All characters mentioned in this story are over the age of 18; any similarities to real people are purely coincidental.
âReally, a Gardevoir?â
âTheyâve been my partner since the beginning, not to mention you donât get much of a choice.â
Your new partner, a rookie fresh off the streets, rebutted you. You were both rocket grunts, and despite seniority, the reassignment came from the top. Nonetheless, using your seniority, you speak up.
âAlright alright, I get it. Just keep in line, and try not to mess the next few jobs up. Theseâll be your first, correct?â
âYou got it!â She grinned.
You had to admit, most donât make it in this line of work, but she had the moxie. And with a proud salute, your eyes turn to their Gardevoir. The PokĂ©mon met stared back with a wicked glare. Her eyes a deep amber, staring into your very soul, and her lips parted to show a killer grin, with vicious incisors the size of a Houndooms.
Your partner speaks up, âbesides, youâve read the PokĂ©dex I bet, you should know that when their trainers are in trouble⊠Gardevoirs can create black holes to protect âem! Nothings gonna stop us!â
Before you could react, the Gardevoir daintily smiled, cheering on your ânewfound teamâ.
With barely a few hiccups, the next few weeks went flawlessly, often you wouldnât even have the time to bring out a single member of your team before your partner's ace crushed the competition. Every heist had been a success, until a month later.
The job seemed easy, but your information was off. The town didnât have any trainers, but that was because they were armed to the teeth. Your and the rookie were lucky to get out alive, chased by an armed mob, bullets whizzing by.
Your partner took a shot to the leg during the botched escape, leaving you both limping back to base. Luckily, her wound wasnât too severe, just a nasty graze.
As you licked your wounds, you couldnât help but feel the daggers coming from your partner's ace. The Gardevoirâs eyes pierced through you, a stare so piercing you couldnât swallow unless she blinked.
âM-maybe she should rest in her pokeball tonight.â
Your assailant glared, as your partner sighed. âYou should know by now she hates it there⊠donât worry, itâll be fine. Letâs just get some rest, take a few days off. Itâll be great!â
âYeah, rookie⊠youâre right.â
ââââ
That night, you tossed and turned, waking with a start to see your partner Gardevoir looking over your bed. Her hand outstretched.
â⊠go to bed. And stop casting dreameater on me.â
Despite your half joking, you could see a deep anger in her amber eyes.
Resentment.
A deep, pink, psychic aura radiated from her arm, and you instinctively reached for your pokeballs, but your arm fell short of where you expected, not even reaching the nightstand.
You felt dizzy as you tried to stand up, throwing the blankets off of you only to realize you were shrinking. Your height already too small to reach your belt, your weapon, or your Pokémon team.
In fight or flight, you turn and try to tackle the Gardevoir, but by the time you make it to her leg, your full body tackle is barely enough to cause her to flinch.
Down and down you dwindled, until you were only a few inches tall; barely a pokedoll in height.
âYou canât do this⊠me and your trainer are PARTNERS!â You argue, but it only elicited a snicker from the psychic beast as she stepped over you, to where your nightstand lay. Taunting you, she strapped your belt of PokĂ©mon over her waist, pulling it tight, before taking your team rocket cap and fitting it over her hair.
Her resentful gleaming eyes were filled with sadistic joy as you squirmed watching her approach a nearby mirror. She posed, flaunting her ass, her strength, before turning back to you.
Hatred and sadism replaced with a new emotionâŠ
Hunger.
With a coaxing finger you were lifted up by the invisible grip of her power, toward her awaiting maw.
âIs this about the job? The bullet the rookie took?!? That was a graze!â You yell, hoping anybody could hear you, but at this point your voice was too small to reach a single other soul. It teasingly invited you with an innocent,
Mlaaaaaaaah.
Raised a few inches higher, she lowered you, ever so slowly, towards her waiting tongue, reveling in your frightened kicks as you tried to push it away. Her mouth like a furnace, billowing her hot breath over you as you descend ever more. The Gardevoir moaned as your legs entered her mouth, biting ever so lightly, but just hard enough to savor your taste. Coating your legs in sticky, warm saliva.
Being in her mouth, each moan rippled through you, reverberating you down to your bones, as you hurriedly tried to pull yourself up with your arms.
Releasing her psychic grip, she wrapped her lips around your waist, sucking on you to draw you deeper and deeper into her mouth. Your legs were almost numb as she pulled the rest of you in with one gulp, forcing you around with the same effort as a mouthful of candy.
Her tongue pressed you against the roof of her mouth, wrapped around you, battered you against her teeth, as your legs fought to escape her throat. Trapped in total darkness, your feeble escape attempts felt like battering yourself against a brick wall. Her teeth impenetrable ivory barriers, upon which you couldnât even leave a scratch.
Over the course of an agonizing minute that felt like it stretched on for hours, you were greedily savored, but like all mouthfuls, your taste eventually waned, and you felt the world tilt back.
You slid into her throat, pushing out with your arms in a last ditch effort to slow your descent, until the world tightened. You had totally stopped in the gardevoirs throat⊠and perhaps this was your chance! Maybe she was choking, maybe you were too large to swallow in one gulp, whatever the reason, your heart elated as you saw light from above, a second chance so great you practically launched yourself up.
Past her tongue and through the portal of her lips, you saw the face of your partner, investigating what her Gardevoir had in its mouth, but as you locked eyes one final time with the rookie, your heart sank as she disappointingly shook her head.
âDamn, I was hoping heâd last longer⊠oh wellâŠâ as she turned away, almost uninterested. Like she had seen this dozens of times before.
B-but you still had a chance, the Gardevoir was choking on you, right?
Alas, you instantly realized your mistake. She was not choking, she was laughing, having enjoyed the fight you gave⊠and worse yet, despite her lips being open, you could see one of the gardevoirâs fingers leering at you. Was she about to shrink you even further? Make you an easy meal?
Wrong again, with one final gasp, you watched as the finger tilted down, and her powerful throat muscles nearly crushed both your arms as you were swallowed down as effortlessly as any other piece of food.
Gulp!
Glrk!!
The last sound you could hear from the outside world was a satisfied, happy sigh of contentment.
Sliding slowly into her stomach, you fought and kicked, the last vestiges of your strength against the monster that had devoured you⊠but you werenât any different from food for her now. You could feel her moans still, shaking the ground and threatening to send you teetering deeper into the acids around you. Falling to your knees, you plead, you beg, you offer up all you could⊠but it didnât matter. There was nothing you could offer anymore.
The rookie already had a replacement partner, and she was going to enjoy feeling you squirm for the rest of the night.