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A gentle breeze wafted into Aspen's tent bright and early the next morning, rustling his leaves until the sound awoke him. The ex-human sat up, slowly brushing at his tail-leaf, wondering why there were leaves in his tent...until his grogginess wore off, and he looked himself over with a sigh. Right; that really did all happen the day before...

But it was a good time to wake up. The sun had just begun to rise, and the day seemed bright and clear, if a bit breezy. There was plenty of time to get used to things, as well as...gather food. Aspen rubbed his big gut, taking a moment to remember the huge meal he'd had the night before... Yet it didn't feel like he'd even eaten recently; his belly felt rather empty, aside from that gloppy sap still sticking inside. How troublesome...

Twig still rested in his own little deer-tent, undoubtedly winded from yesterday's events. It was for the best. The ex-human wasn't sure how comfortable he was being hungry around his companion anyways, after what happened last night... He didn't need any help for today's plans anyways.

The grass-type searched into his satchel, relieved that his gorging the night before has missed a particular side-pocket. He pulled out a big bag of dry kibble from it; Pokefood. It was his own homemade recipe. Long-lasting and edible to any Pokemon, he'd brought it along both as a second food source for Twig, and as an effective and multipurpose bait. It worked perfectly to bait a fishing hook with...as well as to lay in a trap. Both of which he was going to do today.

In truth, while hardly anti-hunting, Aspen was never too avid a hunter himself. Nonetheless...he always had the gear on hand for it, for survival situations. He pulled out a folded wire mesh frame from another pack pocket, and with Pokefood in his other paw, carefully stepped a few hundred feet out from the campsite, in an isolated area. A good spot to set a trap was easy enough to find in a forest; whether the trap would actually catch something was down to luck, and patience. The Leafeon gradually unfolded the wire frame, expanding it out into quite the durable mesh box-trap. He felt a bit odd as he leaned down with a handful of the Pokefood, climbing in and placing it into the back of the cage...before clambering out of it quickly. It wasn't like he could capture himself in it without setting the trapping hinge on its door, yet...it was unnerving that he was exactly the sort of Pokemon he could trap with this... Well...no reason to over-think it. He carefully set the trapping mechanism, taking it slow to learn how to use his new paws properly...it was fortunate that he was not entirely a feral Leafeon; his paws were certainly more clumsy than his human hands had been, but still dexterous enough to do whatever hands could do, given enough effort.

With trap set, and some bits of loose brush settled around the wire box to make it look more natural, Aspen returned to the camp. The trap was just in case, anyways; his main goal today was fishing. He was quite the avid fisher, and knew how to debone and prepare many types of fish Pokemon for a lovely meal. He unfurled his collapsible fishing rod, already with line and reel prepared, and retrieved a rope-net bag from the bottom of his bag These things and his Pokefood was all he needed for a successful fishing venture.

Being a seasoned Hiker as he was, the ex-human has already located a small river as they had hiked in, and it was not but a half-mile from the camp. It was an easy enough walk, even on his new two feet...and even with his new girth bouncing with each step. In truth, he felt rather energized and optimistic, even given all that had happened. Perhaps the Taillows cheerfully chirping about in the trees and the Zigzagoons busily shuffling about around the bushes were boosting his spirits. It certainly was interesting how other Pokemon were so much more relaxed around him, now that he was...like them.

The river soon came into sight, the Leafeon finding a nice clearing near the bubbling waters. Before setting up his rod, the grassy Pokemon gave a small shrug, and dropped down to his knees by the water's edge. Normally he would boil wild water before drinking it for safety's sake, but his new anatomy would probably handle it fine...and it was quite the clean water. Aspen leaned over the shore, planning to pool water into his forepaws and drink from them like any human would...but without thinking he found himself dropping to all fours, bending his snout down to greedily lap and gulp at the crisp drink like a Growlithe from a water bowl. Mmf; well, that WAS more effective with this anatomy, he reasoned, as he heartily quenched his thirst...

His belly a smidgen fuller with the drink, the Leafeon stood up, readying his fishing pole as he pulled out a bigger chunk of Pokefood, fitting it carefully to the end of his hook. Hard and dry as it was, this sort of Pokefood lasted fine underwater, but was just soft enough to skewer a hook though. He peered into the clear river, spotting numerous shadows of aquatic Pokemon swimming about in its depths...and made a hearty cast in the general direction of activity.

