Pokemon Island

The humid tropical air felt heavy in the heat of the afternoon sun. Even the shade of the trees did little to shield away its intensity. Claire wiped away the sweat from her face, and the sweat ran down her face into the tattered remains of her clothes. It had been several weeks since she was stranded on the island. Her team rocket uniform was in tatters, reduced to barely covering her breasts, and her skirt was just pieces of cloth held together by vines.

She glanced around the giant tree, and the forest was teeming with the sounds of many pokemon. It was dangerous, and she had no pokemon or weapons to protect herself, but she had to survive. Claire spotted her prize. In the branches of the tree were sizeable blue fruit. She crept along the forest path and approached the tree. Her blue-gray hair fluttered in the breeze and rested on her shoulders.

She climbed up the tree, pressing her body against the bark as she ascended. She reached the branch with the fruit and began collecting them into her bag she fashioned from a discarded fishing net. The fruit felt moist melon-like to Claire. Her stomach grumbled, thinking about how sweet they tasted. She reminisced as she was filling the bag how she was sent on a research mission for a possible new base when her plane crashed at sea. She washed ashore on this unknown island alone. Claire has seen neither her colleague nor any humans but plenty of pokemon.

Pokemon.

She felt cold scales rubbing against her back, then a flash of purple flowed between her and the tree. It wrapped around her, constricting her in its tight embrace. Claire struggled as more of it coiled around her. The head of a snake-like creature hung over her, A Ekans.

"Let me go!" Claire screamed as she struggled in its embrace, the coils tightened, and her breasts were smashed against her chest.

She cried out from the pressure, her mouth open, panting, struggling to get air. The Ekans opened its mouth and positioned Claire straight up. She gazed into its open mouth and could see the wet pink insides of its throat. Its drool and saliva flooded in anticipation of her arrival. Claire's head entered the Ekans maw. She twisted and turned to attempt to get free, only stirring up and splashing the drool flowing from within its mouth.

The Ekans mouth gripped her shoulders, using its coils, it pushed her body upward into its mouth. Forcing Claire's shoulders and breasts into its throat, the throat muscles squeezed on Claire's body and pulled her deeper inside. She struggled to breathe in the tight confines of the snake pokemon's throat. Every time the Ekans opened its mouth and slid more of her inside, Claire gasped for a breath of air.

Claire felt as the Ekans uncoiled from her legs. Most of her body was inside the snake now. Only her knees and legs were left. The Ekans lifted its head slightly and allowed gravity and Claire's weight to finish its meal. Claire wiggled and struggled, but it only made her slide faster. At last, the wet saliva touched the pads of her feet, and they too were pushed down the throat of the Ekans.

The Ekans laid down on the tree branch, and its meal was pushed further within itself to its stomach. Claire's form was now just a feminine lump on the length of the pokemon. Inside the tight meaty prison, Claire struggled, she couldn't move her arms, and the confines of the stomach only allowed her limited movement. She was twisting and turning her body in an attempt to upset its stomach.

To Claire's horror, the stomach began to move. It rocked her gently, and she felt a warm sensation across her body, warmth even for the confines of this moist hell. Her mind froze with realization as a thought filled her mind.

It's stomach acid.

It's trying to digest me!

Claire screamed and tried to fight back against the stomach muscles, but they held her in place, still massaging the stomach juices onto her body. She grew weak, and her struggles diminished. The bulging stomach muscles gripped tighter and rubbed Claire's body mercilessly. Her body felt weak and skin sensitive as she was awash in the filling stomach. Claire closed her eyes and accepted her fate, her failure.

The stomach muscles ceased.

What?

Claire felt a tight grip on her left foot and then a tug. Her body scrapped against the muscle walls of the Ekans innards as she was dragged out of its body. Claire gasped for fresh air as even the hot air of the forest felt cool compared to the hot hell she was in. She looked up and saw her savior. In front of her was a gray-skinned figure, at around seven feet in height. Clothed in only a tattered loin cloth made from large leaves, body ripped with muscles and a scar on the left cheek of its face. It was a Machoke.

Claire sighed with relief, then drifted off as she passed out in exhaustion.

She awoke in a dimly lit cave, laying on her back on a bed of leaves. The Machoke stood in front of her waiting patiently.

"Alright, Scar, but make it quick," Claire sighed as she undid her skirt and removed what remained of her tattered top. Scar spread her legs and began to lick her groin, Claire's face blushed, and she turned her head as the tongue licked at her vagina greedily. Scar stood up and grabbed her legs, pulling her closer. He removed his loincloth and rubbed the tip of his penis against her vagina.

"Get it over with," Claire said, biting her lip.

Scar plunged his dark gray penis inside her. Claire gasped and cried out as she climaxed. Gentle thrusts followed as the pokemon began to copulate with her. Claire gasped every time he thrust inside her. He leaned down and licked her face. She turned her head away as she was overwhelmed with pleasure and disgust.

Scar grabbed Claire's waist with his hands, pulling her to him as he thrust. Allowing him to reach deeper than before, Claire felt as Scar edged closer and closer to her cervix. She shuddered as her insides gripped his penis tightly. Scar grunted with pleasure and increased his pace, and Claire felt as her womb ached in preparation. He was a pokemon, but her body didn't care and longed for his seed. Claire's body wanted to fulfill her primal urge and breed.

Scar stopped suddenly and thrust deep, and Claire cried out as they both climaxed. Scar's hot seed filled her womb, and her stomach bulged as she was filled. Scar Fidgeted and removed his penis, and fresh semen flowed from Claire onto the leaves. Claire lay panting and exhausted. Scar went down and sniffed her stomach, and Claire felt the warmth of his face as he nuzzled her belly with his face.

She remembered when she first washed up on the island and Scar found her passed out on the beach. He took her and the supplies that washed up on the shore back to his cave. Scar used a large hollowed-out stone as a pot and prepared to cook her. Claire struggled in her binds as he filled the boiling pot with vegetables and got free, and Scar went to catch her.

Claire's skirt got caught on the rough stone wall of the cave and was torn off. Scar stopped upon seeing the naked lower half of her body. Upon seeing his reaction, Claire got an idea she removed her top and let her curvy breasts hang out. Scar's tongue hung out and drooled, seeing the bed of leaves, Clair sat on it with her legs spread. She had two outcomes cooked in his belly or let him have some fun with hers. They copulated, and ever since then, whenever she is in danger, Scar, as she called him, comes to her rescue, and he gets his reward.

Claire pats him on his head as he continues to nuzzle her belly with his face. On her limited time on the island, she had seen many pokemon, but he was the only machoke and possibly the only one on the island. She wondered if that was the reason he was so quick to attach himself to her. She felt sad for him since he tried so hard each time to impregnate her, but their genes were incompatible. A blessing for her, sad truth he didn't comprehend.

Scar got up and went to another side of the cave. Claire stood up and put her clothes back on or what was left that the Ekans didn't digest. She sighed soon, and she would be walking around in leaves like Scar at this rate or worse. Scar returned with her bag, Now filled to the brim with fruit, and sat it beside the bed.

"Thank you, Scar." Claire smiled at him, and He placed a crown of flowers on her head. Claire blushed. Even though he was a pokemon, it was the only genuine affection she had ever received before.

She grabbed the heavy load of fruit and waved to Scar, and walked out of the cave. A small trickle of semen trailed down her legs as she walked heading home.

"Let's see if I can make it home before something tries to eat me." Claire chuckled as she set off into the jungle.