“Pleeeease?” the vaporeon begs, hopping in an excited circle around an agitated-looking floatzel, “I know you can do it. Please please pleeeease? This has been my dream forever and you're the only one I know I can trust! Seriously. I learned how to do it. All you'd have to—“
“Vee, no means no. I don't care what kind of trick you learned. I'm not going to eat you.”
“But Youko...”
“No. Look, we've known one another a long, long time. I'm all right with you hanging around our training pool and goofing off with the boys and even—that thing we did the one time. But that's all. I'm not into this weird fetish you've got going on. Let's just drop it, okay?”
Vee pouts, crouching low on her paws, looking downtrodden. Her friend just sighs, turning on the hose situated over an empty bucket—water, presumably to charge up for training.
“Sorry. Listen, you'd better duck out for a while. It's almost time for us to start our lesson for the day and my trainer will be along any minute. I'll try and catch her at the door so you have time to sneak out.”
“Mmkay. Uh. Youko?”
“Yeah, Vee?”
“Sorry... I just got excited. This trick was really hard to learn and—“ her eyes linger on the bucket for just a second, and something in her head clicks. “You know, forget it. I can show you another time. Give me half a second to get through the gap in the fence, okay?”
Youko smiles.
“Gotcha.”
The second the floatzel turns away and hurries past the little row of berry bushes hiding the back quarter of the yard from the door, Vee makes her move. There's a brief feeling of regret, certainly, but it's short-lived and almost entirely overwhelmed by the jolt of arousal that charges up her spine. Tricking her friend is probably wrong, but... it's not like it will hurt her, after all. She'll never even have to know! The vaporeon sidles up to the bucket, peers down inside, and grins.
“Hello! I'd like a round trip ticket to the nearest weasel belly, please,” she titters to herself, practically vibrating with excitement. The area between her hind legs feels hot and wet. “First class seating!”
She hops up, and there's no fanfare, no flash of light or puff of mist, no indication that anything has changed at all except for the fact that a once mostly-empty bucket is now suddenly full to overflowing with clear, fresh water.
Inside the bucket, Vee is glad her ability to move in this form is limited. If it weren't, she might not be able to sit still. Excitement courses through her consciousness like ripples through the liquid she's become—all vaporeon are capable of melting into water, but it's not without effort and training. The average wild pokemon would almost never be able to learn how to do it. Vee, however, isn't like most wild pokemon.
Ever since she was very, very small and her mother had warned her and her littermates about predation she had been obsessed with the idea of being swallowed up by someone else. Burbled away to nothing behind a wall of flesh and fat and muscle. She wasn't suicidal, no, not by a long shot, otherwise she might have tried this ages ago. Instead, she had devoted herself to learning how to shapeshift. Admittedly, this was in part by roughhousing with Youko and her teammates. They were owned by an assistant at the water type gym in town, and well-trained. Scuffling with them hadn't been the same as battling, but it had given her the boost she needed to learn, and now the fruits of her effort are about to pay off!
She can see up over the lip of the bucket, so she's aware the second Youko rounds the bushes to retrieve the bucket. Her friend gives pause long enough to look around and make sure Vee is nowhere in sight before she reaches over and turns off the hose.
“That sure filled up fast,” she mutters, hefting the bucket by its metal handle. Inside, Vee sloshes.
'Almost time,' the vaporeon thinks to herself excitedly. Having no proper body to transmit the intense arousal flooding through her, rather than having the sense confined to certain areas she feels it all over. Even the sensation of herself sliding against the plastic interior of the bucket is ecstasy.
The bucket is dropped on the ground, and some of her splashes out, disconnecting from her consciousness as it leaves contact with the largest part of her and being absorbed into the grass. It's time. She knows the drill from spending so much time here—Youko's trainer assembles all of her pokemon for a morning workout. The floatzel, being a little too uptight and cautious, likes to top off her water reserves before it begins with a nice, big drink of water to stay hydrated.
From this angle, with her friend standing over the bucket, Vee can look directly up at her most intimate of areas. Once upon a time they might have fooled around, just a little, so it's a spot she's reasonably familiar with—plush, tight, tidy and sweet. She lets out a little mental whimper at the realization that later on, probably tonight even, she'll be re-entering the world through it.
'Come on, Youko, I know you're thirsty!'
Finally, finally, her excitement is justified. Youko hefts the bucket back up, raises it to her muzzle, cracks open her mouth, and begins to chug.