A bite happened almost immediately...and Aspen let out a 'Leeeeaf!' of surprise as he found himself nearly yanked into the river! Quickly he regained his footing, stepping back from the shore and carefully reeling in his line. He was not used to his smaller size, but he still had a lot of strength; he just had to learn how to use it! The Leafeon growled as he fought his target, a flash of white and orange splashing along the surface of the water now and then until with a final pull, the watery Pokemon splashed onto shore, flopping uselessly. A Goldeen!...and a sizable one too!

Aspen carefully unhooked the helpless fish, making sure it was far enough from shore not to escape back into the water. It was a big enough meal by itself, but...perhaps he should catch a bit more, just to make sure his appetite today would be sated... Yeah...just in case. He re-set the hook, casting back into the water...

It was slower fishing after the first catch; the other aquatic Pokemon had gotten a bit spooked from the Goldeen fight. But gradually, the fisherleaf was able to hook a couple more meals: a rather colorful Finneon, and a lethargic Barboach. Quite a good haul! Aspen knew how to prepare all of these Pokemon for eating, and licked his tan lips at the thought... Unfurling the durable net-bag he'd brought, he piled the three fish, by now quite weak and harmless, into it...then with a huff of effort, slung the rope tote over his back.

The Leafeon's frame could just manage the load...but by the time he'd gotten back to camp, he was panting quite a bit, his fur shiny with sweat. It was quite a workout; he definitely wasn't used to being so tubby! Still, the promise of food kept him motivated...his belly rumbling and belly-sap glorping as he prepped the campfire with a cooking griddle.

"Welp! Guess you didn't need my help getting food after all!"

Aspen wriggled his leaf-tail in surprise, looking over towards the voice to see Twig peppily emerging from his tent. "I'm certainly not helpless! In fact, I dare say I feel pretty capable." retorted the Eeveelution with a smirk, getting out a deboning knife and a big cutting tray before 'fishing' out the Goldeen from his bag. "But if you DO want to help, I left my fishing rod and bait west over by the river..."

"Too much of a fat-ass for the extra cardio? Heheh." the Deerling crassly replied, putting a hoof to his snickering snout. "Sure, why not? I'm a bit thirsty anyways. And not particularly interested in sitting around and watch you mutilate fish."

Aspen took a moment to reach over as the deer walked by him, ruffling the flowery tuft atop Twig's head. "Too much of a 'flower child' for that sort of thing, hm? I guess I should expect that from a herbivore though."

The deer let out a dramatic groan, brow furrowing as he received the pets but nonetheless permitting them. "I'm gonna get you for that pun later, lardy-leaf." he playfully threatened, rolling his eyes with a grin. "Nah; the reason I like being a herbivore is that it's no muss, no fuss. I don't care about you or others eating meat; I just don't like how messy it gets. You get?"

"I get. Fair enough." chuckled the Leafeon, sticking out his tongue teasingly. "You can teach me how delicious grass is later, okay?"

"Sigh. Glad to see you're acting like your old self, at least... Be back soon, ya derp." the Deerling promised, before strolling off for the fishing gear.

It didn't take too much longer than Aspen expected to prepare the trio of fish. He had done it many times before, and muscle memory still served him well...even with different muscles. By the time Twig had returned with rod and Pokefood glomped in his mouth, the Leafeon was already frying up the fish-meat all together, a sweet and hearty aroma wafting about the camp. Aspen was drooling copiously by this time, truly impatient for the cooking process to finish...

'Meat-eaters.' Twig thought to himself with another roll of his eyes, moving to the other side of camp where the grass was thicker to enjoy his own lunch. He was still a tad wary of his owner; that starved look was filling the Leafeon's eyes yet again, but at least this time they were focused on that big pan of food...

Aspen acted like a kid at his birthday party as he pulled the well-cooked fish off of the fire, piling it onto a plastic plate. It was a good three meals' worth of fish, if not a little more... The Leafeon busied himself with some seasonings from his pack...salt and peppering the dish, adding a bit of ground Leppa berry for a light spicy edge...just like he liked it. Finally, he wielded a fork and knife...like a proper ex-human should...and...

