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Apollo could feel his blood boil. He closed his eyes in an attempt to block out the white-furred pretty-cat beside him. It was only due to an unfortunate encounter that the pair had begun to travel together, and whilst it had only been half an hour he already felt like launching a Fire Blast in the feline's general direction. "Come on, mutt, liven up." The Persian smirked, his fluff tail wafted under the Arcanine's muzzle. "You said you'd escort me safely through the wilderness. That is unless you want everyone to know our little secret?"

The canine's orange and black fur stood on end. He emitted a deep growl through his sharp, bared teeth, and placed a heavy paw down upon the dirt. "Don't push your luck, cat." He snarled as he trudged down the forest pathway. The canine felt like he would not be able to contain himself much longer if things continued the way they were; this stuck-up Persian was winding him up on purpose. Precious had always been that way though. He was part of the wealthier crowd back where the two of them call home, and his status certainly shown with how the pampered nuisance proudly stood as if he were permanently on a high pedestal. Apollo, being the town's go-to Pokemon when things needed to get done, had been placed on a job to deliver a certain package to a distant town. It was not long after entering the forest that he ran into the cat; who by-the-by was his most hated species of Pokemon "Why do you want me to bodyguard you anyway? Clearly you're not weak."

"Clearly." Precious repeated with a sly grin before merely shrugging. "I just felt a lone delivery-boy like you could use some company; and if anything I feel you have no right to call yourself my bodyguard after what happened earlier."

Apollo glared back, his steely gaze met with a smug eyebrow raise from Precious. He turned back around, a scowl on his face. He knew how correct that statement actually was, and he hated himself for it. He gave a sigh and carried onwards. He felt so powerless; this was not how the ultra cool, tough, fiery hot Apollo should be. This meek submission suited an un-evolved Pokemon, or that passive, chubby Raichu he had the displeasure of meeting in the past. His teeth clenched together; how he could he let himself be oppressed like this, whilst that loathsome feline strutted around as if he owned the place?

"I think everyone back home will love to hear about our adventures." Precious continued; he did so enjoy how easy it was to get under the skin of that dirty brute. "The most recent escapade is my favourite; the one about the big, tough Arcanine having his life saved by a gorgeous feline hero." He put a white paw and rubbed it slowly across the rotund bulge that swung beneath him. He gave a slight sigh as he licked his lips, he could still taste that succulent flavour even now; oh, how he wished he could have another one. He let out a soft groan as his belly did the same; the faint gurgling noises that emitted caused a disgusted look to appear upon Apollo's face.

He turned a deaf ear to Precious' whining, and loud noises of digestion, and instead focused on the path ahead. There were numerous dangers this deep into the forest, and the last thing he wanted was to run into trouble due to the Persian's irritating prattle. Despite the prolonged gurgles from behind him Apollo tried to bask in the moment of near-silence; though despite no words being exchanged he could still feel that mocking gaze of his travel companion upon him. He stopped in his tracks and turned around, a face like Thundurus. "What are you staring at?!"

"Nothing, just keeping an eye on you; y'know, just to make sure you don't get into anymore trouble." Precious stated, his condescending expression still clear as day. He flicked his white tail from side to side as he strut past Apollo, making sure to whip him gently with it as he passed. A low-growl was all Apollo could muster, and with his head hung low he continued onwards without another word. The sooner they arrived at their destination, the better.

***

"Are we nearly there?" Precious asked, feigning a yawn. Before Apollo could bark a reply he felt a sudden weight upon his back. He glanced over his shoulder to spot the cat lazily slumped on top of him. "I thought Arcanines were supposed to be fast. Can't you use Extreme Speed to get us there or something?"

"I highly doubt you'd enjoy going at 260 miles per hour." Apollo replied bluntly, shoving Precious off as he shook himself. Despite not usually minding feeling dirty he couldn't stand the filthy touch of a cat on his fur. Despite the hatred burning within him he smirked, "Especially through all this uncouth mud." he added in a faux posh tone.

