Ash Might Not Live Through This
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 22
by
copier
· original author:
oddler
Ash was a bit disturbed by what he had just witnessed. Misty’s jean shorts were tight enough that he was able to press his back up against her thigh and scale to the top of her pocket. He’d popped out his head just in time to see the horrific scene unfold. A young boy, several years his junior, had just lost his life to his one time friends hunger and Misty wasn’t showing any remorse whatsoever. In fact she seemed to be enjoying it! Ash shuddered, as he looked up at Misty’s thin exposed belly. Somewhere behind that wall of tanned skin and muscle was a child struggling to survive. Ash wasn’t the brightest bulb in the bunch but he knew how things were going to end. Misty's tummy wouldn't differentiate between a living breathing human being or a well done Milktank steak. They were both just meat to be broken down, sucked into the intestines, and absorbed.
Ash had traveled with her for quite some time and he felt he knew her pretty well, but never in a million years would he have expected her to be capable of something like this. Sure, she was pretty self centered. When they had first met Ash had mangled her bike in an attempt to save his Pikachu's life. Misty hadn't been too understanding despite being a pokemon trainer herself. In fact she was so furious she refused to take an IOU and decided to stalk him until he forked over a new bike. Along the way, despite all their arguing and fighting, they somehow became friends. Misty, he discovered, was very much a tomboy. Loud, rowdy, and easily angered, it didn't take much to make Misty unleash her giant bone crushing mallet or to make her wrassle you to the ground and kiss her tennis shoes. Ash suspected it was her girly world famous sisters, whom gave her nothing but hand me downs and abuse, that caused Misty to turn out how she did. So yeah, Misty was possessive and quick to argue. She could be bossy, rude and crude, true, but a killer?! Ash was completely stunned. And it wasn't just Misty. The large room they were in was filled with people whom Ash recognized. Trainers he'd won badges from, old friends and acquaintances he had met along the way. Why were they doing this? Were they all cannibals? The whole situation was mind numbing.
Misty belched into her closed fist. The delicate tender young boy had stopped thrashing. Now she could only feel a slight quivering coming from somewhere deep inside the pit of her stomach. Drumming her fingertips against her belly Misty left the refreshment table to talk with guests. Things were starting to wind down and party goers were leaving. Soon enough she'd be alone with Ash and then she could decide what to do with him.
As far as Misty knew Team Rocket didn't have a device to reverse the shrinking process. They might of but she'd never been interested in finding out. Why would she? Up till this point Misty usually didn't have much sympathy for her victims. Sure they were humans, and they most likely didn't deserve their fate, but Misty really didn't care. She didn't try to justify what she was doing, she knew it was immoral. The thing was they tasted great, a hundred times better than any pokemon meat she could think of! And the way they squirmed all the way down, fighting for survival, punching and clawing at her uvula, trying to wedge themselves in her throat before landing in her tummy and flopping around like a fish, it sent shivers down her spine. She'd found her passion, and it wasn't pokemon, it was eating ordinary citizens who'd been spirited away by Team Rocket. Over time she'd come to sample all different types of humans. Some were defiant and rude. They felt she was a scrawny little tomboy? Fine, they could help provide the nourishment and calories to give her a fuller figure. Some were scared and couldn't even bring themselves to talk. These ones usually made her a little wet. Misty was a rough and tumble kind of girl. She loved being the winner, the center of attention (after years of living in her sisters shadows). When her food could only just stand their and cower Misty felt like a goddess. It was a great feeling. Then their were the kids that were just too young to appreciate what was happening. She could just gobble them up all day if given the opportunity. They were so sweet and innocent. Soft and chewy if she bit down, not crunchy and dry like adults. Their smell, their texture when pressed against her tongue, just their overall cuteness in general, made them better meals than adults. Sure she felt a little guilty sometimes, but if she didn't eat them someone else would. Besides there were probably worse fates out there than becoming a bit of Misty fat.............. probably.......... maybe.............
