Eric was going to die.


Certainly, that was what was about to happen. The airplane he had been traveling on had a malfunction in the middle of its flight, over completely open water, with nowhere safe to land. It all happened so incredibly fast, but as the big metal bird went down and the end came closer and closer, Eric found himself coming to terms with it all at a surprisingly quick pace. At least, that's what it felt like as the impact was made, and everything went black so quickly and suddenly, the human not even really left with the time to have his life flash before his eyes.


And yet, they opened again. Somehow. Slowly, deliberately, and quite painfully, but they still opened; they opened to harsh sunlight, a clear blue sky, the lapping of water against his skin. At first, the human thought he was in heaven, until he realized how much his body ached and creaked with every tiny movement he made. And then he reached down to feel at his chest, only to find the tattered remains of the clothes he had been wearing earlier, strands of fabric still being washed away by the ocean waves that were grazing past his body every couple of seconds. That's when he realized that he was alive; that, against all odds, he had survived the crash. Though, the elation Eric felt swelling up from deep inside of his soul was short-lived, as the situation he was being put in was far from ideal. Washed up alone on some unknown island, nothing but tattered clothes and a bruised, broken body...it was almost just cruelly delaying the inevitable, yes?


Then Eric felt his other hand. It was grasping something. Something that he had held onto as the plane plummeted into the ocean; something he was protecting with his body, so that it could live on even if he didn't. His prized partner, an Incineroar, clutched tightly inside of a Pokeball. Everything else on his person had been flung into the deepest, darkest waters with next to no hope of retrieval, but that one Pokeball...well, he really did have a death grip on it! On top of it all, it had survived the trip to the island much better than he did; the shiny exterior seemed to have nary a scratch on it, and it wasn't even a new ball or anything - almost as if the ocean had washed away its scars of time or something. Either way, he wasn't going to be alone in this endeavor, at the very least, And that was the important part. As soon as Eric realized that he was holding the Pokeball, he hit the button in the middle and watched that familiar blast of red light shoot out in front of him, eventually adopting the shape of the giant, muscular wrestling cat he had loved and cherished so much. His first ever Pokemon - the two of them had been through so much together, and this was just going to be another chapter in their rollercoaster of a life, it seemed!


“Oh, Marcos, I'm so glad you're okay...” Eric said as the Incineroar came to life before his eyes, looking just as confused as he was when he woke up, though considerably less banged up. If every part of his body didn't ache to high hell, he would be running over and hugging the big cat, but the prospect of actually getting up from the beach was still far too daunting for him at the moment! Marcos took a few more seconds to look around before making his way over to Eric, crouching down and grasping the trainer's head in one of his hands. “I - I don't know what happened, Marcos. One second the plane was going down, the next, I'm just...washed up on this beach. Clutching you like my life depended on it...though, I guess it might...” Eric started to blabber; this was such a traumatic experience for him that he really couldn't do anything but pour himself out to the only person or Pokemon around as he tried to work through what happened to him himself! Marcos obviously couldn't speak or respond to Eric in any way that the human could easily, obviously understand, but the two of them still shared quite a bond; one that allowed them to communicate rather effectively, even with the complete and total language barrier that there was between the two of them! Though there was just a bit of frantic nodding and strange cat-like noises coming from Marcos, even in Eric's battered and delirious state it was still more than enough for the human to understand. “Y-yeah. You're right. Maybe there's something in that jungle that can help me. I'm so weak, though...I don't even feel like I could stand up right now.” Eric eventually replied; the only good thing about his position was that his naturally dark skin made it so that he was less likely to get sunburned in the baking heat, but otherwise? He was wet, sore, covered in sand...but too hurt to do anything about it. It felt hopeless to Eric, even though he had his trusty Pokemon with him. 


Marcos did not have this level of self-awareness about the situation. Truth be told, he still didn't really exactly understand what was going on. All he knew is that his trainer was visibly, extremely upset and imperiled, and there was an, in the Incineroar's mind, easy way out of this. The strong wrestler reached down, picked up Eric as gingerly as he could, and slung the human over his shoulder, again making sure that Eric was as comfortable as he could be as the Pokemon turned around and started to March his way into the jungle that was on the horizon. There were so many problems that needed to be solved, but Marcos saw very simply that there was one above all else that needed to be prioritized. The two of them needed to get some food and water, very fast...
Thankfully, the two of them didn't have to go very far before finding a little grove in the middle of the jungle with some berry bushes; something to sate both their hunger and their thirst for the time being. Marcos and Eric setting up a tiny campground by the bushes as they fed, the human almost instantly feeling a little bit of his strength return as those juicy berries filled up his aching, hungry stomach, sated his parched tongue...even the powerful, bitter taste of the Rawst berries he was mowing through wasn't enough to stop Eric in this moment of desperation. Marcos was usually the more hedonistic one of the two, and even he was having trouble keeping up with the human’s appetite...! Eventually, they did pick the bush clean though, Eric wiping his mouth with his arm and leaving the streak of berry juice across his mouth as he flipped back into the unkempt jungle floor. “Urgh...maybe shouldn't have gone so fast...”


Eric was about to make another comment, but the human’s train of thought was very suddenly - and loudly - pushed off its tracks by a deep THUMP that sounded as if it came from deeper within the jungle. Both Marcos and Eric immediately jumped at the noise, and though Marcos was raring and ready for a fight, while Eric...well, Eric was still very much achey and full and, you know, only a couple of hours from having washed up on the shore of this island, so Marcos was going to have to do the work of scaring off - or if it came down to it, fighting off - whatever Pokemon was lurking deep in this jungle! Another loud THUMP came a few seconds later, followed by one more, the bushes rattling as the steps got closer. Marcos and Eric both looked at each other, the confidence that the Incineroar had somewhat wavering now that he could hear the size of the Pokemon that he would be having to potentially protect Eric from...