The Persian scoffed. "Humph, what you lack in reliability, not to mention battle skills, you surely make up for in immature 'humour'."

"What'd ya say, princess?!" Apollo roared, and in an instant his intimidating stature loomed over the Persian. Theirs faces almost touched as their intense gazes met one another. Precious, who was taken aback by the sudden uproar, merely gave a nervous laugh as he leant backwards to waft the air in front of his nose.

"I know your kind likes to eat rubbish off the floor, not to mention lick your own arseholes," Precious sneered, his eyes closed as he gave a patronising laugh. "But please don't breathe so close to my face; your breath reeks."

"I'd keep your mouth shut if I were you." Apollo warned, making no effort to move away. "All you've done this whole journey is make me feel like dirt, and it stops now. Or else."

"Or else, what? I don't think you'll be laying a single grubby paw on me, dog." Precious snapped as he now covered his nose with his own paw. He took a few steps backwards and laughed once more. "Remember, I have dirt on you, the kind you don't want to rummage around in and get all over your mangy fur."

"I don't care about that any more. You think blackmail is going to keep me, the alpha male, from giving you what you deserve?"

"You really think you're the alpha here? Then maybe I'll just tell everyone that it was you who needed a pampered Persian like myself to protect you. I'm sure my well-established connections with everyone in town will see my viewpoint is heard, no matter how exaggerated." Precious retorted. He always got what he wanted, and Apollo knew that. There was nothing he could do to stop him. "I think I'll add some interesting 'additions' to the tale; such as how you hid behind me, begging me to save your life. Then, once it was all over, you made sure to reward me by having your tongue meet with my dainty paw. Obviously I would normally decline your disgusting mouth being anywhere near me, but you were so adamant in wanting to worship and honour your hero."

Apollo couldn't take it anymore. He had been more than patient enough with the cat; he just couldn't bear to hear any more pretentious drivel. Precious was the type of Pokemon their town could do without, and it was finally time he did something about it. "That's it! I'll make sure you never speak a word about what happened again."

"Bribes won't work, I'm afraid; you have nothing I'd want." Precious shrugged. He glared over at the Arcanine, who was now in an aggressive stance with teeth showing. The only thing Precious could think about was how truly savage the dog was. However, he had to admit that deep growl of his was quite intimidating; though he knew Apollo wouldn't do anything. Despite his tough facade, Precious knew quite well the dog was all bark and no bite. "Oh, and after that little outburst of yours just now you'll have to do more than just escort me through this marsh. You'll be doing every little thing I ask of you, or else you'll never be able to show your face in public again."

"I don't think so, Precious. There's one other way to shut you up; one that will see to it that you never torment anyone else with your lies and toxic personality ever again." Apollo growled.

Before the smug feline could even begin to enquire what he meant by that, both of them were horizontal with Apollo panting over him. He let out a shriek as he struggled to break free of the powerful paws that pressed him to the ground. It wasn't so much the attack that concerned him, but the fact what the dirt below was doing to his image. "You thug! Y-you disgusting brute! Look what you've done to my coat! It's all mangled!" He hissed, and in an attempt to swipe a claw in Apollo's general direction he felt both his front arms pinned to ground, shortly followed by his hind legs. "Ugh, let go of me! Get those foul paws off me this instant!"

"It's no use; you know I'm far stronger than you." Apollo chuckled; now this was how he liked things, with him in total control. He tried to contain the writhing Persian as he glared down at him. "You may be able to stalk and strike from the shadows, but in terms of pure strength you haven't got any. Now, who's the alpha among us?"

Precious simply glared up at Apollo and attempted another intimidating hiss. "Get off me now! You'll pay for this, mark my words, Apollo!"