The Leafeon promptly dropped the silverware without a single use, grabbing the plate solidly with his paws. His snout yawned apart as he raised the plate above his head...and with a careful tilt, slab after slab of delicious fish plopped atop his wide, canid tongue. He swallowed...again, and again, sending chunk after slice of his meal down his plump throat...with nary a single chew of his teeth. The hot meal plunked down to his belly with a heavy plop, the gut sloshing in excitement as it went to work!

The gluttonous grass-type laid back on the ground, licking his lips of fish oil as he rubbed over his stomach. Focus returning to him, Aspen let out a little groan, realizing just how QUICKLY he'd downed his meal! Just like the night before...

"Arceus' sake! You gotta eat EVERY meal like it's the last one you'll ever have?" Twig expressed, having watched the hungry display with a cock of his head. "Don't expect CPR if you choke one of these days - hooves aren't great for that, ya know!"

"I-It's just...my changes in metabolism. I'm certain things will...URRP!...uhm. Stabilize, soon..." nervously expressed the Leafeon with a blush, slowly getting to his feet as his stomach churned and glorped... What was striking was how quickly his digestion was working. The fish...seemed to be almost completely gone, already. Turned into...calories, he supposed. He did feel just a bit plumper now... But his belly kept gurgling, even as the meal melted away. Almost as it that...hadn't satisfied it.

"I guess. As long as...you're full now, right? Seriously?" questioned the deer.

"...I should go check on the traps I set earlier." Aspen remarked, suddenly remembering. It was not an active attempt to dodge the Deerling's question, sheepish as it had made him; rather...he was just...still hungry. "I'll be back in a bit..."

Twig seemed content to stay behind and relax as the hungry Leafeon returned to that isolated spot from earlier... Really, Aspen didn't expect to find anything; it had only been a few hours now. But...the sounds of rustling forms against the metal mesh was unmistakable as he approached around a bush...

"L-leaf..." the ex-human gasped, surprised to see that the trap had been doubly-effective! A pudgy Buizel, AND a fluffy Furret, had managed to snare themselves in the cage together! Aspen knew his Pokefood was good, but he didn't know it was THAT good...

"Oy, there! See, I told you some-Poke would come and find us." the Buizel chirped out all of a sudden, elbowing the Furret's side. "He can let us out!"

"Still wasn't reason enough to dive in and take that food! I knew it wasn't a good idea..." the Furret sulked, crossing his little forelegs. "Why again did I follow you in??"

"So you could pull me back out if something bad happened! It was a great idea, until that other thingy closed on your butt anyways..." the Buizel shrugged. "But it doesn't matter now. Oy, Leafy-guy! Let us out! We'll even share the food we found in this thing!"

"(You already ate it all...)"

"(Shut it! He doesn't know that.)"

Aspen blinked, needing a moment to take this all in. It was quite obvious that Pokemon could communicate with each other, if they were sentient enough to do so...but he only now realized how he could understand that communication too. It didn't feel all that unusual talking to Twig, his long-time companion... But talking to the Pokemon he had trapped...was a different feeling entirely.

"Ah-um... Let you out?" Aspen stammered, fidgeting with his paws. "Well..." He was nearly willing to just let them go; this was feeling a little too awkward to actually consider these Pokemon...food. ...But...food... His belly grumbled again, reminding him... "...Yeah. Sorry. I can let you out..."

The two trapped Poke chattered out a thankful encouragement as the Leafeon knelt next to the trap's latch, slowly undoing the spring-loaded mechanism, before swinging the door open. He stood, stepping back just enough to let the two Pokemon out...letting the pair stand in front of him.

"Thanks, mate! Uh...though I MAY have accidentally...eaten that food...while climbing out." the Buizel lied, rubbing the back of his head as he poorly attempted to excuse his previous promise. "My friend here probably has some still though..."

"H-hey! I didn't even get any!" the Furret said, rearing up on his hind legs and stamping a foot at the otter Pokemon. "Don't try to pin that on me..."

