted, and it shrinks once more. D.K is starting to shriek louder, realizing what’s happening, but L.ucario doesn’t relent. Each flex of his chest makes it shrink down as D.K is broken apart and turned into protein for the P.okemon. And each time that happens, L.ucario gets a little bigger all over.

Over and over, his pecs flex and bounce, turning more of his opponent into muscle mass. Sweat trickles down L.ucario’s body and his nose is burned by his own musk. But he doesn’t let up. Even when the bulge in his chest stop showing up and he can no longer hear or feel D.K’s shouting. He doesn’t stop until he feels that last bit of meat break apart in his muscles. And when it does, he throws his head back with a howl.

L.ucario takes a moment to catch his breath and collect himself after that. Slowly, he looks down at himself and runs his paws over his body. He’s nearly doubled in size now. He has thick, powerful muscles all over that twitch and flex with every movement. And the aura...he can practically feel the power of it coursing through every inch of his body like electricity. It feels amazing.

But there’s something else inside of him that doesn’t belong anymore. Widening his stance and squatting down, L.ucario grunts as he feels a dense weight shift within him. A rotten smell fills the air as, slowly, a dense, thick log of shit begins to stretch out his tailhole and slowly slither out of him. It hits the ground with a thud, several feet long and at least half a foot thick. A large leg bone is buried in it with tufts of brown fur. And after that, more start to slide out.

A large pile of dung steadily builds itself up behind L.ucario as he disposes of what’s left of D.K. He can feel each bone stretch him out, and he has to constantly push to help the dense mass out of his body. It gets groans and huffs out of him. This is taking as much effort as devouring him did.

Each log lands with a thud as the pile grows. Another leg bone, a pelvis, and arm bone, a ribcage, the other arm...L.ucario feels the tickle of D.K’s tie sliding out of him. There’s a pause in the process. Then, he feels an especially dense weight slide down and begin to stretch him out. A low whine escapes L.ucario as D.K’s skull steadily stretches him out, jaws open wide as the dense crap pushes through every opening it can. It takes several pushes for L.ucario to force it out, and when he does, an immense sense of relief washes over him as he sighs.

That was finally the end. He stands up again, only a little sore, and quickly goes back to admiring his new form. He pays little attention to the pile he made that was half as tall as him and twice as wide. Mostly due to how the stench assaults his nose. L.ucario can’t decide if he preferred D.K’s smell before or after a trip through his system...not that it matters now.

L.ucario is the winner as the announcer declares. He’s bigger and stronger than ever, and he’s never had such a sense of pride. As he leaves the arena, intent on enjoying his victory, only one thought can come to mind. What is he going to have as a victory feast?

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Second part of the Smash vore tourney

Part 1 - <Part 2> - Part 3 - Part 4

D.K Y.oshi F.ox B.owser F.alco M.ewtwo S.onic K.ing Dedede L.ucario W.olf W.ii Fit Trainer D.uck Hunt R.idley K. R.ool P.iranha Plant B.anjo

Round 2

With eight contestants left, tensions are getting a bit higher now. There’s less mystery over who is going to have to face against who. D.K keeps glaring at Fox with a toothy grin, while S.onic and Wolf are sizing each other up. L.ucario is doing his best to ignore R.idley opening drooling over him and just barely holding back. B.owser wasn’t so worried, not really noticing that the P.iranha Plant is slurping over its lips as it stares at him, eager to taste K.oopa meat.

Finally, the next bracket is made, and the first two competitors can walk out to begin round 2.

P.iranha Plant v B.owser

B.owser grins as he sees the P.iranha Plant across from him. He was figuring it would give up pretty fast, let its king take the win and move on. So he stomps over, ready to grab it and eat. So he was a bit taken back when it suddenly launched his head forward and took a snap at him, just barely missing his nose.

