Summary: Plumeria plans on returning Lillie to her mother...but what about the young woman’s treasured companion and Pokemon? Nebby.

Word Count: 3268

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~~~~~~~~~~~Story~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A young girl’s glimmering green eyes glistened with fresh moisture.

“Please! You must let Nebby out!”

Alola’s slight coastal wind swept Lillie’s blonde curtain of hair over her face. The sheltered girl’s body trembled with a familiar sensation of helplessness. A coursing shudder was conducted between her joints and muscles. Tensed to a point of inability and indolence. She was like a Fish Pokemon out of water. The young woman’s muscles burned, from the activity of meaningless anxiety to the point of useless exhaustion of heat.

“They don’t like dark and…cramped spaces…”

Lillie’s voice left her lips as a feeble breath. A hesitant wind that filled her lungs and caused her ribs to abrasively crawl along her skin. Thereby evoking goosebumps within the young lass who felt like she had bit more than she could chew, in trying to escape from her mother’s clutches, and one of her dear companions would pay for it...by being enveloped in the compacting caustic clutches of another.

“Please!!”

“No chance, kid. Stop gawking too!”

Damn it…this was enjoyable the first ten minutes. But that rich bitch’s daughter is really getting on my nerves.


Lillie’s pathetic breath, formed as a wail, was in significant contrast to the mighty breath taken by the bronzed woman nearly an hour ago. A cycle of inhale and exhale filled with purpose and dampening vapors. That and the humidity of the pink and yellow-haired woman’s mouth, which blasted the unfortunate prey, Nebby, as a muggy wind.

Just moments before the glittering and floating cloud Pokemon, Nebby, was flanked by the sharp-eyed Plumeria’s flanking lips. Before they could even cry for their Trainer, Lillie, the predator’s plump lips squished together with a muffling seal. A condemning containment spurred on by Plumeria and her Team Skull Grunts finding Lillie, their employer’s daughter, at a remote house in Ula’ Ula Island. One that robbed the sentient congregation of space clouds and squished them next to rows of firm calcium and undulant pink muscle. Both mired in hot goo that was the bronzed woman’s saliva. A copious production that soaked the helpless Pokemon turned prey, as the predator’s sharp yellow eyes narrowed while inspecting the cowering girl.

Lillie’s orbs became wet with tears as her limbs were bound by Plumeria’s subordinates, and the older woman pushed the bundle of zesty gas between her jaws. The periphery of the gaseous Pokémon’s existence popped like candy rocks as it impacted against the caramel-skinned predator’s gums and tongue. A delicious flavor that seeped right into her bristled tastebuds while they roughly brushed against the center of the cloudy Pokemon.

Gluck~

Lillie’s full throttled cry coincided with the heaving bob of Plumeria’s neck. The emergence of a firm apple-shaped dent that traveled down the length of the brutish woman’s bare neck. Until the protrusion vanished from the world behind her clavicle. Hidden by the layers that composed predator’s bronzed breasts and the firm ribs, which heaved up and down in sadistic glee.

Yes. The reason that Plumeria swallowed down Lillie’s Nebby was not because she was ordered to by Lusamine. Rather it was the fact that it was a show of utter dominance, which the punk girl openly displayed to the young blonde born with a silver spoon in her mouth. It was simultaneously empowering and pleasuring.

“Just vomit Nebby out. You can take me to my mother. I’ll stop fighting!!”

Of course, the arousal that Plumeria felt from taking something important from the affluent heir of the Aether Foundation was tempered by time. Initially, The bronzed woman enjoyed teasing Lillie about the progress her stomach was making on Nebby. Plumeria detailed how the ball of gas was absolutely tainted by the disgusting plume of elements fuming from her freshly produced stomach acids. A gastric toxin that her body was just naturally attuned to producing as a bewitching and strong Poison-Type specialist. Thus, Plumeria emphasized to the blonde hostage, who was forced to hear the taunts from the predator’s mouth and creaking groans from behind the predator’s tensing brown abs, just how discerning she was to her own digestive system’s activity. That the violent clamps of her embracing gastric meat were an inescapable punishment for the little Pokemon. Damning their sparkly form to ooze into the frothing solution, which would then condense the heated mixture into a broth of liquid meat. To a point that Lillie’s pathetic Pokemon and Plumeria’s gastric soup were completely indistinguishable from one another. Just a glittering slop which would be pulsed through the ringed canals of her intestines.