If the duo had been less focused on arguing with one another, they may have noticed the drool starting to drip from the Leafeon's snout, as the grass-type looked between them. Mulling...deciding. Aspen's mind hazed, as his belly rumbled loudly once more...getting the attention of the arguing couple, but much too late. The Leafeon's paws had already clamped around the Furret's sides, lifting up the Pokemon and, in an instant, CRAMMING the long Pokemon half-into his juicy throat!

"O-OY! WH-WHAT ARE Y-" was all that the Buizel could stammer out in shock before the Leafeon's paws grabbed him too, the otter being SMOOSHED against that tubby tan belly as Aspen plopped down onto his rump, leaning back against a tree for leverage... The grass-type groaned and suckled along the fuzzy, tasty length of the Furret's form as it struggled uselessly, that brown-striped tail thrashing about and little footpaws kicking against nothing.

To say it was a horrifying sight for the Buizel would be true...though he wasn't able to see much of anything. The Leafeon was keen on keeping him locked against that tubby gut, fatty rolls squishing against the otter's face and body. And the more the water-type struggled, the tighter that grip got...the belly not-quite-smothering him, but doing its part in keeping him from getting away! Still, the Buizel REFUSED to give up... If he was being pushed against that gurgling gut...well, he'd just HEADBUTT the Leafeon right in it! That'd show him!

The ravenous grass-type was at first confused as his soon-to-come second course stopped trying to pull away, and instead shoved forwards forcefully... The headbutt hardly hurt; he was too blubber-packed for it to even mildly wind him. But the Buizel's attack was not wholly useless...not for the Leafeon, at least. The otter's head was pressing into his navel... How curious... It felt...good...right... FILLING...

The Buizel gasped as the Leafeon's paws slid down to his backside, a HARD push soon felt against his orange rump. The water-type was quickly aware that something was terribly amiss as his head...then shoulders...chest, belly...!...sunk one after another into that gaping bellybutton! It...couldn't be that deep...that was IMPOSSIBLE!

But impossible or not...the hungry Leafeon continued feeding, sure in his efforts! The Furret had been more than well-savored by this point, and at last the grassy glutton gave a hard swallow, his throat muscles powerfully squeezing and sinking that long meal down into his awaiting gut...! And all the while Aspen crammed that Buizel forth, belly-blubber parting more and more until the otter's head schlurked into a strange, wet port deep in that navel pit...! That distinct, wonderful belly-fullness only increased now, fervently urging the Leafeon to sink that otter deeper...DEEPER!... The bloated Eeveelution panted and huffed, a hot blush washing over his snout as the water Pokemon slowly disappeared from view into his belly-hole, that fat gut bulging wonderfully as Aspen's second course slipped fully into his stomach...

The Leafeon collapsed against the tree behind him, shivering in bliss as his distended gut bounced and wobbled with the struggling meals inside of it. Mostly lost to the pleasure of such wriggling fullness, the grass-type only heard bits and pieces of the two Pokemon's muffled voices... How the duo were surprised to see each other in the same place... How the Furret blamed the Buizel for this whole mess... How one of them should really have saved some of that food for the Leafeon... Aspen perked up a bit as the two spoke of the sap inside his belly, and how it seemed to be coating them...

But...oh, all those silly words weren't NEARLY as fun to listen to as the gurglings and sloshings that soon rumbled out from that gut shortly thereafter, truly the sweetest of music to the hungry Pokemon's ears~ Aspen rubbed his belly slowly, feeling all those bulges soften down more and more...his belly-blubber plumping out a bit further as the calories took effect. Not just there, though... His thighs, his face, his moobs...really, all over...felt a bit more plush now. Those meals...were ever so filling...! At last, he felt sated...

...

"...ey! H... HEY!"

Aster woke up with a start, eyes opening back up to see Twig standing just in front of him. He let out a belch as he sat up, shuffling a bit more lethargically as he adjusted to the bit of additional weight wobbling on his frame. "Wha...hu-urrrrp...uh?"

"GEEZ! You had me worried sick! It's nearly nightfall... What were you doing, just taking a nap in the middle of nowhere like this? What if some meaner Pokemon decided you were dinner, huh?" the Deerling chastised, looking out of breath. It was clear that his friend had been looking for him for quite some time; and indeed, he had never told Twig where he'd gone to lay traps...

