Pokemon Island Part 2

Claire awoke as the last embers fizzled out of her dying fire, stretching on a bed of long leaves that she had woven into a makeshift mattress. Even with all her hard work, it still resembled a misshapen pile of leaves, but it beat laying on the cold floor of the cave she calls home. Loud roaring snores echoed in the dark cave, shaking the walls. Partially blocking the entrance to the cave sat a large imposing Teal pokemon, A Snorlax.

Claire began her daily routine, and she took out a plumb melon and carved it with a sharpened rock. The flesh of the melon was sweet and tangy, and the juices ran down the sides of her face as she crammed it down. A rumbling came from the Snorlax. Claire took the sack of fruit and climbed onto the squishy belly of the sleeping pokemon. She sank into the cream-colored stomach of the fat pokemon as she crawled towards its pudgy head.

Its mouth opened and shut with each breath, Pumping air into its abdomen, lifting Claire and the fruit like a slow trampoline. She steadied herself and grabbed a melon, and with a precision aim, she threw it into the mouth of the sleeping pokemon. Snorlax swallowed the fruit, and Claire tossed more one at a time till the sack was empty. The Snorlax would remain asleep as long as its belly had food. Its presence blocked the entrance of Claire's cave and kept out the pokemon that might prey on her in the night.

Claire rested wearily on the soft abdomen of the unaware guardian of her home. She sighed at the empty sack. To keep the cave blocked would require more food and hard work. She went off and began to collect supplies for her day. Mending her deteriorating clothes with vines left her wearing a mostly leafy bikini.

Hours later, after filling the first sack of fruit for Snorlax, Claire found herself searching for fruit for herself in the treetops. The familiar shuffling sound alerted Claire's ears, a grimace on her face formed, and she looked down at the jungle floor. It was him again, A purple blob with black diamonds adorning its fat body and two yellow whiskers. Pink eyes looked up at Claire. It was a Swalot.

The bulbous pokemon stared at Claire, and it opened its mouth wide and pointed at her with its tiny hand. It was motioning with its hand for her to go into its cavernous purple mouth.

"I told you to leave me alone!" Claire hissed through gritted teeth. Swalot had been harassing her since day one on this miserable island. Whenever she camped at night before finding the cave, it was always the same. She would wake up inside the innards of that walking sack. 

"Go away!" Claire screamed and threw a branch at Swalot, and it bounced off his soft head. It closed its mouth, titled its head confused, and stood there waiting patiently. Claire reached back for another projectile to bombard the stalking pokemon. A firm grip grabbed her arm, and Claire found herself looking into the eyes of a Mankey. a fighting-type pokemon with a round body with white fur and a prominent pig nose.

It pulled on Claire's top, tearing it off her body, destroying it, her breasts bounced free. Mankey became excited at her round breasts and pulled her close to its body. Claire hit the Mankey with her free arm as it tried to suckle her left breast. A wet tongue licked her pink nipple undeterred as she bashed with all her might on the white fur.

Claire blushed and was disturbed by the arousal as the furry pokemon sucked on her breast. No milk flowed from her bosom, and the Mankey looked at her eyes angrily. Claire stopped striking as fear welled up inside at the sight of the menacing stare. The angry sounds of Swalot yelling from below made the Mankey's ears Twitch. It grabbed Claire by her tattered bottoms and held her dangling from the tree.

Claire looked down as Swalot wiggled with its mouth open below as her tattered skirt frayed and released Claire. She screamed as she fell to the jungle floor. Swalot's mouth expanded and caught the pale naked body of Claire. She bounced in his mouth as she landed, quickly encased in the closed maw of Swalot. The purple cheeks of Swalot jaws bulged with its meal. The little lips shifted and leaked saliva as he chewed on his prize in his squishy mouth.

Kicks and punches bounced stretched out from Swalot's swollen cheeks, but the purple pokemon paid no mind. With a strong gulp, the prominent bulge fell into its abdomen. With a shake of its body, Swalot returned to its standard shape. It began to shuffle off with its dinner as Claire sat in the dark wet abyss of its belly.

Now that the remains of her clothes are entirely gone, Claire sighed as the stomach began to release weak acids on her body in the squishy darkness. She stood up and forced herself up into Swalots throat. The main weakness of Swalot was his body was squishy. Forcing his jaws open, Claire stood entirely up inside Swalot. Feet and legs still in his belly and her upper body in his mouth.

An orange pokemon was in front of Swalot, a dragonlike appearance, and a flame-tipped tail. A Charizard, Claire, froze with fear at the sight of the dangerous pokemon. She dove back down into the safety of Swalots stomach. The purple pokemon's mouth slammed shut as its meal returned to its guts. The Charizard looked befuddled and began to growl and grunt at Swalot.

Swalot bubbled and squelched, communicating to its friend the Charizard as Claire huddled inside its belly. Hours went by. Claire would occasionally crouch up and peer out the Swalots throat and see the Charizard through its opening lips as it talked. Frustration and anger filled her thoughts, having to sit inside the hot moist hell of the Swalot.

 The stomach acids were weak, but she would eventually become part of this fatty monstrosity if she stayed in here too long. She laid back against the squishy stomach, waiting for the conversation to end to escape and continue her work.

Hours later in the late evening, Machoke came to sleeping Snorlax. He forced open its mouth and began to chuck vines and berry bushes down its throat, filling the belly of the sleeping pokemon. He slipped behind the squishy body and entered the cave. Claire was resting naked on the bedding of leaves. Machoke covered her in a blanket of leaves and woven vines, leaving a pile of eggs by her small pile of fruit. 

A smile and the Machoke squeezed past the sleeping guardian into the night of Pokemon Island.