Story Time /._./
“You should really try to make some pokepuffs for your pokemon, Jay! It’ll be a really good way to bond with them!”
The words of his friend Cassie echoed in his mind as he stared reluctantly at the batch of pokepuffs rising in the oven. “Easy enough for her to say... She knows how to cook.” The smell was pleasant at least. And the colors came out appealing. Still, some of these berry flavors were just plain weird... He shrugged. “Whatever. Worst case, I’ll just try to do better with the next batch when the others get back.”
Jay watched as the little cleffa beside him hopped up and down excitedly, eagerly awaiting the treats coming. He patted him on the head. “Well, at least you might like it, buddy.” The cleffa spun around and gave a cheerful cry as he nuzzled against his leg.
With the buzzing of the timer, he pulled the confections from the hot oven and placed them on the counter. He reached for the frosting bag and cursed under his breath as he accidentally nudged the still hot pan. Jerking his hand back, he nursed the burn as the cleffa tilted his head quizzically. Jay looked down. “Don’t worry, just a little hot is all.”
One ice pack later, the young trainer tried again; this time taking extra care in handling. He applied the frosting as best as he could to match the picture in the recipe book, but sadly, each of them looked lopsided at best. “Mmmm...” he groaned, but sadly his glare did nothing to intimidate the icing into a more presentable configuration. Jay shrugged. “Oh well, can’t expect perfection the first time, right?” The six amateur pokepuffs sat complete on the table, just a bit of heat still coming from their freshly baked forms. “Could be worse I suppose. They smell good at least.”
There was a growl from below. Jay’s eyes met the sight of a drooling cleffa staring up at the unreachable counter high above. “Hehe, hungry, little guy?” The fairy turned to him with an anxious cry and fervent nodding. The trainer laughed again at his pokemon’s intense desire. “Ok, ok, one second,” he said, fingering through the cook book. “Alright... let’s see... this says you should like... this one.” Jay took a reddish orange puff from the tray and handed it to the eager pink bundle.
The cleffa took the sweet and spicy treat from his trainer and greedily and chomped a big bite from it. His face scrunched up a bit, causing deep concern for the novice pâtissier, but this was quickly relieved when the pokemon exploded into some of the happiest noises Jay had ever heard. He chuckled and pat him on the head as the little one took another bite. “Wow, you really like that don’t you?” He rose back up and looked at the other five. “Maybe these didn’t come out as bad as I thought.”
Cleffa stuffed the last chunk of pokepuff into his mouth and danced around as the sugar and spicy flavors of the berries lead his merriment. The pokemon was so enthralled by his own rapture, that he didn’t even notice what he was doing. Jay had only a moment to turn and see the glowing form of his cleffa, before the bright flash eclipsed everything.
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The next thing Jay knew, he was falling. He tumbled through the air and landed with a splat in a sticky pink mess. It took a bit of struggling, to reach fresh air but he managed to pull himself up enough to gulp down a few lungs full. His mind was scrambled as he tried to piece together what had just happened. He was covered in some sort of vibrant thick substance. Whatever it was, it didn’t want to let him go, no matter how much he thrashed.
He heard the unmistakable cries of his cleffa coming from below, clearly panicked. He took a moment trying to compose himself, until it finally clicked. He tasted a bit of the bindings that held him fast and sighed, now confident in his conclusion. “Metronome. Buddy... you really need to get that under control... Still, this is a new one, even for you...” He looked around seeing if there was anything he could use to pull himself from this sweet prison, but with only one hand free and the other buried deep within, there wasn’t much he could do.
He cleared his throat and yelled. “Cleffa!” The teary warbling from below halted. “Cleffa! Listen! You let your metronome run wild again! I’ve been shrunk.” The crying started back up, this time carrying hints of apologetic tones. “Cleffa! You can’t cry, buddy! I need you to go get help! Go see if you can find Zoroark or Chesnaught, they should be at the shop getting extra ingredients! Ok? Can you do that for me, buddy? If you can’t do that, try getting Officer Jenny or Nurse Joy! Anyone!”There was a bit of hesitation, then something like a determined shout, before Jay heard the sounds of little feet rushing out the door. Jay said a little prayer, hoping his little pokemon would be able to bring back someone to help. In the meantime, he resumed his struggles against the constraining clutches of the candied confection.