"I...guess it was a...food coma." the Leafeon stammered, his mind returning to focus as he looked over his now-somewhat-fatter frame...and then, to the empty trap nearby. Remembering...with a quiet gulp...what he had done.

"Well, I guess that means the fish filled you up at least. No luck with the trap, huh?"

Aspen paused, quietly pressing a paw to his belly and squishing a roll of flab... "Well... Actually, I did catch...a couple Pokemon... A Buizel, and...a Furret..."

"Oh? Where are they then?" Twig paused himself after asking his question, the blush falling over his owner's face...cluing him in. The Deerling now noticed how the Leafeon's frame was thicker than before he'd left the camp... "Oh. Uh. Wait. But there's no...mess. Did you...eat them... Whole?"

The Eeveelution nodded, the look on his face like a child fearing he's about to get in trouble.

Twig mulled on this for a moment, seeming to think of something...before a strange grin spread upon his face. "No muss, no fuss."

Aspen tilted his head, his wincing expression turning to one of confusion. "H-huh?"

"No muss, no fuss. Right? You ate them WHOLE, right? Just like 'The Mon-ster from the Black Bayou'?"

"The Mon-ster from...?"

The Deerling let out a little sigh. "My favorite horror movie, remember? I learned how to operate your DVD player back at home just to see it all the time? The Mon-ster is just some human in a rubber suit but it's an awesome movie! It just goes around and eats Pokemon and humans WHOLE, just like that! Leaving no trace of ANYTHING. ...No muss, no fuss! So cool."

"Y-you're not...upset at me, Twig?" Aspen whimpered, still not understanding.

"Well...I might be. Or I might think you're cool. ...Depends." the Deerling considered...slowly sitting in front of the Leafeon. "I think it's time for a test. Stand up, fatty."

The ex-human slowly got to his feet, looming over his companion. "O-okay...?"

"So how did you do it? Did you just grab them...and shove them in your mouth?"

"Well, with the first one...yeah..." the Leafeon shuffled his feet; where was his friend going with this?

"Okay. Grab me the same way. Put my snout in your snout."

Aspen stared down horrified at his friend. "I d-don't...!"

"I know you don't want to eat me. But I can't help but feel a little worried lately. So let's prove something to both of us, huh? Now just do it before I back out already, geez."

Swallowing hard, the Leafeon reached under his friend's armpits, carefully lifting him up to his reddened face. "Uh...o...okay...?" he consented nervously, his jaws dripping with drool as they parted. His friend's scent filled his nose... It was...a nice scent...but... Slowly, Aspen pulled his pal closer, the Deerling's snout easily fitting inside his stouter muzzle, chin resting against his wide tongue... The taste was sweet as the smell...and it slowly made that fat belly rumble yet again...

"So. I taste good. Figures." Twig expressed matter-of-factly, noting as the Leafeon's tongue began to wriggle and slurp against his chin. "And your belly thinks so too, I hear." The deer spoke in a flat tone; but in truth, he was masking a mix of excitement and fear. He peered into the gaping abyss of his owner's throat...black as the shots of the Mon-ster's throat from that movie... As frightened as he was... "I really shouldn't be saying this right now...but this is kind of an awesome view, damn."

The Leafeon gently sat back on his tush, re-positioning his hands to support the Deerling's sides. His hunger was there again...that butt that had hazed his mind back when he'd tried to pounce Twig the night before returning... He...pushed. Sinking the Deerling's whole head into his jaws...then neck...chest...

Twig was surprisingly quiet as he felt his long-time friend sink him deeper, blinking as the throat-port opened around his face, muscles rippling around his head. He didn't struggle...but he did shudder. An uncertain shudder. This was amazing. This was horrifying. "You're eating me. You're actually eating me..." The deer spoke in a bewildered tone...though not in a betrayed one. He...was not betrayed. Not yet. But he...he needed to shout. "ASPEN. ... Are you going to hurt me?"