“Hey, whaddya think you’re doing?!” B.owser demands angrily. “Did you forget who your king is?!” As if to answer him, P.iranha Plant attempts another lunging snap. This one, B.owser had to back away from to avoid. He snarls now, flames leaking out between his lips. This is treason! He’s going to make sure he teaches this plant a lesson.

Fire immediately spews forth from B.owser’s maw, hoping to roast the plant. It doesn’t as the P.iranha Plant begins to spin its leaves like a fan, taking to the sky and blowing the flames back. Its flying in towards B.owser, jaws snapping greedily, and the king has to dodge out of the way to avoid that drooling maw.

As soon as the plant landed again, B.owser charges in and dives into his shell, spinning around rapidly. He manages to sweep the plant up with it, knocking it around until it’s sent flying and crashing to the ground. B.owser pops back out and stands with a laugh. That should teach it!

He grabs the P.iranha Plant by the stem to lift it up. It’s jaws keep trying to snap, wanting nothing more than to devour all that K.oopa meat. B.owser puts a stop to that with a blast of fire that saps more of the plant’s energy out of it.

B.owser would rather this be actual meat than...well, the opposite of that. But at least it got thicker after its last match. So B.owser opens his drooling maw wide, lowering the P.iranha Plant inside pot first. A few wet gulps and slurps sucks it down, its head disappearing past his lips and down the hatch.

“Bleh...” That shouldn’t count as food at all, given that awful taste. B.owser’s guts boil wetly and the plant doesn’t last long in that lava-like tank. Barely a minute later, B.owser hikes up his tail and pushes out a single log. It’s even smaller than the last, with only a flower pot baked into the mess. B.owser can’t feel smug about that! The next meal better be worth it...

With an annoyed huff, B.owser is stomping off, declared the victor.

Fox v D.K

Once the grumbly B.owser was back, Fox and D.K were heading out to the arena. Fox doesn’t really like the way the ape is looking at him at all. But he gives his gut a squeeze, knowing that D.edede had been about the same size and now he’s nothing but fat. He’s sure he can do the same to the gorilla, even as D.K bounces his pecs just to tease the fox.

Both of them have the same strategy as before, with D.K winding up his arm while Fox starts trying to wear him down with shots. All Fox’s strategy does is let D.K prepare himself before he comes charging in. Of course, Fox is fast, and is able to bounce back when the ape comes at him and makes a grab for him.

It becomes a game of cat and mouse, with Fox running and leaping around D.K as the gorilla tries to take shots at him. Between his fiery leaps and illusionary dashes, Fox is usually able to keep just out of D.K’s grasp while laying some cover fire on him any time he gets a chance. All that’s doing is winding D.K up more.

When Fox tries to zip past D.K with another of his illusions, the ape actually saw it coming. D.K turned around the second Fox disappeared, and when he reappeared, large hands slam over his head on either side. It makes fox yelp out and leaves him stunned, giving D.K a chance to punch him with a wound-up arm and send Fox crashing face-first into the floor some distance away.

Fox groans out, trying to pick himself up. His blaster is sitting in front of him and he tries to reach for it. But he’s dragged back with a yelp and lifted off the ground, held by his ankle by D.K. He’s brought face-to-face with D.K, the gorilla grinning wide and toothily. It actually gets a slight whimper out of Fox. Then D.K lifts his free arm, showing off a furry pit to Fox.

Fox’s cry is muffled as he’s shoveled face-first into the ape’s armpit. Fox tries to push away or beat on D.K, but it doesn’t do anything. D.K just starts to push down on Fox and the smaller man begins sinking deeper. Fox kicks and struggles for a little bit, but once he’s up to his stomach, a hard flex from D.K’s arm ends that. His body spasms for a moment before going slack, the gorilla’s muscles growing thicker at the same time. Pushing down on his boots slurps the last of Fox out of sight, and another strong flex reduces his body into muscle mass.

D.K snorts and thumps his chest with a roar. He stomps his feet as he widens his stance and, in one smooth, full log, pushes Fox back out. The mass coils up under the ape, fur and bones poking out of him, the skull dropping first with its jaws still open. One a pair of boots push out and the log is pinched off, the deed is done, and D.K lumbers off smugly as he’s declared the winner.

