There's Always Room
#1 of Macro Pokemon
A piece featuring Desta (Deis) and RamsusXIII's Moonlight. What happens when a hungry Umbreon finds a seemingly unguarded lunch?
Well, poor Deis is about to find out.
Note: The following Story contains unaware micro vore action, if this isn't your cup of tea, do not proceed.
Desta groaned as he sat up and cleared the stars from his vision when realization hit him, he'd shrunk again.
As the Dratini gazed out over the massive dining room table littered with books and paper which he'd been studying just a second ago as well as the modest lunch he'd made for himself.
He grumbled to himself as he paced around the large saucer that held a building sized sandwich, then by a small bowl of Blueberry Jell-O by his guess he must've been a quarter of an inch at least.
He eeped as he heard footsteps and out of habit hid against the delectable ham and cheese Hoagie as a shadow loomed over the table and suddenly his edible cover vanished, grabbed by an ebony furred hand and lifted skyward.
Desta grabbed the end as it lifted skyward and muttered about how dumb the mistake was even as the table top grew distant, he craned his head up and his ear fins flattened as he realized who was thieving his lunch.
Towering over him, his books and more importantly his lunch was Moonlight, his idol and mentor and now notorious lunch thief.
The sandwich squished as the end vanished into the Umbreon's mouth and he chewed happily, each consecutive bite brought the shiny teeth and massive mouth closer and closer to the Dratini who clung to the end.
"Moonlight," he screamed but was unheard as his voice was drowned out be chewing and pleased grunts.
Another bite, this one close enough that he could see his terrified face in the fronts of Moonlight's pearly white, saliva coated teeth, a look to the tabletop below even as crumbs rained down gave him one option and he hoped it worked.
Moonlight's throat bobbed as he prepared to take the final bite and Desta let go just as the Umbreon's sharp teeth cleaved through where his hands had just been, the Pokemorph whimpered and cried out as he fell towards the table and more specifically the bowl of blueberry Jell-O below.
His first thoughts as he hit the wobbling cubes of Jell-O he was thankful and realized how sticky and weird this stuff felt as his body was engulfed to the neck, but he could worry about it later, he wasn't eaten and that's all that mattered.
That moment of victory died though as he hears a light burp and then saw Moonlight's hand move towards a plastic spoon, his other gripped the dish of Jell-O and move it towards his mouth.
The Dratini's voice was lost in his throat as the spoon jabbed deep into the thick, wobbling mass and barely missed him before returning skyward with a thick wad jiggling and wiggling in the bowl of the spoon and then vanished into his mentor's ravenous maw. Despite the situation, a part of Desta blushed, there were times he'd had dreams of stuff like this, this feeling vanished however as the realization he was going to be food popped back, made even worse by the fact his body was the same treat he was mired in.
Again and again the spoon jabbed deep and on occasion missed the infinitesimally small Dratini by a hair's breadth and with each mouthful that vanished he was taunted by the Umbreon's pleased hums, each glob of Jell-O left to dissolve in his humid maw before being swallowed and Desta wondered how many trainers had met that fate and if he was going to be added to that list.
A pause in this culinary torture was had as Moonlight licked the spoon clean and looked around with a slightly guilty look, probably looking for Desta and seeing the coast was clear he went back to devouring the Dratini's study lunch.
"His fault for leaving it out," Moonlight muttered between mouthfuls until finally there was only one bit left, the bit that held his teammate Desta.
A shadow fell over the trapped Pokémon as the spoon sailed over head before it was twisted and scooped his wiggly prison up and lofted him towards Moonlight's open and waiting mouth. The next moment he was guided past the Umbreon's pearly white teeth and cast into the shadowy, humid cave that was Moonlight's mouth and deposited on a writhing, sticky tongue. Saliva dripped down from everywhere as the tongue wiggled and writhed and worked the last blob around his mouth as it closed.
Moonlight mashed his tongue against the roof of his mouth and enjoyed the feel of Jell-O squish and ooze out around his tongue for a moment he felt a crick like something crunchy was in the Jell-O, he shrugged and swallowed and sighed happily as he felt the gooey mass slowly ooze down his bobbing throat and he swore up and down he felt a wriggle.
With a shrug and a burp he bowed politely, hands clasped.
"Thanks for the free lunch shorty," and walked off to see what was going on with his team mates.