The Arcanine lowered his face, his faint snarls sent a quick shiver down Precious' spine. The Persian gulped as he stared up at those sharp canines that gleamed in the mid-day sun. Perhaps he had pushed too far this time? He feigned an act of utter fear and helplessness as he cowered at the bark that was unleash in his face. "I said, who is the alpha?"

"Ugh, y-you are, alright?! Now let me go!" Precious hurriedly replied. He gave a nervous smile up at Apollo, an attempt he hoped would appease the beast. "I-I'm sorry, okay? I said some things, you've done some things. We're okay now though, right?"

Apollo merely shook his head. "Not by a long shot. Let me hear you say just who exactly the alpha is, now!"

Precious thought about it for a moment. In the position he was in, the last thing he wanted to do was annoy the Arcanine even further. He would simply say what the mutt wanted to hear, he would then be let go, and after that he'd make sure Apollo knew exactly who he was dealing with. He tried not to smirk as he looked up at the predictable, meat-headed dog that towered over him. Precious knew the only thing Apollo wanted was to have his ego rubbed a little; after all, it was obvious the Pokemon had some sort of confidence complex. He would swallow his own pride for now, and then later he'd swallow Apollo's, alongside his entire being. He hoped all that grime on that manky orange fur wouldn't give him indigestion.

"Well?! I'm waiting!"

Precious sighed. "You are, Apollo. You are obviously the alpha between the two of us; I mean, look at you. I can't even get up. See? So strong, so manly." Precious smiled, and pretended a feeble attempt to pry himself away. He carried on smiling for a good few seconds, though he couldn't feel any of Apollo's paws weaken at all. "So, you'll let me go now? We need to get a move on if you want to be on time for your delivery."

"I'm afraid I can't do that."

"What? Why not?!" Precious cried in anger. He quickly cleared his throat and continued in a more pleasing tone of voice. "Why not, Apollo? If you let me go I won't say a word. You can trust me, right?"

Apollo sneered at the mere though. "Me, trust you? I don't think so."

With his self-proclaimed superior acting obviously not doing the trick, Precious' face crinkled as he gave a prolonged, loud hiss. "So what, you're going to beat me up, is that it? Leave me here for dead in the woods?!"

All that he got in response was a laugh, followed by a quiet grumble from Apollo's gut. "Very close, Precious; but try taking the 'b' off 'beat'."

Precious thought for a second. Apollo merely watched in anticipation, waiting until Precious realised just what was to become of him. The red irides widened as the Persian's breathing became heavier. "Y-you can't be serious; you can't do that to me! Oww!"

"Welcome to survival of the fittest, cat." Apollo remarked as he pulled on Precious' whiskers. He had heard from a good source that a Persian could be made docile if their whiskers were pulled. Whether or not that's true and would work if said Persian is being eaten whole, Apollo felt like he'd just have to see for himself. He stared down at the Persian, his eyes widened as he felt mass amounts of saliva accumulate in his mouth. Suddenly he felt extremely hungry, like the inner animal inside him just wanted nothing more than to ravage the cat and send him straight down to his empty gut. Granted this was not his first time performing such a task, he had done similar things in order to survive in the past. However, this was the first time he was doing it for personal pleasure. "Now, be a good kitty and lay there whilst your better has his meal."

He licked his lips as he watched Precious stare into space, only the odd content grumble and purr escaped from his mouth; clearly the effects of the rumour were true. Apollo grinned to himself, and without any hesitation he quickly, yet cautiously, released the cat from his strong paws. He backed away a few paces, his attention at the ready for the slightest sign of rebellion from the downed feline. He continued to stare, his dark eyes hungrily waiting for the all-clear.

After around ten seconds he finally dropped his guard. Clearly Precious was down for the count. The cat merely lay there with a peaceful gaze and an equally calm smile. If Apollo didn't have such a strong hatred for everything feline, and if Precious had any redeemable qualities, he might have reconsidered taking advantage of him while in such a defenceless state. Luckily for his gut that was not the case. "Guess it's time I tucked in." Apollo announced. He barely realised that his large fluffy tail swished ferociously from side to side as he felt the inner-canine within yearning to come out. Despite no one else being around he could not help but feel somewhat embarrassed. He had built up such strong fortification throughout his years as an Arcanine; who knew taking revenge against the feline race would get him so hyped? He gave a toothy grin as he bound onto his prey, withholding the urge to excitedly begin whimpering in anticipation like a Growlithe.