–
If Vee could move for herself, she would be thrashing with pleasure. Her liquid body floods the hot, slimy confines of her friend's mouth, rolling over her tongue and teeth and into her cheeks, funneling back into the pulsing abyss of her throat. The thick GLUCK of her first swallow is loud enough to drown out Vee's thoughts. Bit by bit, gulp by gulp, her body pours down the floatzel's throat, mingling with sticky saliva before being squirted wetly through her clenching, twitching cardia into the pouch of her stomach.
It's impossible to see, but she can feel it all—the slickness. The heat. The folds in the muscular walls—moving slowly, lightly kneading inward as they're filled with water. A little pool of mucous at the bottom is stirred up and made to mingle with her just by the force with which she's spurted into the chamber.
'Please don't be too much,' she thinks, feeling the walls begin to unfurl and sag as her mass is deposited within them. 'Come onnnnn.'
Youko chugs and gulps and swallows, and Vee feels more and more of herself splash down inside, until with one last, light little 'ulp' the final bit of her enters the stomach. She can barely contain herself—the walls are stretched, bloated. She fills all but the very top quarter of her friend's tummy. It shifts around her almost curiously, getting a feel for the load it's carrying. With so much liquid inside, every little twitch of muscle emits a gentle gurgle that shocks across Vee's form like a lightning bolt of arousal.
'I did it. I did it. I did it. I'm. I'm in Youko's stomach! Ohhhh. It's so warm and soft. Youko, your belly is nice...'
The whole world shakes suddenly, flinging her against the ceiling and splashing her everywhere as her friend sits down. She can hear the too-quick pulse of her heart and the labored way she breathes now that the noise level is lowered—apparently there was a bit much in the bucket. Her gut is waterlogged, and she's taking a minute to sit down.
'Whoopsies. Drank a little too much, huh Youko? Sorry.'
Her belly responds with a disquieted rumble and a sound like a drain emptying down below, somewhere underneath the weighty, overfull stomach.
'Is your belly okay?'
Then, utterly without warning, everything squeezes tight and Vee's thoughts are scrambled as the walls clench in around her. All the air in Youko's stomach rushes out, back up her throat (along with a little bit of water) in a wet, drawn-out belch. Vee finds herself wishing desperately that she was solid, if only because if she had had organs to react, she would have come.
'Wowwwwwwww. Do it again.'
--
After that, the world becomes nothing but motion. Between the gentle churning of the stomach heating up and mixing her with juices and the movement of Youko running, walking, swimming, and going about her day. Vee, unable to touch herself, has to bear it all in a lust-addled haze. At some point the pyloric valve squelches open and begins to admit small amounts of water, but the moment they're severed from the largest part of her she can no longer feel herself in them, and so what should have been a short stay in her friend's belly drags on for multiple hours. It doesn't help that the walls have begun to absorb bits of her, drawing them away and shrinking her conscious self smaller and smaller as time passes, until she herself is just a tiny, frothy puddle resting in the pit of the stomach, more slime than water. The rest of her has been committed to Youko's blood and intestines already.
'Youko... your stomach really likes me,' she thinks blearily, 'You don't know what you're missing.'
She's interrupted by a clench and a sudden wet SPLAT from up above: a hunk of bread. It's lunch time, and after a hard training session the floatzel is starving. From the inside feeling her eat is an incredible experience. The intestines whine and burble greedily. The stomach rumbles, growls, and goes right to work, its movements much more rough with solids to grind over. Vee is splashed and tossed around, even as more food begins to plop wetly inward. She's worked into it by the churning of the walls, feeling everything grow even hotter as the stomach starts to secrete acids. Youko is a predator-breed. Her gut is made for meat—it breaks food down fast and passes it along, and Vee is now along for the ride. The walls roll slowly at first, but as the floatzel eats her fill they get more powerful, pulverizing the mess and slathering it in acid, mixing it with the already-present liquid until Vee is no longer sure what's her and what's food.
When she realizes that—to the digestive sac around her—it's all food, she wants to scream with the frustration of being so painfully aroused.
Time passes. The grinding of the walls becomes commonplace, until there are no longer lumps of food floating in a bath of acid and water but a thick, boiling-hot soup of chyme contained in a sagging pouch of flesh. The intestines are an unending chorus of blorps and grumbles, geared up and ready to accept their long-awaited load, and, just when Vee is beginning to wonder if it's possible to nap in her present form, a thick, bubbly SQUELCH sends her splattering through the pyloric sphincter into Youko's duodenum.
