Tyrantrum Soft-Vore

    :: DISCLAIMER :: Contains soft, non-fatal vore! If you do not like such things, please move along.

    It was a crisp, clean morning outside the small wooden cottage. The dew that had settled upon the lush grass of the surrounding mountainous region slowly evaporated as the sun rose higher and higher into the air. Whatever dew that still remained continued to glisten beneath the beaming rays of sunshine.

    The front door of the cottage swung open, revealing Darren - a tall, seventeen year old boy. He wore a red vest covering his black t-shirt and a pair of bright blue jeans with of a few hastily patched-up holes dotting the legs. Along the right-side of his waist there were six pokéballs attached to his belt – five of them housing one of his trusted partners that he had captured and trained along his journey as a Pokémon trainer. A small knapsack filled with Pokémon food and supplies, as well as his lunch, was affixed to the left side of his waist. His face was beaming with delight at the scenery before him.

    “Another beautiful day for training! Maybe I’ll be able to find my sixth and final Pokémon to complete my team, today,” Darren said, doing a quick arm stretch as he did.

    He moved around to the back of the wooden cottage and unchained the bicycle leaning against the wall. After a quick rundown to make sure he had everything he required for his training, Darren climbed onto his bike and began pedaling down the dirt path leading away from his cottage and into the forest ahead.

    Upon entering the forest, Darren could hear the musical chirping of the Fletchling scattered throughout the canopies. A small group of Butterfree and Beautifly returning from their daily search of food passed him by, leaving the sweet smell of honey behind them.

    Darren enjoyed the pleasant experiences every time he biked his way through the forest to his favorite training spot. It was always relaxing and gave him just enough comfort to help him prepare for the rigorous training with his Pokémon. Some days, when he had just finished a rough session, Darren would let his Pokémon roam around the forest to help them relax and enjoy themselves. There were days where even he would join them for a walk through the forest to give himself peace of mind.

    Suddenly, a low, but weak roar broke through Darren’s peaceful mood, bringing the boy to a sudden halt. He listened closely, waiting for the sound to reach his ears again.

    Another weak roar was heard, but this time it was a little closer and from the leftward direction. Darren’s heart raced. Something out there was definitely in trouble, but he was hesitant to make a decision. Should he pretend that he never heard it and continue on his way towards his training grounds, or would he take a chance and find out where the sound was coming from?

    One of Darren’s pokéballs began to rock back and forth after a third roar was heard.

    “I’ll take it that means I should chance it, huh,” Darren asked, a small grin appearing on his face.

    Another shake from the pokéball was the reply.

    “Well, let’s see what mess we get into this time. Hopefully, it won’t end up like the incident that resulted with me wandering into a Beedrill nest. I definitely don’t want to experience that again,” Darren said, shivering from the memory.

    Hopping off of his bike, Darren grabbed the two handlebars and began slowing trekking his way through the brush and bushes obstructing his path. Each few steps made the sound of the weak roaring seemingly closer, ensuring that he was nearing its source.

    Darren stopped abruptly when he noticed his hands and knees were trembling. What was he doing? Why was he skipping his daily training routine to go on some search that would probably land him in another unfavorable predicament? Would it be worse than the run-in he had with the Beedrill that left him bed-ridden for a week? He assured himself that if nothing dangerous came to pass from this, he would lengthen the training to account for lost time. He and his team had to get better. Stronger. Otherwise, he could kiss his rematch with the Elite Four goodbye.

    With renewed courage, Darren continued forward through the brush, until he reached a cluttered mass of fallen trees. Moving his eyes down the trunk of one of the larger trees, Darren caught the sight of a large Tyrantrum at the base. Its leg had been pinned between the tree’s trunk and a large jagged rock, blood slowly oozing out. It was a pitiful sight.

    The sound of fallen leaves crunching under Darren’s feet caught the Tyrantrum’s attention and it directed its gaze towards him. Its eyes conveyed sadness and pain, pleading Darren to offer his assistance. Another weak roar escaped its maw, though Darren noticed that it took considerable effort to do so. He believed the Pokémon was starving from lack of nourishment due to its injury. He couldn’t let this poor Pokémon suffer any longer.

    “Don’t worry, big fella. I’ll have you out of there in no time,” Darren said, assuredly.

    Reaching down to his waist, Darren removed two of the five pokéballs and tossed them into the air.

    “Venusaur! Blaziken! I choose you!”