This was all spoken by Plumeria, to the terrified Lillie, as she wore a contemptuous smirk on her face. A rare and relatively relaxed expression for the hardened woman’s face. However, that sadistic enjoyment was attenuated by the physical confirmation of what the bronzed woman said. As the firm bloat stretching her midriff, formed by the small Pokemon buried within her stomach, had begun to shrink. The Team Skull leader felt more and more of the digesting Pokemon being added to her working intestines. Paltry nourishment that reverberated against the brutal predator’s uncaring insides with a vibrating slosh. Thereby, eliciting euphorically hot tingles by means of pleasing pressure. It was a gentle current that emanated from Plumeria’s core and stretched from the back of her thighs and up to her nape.

Time passed.

Thus, it seemed that those delicious taunts gave way to social indigestion. As the capitulating reactions of the young blonde gave way to incessant orders once she had collected her willpower. Most of them centered on telling the bronzed predator to release the Pokemon that was gently rumbling against her inner walls. For Lillie had become aware of the urgency of the situation, and that she needed to do everything possible, including wearing out her throat and the patience of their captors, to save Nebby.

“Please!! I won’t fight back!!”

Fight back! What with your sob story of being neglected in your posh mansion! Fuck kid! You don’t have any sort of leverage in this situation!!

A vein bulged within Plumeria’s temples. Her head was boiling with heat at just the same time that she felt a different pressure bother another portion of her body.

“Fine! You want me to let your stupid Pokemon out!”

Plumeria’s voice seethed with a malicious cadence. The pink and yellow haired woman turned around and faced the shorter blonde. Lillie was unnerved by the hardened and unreadable expression that the older and taller woman was looking down at her with. It was nearly as dreadful as the paucity of shape and size of the bronzed woman’s tight core, which was a much more chilling sight to the sheltered girl. Plumeria’s midriff was now a slender slope. A tapestry of taut skin over a sinuous framework of tensing abdominal muscles designed to knead and crush the contents behind those thick strata. It was a sweat beaded surface absolutely rippling with power and missing any resemblance of the wonderful little gas nugget that the young hostage had grown attached to.

The wonderful Pokemon that Lillie saved from her mother’s foundation was lost within those grimy folds. A horrific organic machine hidden beneath a caramel complexion painted with a pink design of the Team Skull’s logo. Delicately beautiful skin that would have attracted the attention of others if Plumeria’s heated leers didn’t intimidate them away. Lillie’s eyes crawled over those flexing bands of beading definition, the back of her head pierced by rapid-fire warmth that blurred her sight and muffled her hearing. As the young woman imagined the physical kaleidoscope of terror. Muscled layers that undoubtedly soaked her Pokémon’s cries and buried their face in a scalding goo. Miring Nebby’s sensitive features as they endured the heat, pressure, and corrosion that characterized a digestive tract. All the while being draped in suffocating darkness, with a revolting humidity so thick that one could taste the flavor on their tongue and all parts of their body.

Glosh~
Slosh~

As the poor Pokemon made of starry clouds was wrapped in dissolving blankets of flesh. Irritating to the exterior until the interior was melting into a goo that assisted the blistering and ulceration of the other side. A starry sanguine viscosity that would splash and wrap around the beloved Pokemon softening frame. Tugging the solid infrastructure closer and closer to a gelatinous substrate. Liquid meat primed to soak in the acerbic enzymes. The elements that worked earnestly to convert the mass into nourishing calories for the viciously faced woman. As she went about her current duty, employed to the mother of the woman she was so casually tormenting.

Grrgglle~

Regardless, the sheltered girl’s eyes widened and brightened in willful hope. Upon hearing Plumeria’s burning and irritated words.

“Really! You’ll let Nebby out! Oh! Thank you. You don’t know how much this means to me!”

Lillie’s intonations bled with the naivete that the hard-lived punk expected. It added to the emotional enjoyment that the predator was indulging in to stave off boredom and forget about the cruelty of the life that sculpted her this way. Unequal scales that pitted the sharp-faced predator with the softly faced blonde, who might have even been friends in different circumstances. Regardless, reality necessitated this violence and firm affection. As Lusamine had deigned to order Plumeria to retrieve her insolent daughter, and the punk had chosen to show some tough love to the sheltered girl.

Man...you are really making it easy for me to toy with you. Almost makes me feel bad...