A smattering of long, green vines burst out of the bushes in front of Marcos before the Incineroar even saw what Pokemon was coming. The smack wasn't too hard, but it did catch the cat off-guard, and that was more than enough time for the owner of those vines to make itself known. A huge, powerful roar came bursting out of the darkness of the brush as a Venusaur stomped into the jungle clearing - and it was easily the biggest one that Eric had ever seen! Venusaurs were already quite large, of course, but this one was easily at least seven, if not eight feet tall; a challenge for a disoriented Marcos, to be sure, even with the type advantage. Eric was still on the ground at this point, trying his best to just hide by the berry bushes while he attempted to gather his strength - he didn't need to announce any moves for Marcos, he knew that his partner knew what he was doing. For the moment, he just needed to lay low and let the Incineroar work this out...if he could.


A fierce fight soon erupted. Eric didn't even want to peek out of the brush he had found himself in, instead opting to keep tabs on the fight with his ears...and it quickly came to light that Marcos was not doing well. Eric was hearing a lot more snappy vine whips and thumping steps than fiery flamethrowers or punches from his own Pokemon...all the human could do was hold out and hope that Marcos could, at the very least, buy enough time for the two of them to escape from this hulking beast of a Venusaur! But that wouldn't end up being the case. A few minutes of fighting later, and Eric winced as he saw the twitching body of Marcos being knocked to the ground, the Incineroar looking towards his trainer with a resigned look of defeat in his eyes before the red light of Eric’s Pokeball engulfed him. He was gone just a moment later.


An eerie calm filled the jungle. Eric stayed deathly silent underneath the berry bushes, hearing the stray noises of the Venusaur rooting about as it looked for where the Incineroar had disappeared. The human’s heart pounded, throbbed up into his throat even; palpitations wracking his chest every time he heard a footfall, felt it coming closer. He could barely even breathe, honestly - any noise could get him discovered, and Eric most certainly did not want to find out what the Venusaur would do with a vulnerable, alone trainer like him...


So of course, that's what happened. A giant, green foot came down and SMASHed the bush right to the side of Eric, the Venusaur roaring out as it loomed over the hurt, tired human - sending him into an adrenaline-fueled frenzy. Suddenly, a power Eric didn't know he still had surged up from deep in his body, sending his legs flying into the air as he stood up so fast that he thought he was going to pass out on the spot! Turning tail and booking it as fast as he could from the Poison-type, Eric almost immediately heard another terrifying roar and a stampede of steps from the Venusaur - but it was a Vine Whip to the back that sent him to the ground once more; the sensation reminding him of getting snapped by a wet towel in his high school showers. There might have been enough in his body to get him up for a second run, but before Eric could even get a chance, the Venusaur was upon him. Stomping a flat foot down on the human’s lower half to pin him in place while the giant lizard loomed over and looked down at him...


Eric couldn’t see anything but the mud he had face planted into as he felt that crushing weight fall upon his legs, the human yelling out at the top of his lungs as he clawed in the mud to attempt to get away. The only thing to stop him was a...startling sensation. A wet, sloppy, slimy lick along the back of his head, the Venusaur seemingly sampling him with its wide, flat tongue, one that Eric could easily fit on lengthwise, honestly...! The sudden, slick feeling almost stunlocked the human in a way, giving his assailant more than enough time to lumber his body over the human until Eric was basically being blanketed on all sides by the thick, green hide of the Grass-type. The human braced for some kind of Body Slam or other complete flattening, ready for this to be the end...but it wasn't. Instead, the Venusaur seemed to be intrigued by Eric’s relative lack of clothing...and was looking to exploit it while the human was in such a vulnerable position. 


When Eric felt something brush past his rear end, he...well, he didn't really want to believe what he thought it was. There was no way even a creature as big as this could have something THAT huge down there, right...? But a few seconds later, the trainer’s horrible hunch was confirmed as he felt the Venusaur bearing down on his front half, the plant lizard’s hips aligning with Eric's own in the best way that they could before the human felt the tip of a very large, very meaty shaft starting to push and press its way between his exposed cheeks! As soon as he felt his pucker get tickled by the head of the Pokemon's cock, Eric's body couldn't help but react by starting to pulse and twitch his own shaft, but...there was simply no way that this was going to work. If this Venusaur really tried to mount him, he would just get torn apart, surely! And yet, the Pokemon seemed more than intent on testing his latest catch’s limits...


With one powerful thrust forward from the Venusaur, Eric's cheeks were spread fully apart and his hole swallowed up the head of the beast’s cock in a frankly surprising fashion - it wasn't comfortable by any means, but it was far beyond what the human thought he would be capable of, and feeling that grinding flesh up against his prostate, already bulging out his lower abdomen a little bit...well, it got Eric throbbing a little bit as well, honestly! The Venusaur still grunted and bore down on his catch a little harder as he pushed deeper into Eric, finding just how deep he could go before the human would start to squeal or squirm...going a bit rough, for sure, but not rough enough that he wouldn't be able to snarf Eric down whole by the time he was done using the human as a toy. The bump in Eric's gut actually lifted him off the ground with each thrust - that was how big the bulge in his belly quickly became as the Venusaur dug and pushed his way further and further into Eric's guts! The noise that the human was making was somewhere between immense pleasure and extreme discomfort as he felt his innards being mercilessly and so matter-of-factly rearranged by the giant Grass-type cock; and it was still only the first fourth of the massive rod! There was simply no way that Eric would be able to take much more of it, but bottoming out here was already impressive, and it seemed like the Venusaur was willing to work with that for the time being...


The lumbering Pokemon slowly started to establish a rhythm while on top of Eric, pushing in and out of the human’s ass - and getting just a tiny bit deeper each time, as Eric's innards starting to, very reluctantly, relax and allow that pushing, probing rod to have its way with them. The discomfort that was radiating out from Eric's rear end started to be replaced with a sort of tingling numbness, and one that didn't feel particularly bad to him, honestly...Even though he knew that it was probably because of just how overwhelmed his body was from what it was being put through right now! As this continued to go on, though, he started to hear some kind of loud, deep gurgling coming from above him, one that only increased in intensity as the Venusaur continued to plow him...it was ominous, and he wasn't sure what it was, but judging from the location, it certainly sounded like the Pokemon was hungry. And when Eric combined that with the slobbery lick he got from the Venusaur earlier in his head...well, it made him more than a little bit nervous about what was going to happen once this big Grass-type’s sexual desires were satisfied! He didn't even have the luxury of time to think about it on his side, because the pounding that his ass was receiving was only quickening as the Venusaur continued to bear and push down on his sore, wracked body...