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A long time seemed to pass with no signs of rescue on the way. Jay had given up he attempts, tuckered out from battling the sticky goop. At first, he’d been surprised at how good this pokepuff holding him captive had turned out; however, the more he fought it and the more he was forced to endure the saccharine scent and flavors invading every nook and cranny of his tiny form, the more he despised it. He’d since made a vow to never touch anything so sweet ever again as retribution against its kind.
Just as the trainer was starting to fear the worst had happened to his little cleffa, he heard the sounds of several paws on the wood floors behind him. The door swung open and the familiar sounds of his zoroark and chesnaught filled the room. He tried calling out to them, but they didn’t seem to notice. Further, he couldn’t hear cleffa at all. Fear began to set in.
The zoroark set down the bags of ingredients on the counter next to the puffs. Her eyes lit up as she saw the still fresh sweets and their alluring scent beckoned her close. Chesnaught looked around, but didn’t see his master anywhere. He barked at the zoroark questioningly to which she replied with anunknowing shrug. The grass pokemon seemed to think for a bit before looking around the residence, zoroark just behind him.
The whole house seemed empty and the two traded looks of concern. They discussed what they should do. Eventually, the two seemed to settle on searching together for their missing master. They headed for the door, but as they passed the kitchen, the sweet smell wafting off the puffs called out to zoroark again like a siren. She hung back as her partner headed out ahead and snuck back into the kitchen. Zoroark loomed over the tray, her stomach growling in excitement and prodding her paws towards the iced treasures.
The growl reached the ears of the tiny trapped trainer below. “Huh?” Before he could realize, a set of distinct red claws wrapped around the edge of the frosting laden island and he felt the whole world shift as his captor was pulled from its spot among its siblings. The next thing he saw was the smoky colored fur of a giant snout approaching rapidly. “W-wait!” He could hardly get the words out, the instinctual fear gripped them tightly in his throat as he saw his zoroark’s tongue slide over her muzzle in anticipation. His pokemon partner had become a towering predator, ready to prey upon the scrumptious snack caught in her grasp.
Her hot, moist breath rushed out as her maw opened wide, delighted to make way for the incoming guest of honor. Thick bands of saliva hung down like shining liquid streamers, as a warm, welcoming red carpet rolled out to embrace the mouthwatering pokepuff and its unwilling, yet equally yummy rider.
The little trainer snapped out of his trance and began struggling as hard as possible against his fate. “Zoroark!” Jay shouted, finally finding his voice as he stared down the glistening white fangs of his once adorable pokemon. “Stop! I’m right here! Please! Hel—”
The fox’s jaws snapped shut, their owner completely ignorant of the extra topping on her pokepuff; his minuscule pleas falling on the deaf ears of a pokemon too eager to taste the handmade treats from her master. The zoroark recoiled from how amazingly sweet it was, loving every bite as she quickly stuffed the remainder in her mouth all at once. She grinned and squealed ecstatically as she licked the last bit of frosting off her snout before swallowing all of it in one big gulp.
Jay screamed as he was pushed down the vixen’s tight throat and deposited into her stomach with a plop, entirely covered in a concoction of viscid fox saliva and the rest of the baleful pastry he detested. He buried his face in his hands “This is NOT the kind of bonding I had in mind!” he shouted, but the only reply he got was the gurgling from the zoroark’s tummy. Unfortunately for him, this was no illusion and he could do nothing but wait and hope he would be rescued.
Zoroark let out a satisfied sigh, licking the delicious remnants from her chops. She couldn’t resist, and began reaching for another. A sudden grunt from behind stiffened her fur. Chesnaught stood there with a teary eyed cleffa on his shoulder, the grass warrior pokemon looking rather disappointed in her lack of restraint. She merely shrugged and stuck her tongue out in defiance, not yet realizing where her trainer was now residing...
Again this wonderful story was created by SilverBladeKnight
go and watch his stuff ;u
“You should really try to make some pokepuffs for your pokemon, Jay! It’ll be a really good way to bond with them!”
