Chapter #6"Something in my teeth" by: Dextrus   Still groggy and tired from just waking up, you're not so sure about going on a chase right now. Besides you've got a plan, and if it works the little Eevee will feed himself right to you. You go over your lines one more time, and then step out into the clearing.
"Need some help with that nest?"
The Eevee nearly jumps out of his skin in surprise. "WHA?! Oh, w-what? Help?"
"The shrub. You look like you're having trouble."
The Eevee looks back at the hardly uprooted bush. "I suppose I could use help.."
You walk up , grip the shrub in your powerful jaws. and effortlessly rip it out of the earth and hurl it towards the half made nest. "There you go!" You bark cheerfully, but as you say it, you pretend to lick at something in your teeth, putting on your best face of concern and annoyance.
"Well I guess *lick* I'll be heading *lick* off now."
The Eevee tilts his head "umm, are you ok?"
"Yeah *lick* I think I just *lick* got something in my *lick* teeth....urgh. Can't seem...can't seem to get it."
The little brown pokemon's face frowns with guilt when he realizes his shrub must have caused the annoyance. "I-I can help, if it's bothering you"
"Are you sure? It's really not that bad."
"I'm sure, you helped me, after all. Let me look, I bet I can pull it out."
"Well alright, see if you can find it."
you try not to grin as you lower your head to the ground, opening your jaws wide in front of the Eevee and letting your tongue roll out onto the ground like a red carpet. The little Eevee sniffs cutely at your gaping maw, like a kitten exploring a room for the first time. You purposely breath out a long, nasty wave of dog breath into the little pokemon's face. Your heart fills with mischievous delight as you see already the expression of fear and regret on his face. But he won't turn back now, he already promised. You know exactly where this is going.
Your tail begins to wag happily as you feel the Eevee's harmless little paws step and sink into your soft, wet tongue. "Uhh, I don't think I see anything..."
"Deethper...waych in tha backthh" you manage to say with your mouth open. The Eevee shivers slightly and moves further into your gaping maw. His fur brushes against the roof of your mouth, and the overwhelming scent and taste of a warm, living creature causes you to salivate more heavily. His back paws are almost upon your tongue as he stops cautiously once again. "Umm, still nothing." All you can manage with an Eevee between your teeth is distorted
"deepptherr"
"O-ok.." The Eevee reluctantly follows your orders and steps his back paws onto your tongue. It takes all your willpower to not snap your jaws shut right there and swallow the Eevee. You want to enjoy this while it lasts. By now, having an entire Eevee crawling into your mouth has caused you to salivate quite heavily. Thick strands of drool cover the Eevee's fur. "Oh god...I really can't see it, can I come out?" In that moment he slips, falling flat onto your saliva drenched tongue and pressing the thick fur of his chest against your taste buds.
You can stand it no longer. The Eevee struggles to get back up, but before he can regain his footing your tongue wraps up between his legs and your jaws close shut, leaving only his fluffy tail right outside your muzzle. "Wh-what? Let me out! What are-" he's cut off when you press your tongue up against your mouth, crushing him slightly and letting those warm flavored deep out onto your tongue. The fluffy tail in front of you starts whipping around frantically, brushing against your little black nose once or twice. But you ignore the struggling tail and the fearful pleas. Closing your eyes and tipping your head back, you give one mighty *GULP* and swallow the Eevee, alive and kicking. The wiggling tail is slurped down like spaghetti, and in seconds no part of the little pokemon remains outside. A loud and hysterical "MPPHHH!!! HMMPPPHHH!!!!" emanates from the smooth bulge sliding down your neck and disappearing into your chest. A heartbeat later you feel the struggling form fill your stomach, immediately squirming and kicking wildly inside the small chamber of flesh.
Besides the unfinished nest, there is no evidence the Eevee ever existed. You had consumed his entire body. His frame was so small, and your belly so large, he didn't even make a bulge. Only someone who had witnessed his demise would know that a Eevee was even present in the clearing, and even then, all they would know was that he was trapped somewhere in your hanging gut, deep within the warm fur and fat.
Feeling chipper, you trot off further down hill, enjoying the sensation of the Eevee struggling inside you. Over the course of a half hour, the struggling gradually becomes weaker and weaker, until there is a sudden burst of kicking and squirming, and then stillness. You crane your head as best you can to listen to your gut. Nothing, no sound or movement besides the churning of your stomach. You chuckle and give your gut a lick and continue walking, deciding it's time to...
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