At least Eric didn't really have to sit with his uncertainty about the Venusaur’s motive for too much longer. The big beast kept thrusting and pushing deeper and deeper, to the point where Eric was squeaking and crying out with every plap of his ass, until a wild roar of pleasure came rumbling out from above him. That frankly terrifying sound was accompanied by one last hilting of the Pokemon's cock, as deep inside of Eric as it could go, before the human could feel an absolute flood of warmth being unleashed into his bowels. If he wasn't so numb back there, he would probably have been able to feel the bulges those cum globs made as they rocketed up and out of the Pokemon's cock, instantly spilling out and filling Eric's bowels up to his limit, and then some...almost instantly making the human feel full in a way that he had never been before! His guts almost instantly filled to their absolute limit, a lot of the thick stuff bubbling right into his stomach and bloating it up in the process...guh, it felt like it was going to be leaking out of his mouth by the time it was all said and done! The beast just had so much to give, plapping wetly against Eric’s hole to drive that cock as deep as it could possibly go with every spurt...


But it was finally done. With a satisfied grunt, the Venusaur slowly started to dismount from Eric, taking a few steps back and delighting in the squelchy feeling of his cock just sliding right out of that stretched, ruined hole...yes, he had completely filled this trainer up, but of course, that wasn't all that he was planning to do with it. In reality, he had just made a nice, cream-filled snack for himself! The Pokemon barely left Eric a few seconds to adjust himself before continuing to walk backwards, putting himself in the perfect spot to just lean his head down and - CHOMP! - get those lips pursed firmly over Eric’s head! The human was suddenly immersed in a hot, wet, slimy cave as the Venusaur’s rough tongue quickly started to slobber and slather Eric’s upper body in even more of the stuff, the Pokemon taking the time to really sample and show dominance over his fuck-turned-meal before lifting his front half up and sucking in a little bit to pull the human’s shoulders and chest right in. Eric was still so stunned and worn-out from the dicking-down he had just received that he didn’t really even have a perception of where he was yet; all he knew was that it was obviously not a good place for him to be! At the same time though, he was so absolutely drained from everything that was happening to him that there wasn’t really much he could do but...let it happen, honestly. Let those lips slip and slide over his body, continue to work him down like a tiny morsel. That rough tongue got absolutely everywhere on his sore, vulnerable body, sampling every inch that it could...and with how big it was, it could sample everywhere it really wanted to. At some point, the Venusaur seemed to grow tired of nibbling and slurping on Eric’s legs, though, and that tongue came curling up over his legs, scooping the last of the human up and drawing him inside with little fanfare...


The Venusaur’s tongue was like a flat, slimy bed that immediately embraced Eric as soon as he was fully inside of the Pokemon’s mouth. Curling neatly over his sides to keep him wedged in place as much as it could while it tasted and savored him, gently tipping backwards  to send more of him down towards the Grass-type’s wide, accepting gullet. Honestly, the Venusaur probably wouldn’t even need to swallow Eric; he could just kind of let the human fall down his gullet, and gravity would do the rest! It was certainly the lazier idea, and laziness was quite a common feeling after rutting into someone like that. So it all worked out at the end of the day, at least for the Venusaur! The big, frog-like Pokemon started to flick his head back a few times to get Eric down into his throat, the human gasping as he felt the tight, clenching flesh slide its way over his entire upper body in just one movement...for how big the Venusaur’s mouth was, his throat still gave Eric almost no room to move; squeezing and pulsing inward to drag the bruised and battered human down into the stomach that was roaring and rumbling against him just a few minutes ago. There was no way he would satisfy the Venusaur’s entire appetite, but as a nice little midday snack, he would do nicely. Sliding deeper and deeper into the Pokemon’s body with each passing second, until Eric finally felt his body bunching up against some kind of fleshy wall deep inside of the Venusaur. The sphincter flexing every now and again, though it seemed to be waiting for something to really allow Eric all the way inside of the Venusaur’s broiling belly...


*gllgk~*


And that something came just a few seconds later. The giant Grass-type took one swallow, his throat convulsing and squeezing all around the balled-up human and shoving him through the sphincter out into the stomach with one singular movement. At least there wasn't a big drop or anything, though the orientation also meant that Eric was almost immediately doused in slimy, tingly stomach fluids, fluids that were more than eager to seize in on his battered and weakened body and worm their way into all the injuries he had accumulated over time...to put it another way, he was tenderized! Not like the Venusaur really needed it, but it was certainly appreciated~ At least for Eric, there was a little bit of space to unfurl himself inside of the Pokemon's belly, though the stomach walls around him were still pushing and probing inwards against every movement he made, being annoying at best and actively malicious at worst...though, the human still managed to find a little space for himself eventually, able to mostly unravel himself and flatten out deep in the belly of the beast. He had given up at this point, so he might as well make his final moments more comfortable. Surviving a plane crash, only to be a meager snack for an overgrown garden plant? What were the odds of that, honestly...


The big, burly Venusaur soon trotted off back into the sick jungle it had emerged from just a few minutes prior, now with a delightfully full belly that was already starting to settle and churn. Eric trapped inside, finding his ability to move continually restricted by the squeezing at clenching of those relentless stomach walls. Each contraction felt like it sapped so much of the human’s energy...he couldn't move...even keeping his eyes open felt like a sisyphean task. So, eventually, inevitably, they closed. 


And yet, they opened again. This time, those eyelids sprung open like Eric had just been jolted out of a terrifying nightmare. Completely scatterbrained and disoriented once more, the human started to look around, his eyes struggling to adjust to the blindingly-bright sunlight of the beach he found himself once more. Eventually, though, he did find something of interest; his Incineroar in a pile a few feet away from him, looking around just as confused as he was! It took Eric another few seconds to actually adjust to what he was seeing and feeling, and it looked like Marcos was having a lot more trouble than that figuring out where he was, honestly. And, after coming to and managing to collect himself a little bit, all that the human could really say was...


