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John wished he hadn't taken his time in the previous town and just set off for the next town right away. The route to the next gym city was steep and with the cold windy air, it wasn't making it any easier on him. He felt as though he was being watched for a while now as well which made things unsettling but was likely just all the wild pokemon. According to his map there was a lone pokemon center and an inn halfway to the city which he'd need to stop at for the night.

The raccoon was relieved when he saw the lights of the buildings in the distance. He almost sprinted for it when he heard crying off the path that sounded like a little girl in distress. Turning to look and see if he could see anything amidst the trees as he yelled out, "Hey is someone out that, are you alright?" Hearing what he heard sounded like a help followed by a growl, John made his way through the dark trees.

Following the noise, he came to a clearing, seeing a little raccoon girl about to get attacked by a zoroark. Both turned their head toward John and before he could pull out a pokeball from his belt, the zoroark bolted. He held onto a ball even after the wild pokemon was gone and ran to the little girl. "Hey, are you alright?" John asked as he looked over her with the dim night light to see if she was injured.

Sniffling, the girl turned towards the bigger raccoon and nodded. "My... my brother was right behind me but I lost him, you have to help me find my brother mister," the girl said sadly to John with a worried look in her eyes.

"Where did you last see your brother?" John putting the ball back on his belt as he helped the girl stand up. She pointed of towards a path in the trees leading further away from the road. "Alright, let me take you to the inn then we can get more help to find him."

She didn't like that idea though as she bolted off towards the path crying out, "Rocky!" Conflicted about what to do first, John then ran off towards the girl helping call out her brother's name. The forest was quiet and seemed to get even quieter the further he yelled out along with the girl, something was unsettling but he couldn't figure out why.

Out of breath John stopped and placed his paws on his knees. "Hold up, I need a moment to catch my breath." He was tired and it had been awhile since he slept or ate anything. "Actually do you mind if I close my eyes for a couple minutes? I haven't slept since yesterday and it'd help to find your brother. Just wake me up in a few minutes." She didn't say anything but seemed okay with it. John then sat in the grass, setting his backpack down and leaning against the tree shutting his eyes.

Once he was passed out, the little girl grinned before the illusion dropped completely and instead of a little girl there was a full grown zoroark standing there. Trainers were so easy to fool and made excellent prey in the zoroarks opinion. All they needed to do was disguise themself as a child and they generally fell right into their trap.

Luckily for the pokemon this raccoon was tired, meaning they wouldn't even have to fight their pokemon. Bringing a claw down to their belt, cutting off the piece of leather and setting it aside. They'd let the pokemon go after all it'd be cruel to leave them stranded in there.

Zoroark considered their options as to how to eat this raccoon. They'd prefer to eat him by his feet first but he could wake before he even got those pesky clothes off. This one would just have to be eaten head first, the pokemon decided. Leaning down, they looked at the trainer's face one last time before opening wide and pushing the head into their mouth. Knowing that he'd stir awake soon, the zoroark grabbed onto the shirt and ripped it right off, opening wide to stuff the shoulders into their jaws and push the head into their throat.

John woke back up, feeling the wet humid flesh around his head. Seeing the small bit of moonlight shining in from between the jaws before his head was stuffed into the dark gullet of the pokemon. Feeling the tongue go over his chest and belly, tasting him while claws tore at his pants to take them off. Squirming in the grasp of the zoroark, he tried to call out for help but his words muffled by the flesh holding his muzzle shut.

The zoroark always enjoyed the squirms of their prey. Taking another gulp to bring the shoulders into their gullet. Keeping their paws on the hips of the male, to hold him somewhat still until they could lift him into the air and let gravity assist with the swallowing. Hearing the very quiet muffled cries brought a grin to the zoroark's jaws.

He started to cry a bit within the tight esophagus of the pokemon, each passing second more hopeless than the last. The jaws working over his belly and just as they got to his hips, he felt the jaws swing upward. His legs and tail now flailing in the air above the pokemon. Nothing seemed to help him at all, in fact every little movement he made only seemed to please them more.

It had been quite some time since the zoroarks had such a delicious prey item. Wanting to enjoy every second of it that they could but their rumbling stomach was so hungry and craving to be filled. Reaching into their jaws, they grabbed the underwear with a claw, tearing them off as they gulped once more drawing the hips into their gullet.

With his hips being drawn inside, John could feel the tongue lick over his thighs. His muzzle pushing past the tight entrance to the stomach immediately smelling the stale air inside. Once his shoulders were pushed down into the stomach, he felt his body slide down the gullet faster. Legs and tail practically being slurped up like noodles. Head pressing against the bottom of the stomach pushing out against the tight space within.

Outside the zoroark brought a paw to their stomach, running over the bulge that was starting to form within. The raccoon having to curl up tightly as those slender legs and tail were drawn into their mouth. Stopping at the paws, closing their jaws around them, feeling the last twitches and squirms on their tongue. With the tail flicking outside the jaws before the zoroark gave one last final big gulp, slurping the tail up and claiming the raccoon fully as their prey.

Inside John was curled up tightly into a ball, the tight stomach walls were almost crushingly tight. He could do nothing more than lightly fidget within the tight space and listen to the sounds. Faintly he could hear what sounded like the pokemon ruffling through his backpack. Though for the most part the only thing he could hear was the gurgling groans of the stomach along with the pokemon's breathing and heartbeat.

Opening their jaws, the zoroark let out a mighty belch, drawing the air inside the stomach out, making it all the tighter inside. It wouldn't be long now until the raccoon closed his eyes for the last time and would be digested down into a nutritious soup for his body to absorb. Sitting down right where the raccoon was just moments ago to relax and rub over their gurgling stomach.

Over the next few hours the zoroark's round stomach would shrink back down to their usual slim belly. Letting out a small burp, the zoroark grinned as they faintly tasted the raccoon in their breath. Looking over to the belt, the zoroark realized they should release the raccoon's pokemon. Getting up to their feet, zoroark threw the shredded clothes into the backpack and brought up an illusion to appear as the raccoon.

Grabbing the belt, the zoroark hit the button on each of them and let the pokemon out. Looking over the four of them, speaking in the raccoon's voice. "You're free, get out of here." Two of the pokemon looked confused while the other two bolted off into the forest. The ones that stayed likely had been with him the longest. "Go on, get out of here, I'm sick of training and having pokemon." Throwing the belt into the forest along with the pokeballs, the zoroark grabbed the backpack and walked off down the road leaving the pokemon there. Being sure that the pokemon would be fine with their new freedom.

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Several days later the zoroark was hungry once more, this time taking on the disguise of a young male rabbit to lure in a female of the same species. Grinning as they heard the trainer come their way. The zoroark did rather enjoy tricking trainers like this.