    “Ve, Venusaur!”

    “Blaze!”

    “Alright, you two. Start by shedding some relief for that Tyrantrum by removing the tree trunk pinning its leg down. Do it carefully, as we don’t want to cause it any more harm.

    Venusaur and Blaziken nodded their understanding, and made their way over to the base of the large tree. With Venusaur using its vines to create a stable foundation, while Blaziken placed its long arms underneath the underside of the tree, the two slowly inched the wooden timber further above the injured Tyrantrum’s leg. Afterwards, they shifted the tree over to the side and placed it on the forest floor.

    “Great job, you two! Blaziken, if you can, try to slow the bleeding using your Ember.”

    Blaziken made its way back over to the Tyrantrum, and bent down over the other’s injured appendage. The Tyrantrum glared at Blaziken, and bared its fangs. As a response, Blaziken quickly jumped backwards and assumed a battle-ready posture.

    “You can trust me, Tyrantrum. I’ll get you back on your feet. I promise.”

    The Tyrantrum’s gaze shifted back to the boy, and it seemed to be searching for any hint that Darren was lying. After a few moments, the Tyrantrum deduced that the boy was being sincere and the intensity in its eyes slackened.

    “This might sting a bit, Tyrantrum, but try to bear it. Blaziken, go ahead and try again,” said Darren, signaling to his partner.

    Blaziken’s posture relaxed, and it moved, once again, towards the Tyrantrum’s injury. Tyrantrum eyed it closely, as it bent down and began generating embers from its beak. Tyrantrum’s eyes squeezed shut and its maw clenched tightly as Blaziken began burning the wound closed. However, as quickly as it had started, it was over.

    Tyrantrum’s eyes opened in shock only to find the Blaziken standing next to the boy and his Venusaur. It quickly stood up and looked down towards its leg to gauge the status of the injury. Darren noticed the surprised look on Tyrantrum’s face as it eyed its wound, now burned neatly closed.

    “Nice work, Blaziken. It seems our accuracy training really paid off. Time for you to rest up a bit before we work on it later on today. Return!”

    A proud “Blaze!” was uttered from the Pokémon’s beak as it returned to its pokéball.

    “You, too, Venusaur. Seems our lift training has really increased the strength of your vines. Thanks for the assistance. Return!”

    Venusaur uttered its approval as it, too, returned to its spherical home.

    “Well, that takes care of our first issue, today.”

    A sudden rumbling was heard from Tyrantrum’s stomach.

    “And now to address the second issue,” said Darren, rolling his eyes as he grinned.

    He reached into his knapsack and pulled out the Pokémon food that he had brought along. Pouring a handful of the food into his hand, Darren then held it out towards the Tyrantrum.

    Tyrantrum’s eyes shifted down towards the pokéfood, and then back to the boy. It shook its head.

    “But it’s Pokémon food. I thought all Pokémon loved this stuff.”

    Darren returned the food to his knapsack.

    “Well, how about this, then,” Darren asked as he pulled out the lunch that he had packed that morning.

    Again, Tyrantrum shook its head.

    “I don’t have any other food with me, so what am I supposed to feed—“

    And that’s when Darren noticed Tyrantrum was staring at him intently.

    ‘It thinks I’m food? No, way! Pokémon don’t eat humans! It just doesn’t work that way!’

    Darren began to panic. There was no way he was going to be food for a Pokémon. It just didn’t make any sense to him.

    He took a few steps backwards, away from the beast that considered him its prey. Tyrantrum, noticing the distance the boy was putting between them, became saddened. It uttered a weak whimper; a plea for the boy to reconsider.

    Tyrantrum’s belly gave another, louder rumble, clearly asking for something to fill the emptiness inside.

    “So, after I rescued you and healed your injury, you’re just going to devour me to help alleviate your starvation? You really think I’m just going to let you do that,” Darren yelled through gritted teeth.

    Tyrantrum whimpered again.

    “Look, I have training to do - a rematch with the Elite Four to prepare for. I can’t just give it all up to become some starving Tyrantrum’s dinner.”

    A third, and even louder rumble emanated from Tyrantrum. It then became clear to Darren that Tyrantrum’s injury must have starved it for a much longer period of time than he had previously believed. Pokéfood and even his lunch wasn’t going to satisfy the hunger pains that it was experiencing.

    “I swear, I must be the dumbest Pokémon trainer alive.”