“Fuckin’ again?”


Eric knew from the vine marks on his skin that the incident with the Venusaur wasn't a dream or some kind of strange trick that his brain had played on him. He knew that what he remembered happening, that those last few moments deep inside of the Pokemon’s gut were real. And yet...here he was. Obviously battered and bruised, through multiple iterations, yet somehow he was still breathing, still ticking. Clearly, there had to be something strange or special about this island...or maybe that was his addled, shot brain putting pieces together where they didn't belong, but he really didn't have much to go off of in the moment. Something was up; he had been given another chance; the island was magical; he was dreaming it all; these were all equally plausible premises to Eric right now, and it didn’t seem helpful to think about the differences between  them all while he was still actively in pain on the beach. There were priorities. The human slowly stumbled back to his feet once more, Marcos doing the same shortly after as the two of them reunited, though much more battered then they were even after the initial crash. Their initial goal remained the same, though: finding some source of food, though clearly going back into the forest was off limits. As the human looked around his immediate surroundings, a small path towards some rocky mountains in the east. “Well, if everything on this island seems to, uh, ‘respawn’ after dying, I guess I wouldn't feel too bad about sending you off to get some Pokemon for food yourself...you think you can handle that?” 


On paper, sending Marcos to the forest would still make much more sense, but it seemed like types didn't have much of an effect on what actually happened on this island. Obviously the Incineroar was still a bit beat up himself, but he still stood a much better chance of actually coming back with something then Eric did, especially in his current state! And despite his own status, Marcos himself was more than willing to take on the prospect of a hunt once more. As he eagerly bounded up towards the mountain path, the only thing that was in Eric's head was figuring out how he would stay safe while his Pokemon was away! From his vulnerable position on the beach, the human did his best to look around for some kind of cover or shelter while he slowly regained his strength - his eyes eventually alighting on a rather thick-looking group of palm trees on the southern end of the beach that looked like not only a good place for him to hide for the time being, but also a great place to set up a shelter in general! He kept his eyes on it while he waited, just to make sure there was nothing hanging around waiting to turn him into a snack...though, at this point, he figured it would be more of an annoyance than anything else. 


After about a half hour of nothing interesting happening, and his legs finally feeling like they weren't going to snap off of his body, Eric slowly got back to his feet and started to stumble over to the cluster of palm trees. With how long he had waited, he honestly wouldn't have been surprised if he saw Marcos bounding over the mountains back to him with something in tow! But his little journey to the safety and shade of his shelter was ultimately uneventful; the human settling under the cool shadows of the trees and enjoying the salty ocean breeze that came in underneath them. For the first time in a long time, as he looked out at the gently undulating waves...he felt some kind of tranquility. A moment of peace and quiet in the craziness that had been constantly ensuing for the past...hours? Days? Time seemed irrelevant at this point, almost. Didn't really matter if he would just come back…


Eric was lost in his thoughts for a while. Not much else to do while he waited for Marcos to get back. Eventually, though, there was something that yanked him out of his thoughts - rather rudely, in fact. His idyllic little beach paradise that he had carved out in the middle of this nightmare was suddenly and rather loudly interrupted by some loud, deep THUMPS that shook the trees and the ground beneath the human, pulling him out of the fantasy for a brief moment! 


He waited, eyes wide. His heart started to thump itself. Not a muscle in his body fired as he waited for another sound. And then, as silence continued, he gradually relaxed and returned to his normal position of rest.


THUMP.


Another one, louder now. Eric's muscles still ached, but they were starting to feel the need to activate as adrenaline began to course through the human's body…despite his rational brain knowing that, ultimately, he would be fine…he still couldn't shake the fight-or-flight reflex that was so deeply ingrained into his body, even if just the thought of standing up made every muscle in his body cry out in agony. So, he continued to lay low to the best of his ability, despite, again, that having not worked in his previous encounter with the assumed giant beast that was making such loud, intimidating noises. At least Eric wouldn't have to wait too much longer before he would learn the source of those noises, because a few seconds and another THUMP later, it came into plain view for him to see - and to tremble in awe and fear of, obviously. 


It took Eric a few seconds to recognize the Pokemon that was standing off in the distance on the beach where he once was. A tall, red, dinosaur-ish creature, at least twice his height if not more, with a jagged, white mane of sorts and a similar sharp-looking beard...Ty...Tyrantrum! It was a Tyrantrum, walking around confused and clearly a bit out of its element. It seemed like it would be much more at home in the mountains that Marcos was currently canvassing, but here it was, stomping around and looking for...something. Hopefully not Eric...there was no way it would just KNOW he was here, right? And yet, the human still felt the inexplicable need to lay low and completely out of sight, as if even seeing the Pokemon's face would lead to an encounter. But it turned out that the Rock-type wouldn't even end up needing that, as the footsteps it made only continued to get louder and louder to Eric, even as the human continued trying his best to lay low on the beach...eerily similar to his first encounter with the Venusaur. At some point, with how loud things were getting, the human just pretty much accepted that he had somehow been caught, and began to mentally prepare himself for whatever came next...but he could not have possibly prepared himself for looking up to a face full of t-rex dick looming over him!


Eric knew that the Tyrantrum was pretty big looking at it from far away, but he didn't realize it was almost twice his height until now - and that meant its cock was a good third of his height, if not more...a clear bead of pre already forming on the cut, white tip, the shaft adopting the red color of the Pokemon’s scales as it went further down. This monster was easily the size of one of Eric's arms, if not larger; and right now, the Tyrantrum was trying as best to shove that length right into Eric's mouth! It was so big, that even though the dinosaur was clearly trying to force Eric's mouth open to use it, it was basically just pushing the human's head all the way back, bowling him over and bending him back in a way that made, well, pretty much EVERYTHING hurt. And it was that pain that aggravated Eric to the point where, knowing that there were no real ramifications to his actions anymore, he decided to take a little bit of initiative with the Tyrantrum. 