Misty walked up to Erika, a grass type gym leader, and started discussing pokemon with her.
"These tiny people are actually really great for my Oddishes and Victreebels." Erika explained.
"Really? How so?"
"Well I......" The gym leader blushed cutely, "I've been saving my..... self made fertilizer. Humans have a lot of nutrients in them that aren't absorbed by our bodies. I discovered they'll do wonders for your soil and anything you plant. I figured hey; if they're still useful why not use them? Waste not want not."
"BLEH!!!! That's disgusting!" Misty had, herself, been fascinated by her stool. She found it was pretty empowering to look at one of her logs and find little white flecks of bone sticking out of it. To reduce a living breathing person with a life, loved ones, and many years ahead of them, to nothing more than a turd to be flushed and forgotten was such a power trip. Still, she'd never actually think of handling her feces. That would just be sick.
"No Misty." A voice behind her said.
Misty went rigid, "Huh? N- no what?"
Her sister Violet stepped up beside her, she pointed to Ash whose head was sticking out of her pocket, "No to him."
Misty started to sweat, "I..... um....... er...."
"You're too young for a dildo. You're going to have to eat him or give him to me." Misty tried not to breath a sigh of relief, "Well........ okay Violet." She'd just treat him like food for now and keep him on her plate. Once all the guests had left though she'd sneak away and clean him off.
Ash tensed but didn't fight Misty's giant warm hand. Her fingers wrapped around him and he was pulled from her pocket. The naked boy found himself once again in a hotdog bun. He covered his genitals embarrassed. Misty, who was still his friend despite him being food on her plate, decided to at least ease his nervousness. She brought out the mustard and brought it down towards her Ash dog. Ash stared up appreciatively as Misty squirted a giant glob onto his member. She sprayed a small line onto his chest for good measure. Misty couldn't help but lick her lips. Ash really did look delicious. If she hadn't liked him so much he would have already traveled down her esophagus with her stomach giving him one hell of a make over.
"Mist, are you going to eat me?" Ash asked silently.
Truth be told it was tempting. She was close to Ash but he'd seen too much and he looked (and smelt) mouth watering. "....... I don't think so. Just don't panic, I'll get you out of here by the end of the party."
With that she went back to ignoring him. Carrying the plate with her Ashdog Misty sought out some fellow party goers to talk to.
Ash had traveled with her for quite some time and he felt he knew her pretty well, but never in a million years would he have expected her to be capable of something like this. Sure, she was pretty self centered. When they had first met Ash had mangled her bike in an attempt to save his Pikachu's life. Misty hadn't been too understanding despite being a pokemon trainer herself. In fact she was so furious she refused to take an IOU and decided to stalk him until he forked over a new bike. Along the way, despite all their arguing and fighting, they somehow became friends. Misty, he discovered, was very much a tomboy. Loud, rowdy, and easily angered, it didn't take much to make Misty unleash her giant bone crushing mallet or to make her wrassle you to the ground and kiss her tennis shoes. Ash suspected it was her girly world famous sisters, whom gave her nothing but hand me downs and abuse, that caused Misty to turn out how she did. So yeah, Misty was possessive and quick to argue. She could be bossy, rude and crude, true, but a killer?! Ash was completely stunned. And it wasn't just Misty. The large room they were in was filled with people whom Ash recognized. Trainers he'd won badges from, old friends and acquaintances he had met along the way. Why were they doing this? Were they all cannibals? The whole situation was mind numbing.
Misty belched into her closed fist. The delicate tender young boy had stopped thrashing. Now she could only feel a slight quivering coming from somewhere deep inside the pit of her stomach. Drumming her fingertips against her belly Misty left the refreshment table to talk with guests. Things were starting to wind down and party goers were leaving. Soon enough she'd be alone with Ash and then she could decide what to do with him.