The words of his friend Cassie echoed in his mind as he stared reluctantly at the batch of pokepuffs rising in the oven. “Easy enough for her to say... She knows how to cook.” The smell was pleasant at least. And the colors came out appealing. Still, some of these berry flavors were just plain weird... He shrugged. “Whatever. Worst case, I’ll just try to do better with the next batch when the others get back.”
Jay watched as the little cleffa beside him hopped up and down excitedly, eagerly awaiting the treats coming. He patted him on the head. “Well, at least you might like it, buddy.” The cleffa spun around and gave a cheerful cry as he nuzzled against his leg.
With the buzzing of the timer, he pulled the confections from the hot oven and placed them on the counter. He reached for the frosting bag and cursed under his breath as he accidentally nudged the still hot pan. Jerking his hand back, he nursed the burn as the cleffa tilted his head quizzically. Jay looked down. “Don’t worry, just a little hot is all.”
One ice pack later, the young trainer tried again; this time taking extra care in handling. He applied the frosting as best as he could to match the picture in the recipe book, but sadly, each of them looked lopsided at best. “Mmmm...” he groaned, but sadly his glare did nothing to intimidate the icing into a more presentable configuration. Jay shrugged. “Oh well, can’t expect perfection the first time, right?” The six amateur pokepuffs sat complete on the table, just a bit of heat still coming from their freshly baked forms. “Could be worse I suppose. They smell good at least.”
There was a growl from below. Jay’s eyes met the sight of a drooling cleffa staring up at the unreachable counter high above. “Hehe, hungry, little guy?” The fairy turned to him with an anxious cry and fervent nodding. The trainer laughed again at his pokemon’s intense desire. “Ok, ok, one second,” he said, fingering through the cook book. “Alright... let’s see... this says you should like... this one.” Jay took a reddish orange puff from the tray and handed it to the eager pink bundle.
The cleffa took the sweet and spicy treat from his trainer and greedily and chomped a big bite from it. His face scrunched up a bit, causing deep concern for the novice pâtissier, but this was quickly relieved when the pokemon exploded into some of the happiest noises Jay had ever heard. He chuckled and pat him on the head as the little one took another bite. “Wow, you really like that don’t you?” He rose back up and looked at the other five. “Maybe these didn’t come out as bad as I thought.”
Cleffa stuffed the last chunk of pokepuff into his mouth and danced around as the sugar and spicy flavors of the berries lead his merriment. The pokemon was so enthralled by his own rapture, that he didn’t even notice what he was doing. Jay had only a moment to turn and see the glowing form of his cleffa, before the bright flash eclipsed everything.
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The next thing Jay knew, he was falling. He tumbled through the air and landed with a splat in a sticky pink mess. It took a bit of struggling, to reach fresh air but he managed to pull himself up enough to gulp down a few lungs full. His mind was scrambled as he tried to piece together what had just happened. He was covered in some sort of vibrant thick substance. Whatever it was, it didn’t want to let him go, no matter how much he thrashed.
He heard the unmistakable cries of his cleffa coming from below, clearly panicked. He took a moment trying to compose himself, until it finally clicked. He tasted a bit of the bindings that held him fast and sighed, now confident in his conclusion. “Metronome. Buddy... you really need to get that under control... Still, this is a new one, even for you...” He looked around seeing if there was anything he could use to pull himself from this sweet prison, but with only one hand free and the other buried deep within, there wasn’t much he could do.
He cleared his throat and yelled. “Cleffa!” The teary warbling from below halted. “Cleffa! Listen! You let your metronome run wild again! I’ve been shrunk.” The crying started back up, this time carrying hints of apologetic tones. “Cleffa! You can’t cry, buddy! I need you to go get help! Go see if you can find Zoroark or Chesnaught, they should be at the shop getting extra ingredients! Ok? Can you do that for me, buddy? If you can’t do that, try getting Officer Jenny or Nurse Joy! Anyone!”There was a bit of hesitation, then something like a determined shout, before Jay heard the sounds of little feet rushing out the door. Jay said a little prayer, hoping his little pokemon would be able to bring back someone to help. In the meantime, he resumed his struggles against the constraining clutches of the candied confection.