Aspen paused. His throat bulged wide with his meal, the Deerling's rear-legs and tush all that was left hanging out of his jaws. His meal... His friend. ... He was ravenous. He had to keep eating. He was GOING to keep eating. Yet... Slowly, the fat Eeveelution swayed his head, jostling his companion inside his throat. No... He shook his head no, to that question. It was clear to both parties. Even though that answer made no sense to either of them.

The Deerling sighed, breathing deep of the humid air surrounding him. He winced, steeling his nerves. Why was he about to say this? To AGREE to this? He was terrified. But... "Then SWALLOW, fat-ass!" he stumbled his words out before he could pick them apart any further, his nerves growing tense as he knew there was no taking that back.

It was such an incidental swallow. After having already eaten that Furret whole, the Leafeon's throat was still loose and stretched; and as such, that one gulp was all it took to send the Deerling all the way in. Aspen lapped at those backlegs and hooves as they sunk past his lips, before the entirely of the deer slipped down his throat... Collecting, squishily, into his gut...as that belly began to slosh, to groan, to grumble around its newest meal...

A few minutes passed... Then, a few more...and a few more...until a half hour had passed, the fatty Leafeon lounging happily the whole time. The fullness...it felt delightful...it always felt so good... But...suddenly, Aspen's eyes grew wide...his mind snapping back to the fact HE HAD EATEN HIS FRIEND. He stood back up with a yelp, tears welling in his eyes as he squeezed at his gut. "No...no no no NO!" His belly, overactive as it was, had digested so many things in mere minutes...it had been so much longer than that now...! And his stomach...it was settling down again...it was...it was done. "Why, WHY?" The ex-human collapsed onto his hands and knees, his bloated gut pressing against the ground...

"Ow... Hey. HEY. You're SQUISHING me in here, dude!"

Aspen's ears pricked up in confusion and shock. He sat up, hastily wiping away the tears butting his eyes to look down at his...belly? No...what?...

"Thanks. Geez. First you say you're NOT gonna hurt me, and then you try to flatten me like a pancake, sheesh." The muffled voice...it was Twig's...from his belly...?

"T-twig...!? You're...you're okay?!"

"Well you DID promise not to hurt me. So...yeah, looks like! Sure got a tumbling around your belly for a while though. I'll be honest, I thought I was a goner there...you seemed all ready to...y-you know. But...nope, I'm unharmed. Though now I'm all sticky with Leafeon-slime and that gross sap...ick. Maybe I'd be better off dead. Certainly cleaner..."

"D-don't even joke like that!" Aspen stammered between a cry. "I...I'm so glad you're alright... We should have never done this..."

"Actually, let's be honest here lardy-leaf. We've seen your appetite. Unless I totally split or something, you were going to eat me eventually. And I was NEVER gonna split and leave you alone, man. So...we had to face the inevitable at some point. Get me?"

"I...oof. I s-suppose...so..." The Leafeon didn't WANT to agree, but...it was truth, and he knew it.

"Plus. If you DID fail this trust exercise...well, then I'd just have to haunt you as a Gengar for the rest of your days, punk." the Deerling let out a hearty chuckle, clearly dissipating those fears from himself as he spoke. "And besides, this is SO COOL. I mean, aside from the stickiness. But you're totally just like the Mon-ster! Except, like, REAL! That's crazy!"

Aspen hid his snout in his paws at that strange praise, even though the deer couldn't look at his face in the current situation. "Y...you think so? I mean...you were scared...right?"

"Well, DUH. But I like horror movies dude! You gotta get scared to have fun with those, it's just part of the experience! Well - watching horror movies doesn't have the possibility of actually, uh, killing you...but...I guess that made it a little more exciting? Heh!" Twig poked around the belly-interior as he spoke, still marveling at the situation. "So how did you eat the other Pokemon, anyways?"

"Oh...I... It was weird. I...pushed him into my...navel...and...he just kind of fell into my belly too..."

The Deerling flopped onto his back in an instant, a hearty laugh drumming inside the Leafeon's gut as he rolled about. "HAHA WHAT. Are you SERIOUS? That's less 'horror' and more 'comedy', hahaha! Swallowed by the flaaaab, oh nooooe! Haha!"