L.ucario v R.idley

L.ucario winces slightly when D.K returns, his musk even thicker after taking on another meal. His sensitive nose can’t take it. Wolf has the same problem, his laughing over the battle only stopping because he had to cover his nose. D.K at least had a smug grin on his face when he sat down.

L.ucario is happy to get out of the room and out to the field. He’s joined by his opponent, R.idley, the alien creature twitching in anticipation for the match. Both of them are sporting a bit of extra fat from their last matches and they intend to be the one to have more in the end.

R.idley strikes fast by launching in and grabbing L.ucario. The jackal is then slammed into the ground and dragged along until he’s tossed into the air and struck with R.idley’s tail. It makes L.ucario howl out and he comes crashing to the ground soon, reeling in pain. R.idley immediately follows up by launching a volley of fireballs at the P.okemon.

L.ucario takes a hit from a couple before he’s finally able to get up and move out of the way. It’s clear to him that R.idley is trying to exhaust him with unrelenting attacks. L.ucario can feel his aura surging through him, his weakening body causing it to only get stronger. He has to find a balance here--if he takes too many hits, he’ll go down. But if he can do this right, he’ll be able to stop the alien in one shot.

L.ucario tries to rush in, but R.idley is quick to take to the sky and launch himself at the P.okemon like a missile. It sends L.ucario skidding back, just barely able to miss snapping jaws that tried to end him, and he’s hit with R.idley’s tail again right after. The P.okemon staggers slightly, finding exhaustion creeping in already. R.idley senses that weakness as well and launches forward, jaws open wide to devour his opponent.

What R.idley gets instead is a blast of powerful aura right in the mouth from L.ucario’s paw. It makes the alien shriek as he’s suddenly knocked backward and onto the ground. His head is left spinning, all the damage he’d done blasted right back at him with a Force Palm. L.ucario doesn’t give a second to let this opportunity go to waste. He grabs R.idley’s tail and, after a few rubs to his crotch, stuffs it right down his cock.

With a wet slurp, R.idley is dragged along the ground, his tail disappearing rather quickly. With a groan and a shake of his head, R.idley is coming to. He tries to push himself up again, but he’s sucked deeper, his legs folding up against his torso as his ass is now disappearing into the P.okemon’s cock. L.ucario is trying his hardest to keep a stern expression, not wanting to betray the clear pleasure he’s getting from this.

There’s a lot less pleasure on R.idley’s face, as he screeches and claws at the ground, trying to pull himself backwards. But L.ucario’s cock was stronger, still pulling the space pirate deeper despite the resistance. Deep claw marks gouge through the ground, R.idley’s screeches like nails on glass as he sinks in further and further.

L.ucario’s sack bulges out and hangs down more as they’re filled. R.idley’s stomach is already sinking down, his legs and tail now trying to stretch the P.okemon’s sack out. As R.idley sinks in up to his chest, he pivots to trying to slash at L.ucario. Both of his arms are seized by the wrist, L.ucario’s powerful aura shooting shocks through him. It keeps him still enough to let his chest and shoulders sink down. With a final cry, so does his head, and L.ucario finally releases his arms to let those slurp down his cock.

L.ucario shivers slightly and lets out a sigh through his nose. He’s already stroking himself, eyes closed with a tense expression. His nuts are resting on the ground, R.idley thrashing within, the flesh stretched tight around his large form. With a huff, L.ucario flexes his nuts, getting a cry from R.idley as he’s suddenly smashed into a more compact form. L.ucario is once again focusing his aura, using it to end his prey as quickly as possible.

R.idley tries to fight back as best he can, stretching out the P.okemon’s sack with trashing and kicks. But L.ucario clenches each time, forcing R.idley back into a ball. A thick, boiling churn comes from those working nuts, R.idley’s cries replaced with sputters and coughs. Each time L.ucario’s sack clenches, the sharp and clear details of R.idley’s form is looking less defined. Even his powerful body can’t do much against a broiling sack and his useless thrashing grows weaker and weaker.