Without any further taunting he lunged his jaws forward, drool cascading down the sides of his cavernous maw. Apollo's humid breath washed over Precious as his slimy tongue lapped out across the white treat. He closed his eyes as his tail continued to wag. The taste was absolutely terrific. "Wow, I suppose you're what they call a high-quality dish." He barked happily, and continued to lather Precious in saliva. "Mmm, and that dirt caught in your fur is a nice touch."

He couldn't take it anymore. He gave a loud cry as he bound up and down, eventually bouncing to a position with his rear held high in the air, his face now opposite Precious'. His tongue flapped outside his mouth as he felt more saliva leave the corners of his mouth; without a second thought he clamped his jaws around the cat's muzzle. He closed his eyes; the only thing that was on his mind was food and making sure the large prey before him was stored away rapidly.

Apollo, in a state of bliss, felt the inescapable desire to continue greedily cramming more and more of the cat inside. It was as if he hadn't eaten in days. Soon the Persian's face had disappeared completely from view and had received a thorough coating of slime across it. The fat tongue made sure to sample every nook and cranny it could find as Apollo pushed more of Precious inside. The cat's entire head was vacuumed into the cavernous maw as easy as you would suck the head of a lollipop. With Apollo's impressive six foot stature dwarfing that of the three and a half foot Persian, it was not the hardest catch he had ever had the delight of devouring. With enough of the cat now inside, Apollo instinctively gave a massive gulp, the small feline frame posing no problem whatsoever. Within moments Precious' head, big cat ears and all, had been swallowed down into the tight, rippling throat.

The sound of deeply satisfied elation was all Apollo could manage as he shoved in another huge mouthful. His tail continued to waft from side to side at an alarming rate as his mind raced on in a gluttonous blur. It took little effort to pile Precious' top half inside, and was now receiving a similar treatment as the face had previously; the spittle acting as a superb lubricant. Another strong, wet gulp saw the shoulders and top portions of the legs slide towards the back of the mouth as Precious' head was sent further down still towards the beast's belly.

"Hmm, w-what's going on?" Precious asked groggily, the effects of his mind-numbing docile state waning. He felt a slight sensation that everything was great, like he didn't have a care in the world. It was almost like he had just spent a portion of the afternoon having a pleasant cat-nap. He quickly began to realise something was quite different though; he felt hot, slightly weary, and above all had this irritating urge that he had been defiled in a rather disgusting manner. He tried to open his eyes to see where exactly he was, but all that met his eyes was a pulsating darkness.

He closed his eyes once more, the pressure he could feel on his head was slightly painful. He could hear a gentle beat; a rhythmic and soothing sound. He focused on the melody that seemed to echo all around him for a moment. Through his light-headedness he relied on his other senses to examine his surroundings. He knew he was somewhere very warm; somewhere tight, squishy, in some ways isolated. He could feel a delightfully contrasting breeze across the lower half of his body, as if his back-paws and rear-end were exposed to the elements. Wait a second; outside? That's right, his head must be inside somewhere for him to feel like this. He could feel his conciousness begin to fade as he racked his brain for the answer, and it was then he suddenly realised what was happening.

"Wait, n-no! It can't be!" He yelled as he began to thrash around. He remembered everything; the rough handling from Apollo, those sinister words, that disgusting tongue. The brutish, disgusting, mangy, deplorable beast was going to eat him whole! "I will not... be made... into a dog's dinner!"