    And with that, Darren began unhooking the pokéballs attached to his waist.

    A growl was heard from Tyrantrum, and Darren stopped fidgeting with the belt.

    “What? You want to ingest my partners, too? I’m not enough to satisfy you?”

    Tyrantrum shook its head.

    “Well, aren’t you just a gluttonous beast. Fine, but don’t expect me to stop them from wrecking your insides, if they decide to break out on their own!”

    Tyrantrum nodded.

    ‘It nodded? Why would it nod to a threat made by something smaller than itself? Probably just pretending to be sympathetic to the poor soul that it’s about to consume, I bet.’

    Darren made his way over and stopped in front of Tyrantrum, its tall, reptilian frame towering over him. He looked up into the slits peering down at him.

    “Just make it quick, alright? I’m not a fan of slow, painful deaths.”

    Darren watched as Tyrantrum lowered its muzzle just above his head. He could feel the warm breath flowing over his skin from the Pokémon’s nostrils. Then, its jaws parted, and he could see the cavernous maw filled with dagger-like, white teeth.

    Darren winced at the thought of those teeth piercing his body and the pain and suffering he would experience as it tore his flesh apart. His natural instincts began to kick in, screaming to him that he should flee. It took everything in his power to tune it out. He was doing this to save a Pokémon, and if his life was the cost, then so be it. The Elite Four rematch would just be another goal that he couldn’t reach.

    A pink tongue poked out and began licking Darren up and down, soaking his clothes and himself with saliva. The licking continued for quite a while, and Darren began wondering why Tyrantrum didn’t just chomp on his head. When the licking stopped, Darren saw Tyrantrum’s open maw move slowly downwards until the top half of his body had been encompassed by the cavernous maw. He could see the throat at the back; his point of no return.

    Then, Darren felt a slight pinch at his waist as Tyrantrum’s teeth took hold of him. He felt his feet leave the ground as Tyrantrum lifted its head. There was no going back now.

    With Tyrantrum’s head now completely arched back, Darren felt the pressure on his legs release. Gravity took over, and his body slid forward. He panicked.

    “Why are you eating me who-mmpfh,” Darren screamed.

    He couldn’t get the rest of the words out, as saliva filled his mouth and throat. He choked a little, and tried coughing as hard as he could to get the saliva out.

    The opening of the throat was upon him, and he slid through it headfirst. Strong throat muscles began contracting, leading him down to his impending doom.

    He didn’t want to die a slow and painful death. He clearly pleaded to Tyrantrum beforehand to get it over with quickly. However, he was currently being swallowed whole. Darren feared the acid that he would eventually come in contact with when he reached the stomach. The thought of his flesh burning and melting off was a hell that he didn’t want to experience.

    Darren began to struggle, hoping that there was a way to escape his fate, but the heat and contractions of the throat muscles quickly sapped him of his strength.

    He was going to die. Slowly. Painfully.

     Darren could see the entrance to the stomach quickly approaching; he knew the throat would soon be relieved of its burden. And as if Tyrantrum’s stomach had been waiting on his deduction, its opening happily widened to allow passage for its latest victim – him.

    With a sickening splat Darren landed into a pool of saliva at the bottom of the squishy prison. The fleshy walls around him gurgled happily, conforming and tightening around his body; he had to shift to a fetal position in order to comfortably situate himself. He heard Tyrantrum sighing outside and felt the Pokémon prod the outer walls of its now-full belly.

    Darren coughed and spat a few times before he was able to clear his mouth and throat of saliva. He regretted his decision of voluntarily becoming food for a starving Tyrantrum. He wished he had just left it to fend for itself. But it was a bit too late. He was now a prisoner within its fleshy stomach walls, and soon he would become a part of it.

    Drowsiness began to overtake Darren’s mind as the internal heat radiating from the stomach gradually intensified.

    “This…is it,” he thought. “I just hope… my partners… forgive me.”

    And with that, Darren fell into a deep sleep.

      * * * * *

    A quick jolt shook Darren awake from his slumber. Still drowsy from waking, he tried to stretch his body out, but couldn’t move. Noticing the fleshy walls surrounding him, Darren remembered his previous encounter with the Tyrantrum and realized that he was still in its stomach – alive.

    Wait… alive? Why? Wasn’t the Tyrantrum he encountered so starved of food that it thought he was a sufficiently appetizing? If so, then why wasn’t he being digested? What did this Tyrantrum have in store for him?