In only a few clenches, R.idley’s screeching has turned into weak cries. He can barely make the rounding sack bulge with his weak struggles, only getting thick sloshes to come forth. With another clench, even that stops, only some whimpering noises rising over the sounds of bubbling. L.ucario tenses, gritting his teeth and clenching again. R.idley finally goes silent as L.ucario howls, a geyser of cum shooting forth and splattering to the ground.

Everything gets painted white quickly, gallons of seed striking the ground with each rope that fires. Large bones strike the ground as well, R.idley’s skeleton having managed to survive long enough to come back out. Not that it does him any good, as even his skull ends up slamming into the ground, jaws still open wide from his final cry.

The intense orgasm comes to an end soon after that, L.ucario left panting and huffing from the overwhelming feeling. His legs are wobbling slightly but he manages to hold his ground. He feels much better at least, R.idley’s aura giving him a large boost. Not to mention the new merchandise he’s got swinging between his legs, his nuts a bit fatter and cock bigger. L.ucario tries not to blush as he wipes the mess off of himself.

The announcer had declared his victory after that, L.ucario walking from the arena once he’s collected himself.

Wolf v S.onic

L.ucario doesn’t make any eye contact with the others as he gets back and sits down. He’s still blushing a bit over that moment of vulnerability. The viewing room is getting emptier with time, and the last pair of contenders are both impatient at this point. They’re both up and moving before L.ucario has even sat down.

On the field, Wolf and S.onic are both exuding confidence. Naturally, both of them believe they’ll easily come out on top and are eager for a chance to prove it. Wolf smirks, showing off his teeth as he spins his blaster in his paw. “I was hoping I’d get to show up that birdbrain myself, but taking you down will be just as good. Cocky and blue...that’s close enough.”

“You’ll have to keep up with me to do that,” S.onic retorts, stretching out. “Oh wait, F.alco did keep up...and I still dumped him. So, I guess this’ll be even faster.” S.onic curls up and begins to speed along the ground, rocketing for Wolf.

Wolf does try to avoid it by lunging to the side, but he’s not fast enough to get totally out of the way. S.onic catches him in the side and he hits the ground with a growl. S.onic turns fast and comes barreling in to run him down again, but Wolf has enough time to aim his blaster and fire at the spinning speedster.

It’s enough to make S.onic come tumbling to a stop, landing flat on his stomach. He groans and rubs his head as he pushes himself up. Wolf is in front of him, grinning wide, blaster aimed down at S.onic. “This keeping up just fine?”

“Not quite.” S.onic bounces back just as Wolf fires, avoiding the shot. Then he comes flying back in with a homing attack, hitting Wolf in the chest and making the mercenary stumble. More shots fire, but S.onic speeds away from them, only to come in for another homing attack as soon as there’s an opening and knocking Wolf’s blaster away.

With a snarl, Wolf tries meeting S.onic head on instead, slashing with his claws at the next homing attack. It knocks S.onic out of the air, but the force of hitting it knocks Wolf back onto his ass as well. S.onic lands on his feet, and so is able to launch into another homing attack. Wolf, unable to get back to his feet, attempts opening his jaws for the incoming attack.

It’s not enough. Wolf yelps as his head is pulled into the blue blur instead, and the rest of him soon after. By the time S.onic hits the ground, Wolf is gone from sight, and he’s still spinning around. He comes to a screeching halt, standing tall and visible again. A hand rests on his stomach, looking a bit plumper, and a stray belch escapes him. Some gray fur flutters out of his jaws and nothing else. “Not bad. Maybe space food gets a bad rap, I’ve been enjoying it lately!”