Here the walls flex constantly, and more hot juices are squeezed and strangled into her, breaking down the mess into an even more liquid state. She finds herself enraptured by the process. This was food, food that a couple of hours ago was whole and recognizable. Youko's teeth mangled it. Her throat crushed it down into the acidic chamber of her stomach, and now here it is, only now ready for her body to actually use.
That sound like an emptying drain comes again, and Vee and the newly-melted meal are sluiced into the weasel's intestines.
This is the only part Vee was afraid of—she can't be certain her friend's body won't claim all of her for its own here. The villi wave and capture a great deal of her as she passes over them, fragments of herself drawn forever away. She remains conscious, though, even at her reduced size, enough to feel everything as she's inched along through the twists and turns of Youko's bowels. She gauges how much time has passed by the sounds of the body around her; when the stomach starts to rumble hungrily again she knows that hours have gone by. By this time she can only assume she's halfway through her journey. The little noises of gas bubbles rolling through with her, liquid sloshes, shifting coils of intestine, they become a lullaby. She can't sleep for real, but she can drift and let time go by while she enjoys the ride.
–
When she snaps back to reality, the mass of ex-food containing her is much more solid, lodged against thirsty, ribbed walls that pull at her roughly. She knows where she is, and is glad she can't smell anything.
Around her, Youko's colon ripples, gently easing her along. Those walls, though. They're almost violent with the force with which they compact her, tug at her, try to absorb her inward. If she could retreat from them, she would; she's sure if she's pulled into them it will be the end of her, and all she can do is hope and pray. Karma has another plan for her, though. In her sleep, Youko turns over, compressing her pleasantly-full guts and smashing Vee right up against one greedy wall. She can feel herself start to be sucked away immediately, along with the rest of the water.
'Oh no. Oh nononono. Youko, Youko please, wake up. Please no. I don't want to die. I can't. I didn't want this. No, no, no no—'
The floatzel's bowels give a sluggish rumble, and Vee is absorbed wholly.
–
Regaining consciousness is a shock. Realizing that she is, in large part, connected to herself, is another. It takes Vee some time to pull herself together enough to examine her surroundings; it's still pitch-black, and she's still clearly tucked away in Youko somewhere. Around her, wrinkled walls constantly wink and contract, and even with her limited ability to feel she can tell they're stretched to their absolute limit. Anything more and they'll want to burst. It's not enough for her to even wager a guess as to where she is, but then she feels the body around her shudder...
Outside, Youko is newly-awake. It's early in the morning, the sun barely peeking up and staining the night sky pink along the edges, and her bladder is absolutely pounding. She drank a great deal more than usual the day prior, so she isn't particularly surprised, but it doesn't stop the jolts of urgency piercing the whole way up into her abdomen. One paw slides underneath her to press firmly up against her vulva, and she whimpers. She's so full inside she can't manage to close her legs, and she's afraid if she moves an inch the dam will burst and she'll soil her nest of blankets.
“Hnnnh,” she whines, grinding roughly down on her paw as though it will do something for her. It doesn't, not really. For a few more minutes she lies still, hoping the urge will abate, but it only gets stronger the longer she allows liquid to gather inside. “Hhhhold on,” she squeaks.
She sucks in a deep breath and slides her arms underneath herself to start pushing up. Her tails instinctively heft up and back, because the moment she's upright it's like someone has dropped a weight in her bladder and her body demands with actual pain that she relieve herself.
“Hold on, hold on,” she repeats over and over, tottering bow-legged through the house and out the sliding back door to the yard. Around the back and behind the bushes, all the while whining under her breath. Once some privacy is secured, she hunkers down on all fours with her legs splayed wide, and with a sigh and a shiver that rushes up her spine, lets it go.
Inside her, Vee is keenly aware of the distress her current home is experiencing. The walls contract unevenly, as though they can't work properly around the sheer volume they're being forced to contain. The little dip in the floor strains and flexes without opening enough to let anything out; this is an organ at its very limit.
And then the sphincter opens, and the very back wall plunges down and presses her forward. She shoots down a narrow tube and splashes in the grass, and even though she's all over the place has the presence of mind to change back before she can be absorbed into the dirt and really lost forever.
This comes with a frightened yelp from the pokemon above her, whose open vulva is now hotly, wetly resting against Vee's hip.
“Uh. Hi Youko.”
“Vee.”
“So, funny story...”
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