    Darren felt another jolt, this time it hit him in his side.

    Guess there was only one way to find out this Pokémon’s intentions.

    He shifted his body around as best as he could to catch the Tyrantrum’s attention. The jolting stopped. Did it notice him? Maybe he should shift around a bit more just to be sure.

    Before he could, however, Darren suddenly felt himself begin to move upwards. He entered the throat – its contractions squeezing and pushing him along as saliva saturated his body once again. Darren closed his eyes to prevent the hot liquid from burning them.

    An abrupt halt and pain shooting through his legs told Darren that his journey had ended. He felt something licking him all over and figured that Tyrantrum was cleaning the saliva off of him. When it seemed that Tyrantrum was satisfied with its work, Darren opened his eyes. The bright sunlight caught him off guard, and he quickly shielded his face with his hands.

    As his sight gradually adjusted, Darren noticed some familiar landmarks around him. The clearing that he and Tyrantrum were currently occupying seemed awfully similar to the one he would train his Pokémon partners at. The sight of some scorched wooden totems on the opposite side further confirmed his suspicion. He could have sworn that those were the same totems with which he trained Blaziken’s accuracy daily.

    “Tyrantrum, I’m pretty sure I’ve been here before. This definitely looks like the training ground I frequent daily,” Darren said incredulously, though he didn’t expect the Pokémon to know what he was talking about.

    Darren heard a proud roar behind him, and looked back to see Tyrantrum giving a toothy grin.

    The large reptile made a break for some hefty-looking rocks up ahead – Venusaur’s vine training rocks! Tyrantrum stuck its tail underneath one of the sturdier ones and began to tense up. Slowly, but surely, the rock began to rise above the ground, and Tyrantrum began doing his own version weight-lifting.

    Darren chuckled.

    Dropping the rock that it had been “bench-pressing”, Tyrantrum hurried over to the scorched totems and began to open and close its jaws in front of them.

    A loud laugh escaped Darren, as he recognized that Tyrantrum was trying to breathe fire. Realizing that it was unable to spew flames from its mouth, Tyrantrum quickly became discouraged and angrily whacked one of the totems over with its tail.

    “Haha, okay, okay. I get it,” said Darren, as Tyrantrum made its way back, a disappointed look spread across its face. “You were watching me and my partners train here, huh?”

    The large reptile’s eyes quickly brightened and a grin reappeared on its face. It nodded happily.

    “I’m glad that you were interested, but I’m quite curious about something.”

    Tyrantrum cocked his head to the side, inquisitively.

    “How in the world did a large Pokémon like you observe our training without us noticing you? Your head reaches the lowest tree branches of the forest, and the bushes are clearly too low for you to hide behind. Where did you hide?”

    The grin resurfaced on Tyrantrum’s face. It turned around and began walking towards a large outcrop of fallen tree trunks. There it faced Darren and roared at him.

    Taking that as his cue to follow, Darren wobbly stood up and began making his way over to where the reptile stood. He noticed the pain in his legs had subsided. Tyrantrum’s little stunt must have distracted him long enough for it to fade away.

    As Darren neared the debris of fallen trees, Tyrantrum dove into it, the leaves shifting around as it moved. When the boy was close by, Tyrantrum sounded off a playful roar from one side of the debris.

    Darren walked around the outer rim of the collection of fallen trees, looking for the large reptile. When he thought that he had gone too far, Darren stopped.

    “Where are you hiding,” he called out.

    A low whimper was heard to his right, and Darren turned to see a pair of reptilian eyes staring at him from between two large logs.

    “There you are,” he exclaimed.

    The eyes disappeared, and Tyrantrum’s head popped out over the tree trunks, a wide grin on its face.

    “That’s actually a pretty good hiding spot. I’m pretty sure none of my Pokémon would have noticed you, let alone me. Very impressive.”

    Tyrantrum roared its approval.

    “So, you’ve been watching us train for quite a while, I take it?”

    The large, red reptile nodded.

    “And from your attempt at lifting those rocks, as well as your hilarious failure at trying to breathe fire, I assume you wanted to join us,” Darren asked, softly chuckling as he did.

    A small frown appeared, though Tyrantrum nodded, yet again.

    “Then why didn’t you? Sure seeing a giant Pokémon like you just waltz into our training routine would be quite a shock. That’s understandable. But did you really have to go so far as to guilt trip me into thinking I was the only option to satisfy your hunger? Speaking of which, you weren’t really hungry, were you?”