A low groan rumbles out of S.onic’s stomach and he winces. “Woof...goes right through me, though.” He squats down, grunting as he pushes. Like F.alco before, Wolf escapes the hedgehog’s bowels all at once, a thick log baked around his skeleton and clothes sliding out onto the ground.

Wolf slides out skull first, his jaws still open wide and an eyepatch connected to the skull. Then the rest follows, his uniform still worn over his bones, slightly tattered and stained. All of it sits half naked in the foul waste. Boots pushed out soon, and S.onic pinched the log off with a content sigh.

He speeds out after they, gone from the room just as the announcer declared his victory. And with it, that was the last of the space-faring mercenaries.

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Could you write something with pokemon eating their trainers?

I would like to do that. As someone who is really into P.okemon vore, I have not done nearly enough with the actual P.okemon as preds.

Late at night, the L.ucario slips into his trainer's tent with a devious glint in his eyes and a slurp of his muzzle. They were well into their journey, and the F.ighting type had been biding his time for this moment. His trainer is fast asleep, the rest of the team in their P.okeballs, and he was left out to keep watch for the night. It was the perfect time to strike. In all honesty, he didn't dislike his trainer or anything of the sort. But the young man wasn't very good at his job. He made sloppy mistakes in battle, got his team unnecessarily injured, and overall was just barely scraping by. Lucario was sick of it. The whole team was, of course, but he's the only one willing to do anything about it. So, with their trainer sleeping, the L.ucario finally makes his move--he lifts the young man's feet up, opens his drooling maw wide, and shovels them in. He works slowly and carefully, trying to be quiet as he lets thick gulps slurp his trainer deeper. He's happy that the human likes to sleep in only his boxers since it allows the L.ucario to enjoy every inch of flesh his tongue can reach. His trainer shifts slightly and giggles in his sleep feeling the slick tongue running along his legs, but it doesn't stir him, and he continues to sink deeper down the jackal's gullet with each thick, wet gulp. His hands are put to his side and slurped up as the L.ucario reaches his waist, then his torso is sliding down. The yellow-furred gut is really starting to bulge out now as the human slips inside and it gurgles in anticipation for its midnight snack. Before long, the L.ucarion's maw is sealing shut over his trainer's head. He gives the sleeping face a final lick goodbye before sending it down with a gulp. The L.ucario's gut sloshes out in front of him, now with the distinct shape of a human curled up inside. The L.ucario lays back on his trainer's sleeping mat with a content sigh, rubbing both paws along his gurgling guts. He really did it; he packed his entire trainer away with ease! And he didn't even wake up! In fact, his trainer seems pretty happy like this, if the L.ucario's aura reading is accurate. The thought that his trainer, even subconsciously, is content with being food makes the jackal smile slightly. A soft belch escapes his muzzle and he closes his eyes to sleep. Come morning, his trainer will be little more than a few inches on his gut and he'll be a free 'mon. So will the rest of the team...though, the L.ucario side-eyes the nearby P.okeballs with a slight smirk and another slurp of his muzzle. He'll need breakfast in the morning...and it would be a shame to break up the team, right? The L.ucario could keep them all together, their auras joining his, the weight hanging off his middle. They wouldn't mind that fate...would they?