As far as Misty knew Team Rocket didn't have a device to reverse the shrinking process. They might of but she'd never been interested in finding out. Why would she? Up till this point Misty usually didn't have much sympathy for her victims. Sure they were humans, and they most likely didn't deserve their fate, but Misty really didn't care. She didn't try to justify what she was doing, she knew it was immoral. The thing was they tasted great, a hundred times better than any pokemon meat she could think of! And the way they squirmed all the way down, fighting for survival, punching and clawing at her uvula, trying to wedge themselves in her throat before landing in her tummy and flopping around like a fish, it sent shivers down her spine. She'd found her passion, and it wasn't pokemon, it was eating ordinary citizens who'd been spirited away by Team Rocket. Over time she'd come to sample all different types of humans. Some were defiant and rude. They felt she was a scrawny little tomboy? Fine, they could help provide the nourishment and calories to give her a fuller figure. Some were scared and couldn't even bring themselves to talk. These ones usually made her a little wet. Misty was a rough and tumble kind of girl. She loved being the winner, the center of attention (after years of living in her sisters shadows). When her food could only just stand their and cower Misty felt like a goddess. It was a great feeling. Then their were the kids that were just too young to appreciate what was happening. She could just gobble them up all day if given the opportunity. They were so sweet and innocent. Soft and chewy if she bit down, not crunchy and dry like adults. Their smell, their texture when pressed against her tongue, just their overall cuteness in general, made them better meals than adults. Sure she felt a little guilty sometimes, but if she didn't eat them someone else would. Besides there were probably worse fates out there than becoming a bit of Misty fat.............. probably.......... maybe.............
Misty walked up to Erika, a grass type gym leader, and started discussing pokemon with her.
"These tiny people are actually really great for my Oddishes and Victreebels." Erika explained.
"Really? How so?"
"Well I......" The gym leader blushed cutely, "I've been saving my..... self made fertilizer. Humans have a lot of nutrients in them that aren't absorbed by our bodies. I discovered they'll do wonders for your soil and anything you plant. I figured hey; if they're still useful why not use them? Waste not want not."
"BLEH!!!! That's disgusting!" Misty had, herself, been fascinated by her stool. She found it was pretty empowering to look at one of her logs and find little white flecks of bone sticking out of it. To reduce a living breathing person with a life, loved ones, and many years ahead of them, to nothing more than a turd to be flushed and forgotten was such a power trip. Still, she'd never actually think of handling her feces. That would just be sick.
"No Misty." A voice behind her said.
Misty went rigid, "Huh? N- no what?"
Her sister Violet stepped up beside her, she pointed to Ash whose head was sticking out of her pocket, "No to him."
Misty started to sweat, "I..... um....... er...."
"You're too young for a dildo. You're going to have to eat him or give him to me." Misty tried not to breath a sigh of relief, "Well........ okay Violet." She'd just treat him like food for now and keep him on her plate. Once all the guests had left though she'd sneak away and clean him off.
Ash tensed but didn't fight Misty's giant warm hand. Her fingers wrapped around him and he was pulled from her pocket. The naked boy found himself once again in a hotdog bun. He covered his genitals embarrassed. Misty, who was still his friend despite him being food on her plate, decided to at least ease his nervousness. She brought out the mustard and brought it down towards her Ash dog. Ash stared up appreciatively as Misty squirted a giant glob onto his member. She sprayed a small line onto his chest for good measure. Misty couldn't help but lick her lips. Ash really did look delicious. If she hadn't liked him so much he would have already traveled down her esophagus with her stomach giving him one hell of a make over.
"Mist, are you going to eat me?" Ash asked silently.
Truth be told it was tempting. She was close to Ash but he'd seen too much and he looked (and smelt) mouth watering. "....... I don't think so. Just don't panic, I'll get you out of here by the end of the party."
With that she went back to ignoring him. Carrying the plate with her Ashdog Misty sought out some fellow party goers to talk to.
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