    Tyrantrum shook its head, and Darren saw a toothy grin spread across its face.

    “You are quite the devious one. I still can’t believe I actually went through with that.”

    Tyrantrum’s smile widened.

    “Well, now that that’s settled, I need to get the team back to training. At least with the time that’s left. And that brings me to my next question. Would you like to join us? We’re still looking for our final member to help us defeat the Elite Four in our next rematch.”

    Tyrantrum gave an enthusiastic roar and jumped out of the bushes. Landing right in front of Darren, the reptile shoved the boy over with its maw, and started to lick him all over.

    “Haha, stop, that tickles,” Darren yelled, squirming around on the ground.

    After a few more licks, Tyrantrum backed away, its face beaming with joy.

    “I’m gonna need to wash these thoroughly when I get back home,” said Darren. “In any case, guess that means you’ll be taking the sixth spot on the team.”

    He pulled out one of the pokéballs attached to his waist and held it in front of the red reptile.

    “It’s the final one. And it’ll be your home from now on.”

    Tyrantrum roared, approvingly.

    “I’ll introduce you to the rest of the team shortly. For now…Pokéball, go!”

    Darren chucked the red and white sphere at Tyrantrum. It bounced off Tyrantrum’s forehead, and the reptile’s frame began to shine a bright red.  With a “ZAP!” Tyrantrum disappeared into the pokéball. Darren watched as the sphere hit the grass shaking. After three shakes, it laid still.

    Picking up the pokéball from the ground, Darren smiled. He finally had his sixth team member. It was quite an interesting experience getting here, but it paid off in the end. He now had a full team and would immediately resume his training for the rematch against the Elite Four.

    “Oh, but before that.”

    Darren removed the other five pokéballs from his belt and tossed them, as well as Tyrantrum’s, into the air.

    “Come on out, everyone!”

    The spheres burst open and red light flashed across the clearing. Six shapes appeared on the grass, quickly morphing to take the forms of their owners. When they had materialized, Darren proudly surveyed his team for a few brief moments, reaffirming that it was finally complete.

    A chorus of Pokémon greetings were heard, to which Darren returned with his own.

    “Hey, guys. I apologize for not sticking to the training schedule today. I had a little run-in with some trouble.”

    Darren stared at Tyrantrum, to which he responded with a wide grin.

    “Anyway, before we get straight to training, I wanted to introduce you all to the final member of our team.”

    He pointed at the large reptile and all the Pokémon turned their attention to it.

    “This is Tyrantrum. He’s going to help us defeat the Elite Four and land us a spot in the Hall of Fame.”

    Tyrantrum roared his greeting and the rest of the team responded in kind.

    “Tyrantrum, you’ve already met Blaziken and Venusaur, so allow me to introduce you to the rest.”

    Darren pointed towards a tall, green Pokémon with rocky spikes sticking out of its back.  “Starting here, we have Tyranitar and then Starmie,” he said, moving his finger to the star-shaped Pokémon, “and finally Crobat.”

    The three recently introduced members of the team resounded their greetings to Tyrantrum.

    “Now that we’ve become acquainted with each other, it’s time to start training. The Elite Four are a tough nut to crack, so we need to make the most of our time left before we face them. Let’s get to it!”

    The entire team shouted a cheer and raced off to their respective training spots. Only Tyrantrum was left, standing in front of Darren as if looking for guidance.

    “Don’t worry, we’ll get you situated. Although, if you have any ideas on what you would like to start with, tell me and I’ll see how I can incorporate it into the training.

    Tyrantrum’s stomach rumbled and a smile crept up on his face.

    “Seriously…?”

    Tyrantrum nodded, licking his lips.

    “Fine, but I’m only going to do this one more time. After that, we need to focus on strengthening your abilities.”

    The large reptile nodded his agreement.

    “I recommend we use your previous hiding spot so that the other members don’t freak out. I don’t think they’d understand if they saw you eating me,” Darren said, as he strolled over to the nearby debris of fallen trees.

    With Tyrantrum following close behind, Darren’s mind wandered towards the future battles he would have against the Elite Four. He hoped everything would turn out well in the end. No. He knew everything was going to turn out well in the end. He had a full team, now, and they were going to work harder than ever to be the best - at least as soon as Tyrantrum had satisfied his appetite.