“Alright, alright! You have to let me open up if you want it sucked...” Eric burst out as he gripped the thick shaft that was pulsing and twitching just a few inches from his face, the Tyrantrum freezing up and cocking his head to the side a little bit out of surprise at the human’s sudden outburst! A freeze that gave Eric just enough time to open up as wide as he could and start to take in as much of this thick rod as he could...still wasn't much, especially as he became quite overwhelmed by the salty taste of the dinosaur’s pre spreading across his tongue, but it was enough to give the Tyrantrum the heads-up where things were actually going! The big dino reciprocating Eric’s aggressive advances with a roar and a thrust inward a couple seconds later, one that had more than enough power behind it to send Eric reeling backwards once more - though this time, with the Pokemon’s leaking shaft lodged firmly in his mouth! He could really only fit the head of the Tyrantrum’s cock in there, and even that was already starting to make his jaw sore, but it seemed like the Rock-type was more than happy with that arrangement for the time being, judging by all the huffing and grumbling that was coming from him...


With a beast as big as this, now that Eric had actually managed to get himself into a viable position, it was best to lay back and once again let the Tyrantrum take control - and probably the only possible course of action, as well. The human’s head was getting pushed into the sand by the dinosaur’s thrusts as the head of his cock punched against the back of Eric’s throat, stretching out places that were already sore and aching from everything the human had already endured...it felt like Eric was getting thumped in the back of the head every couple of seconds by the Tyrantrum’s powerful hips, and though the human was so small, and Eric felt as though there was no way he could actually give the Pokemon much pleasure at all, it seemed like he was driving the rex crazy with even this little bit of attention...those thrusts from the Pokemon getting faster and more frantic at, frankly, a quite worrying pace for Eric; it was quickly becoming overwhelming, and he was already having trouble dealing with such a large beast in the first place! At this point though, it wasn't like he could really get himself out of this situation -


*shhhlllk!*


...especially not when it transitioned so suddenly to a slimy, squelchy darkness that the human was unfortunately somewhat familiar with after the events of today. His mouth was now thankfully free of the thick, pulsating t-rex shaft...but only because, in the heated hip-thrusting from the horny Pokemon, it ended up slipping all the way out...and, before the Tyrantrum could recalibrate, another thrust came, and - shllllk! - it had more than enough force behind it to just entirely engulf Eric's head, the human now immersed in the musky, leaky meat he was just sampling a few seconds ago...a tight tunnel with absolutely no room to move or wiggle out was already quite a lot for the human, but with how much pre was being pumped out by the Tyrantrum, it honestly felt like he was being waterboarded...not the most fun sensation in the world! He was only slipping deeper as the Tyrantrum continued to thrust and hump, either unaware or uncaring of what had transpired - more focusing on how good it felt more than anything else...more and more pre welling up and oozing through the cracks between Eric and the urethral walls, the sheer pressure forcing it through even the tiniest gaps! At least all this made it seem like the Tyrantrum was getting pretty close to its orgasm, though Eric wasn't sure that he would last much longer either...


Thankfully for Eric, all the pressure that was mounting had to give at some point, and he was not the weakest link in the situation. All at once, the human felt himself being pushed out by a tidal wave of cum erupting from deep inside of the Tyrantrum’s body, the whole event being accompanied by a truly deafening roar of pleasure from the dinosaur as he violently and passionately blasted the human right back out into the sandy beach he had found him on - along with an extremely healthy dose of his own genetic material, of course! At least it was a soft landing for Eric, though he didn't much enjoy the spurts of thick, bubbling dino jizz that were being shot out onto his body as the Tyrantrum's orgasm continued on without him, only drawing to a close after a good 30 seconds of uninterrupted release...a release that Eric was hoping would leave the Tyrantrum sedated and placated enough that he could make some sort of escape, because he was already pretty sure of what was going to happen to him next if he didn't get out of here fast! Just ejected out of a tight, musky dinosaur shaft, covered in thick load, though...it was going to be hard for him to make that clean getaway.


It was going to be even harder with a pair of red-and-white jaws rushing towards him.


Unfortunately for Eric, it seemed that the Tyrantrum had recovered from its orgasm a lot faster than he had hoped, and what he thought was going to happen to him...well, it was happening. The dragon-type’s jaws clamped firmly over Eric's upper half with one powerful CHOMP, the human barely grazing the sharp incisors on either side of the Pokemon's mouth as he was casually scooped up off of the beach and nearly tossed into the air by a flick of the Tyrantrum's neck! At least the Pokemon's tongue was quite flat and squishy, a good absorbent shock pad for how roughly Eric was getting tossed around by the dinosaur as it fed. The human was a little more than a mouthful to the rock dinosaur, and Eric certainly felt that way as he was very quickly and unceremoniously pushed towards the back of the dino’s throat, feeling just his sore feet dangling out of the Pokemon's mouth. And, with a quick GULK from the hungry rex, even those were gone as well!


Eric was rather unceremoniously pushed into the tight, slimy waterslide of the Tyrantrum’s gullet with that one swallow, the Pokemon licking his lips in delight as he finished up his post-sex snack; enjoying the sensation of the human slithering down his throat, before eventually arriving in his stomach. Eric making the tiniest little bulge as he did so, one that could easily be missed from the outside if you weren’t paying attention to every little wiggle and movement that was being made inside the rex’s belly...slimy and wet as ever for Eric as he was dumped inside quite plainly, and despite the size difference between the two of them, the stomach walls still hugged his body quite tight and squeezed him into some rather uncomfortable positions. Though at this point, it was more annoying than anything else, given Eric knew what was going to happen once digestion set in; he almost wished the rex’s guts would just get on with it already so he could get back to trying to figure out how the hell to get off this island...maybe a few rubs would coax the acids out a bit, move things along in here. He didn't have all day to get digested, Marcos would be back eventually...oh god, Marcos. What would he do if he ran into this monster?


