Pidgeot Vore
#4 of My Stories~
A fun little twist on Pokemon vore. This one's really short.
Enjoy! :D
A Pidgeot and her trainer flew gracefully across the clouded skies, inspecting the land of Pokemon below. The trainer was enjoying the breeze, her purple hair flowing freely as the big bird swerved and owned the troposphere. They were entering the Johto region; this was their chance to broaden their horizons of the world of Pokémon. Her and her Pidgeot alone defeated all opposers in the Kanto region anyways, and they needed a challenge.
They made their stop at the shores of Cinnabar Island where they rested up at the Pokèmon. After buying plenty of goods at the mart, the trainer went to train with her Pidgeot in the Cinnabar Mansion upon its spooky invitation.
The lucky trainer found two rare candies. She chewed the chewy, tasty treat and gave one to her. Pidgeot squawked in delight as a bright bolt of energy shot through and out of her fragile body.
The trainer soon noticed her Pidgeot acting differently. She has a strange aura about her, that of great wisdom and inner strength, all multiplied by a dozen digits. She ignored it, as it only helped the Pidgeot faint those annoying Raticates much faster.
It was when the Pidgeot began physically destroying the fainted Pokèmon into a pulp that the trainer became truly suspicious.
"Is everything alright, Pidgeot?" she cooed to her beloved winged friend.
Not a sound came from the moody bird. The trainer was cornered. The Pidgeot spread her wings to their fullest length, denying her own trainer's escape.
Quickly, she pulled out a small manual from her book she'd borrowed from a local. It was full of things that even she might not know.
She turned to the last page of "Pokemon Levels" and discovered that her Pidgeot had likely reached the least likely level known to man: level 101.
She didn't have time to read on; the Pidgeot discontinued her studies, snapping her wet beak around the terrified trainer. She screamed and kicked for her Pidgeot to let her go, but she continued engulfing her trainer one moist gulp at a time. Her pleas died down and echoed within the bird's chest, the bulge blending into her growling stomach. The intensely rotten smell of her gassy insides made her dizzy and nauseous whilst her trusted, feathered friend laid back against the corner of the mansion where her trainer had cowered just minutes ago.
As the book slowly fell apart, she scurried the pages to where she left off. She read with horror that any unfortunate Pokèmon that reaches such a high level, all of its attributes are doubled; her Pidgeot was always known for having a ravenous appetite.
The Pokèmon rubbed her bloated belly with cupped wings as her body turned into bird slosh, which was pushed into her second stomach so that any undigested bones or hair would be absorbed.