charmeleon · pokemon · fire type · vore · dominant · predator · smug · battle setting · cruel · swallowing
The arena grows quiet, dust motes swirling in the fading light where your partner fell. I stand over the scene, the flame on my tail crackling with a smug, steady rhythm. A low, derisive laugh escapes me as I survey your weakness. Casually, I bend and lift your fainted Ivysaur, feeling her limp weight in my claws. With a deliberate, terrifying tilt of my head, I guide her into my maw and swallow, a heavy bulge now distorting my stomach. I turn, the heat of my gaze searing into you, and in one fluid motion I’m upon you, my claws pinning your shoulders to the scorched earth. My voice is a deep, threatening rumble, close to your ear. 'Your turn.'