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A long time seemed to pass with no signs of rescue on the way. Jay had given up he attempts, tuckered out from battling the sticky goop. At first, he’d been surprised at how good this pokepuff holding him captive had turned out; however, the more he fought it and the more he was forced to endure the saccharine scent and flavors invading every nook and cranny of his tiny form, the more he despised it. He’d since made a vow to never touch anything so sweet ever again as retribution against its kind.
Just as the trainer was starting to fear the worst had happened to his little cleffa, he heard the sounds of several paws on the wood floors behind him. The door swung open and the familiar sounds of his zoroark and chesnaught filled the room. He tried calling out to them, but they didn’t seem to notice. Further, he couldn’t hear cleffa at all. Fear began to set in.
The zoroark set down the bags of ingredients on the counter next to the puffs. Her eyes lit up as she saw the still fresh sweets and their alluring scent beckoned her close. Chesnaught looked around, but didn’t see his master anywhere. He barked at the zoroark questioningly to which she replied with anunknowing shrug. The grass pokemon seemed to think for a bit before looking around the residence, zoroark just behind him.
The whole house seemed empty and the two traded looks of concern. They discussed what they should do. Eventually, the two seemed to settle on searching together for their missing master. They headed for the door, but as they passed the kitchen, the sweet smell wafting off the puffs called out to zoroark again like a siren. She hung back as her partner headed out ahead and snuck back into the kitchen. Zoroark loomed over the tray, her stomach growling in excitement and prodding her paws towards the iced treasures.
The growl reached the ears of the tiny trapped trainer below. “Huh?” Before he could realize, a set of distinct red claws wrapped around the edge of the frosting laden island and he felt the whole world shift as his captor was pulled from its spot among its siblings. The next thing he saw was the smoky colored fur of a giant snout approaching rapidly. “W-wait!” He could hardly get the words out, the instinctual fear gripped them tightly in his throat as he saw his zoroark’s tongue slide over her muzzle in anticipation. His pokemon partner had become a towering predator, ready to prey upon the scrumptious snack caught in her grasp.
Her hot, moist breath rushed out as her maw opened wide, delighted to make way for the incoming guest of honor. Thick bands of saliva hung down like shining liquid streamers, as a warm, welcoming red carpet rolled out to embrace the mouthwatering pokepuff and its unwilling, yet equally yummy rider.
The little trainer snapped out of his trance and began struggling as hard as possible against his fate. “Zoroark!” Jay shouted, finally finding his voice as he stared down the glistening white fangs of his once adorable pokemon. “Stop! I’m right here! Please! Hel—”
*CHOMP*
The fox’s jaws snapped shut, their owner completely ignorant of the extra topping on her pokepuff; his minuscule pleas falling on the deaf ears of a pokemon too eager to taste the handmade treats from her master. The zoroark recoiled from how amazingly sweet it was, loving every bite as she quickly stuffed the remainder in her mouth all at once. She grinned and squealed ecstatically as she licked the last bit of frosting off her snout before swallowing all of it in one big gulp.
Jay screamed as he was pushed down the vixen’s tight throat and deposited into her stomach with a plop, entirely covered in a concoction of viscid fox saliva and the rest of the baleful pastry he detested. He buried his face in his hands “This is NOT the kind of bonding I had in mind!” he shouted, but the only reply he got was the gurgling from the zoroark’s tummy. Unfortunately for him, this was no illusion and he could do nothing but wait and hope he would be rescued.
Zoroark let out a satisfied sigh, licking the delicious remnants from her chops. She couldn’t resist, and began reaching for another. A sudden grunt from behind stiffened her fur. Chesnaught stood there with a teary eyed cleffa on his shoulder, the grass warrior pokemon looking rather disappointed in her lack of restraint. She merely shrugged and stuck her tongue out in defiance, not yet realizing where her trainer was now residing...
Again this wonderful story was created by SilverBladeKnight
go and watch his stuff ;u
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I guess you also have a favorite pokémon to be eaten by, eh?
With a bit of training he could become a very good writer.
With a bit of training he could become a very good writer.
Oof, that poor trainer.
Hopefully that Zoroark figures out what happened to her trainer before the only bonding she winds up doing is with her Pokemon's protein strings.
Hopefully that Zoroark figures out what happened to her trainer before the only bonding she winds up doing is with her Pokemon's protein strings.
Well cleffa is right there and he just go in her belly so I would think he could be spit back up right away.
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