As much as Eric would like to think on it, he didn't have much time left to actually do that. The acids continued to rise around his vulnerable, battered form as the Tyrantrum happily trotted back up into the rocky mountains it had descended from, more than satisfied with its fuck and snack down on the beach today, and completely oblivious to the nature of the meal he had just ingested...calories were calories, after all, even if they would end up back on the beach in a few hours or so! As the gut walls continued to close in on him, softening up his body into a gooey, malleable consistency, Eric gradually began to worry if things weren't going to go like last time. If he would actually wake up again...but with how deep he was in the Tyrantrum's guts now, and how fluid and sloshy his form already was...a bit too late for that, hm? He just had to put his hope and faith in whatever strange magic surrounded this island, even as the Rock-type's stomach squeezed and contracted the last bit of fight out of him. Eric's last thought was that he hoped Marcos had some good for when he woke back up...a good distraction from his more nervous thoughts.


His eyes eventually closed. And, sure enough, they did open again. But the first thing Eric saw wasn't the clear blue sky of the island above him. It was a familiar face, looming over him with concern - and perhaps a bit of confusion. 


“Uuuggghhhh...” Eric simply groaned as he went to rub his eyes, still feeling the squeeze of the stomach around him even as it was physically an acre or two away. “I sure hope you got some good food, Marcos...”


Thankfully for Eric, Marcos did come back with a rather robust selection of berries, nuts, and other foraged foods...a surprising amount for how rugged the mountains looked, honestly! The incineroar seemed to want Eric to eat fast, though; he wanted to show his human something he had found deep in the mountain range while he was on the hunt. Something that, if Eric was getting the hints properly, seemed pretty important...but with how he felt right now, the most important thing to him was food and rest! So it took a couple of, thankfully uneventful, hours before the two of them were ready to head out again, This time with a clear-ish goal in mind. Beyond the goal of not ending up a snack again, which was just becoming an annoyance at this point...


The mountains were as rugged and inhospitable as Eric had feared they would be. Thankfully, Marcos had not been through nearly the amount of digestive plumbing that the human had been, so he had enough strength to pick up Eric and carry the human on his shoulders when he was feeling particularly tired or they were in a certain section of the mountain path. All the while, Eric was wondering what exactly Marcos was leading him to...in between bouts of trying to avoid as much of the native wildlife as possible! Luckily, the two of them managed to escape any kind of encounter for as long as it took them to arrive at their destination. A destination that, as it came over the horizon and met Eric's eyes, made the human more than a bit nervous...a huge cave, all the way up here? There was no telling what could be lurking inside, just waiting to make a meal out of the two of them! 


“Are you *sure* about this, Marcos?” Eric asked as he hopped off of his Pokemon’s shoulders, the two of them soon standing at the mouth of this large, deep cavern. Marcos stood proud, though, displaying the confidence and cockiness of his species with a loud *grUUOOooh* as he started to walk inside - giving a very clear message that he was going to do it with or without Eric! And, well, the human was safer around Marcos regardless, so he found himself lagging behind the Fire-type just a few seconds later, the flaming belt around Marcos's waist more than enough to illuminate the cave much better than a torch ever could! Eric was extremely nervous and unsure of where Marcos was leading him, but the Incineroar was confident in every stride, brushing aside disturbed Zubats with ease as he made his way into the deeper chambers of the cave. It took what felt like ten minutes of exploring in the darkness to Eric, the cave being large enough that even the intense light from his Pokemon’s belt wasn't enough to illuminate both walls to his left and right, but eventually, Marcos came to a stop. At first, Eric thought it was because they had hit a dead end, or went the wrong way, but it was soon clear to him that Marcos knew exactly where he was.


After a minute or so, the Incineroar grabbed his belt and took it off, holding it up to the cave wall that the two of them were standing in front of...Marcos waving Eric over so that he could get the closest look possible at what was scrawled on the ancient rocks, etched into their edifices for posterity. The human’s face contorted as he tried his best to decipher the strange murals that were being presented to him. “Marcos...” Eric trailed off as he struggled to put everything in front of him together, “how on *Earth* did you actually find these?”


The Incineroar simply responded by pointing to each mural. One depicting a vague monster-like creature, which Eric could safely assume was a Pokemon. Another of something that was much more humanoid - probably a human, or something close to it. And then, a third image, of the two...merging? Moving together in some way? It was a bit hard for Eric to describe or decipher, honestly, but the theme of merging or coming together was fairly coherent. Finally, there was one more mural, this one seemingly drawn with a bit of old, crude cave paint as opposed to the etchings of the other drawings, almost as if it was added later on, though it was all still very old...this one depicting some sort of bird flying off into the sunset. It was almost like an equation, and though Eric wasn't seeming to get too much out of it on his end, Marcos had a lot more time to think about what these murals could possibly mean. And, though his idea was quite preposterous on its own, given the context of everything else Eric had already gone through today, it would maybe end up making a little bit more sense...


“I guess that Pokemon does look a bit like you, huh?” Eric commented as Marcos pointed towards that specific drawing, then to the one depicting some kind of merging...then away from the drawings, to himself. To his mouth. 


The human just stared for a few moments. “You think if you eat me...” Eric started to calculate slowly, “...something good will happen?”


The Incineroar nodded vigorously. Perhaps a little too vigorously, as Eric was understandably a little bit skeptical. “...You know, if you're hungry, you can just tell me that...” the human trailed off as he reached out to brush at the murals with his fingers. He half-expected them to just come right off, as if they were just painted crudely on by the Incineroar as some kind of quick joke; but no, they were old, all right. Eric sat there in thought for a moment; The two of them always had each other's best intentions in mind, he never had any doubt about that. And it wasn't like there was anything else on this island that was really proving to be a promising out in terms of actually escaping it. There was plenty more of the sands and mountains to explore, but there was a good bet it was all equally as dangerous as the few parts that the two of them had voyaged into, if not even more so...and, despite the fact that Eric was okay every time he ended up on some digestive misadventure, it still obviously took an immense toll on his physical and mental health every time. He was already getting quite sick of it. 


But, what was one more go-around if it was with his most trusted partner and friend?