Plumeria audibly exhaled. As Lillie blinked away tears and sniffled the building snot that emerged within her nares. The sheltered girl chose to believe that the older woman, with a perpetually mean mien, truly meant that she would liberate the collection of space dust safely from the lapping intensity of her gastric insides. That it would only be moments before Lillie was reunited with her dear Nebby. A fantasy that the young blonde firmly believed was still possible...even when Plumeria squatted down on the floor.

“Yea. Whatever will get you to stop crying about it.”

The taller girl’s squat was odd change in her posture. One that forced the waiting blonde to tilt her head down. To maintain eye contact with the pink and yellow-haired woman. The latter’s eyes lidded in anticipation and her brows furrowed. While the former felt an increased pressure around her arms. The other Team Skull members, nondescript in appearance and helped Plumeria in abducting Lillie, were already aware of what was going to transpire. As they watched their imposing leading settle into a deep squat. After she said that she would liberate the ball of space gas from the suffocating plumes and drowning magma of her gastrointestinal system.

“Huh?”

Lillie gasped. As she watched the bronzed woman hook a finger around her waistband. Then the dark fabric of her pants was shuttled down the thickness of her thighs. In smooth and jerky strokes.

“What…what are you doing…”

Lillie sputtered. The young woman wanted to shield her eyes from the squatting woman. As the latter exposed her bottom half to the former. Yet, the steaming aroma of those sheltered muscle, formerly entrapped in the punk girl’s tight pants, beckoned the young blonde’s visual attention. Towards the slight contours of toned thighs bulged into a breakneck curve closer to the convergence of Plumeria’s midline. Where her vulvar lips were exposed to the open air. Rosy folds that glistened with a film of moisture, as the bundles of flanking brawn tensed and shuddered. For the squatting predator adjusted her posture to get into the most comfortable position possible. As she lifted a leg and then the other. To fully disrobe her lower extremities of the black fabric

“What is going on!?” I just want you to get Nebby out!”

Lillie whipped her head back and forth. As she was met with firm resistance against her desire to physically block her vision with her hands. This was the point when the little blonde, of experience and strength, became acutely aware of the pair of Team Skull Grunts restraining her by her arms.

“Yea. That’s what I’m doing. Just that our little friend has been worked too far into my system to get out of my other end.”

Plumeria cocked an eyebrow. The angle of her backside wobbled as the girth of her bronzed cheeks spread. A view that Lillie’s enraptured gaze was just able to catch past the older woman’s crotch. Flanking thighs and calves exposed as her pair of pants were drawn close towards her ankles.

…

Lillie could have closed her eyes shut. There was no need for her hands to block her vision of such immodesty. The reason she did not think of such an easy answer might have been due to an implicit understanding. Of the true meaning of her kidnapper’s words of letting Nebby out. A veiled truth that was communicated through Plumeria’s half-mirthful smirk. An honest mask broken by the penetration of the older Poison Type Pokemon Trainer’s puckered anal lips. As the proprioceptive rumble stimulated the lining of her rectal vault and the crown of processed crap breached the sodden gate. Toxic fumes soundlessly released through the nerve dense tissue, throbbing with erotic electricity, as solid heat sloughed out between slimy anal wrinkles vanishing from the enforced stretch of feathery soft stool

“…Ah…”

The weakest shudder of a voice left Lillie’s trembling lips. As she watched a plume of shimmering colors, matching the complexion of Nebby’s cloudy body, make its appearance sagging down from the bronzed canopy of the squatting pink-haired woman’s lips. The first vestiges of the blonde’s friend were being pushed out of Plumeria’s backside, and her countenance hardened in concentration. As she felt the pulsing warmth of extricating the Pokemon out of her bowels. Electricity thrumming through the pudendal tributaries that lined the compacting terminus of an organic sleeve. Meanwhile, the physical cloud of Nebby’s fluffy form was pushed out as a poorly sculpted cylinder.

Hmm~
These little ones always feel good being mulched by my insides but pushing this creamy cloud out my cake really feels nice.

Plumeria gently wiggled the bounce of her rear end. Adding a little swivel to the depositing collection of glittering blues, pink, and violet. It was almost possible for Lillie to fool herself. That everything was okay and that Nebby’s form had just been through a traumatic experience. It’s gentle and cloudy appearance having been squished into this shape by the older woman’s ringed tract. That, any moment, the kind Pokemon would spring back freely floating in the sky and worse for wear. Nebby would seek comfort within the space between Lillie’s arms.