Whilst Precious began to struggle, Apollo merely continued to push more and more inside. It was almost as if he had not even registered his meal had broken free from his docile state. The only thing that concerned him was to eat and fill his belly, the same one that's been gurgling ever since his meal began. However, the fact his food had began to squirm made his insides feel quite interesting. Apollo attempted an innocent smile as his eyes closed with his tail wagging harder than ever. It felt like someone was giving him a nice tummy-rub, but from the inside. He opened his eyes as he watched the frantic legs swing about aimlessly before him. Whilst Precious meant these actions to be a means of prying himself free from the predator's mouth, Apollo merely saw them as visual stimulation and merely continued to eat at a much faster pace.

"Let me... go... you stupid... dog!" Precious cried, his clawed paws madly swiping blindly. He knew he had only a limited time until he was beyond the point of no return; his indication being that less and less of him was now exposed to the cold forest air, and more of him being treated to a slobbery tongue-lashing. "I'm... I'm going to... to tear you apart, from the in- mumph!"

With his eyes bulging from his sockets, Precious could not believe his beautiful, glorious face was now being pressed against the most sickening thing imaginable; Apollo's stomach sphincter. If he did not have a face-full of slimy flesh he would have began to retch, cough, and splutter away the nasty gunk; however, what he began to do instead was rapidly wriggle his face from side-to-side. This vain attempt, whilst done on instinct, was having the opposite effect of what Precious actually wanted. Whilst he wanted his nose to avoid the slick sphincter, he only made it that much easier for it to descend ever deeper into the extremely tight hole. 'Damn, I'm only pushing myself in faster.' He thought as his muzzle began to sink into a more humid space. The rancid smell burnt his nostrils the moment they entered. He tried to open his mouth to scream, though as he did he only felt his entire face quickly being enveloped by the almighty stomach muscle. 'T-this can't be how it ends... I can't die this way! I always thought it would be from overindulging in life's luxuries, or at least going out in a classy, beautiful manner. This... this is just... just... disgusting! How can I, such a handsome specimen, be reduced to dog food?! It doesn't make any sense!'

Whilst Apollo continued to scoop more and more of Precious inside, the Persian's head had almost been fully deposited into his gurgling, eager belly. With the cat's large black ears poking through alongside his rather petite head, Precious tried to hold his breath as the ghastly smell overwhelmed him. He could see nothing around him, but he could hear the various noises that came from below. Precious wanted nothing more than to shout obscenities from within, though he knew he should save his breath. He dangled there, every second his head sinking lower and lower into the Arcanine's gut. His face grew ever closer to the bottom of the pit that would soon claim him as nothing but a squirming slab of meat.

He could feel the slimy tongue now tasting over his lower body; oh how he hated feeling that warm drool coat his wonderful fur, not just due to how disgusting it was, but how cosy it was making him. Being warm and snug had always been a big deal for him, and despite being slightly damp from it all he couldn't deny how serene it all felt. He often enjoyed dozing off in the sun on a warm day, not having a care in the world. He could already feel his eyelids try to close, whether or not that was due to feeling content, or he was just weakening, Precious couldn't say. All he knew was that perhaps this was one time he wouldn't have his own way?

This thought process continued as he could feel his front paws entering the moist entrance; his face now a mere few inches from the bottom of the stomach. He tightened his expression, trying his best to not coax a smile, as his paws received a quick lick before passing past the canine's slick uvula and into the throat. Precious could wish for nothing more than to unleash his claws upon Apollo's insides; however, whether it was his weakened state, or the fact he could not bear to be coated in not only stomach acid and slobber, but also blood, he couldn't bring himself to try and extend them out. With his face already subjected to the mushy juices below, and alongside the compact squishing and near suffocation, all Precious could now do was cry out for help.

Due to Apollo's gluttonous appetite it wasn't long until the entire of Precious' back legs, paws and all, were snugly stored inside. The last thing was for him to slurp up that long, curly tail and he had claimed his victory. He could feel himself start to regain most of his senses, mostly due to the main bulk of his meal was now wriggling inside of him instead of it being on full display before his eyes. He gave a muffled moan as he sucked the tail up with it was a chunky, white noodle; and just like that Precious was no longer visible to the outside world.