Having just turned eighteen, the young trainer was finally allowed to claim his first P.okemon and go on a journey like so many youth before him. He'd gotten his starter and ran off in excitement, barely taking time to heed the warning of the professor. "Don't overlevel your P.okemon too much or he might stop listening to you!" It was a warning plenty of trainers got--a reminder that what they're doing is dangerous and that these creatures will prove it if they think they're stronger than their trainer. But he didn't heed that warning, and before even making it to the first town, the trainer had let his C.harmander fight everything he could, wanting to grow strong fast and prove his strength. That hubris would put an end to his journey. After snacking on so many P.okemon, and even a trainer, the C.harmander had gotten big and chubby. And it was eyeing up its trainer slowly, slurping along its lips as its belly gurgled. It didn't need this kid to grow strong, right? No way...he'd be much better as some extra experience points! So the trainer, too excited to watch his P.okemon's shifting behavior, let out a cry as he's tackled from behind by the smaller lizard. The sudden attack and its weight knocks him over, and he soon find the C.harmander sitting on his chest, drooling and licking its lips. The wet slurps he got along his face made him laugh nervously--surely it's just his starter showing him some praise for being such a good trainer, right? But when that slick maw opened wide, showing the same dark gullet a few dozen P.okemon had already faced...the trainer was in too deep to go back. The C.harmander didn't listen to a word its trainer said as it engulfed his head and began to guzzle him down. Commands, threats, desperate pleas--they all fell on deaf ears as the starter effortlessly packs away his overzealous trainer. Having a meal over twice his size leaves the little lizard stranded on the side of the route, but he's perfectly content like this, a fiery belch escaping his grinning face. Other trainers would pass by, noticing the screaming bulge of a human stretching out that orange belly, and the dangerous look in the C.harmander's eyes just begging for those passersby to try and play hero...in the end, nobody stopped to help the trainer. They'd all heard the same warning, after all--it's not their fault if someone else didn't listen. As time goes on, the human-shaped bulge would steadily soften up and shrink down, the boiling guts of the overpowered starter effortlessly pumping its trainer away like any other piece of food. If things turn out well, the C.harmander will be picked up by a stronger and more experienced trainer that can tame it. If they don't...then newbie trainers will have to be careful of the greedy C.harizard that lurks on Route 1, waiting for its chance to have an easy snack. Whatever the outcome is doesn't matter, though. With a final wet belch and a few pats to his fatter gut, it's the end of the story for the trainer whose journey never truly began.

G.engar has had enough. His old trainer traded him away to a new one, letting him evolve in the process, all because this prick convinced his old trainer that he was too weak to handle the ghost. And sure, maybe he'd been a bit of a handful, but he liked his old trainer! This one? He's a ruthless authoritarian, commanding P.okemon like objects rather than living creatures. Anything that doesn't make the cut gets tossed away, either used in trades like the one that got G.engar stuck here, or worse yet, used as fodder to feed other P.okemon on the team. Either way, they're always made into 'examples' to keep the rest of the team in line. It's worked pretty well, too. This trainer's P.okemon are all completely subservient to him out of fear of what happens should they fail. But the G.engar isn't. He's still too fresh to the team, and unlike most of the rest, he's had enough time with his last trainer to know what a good one looks like. The rest of them were caught or bred or traded in at weaker levels, making it easy for them to be controlled. But the trainer got too cocky, too greedy, and G.engar plans to make him pay for that mistake. Turning another round of ruthless, agonizing training, G.engar makes his move with the trainer is berating someone else for failing to be perfect. His long tongue lashes out, slurping up over the trainer's back and coating it in thick slime. The man shudders and his entire body goes rigid. Just as the ghost hoped, paralysis set in fast, and the trainer falls onto his back. The ghost floats over him, grinning wide, red eyes shining deviously. He really likes the look of fear etched into the trainer's face, that realization that he's truly messed up. But the G.engar knows a better look for him. The ghost's mighty jaws open incredibly wide, his thick tongue snaking out again to wrap around the frozen trainer and hoist him into the air. With a maw like his, the human is just a nice mouthful for the G.engar, the ghost's teeth clacking shut behind the man and his purple cheeks bulging out. He slurps and gnaws on the human, snickering to himself as he hears the little cries and whimpers of his meal. Finally, he tips his head back, using one massive gulp to move the human from his maw and down to his gut, which sags low in the air as the weight quickly drops in. G.engar belches thickly and pats his gut a few times. Yeah...this human will look much better as nothing but ghost chub. The rest of the P.okemon seem surprised by how easily and quickly their nightmare trainer had been disposed of, but really, the G.engar didn't care much. He grabs his P.okeball and floats off. Time to find his old trainer--that kid was always fun to spook. Maybe belching up some human bones will be a fun way to reintroduce himself!