“…Ohh…”

Lillie’s voice crashed with grief. Instead of the growing centimeters of glittering mud, which flowed out of Plumeria’s cheeks in an unbroken flow, inflating back into the healthy sphere of Nebby’s body, it cracked and sloughed on the grassy floor. The feathery cream glistened with the mucosal fluids that greased both the predator’s moist anal folds and her pilfering canal. Aside from the sparkling glitter, so akin to the Alola night sky, and the soothing coloration of Nebby’s body, the distinctive features of Lillie’s Pokemon had been destroyed. Never to come back. As what was being pushed out of Plumeria’s system was not an intact Pokemon.

Ahh~

It was simply a colorful stool without any sentience or affect. The remnants of a Pokemon that had been thoroughly digested, physically and chemically, and absorbed through an endless gastric hell.

“Finally have nothing to say.”

Plumeria taunted.

The sensitive muscles of the spread button of her pucker pulsed from the creamy textures passing through it. A building euphoria as more and more of Lillie’s dear friend plummeted on the forest floor beneath them. The older woman’s sharp eyes scrutinized the moment that Lillie’s face dimmed. Hope escaping just as the blonde’s little bundle of joy streamed out of the predator’s oily hole at a greater pace. Most of its weight having already been transferred to burying the dew-kissed grass. A creamy loaf that wasn’t even as large as some of Plumeria’s regular bowel movements. As she already felt the exterior of the stool begin to narrow and the heat warming her rectum beginning to slip out. There was not even the firm sensation of weight pressing against the bronze complexion of her left lower abdomen.

“You are going to be quiet? For the rest of our trip to your mom’s place now, right?”

Plumeria asserted with a question oozing with authority. As she brought the extrication of Nebby to a close. The wrinkled folds of her anus narrowed, edging towards a seal, as residual rectal gas soundless spilled between the gaps created by the narrowing end of the colorful stool. A soothing cream on the dark brown anal muscle that left a gentle, wet kiss. The final tangible act of the physical remains of the dominated Pokemon.

Meanwhile, the blonde girl’s entire body violently shivered as she absorbed the finality of the sight. Visible fumes steamed from the small pile of coolly colored peat. The desecrated remains of Nebby had begun to congeal on the random patch of grass. A place where most would not cross. The few that did would view the colorful collection of matter as a mild distraction or be ignorant of the sludge. As it merged with the surrounding environment due to the passage of time and the ensuing natural elements. The only one truly aware of the significance of this mound was the young girl being forced back into her sheltered life. The banal rut decorated with riches orchestrated by her domineering mother. The head of the Aether Foundation and a woman obsessed with beauty. Lusamine. Lillie’s own metaphorical predator. A motherly woman whose love was as suffocating as stomach folds. Her forced ideals and beliefs, lining out a path for the daughter, were as eroding to the young blonde’s will as digestive acids and absorbing of her individuality as a winding intestinal road.

“Hey. You hear what I said? Or do you have some more friends I can pack down.”

Plumeria crooned. She grabbed a piece of nearby verdant vegetation, one that felt soft against her hand, and swiped it up and down her stained wrinkled folds. The stimulated exit was cleansed of fecal matter until there was no visible trace of the processed prey left. Just the warmth and satisfaction of Plumeria’s digestive system and barely an addition of a jiggle to her plump posterior.

“…”

Lillie was able to muster up a wordless nod of submission. An action that nearly exhausted her falling strength. As the young woman felt so weak in the knees, that she might have fallen to the floor if Plumeria’s subordinates weren’t holding her by her arms. The shorter blonde’s dim eyes followed the arc of the taller predator’s standing body, who pulled up her pants in short succession.

“Good girl. I expect this kind of behavior until we get back to your mom’s island.”

Plumeria arched her back and stretched her arms behind her head.

The intimidating woman’s bronzed midriff stretched as she rotated back towards the direction they were heading before this short pause. The four of them walked in silence towards the coastline where their ship was located. The only sound emitted from the group was caused by the soft collapse of moist grass beneath their steps. The remains of Lillie’s friend cooled in the distance of random Alola land and as an extra jiggle~

On the caramel cake contained within Plumeria’s pants. The predator once again plodding through life, while weighed down by mundane cruelty.

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