"That was some meal. You've filled me out nicely, Precious." Apollo groaned the second the tail had passed through his throat. His innocent demeanour faded away as his feeding frenzy came to a deliciously satisfying conclusion. He smacked his lips; he could still taste the Persian's succulent flavour, and it made his stomach growl greedily for more. He ignored his gut's demands as he flopped to the ground, his paws slowly rubbing across his swollen paunch. He gave himself a good stretch, his paws pressing against the various bulges that tried to push outwards, as he opened his mouth. The air from his stomach quickly escaped upwards, and with nowhere else to go it evacuated into a loud belch that caused the nearby bird Pokemon population to suddenly scatter off into the skies. Apollo chuckled as he allowed a second, smaller burp out. "'S'cuse me; forgot I had a high-class dinner guest with me."

"Y-you... dis-disgusting... Grumpig." Precious panted, his vision now quite blurred. He could feel the remaining portions of his constricted body slide on through the sphincter. The moment his hind paws passed through he tried to at least feel somewhat comfortable. He had learnt that his mild thrashing, fidgeting and harsh pushing against the stomach walls seemed futile, and only served as an enjoyable internal belly massage for Apollo. He flicked his tail in annoyance, as best he could given the cramped conditions, as he listened to the Arcanine grumble and sigh contently. A feeble punch to the moist stomach walls was all he could attempt now, and it was all for naught; Apollo, through all his muscle and fat, could barely feel a thing.

"But wow, as much as I hate to admit it you're actually good for something, Precious; being dog food." Apollo laughed as he continued to play with his belly, giving it a few pats as a couple more belches left his maw, much to Precious' continued disgust. "You've finally done something honest and worthwhile with your life. Guess I won't be needing dinner later; heck, might not even need breakfast or lunch tomorrow, though I think I still will. After binging on junk today I should have something a little... lighter."

He stretched his wide frame in the shade of the forest and gave a long yawn, his broad maw on full display. He lay there on his side, his belly still moving from side to side as the Persian within tried desperately to escape. Apollo could swear he heard the faint cries for help over his stomach's churning, his body now beginning to work over the squirming meat within.

"I think I'll just sleep you off; the delivery can wait." He yawned; he forgot how sleepy he got from big meals. All that protein he'd soon gain would surely come in handy in sculpting a more pleasing, manly, dominating physique. With his eyes slowly closing he gave a few murmurs as he fidgeted to find the perfect position. Once he found the sweet spot he was out like a light, leaving Precious to be alone with his thoughts.

'I can't believe this... I-I can't die here.' Precious mulled over as he lay slumped in his constricting prison. He tried to use his claws once more, but he could barely think straight let alone use any form of attack. The tight suffocation of his trip down, followed by the muggy air around him, made it so all his mind could think about was rest. He felt faint, and could barely make out what was around him. So this is what it felt like? This is how it was for all his previous morsels he'd devoured over the years? How could this happen to him? He was better than the weak prey he usually called 'dinner'. If it was truly survival of the fittest then surely he should be on the outside, with Apollo being the one squirming around in a disgusting fleshy sac filled with vile juices? He was superior to all Pokemon, and now he'll be nothing but energy for the Arcanine. A mere bit of fat on his already ugly, bulky frame. The thought of being part of such a creature made him shudder.

"No, this dog won't have his day." He mumbled, the determination to survive still burnt within his heart. With the last of his conciousness waning Precious merely sighed; he was too weak to carry on struggling. Nevertheless, he swore to Arceus that he would exact his revenge; as no one was to make a meal out of him and get away with it. He wasn't naive enough to think he would somehow survive this ordeal. He knew Yveltal was coming to take him; though at some point, somewhere in the big wide world, Apollo would get his just desserts.