"W-well, that's what happened." the Leafeon chuckled back with a shrug, starting to loosen up. "Just shoved him right in...and I ate him up quick and easy." That's odd; was he feeling a bit...proud about this?

"Huh! Think I could get out that way? I'm pretty done with this gooey sauna thing now. So there's gotta be some weird second port around here, right?" the Deerling sat up, poking and prodding the outer-middle of his friend's belly.

"Um..." Aspen hadn't thought about how to...excavate his friend. Coughing him up sounded potentially painful...but it was more of a straight shot via his navel, so... "I guess so...but I probably need to open it up somehow from this side...with something..." The Leafeon poked his paw down to his bellybutton, sliding a digit around the rim. Maybe...he could just...press in...? Slowly he urged his paw down, squishing it into the flabby tunnel...with ease. Push, press...squellllch~ It didn't take long before he hit that unique port, his paw soaking wet from belly-juices as he pressed into it...

"You just...pushed your own paw into your... Oh ARCEUS that must look REDICULOUS from out there!" the Deerling laughed and teased, pressing his forehooves into the palm of Aspen's paw. "Alright, uh...pull me out, I guess?"

A quiet nod, and a careful grasp of the deer's legs, and the Eeveelution carefully tugged... In a wet, slow, juicy schllllop, both paw and deer emerged easily from the blubbery middle of that voracious belly. Twig shivered as he slowly plopped onto the grass, freeing the last of his legs from that gut as his slime-drenched body adjusted to the outside air again. The deer looked back at that belly-hole, dripping with slime now; he really just came out of that? Hahaha wow.

Aspen sat up once the job was done, a slow pant leaving his muzzle. It felt extra strange REMOVING a meal...yet strangely enjoyable. His drier paw went down to wipe his...navel-drool...away, before the Leafeon slowly rose to his feet. "You...sure you're okay, Twig...?" he asked...just once more.

"I mean, I'm wet and cold and I need to go jump in the river and clean off but all that aside? I'm happier than a Charmander in a lava pit!" the Deerling approached his owner, nuzzling his slimy head against the Leafeon's fat hip. "You passed the test, buddy. Proud of ya. I trust you not to hurt me...even if you'll probably eat me again." the deer sighed, that near-trademark eye-roll following along.

The Eeveelution swayed his hips, smooshing his thigh against his friend. His snout grew into a wide grin; he was beaming now. "Well, you do taste pretty delicious..."

"Pffft. Shaddup." ordered Twig with a smirk, starting to walk off. "It was...kinda fun though. But...you can hold off on that. Let's head back to camp, get cleaned up. So we can get an early start tomorrow catching you more Pokemon."

"Wait...'we'?" the Leafeon remarked, following behind the deer.

"Yeah, 'we'! Dude, YOU ATE ME WHOLE. I TOTALLY wanna spectate that...just, from the sidelines this time. It'd be just like that part of The Mon-ster from the Black Bayou: Part 2, where the Mon-ster invades the Safari Zone in the dead of night, cornering a TON of helpless Pokemon as they sleep, and devouring them one after the other after the other...! "

Aspen smiled softly as his companion yammered on, branching off into other horror movies and creature flicks featuring things eating other things, the deer clearly having an interest in this unusual topic. But, he supposed, it wasn't so unusual for him now. As the warm light of the campfire flickered through the brush in front of them, the Leafeon realized how warm he felt inside. Not in his belly, for once; but in his heart.

Was the ex-human still unsure about his fate? Of course. There was still so much to think about when this camping trip ended, and they had to...go back. Could he reintegrate into human society, like this? His voracious behavior still made him nervous too... The future would be...difficult, to say the least.

Though...there was so much potential, so many possibilities as well, if he worked towards it. And he had his trusty Deerling at his side, through thick and thin. Yeah, he wasn't a human anymore... But...perhaps he could get used to this whole Leafeon thing.

The duo were quick to clean up. Twig found the slime and sap washed off quite easily in the river, and Aspen enjoyed digging into the remainder of that Pokefood for a before-bed snack while the deer bathed. They retired shortly after to their tents, both settling into their sleeping bags with more peaceful minds than the night before.

Aspen giggled as he slowly dozed off, lazily wiping a bit of drool from his snout. He was already looking forward to breakfast...