Before Marcos just went about cramming Eric down his throat, though, the Incineroar had something else that he wanted to do. And it was something that the human really only realized was going to happen when he was being lifted up into the air by his Pokemon, expecting to be staring at the pulsating innards of the big cat's throat in just a second or two. But instead, he felt something poking at his lower end, his eyebrows shooting up as he looked up at the Incineroar’s face and heard a low purr start to rumble out of the Pokemon's throat. “Oh, Marcos...here? Now?” the human asked simply as he wiggled in his friend and trusted partner’s grasp. Marcos simply nodded as a warm smile started to cross his snout, shifting Eric in his arms before rubbing the tip of his aroused shaft up against the human's rear end, giving him a few seconds to brace himself for what was coming...shivering and gasping as he felt Marcos entering his body, the big cat groaning and rumbling out another deep, breathy purr as he felt the warmth of the human’s innards around the tip of his barbed shaft...an unfortunate aspect of his anatomy that he couldn't really “turn off”, even for his trainer, but he would make it work and be extra careful, even in the dank depths of this cave!


Slowly, the Incineroar eased himself deeper into Eric, feeling how his human trembled and gasped as he worked his way inside. Marcos had already been thinking about this for a while, so he was quite leaky and throbby even as he just pushed the first third or so of his cock into his human - which thankfully made things easier for the two of them. Despite what Eric had gone through on this island, he still wasn't all that stretchy, so the two of them would certainly appreciate any help that they could get! The Incineroar steadily began to squeeze and hug Eric closer into his chest as he thrusted further and further into the human, his legs and knees already beginning to tremble and wobble just a little bit both from the weight that he was holding up and from the fact that he was already getting a little close! It turned out being stuck on an island like this, even if you were fearing for your life most of the time, did end up making you pretty pent-up! Marcos did end up catching a few smaller creatures to eat and relieve himself with while he was out and about earlier, but he was still trying to save himself for Eric the best he could...and judging by how he was going about this now, he had done a pretty good job~


“Oh, fuck! Fuck, slow down Marcos...” Eric started to groan into his Pokemon's fluffy chest as the Incineroar picked up the pace; he still wasn't nearly ready for something as intimate and intense as what was happening now, but when you had a huge, muscular Pokemon hilting inside of you, you kind of lost the privilege of dictating the pace of your encounter...! Marcos still tried his best to keep Eric comfortable, but at some point, his trainer’s ass just felt so good, and those animalistic instincts took over more and more of the Fire-type's brain. Claws holding Eric tight as the cat plunged his hips deeper and deeper into the human’s colon, just shy of the point of drawing blood...at this point, Eric was just doing his best to not crumple to the ground! He was being held up rather well by Marcos in the moment, but once the floodgates broke and the Pokemon reached orgasm, there was no telling where Eric would end up, so the human had to focus on avoiding a tumble for the time being...


At least you would have to spend too much more time focusing on that, though. Marcos’s movements became more and more frenetic as he got closer to orgasm, the Incineroar doing his best to alert Eric of when he was close in the throes of his passion...and managing to do a pretty decent job of it, somehow! When that final thrust came in, and Eric felt the warmth of Marcos’s load spreading into his bowels, he was as prepared as he could have possibly been in that moment...which still wasn't very prepared, but it was better than nothing! Marcos, meanwhile, had completely lost his composure, roaring with every blast of cum that he shot up into Eric’s ass and eventually crumpling to his knees from the sheer amount of pleasure that was coursing through his body...thankfully, his arms were more than enough to insulate Eric from the fall, and the two of them were able to complete this first part of the ritual with just a scratch or two - though Eric still had a massive, swollen dick inside of him to deal with! Even after Marcos emptied himself inside, the human could still feel that shaft throbbing and pulsing madly, plugging his rear end up and keeping every last drop of the Pokemon's load inside of his belly...


And speaking of bellies. The afterglow that the two of them were sharing, Eric only realizing that he had spilled his own load once he felt his own shaft pulsing up against Marcos’s stomach, didn't last too long before the Incineroar’s gut let out a long and wanting *grrrrrRRRrrrwrrrgggg...*! “Heh...I guess all that works up an appetite, huh...” Eric said with a bit of nervousness as he looked up at Marcos. The Incineroar was still firmly inside of him, but that didn't stop the Pokemon from already leaning down and starting to open wide, preparing to initiate the second part of the ritual! He still did it slowly, waiting for Eric to get as comfortable as he possibly could before lunging down and actually swallowing up his trainer...the human trembling a bit as he felt that warm, fishy breath starting to wash over his face. It was something he had experienced twice now already, but the concept of being eaten whole and alive still wasn't exactly something he was used to yet, even if he was about to slide into the stomach of someone he trusted...then again, being stuck on an island could make you do crazy things. Oh no, was he being led right into a trap - 


*homf*


Marcos cut off his trainer’s slightly-spiraling thoughts with a big, but measured bite, the Incineroar lunging forward and taking nearly the entirety of Eric's head into his mouth in one movement...this was not a pleasurable event, though; it was simply meant to be a facilitation of their escape, so as much as Marcos wanted to enjoy it, he was almost robotic with his movements instead. Undulating the human’s chin under his tongue, moving Eric consistently towards the back of his throat and giving the human a few precious seconds to prepare himself for the descent - and for the dislodging of the rod in his ass that was about to commence! Marcos had already been wiggling his hips a little bit to try and loosen himself inside of Eric, but once he swallowed, it would be a rather rude dislodging from deep inside of the human’s ass...


*shglR-RRRgnk~*
And there it all went. Eric moaned into Marcos’s throat as his head was sucked right into it, at the same time feeling the Incineroar’s throbbing shaft vacating his used hole at quite the impressive speed. It didn't fully dislodge itself quite yet, but just the girthiest part of the shaft being gone was more than enough for Eric to realize how much meat had been shoved up inside of him, how much his walls had been stretched down there in the process...! They were thoughts he couldn't linger on for too long, though, considering that the Incineroar’s gullet had a firm grip on him now, Marcos taking labored and measured swallows to try and make the trip as seamless as possible for his trainer. There was only so much he could control about his own body, though, and the squeezing motions of peristalsis that continued to drag Eric’s upper body down into the depths of his beloved Pokemon were not exactly comfortable ones. They worked him down with a practiced, almost robotic efficiency, leaving Marcos with his lips wrapped around Eric’s waist in just a couple of seconds and only one gulp from him! With the plug that was his shaft vacated from his human's hole, Eric was now leaking cum out everywhere - down his legs, onto the cave floor, on to Marcos himself...a mess that the Incineroar was trying his best to lick up as fast as it was leaking out! Extra lubrication for the trip down his throat, at the very least...


As Eric continued to be swallowed up at this impressive, consistent pace, he began to steadily hear the thumping heartbeat of his Pokemon in the background of the wet gurgles and groans of his squelchy, slimy innards...it was comforting, even as it was steadily overwhelmed by the much louder bubbling of the cauldron-like stomach that was so ready to engulf him. Eric knew Marcos couldn't control how his stomach sounded, but hearing just how hungry it was made the human more than a bit nervous while he was continuing the descent! He could feel the cat's sharp teeth grazing past his waist and used cheeks now. There really was no going back the way he came at this point, just due to the laws of physics if anything else! Eric's momentum down Marcos was just growing with every swallow, until he could feel his face pressing up against an opening. A sphincter that was clenched tightly shut at first, but began to slowly yawn open to prepare for another swallow that would shove Eric right into his Pokemon's churning gut!


Eric soon felt Marcos's tongue curling up over his bare feet, unable to stop himself from squirming at the ticklish sensation even as those feet were being pushed in by that powerful appendage, bit by bit. Eventually, they were left dangling over the back of Marcos's throat as Eric sort of hung from the ceiling of the Fire-type’s stomach, waiting for that final swallow to push him through so that he could actually move around inside of Marcos somewhat. And, thankfully, it didn't take too much longer for that gulp to come, the Incineroar wanting back his ability to breathe fully, to relax and enjoy the full, stuffed belly he was nursing as he sent down the last of Eric to his churning gut...and to get off his feet now that he had the weight of two people to heft around, as well! The Incineroar savored that last swallow still, rubbing against the bulge on his throat as it descended, pushing Eric’s shoulders out of the tight sphincter and allowing the human at least some bit of ambulation inside of Marcos’s stomach...controlling the way in which he would be plopped down into the thick sludge beneath it, at the very least!


The wrestler cat let out a soft *pwah~* as his throat was finally cleared, falling back onto his rear end and letting his growing gut spill out into his lap as Eric curled up inside of his stomach...he turned towards the cave inscriptions again, still trying to make out exactly what they could mean. In honesty, this was just his best guess or approximation of what was going on in them, combined with the voracious tendencies of the island's occupants...but now that he had eaten Eric, he didn't know what would happen. He didn't know if he had to wait for his trainer to be digested, or if something would happen while he was inside, or if it had already been triggered by them embracing each other earlier...what if he had gotten it wrong, or worse, what if that mysterious power of reincarnation was only available to the Pokemon that lived on this island -


*BWOOom*


...well, that probably had something to do with it, now didn't it? 


A deafening, earth-rumbling BOOM, almost like a thunderclap, came shooting down from the mouth of the cavern just a minute or so after Eric had settled into the Incineroar’s stomach, and it was more than loud enough for human to comfortably hear it - and feel the rumbling and shaking of the ground that came with it! “Marcos!! What was that??” Eric asked as loudly as he could, though he didn't really expect to get a response from the Incineroar considering he couldn't really read body language from inside of his partner Pokemon, and Marcos had already sprung back to his feet and started booking it back down the hallway towards the entrance of the cavern anyway. It was more than a bit difficult to maintain any kind of deftness or agility with his fat, sloshing gut, but Marcos still managed to make his way through the cave in record time, knowing that whatever just happened outside, it was most certainly related to the “merging” that the two of them had gone through in the past 20 minutes or so...the blinding light of the outside world obfuscated what actually lay out there to the IUncineroar at first, but as his eyes adjusted, what they reported to the fire types brain became more and more unbelievable...surely, it had to be some kind of hallucination, right? Sun blindness or something. And yet, it was so very, very real. And it was sitting right there. 


Ho-Oh was perched right there.


The enormous legendary bird’s brilliant red feathers glinted in the sunset that had begun while Marcos and Eric were in the deepest depths of the cave, golden tail plumage offering a striking contrast that pleased the Incineroar's eyes as well...but mostly, he was just in awe, and relieved that what he had done in the cavern had actually produced some kind of result, as insane as it was! The legendary bird was seemingly motionless at first, before it turned to its side and tilted slightly, seemingly offering its back to Marcos...and there was really only one place it could be taking the two of them, was there? Home. As incredulous as it sounded, those murals inside the cave were truthful in their messages, and Ho-Oh was their ticket off of this island...


“Marcos? What’s going on out there!?”


...oh yeah. He still had his trainer squirming around in his stomach, a fact that Marcos had almost forgotten about in the minutes he had taken to process everything that was happening before his eyes. And unfortunately, the two of them still did not have great ways of communicating with each other while Eric was in there...so the human was going to have to suspend his trust for a little while longer while Marcos clambered up onto the Ho-Oh and got himself as ready and comfortable as he could! Trying his best to make sure that it was also a comfortable ride for his trainer in the process, as the legendary began to shift underneath the two of them and those powerful, broad wings began to beat strongly.


“A-are we going somewhere? Did it actually work? Marcos!!” Eric shouted as he felt his Pokemon's stomach suddenly lurch on takeoff; inside the tight, slimy, humid environment of the Fire-type’s cauldron-like gut, the sudden pressure and height changes of a flight taking off were not exactly comfortable for the human, but he was more than willing to tolerate them in the moment if they were actually writing off into the sunset like those murals had promised...everything jostling up and down around him as the bird lifted off, gliding over all as the island disappeared behind them and the vast expanse of the ocean opened up, soon to be obscured by clouds. Eric would still have to trust that what he thought was happening was actually the case, but, well, he was already putting quite a bit of trust into Marcos as it was right now. What was a little bit more to go around?