Here is the story made by More than Just a Friend, for the First Time
Sitting inside on the sofa, a young Kirlia reclined utterly bored at the abysmal form of entertainment that is daytime television.
Lazily sitting against the red couch, the Psychic Pokemon's eyes glazed over from sheer boredom, idly observing once again why such forms of enjoyment never gathered a reaction from her mind, an entity normally very receptive to such powerful triggers: THERE WAS NOTHING FUN ABOUT IT!
Yet on that afternoon, Kirlia had nothing better to do but hope that the box of electronic display could somehow fill the current void of nothingness, activity-wise. If only...well, if only there was another like her residing at A's amazing mansion in the outskirts of Crossroads. A male, a Pokemon, someone of her own kind to share these hidden thoughts with, the imaginative desires that she held close to her heart. As the emotive Pokemon, she naturally felt what others did...but why could no one understand her pulls, her heart's desires?
This quandary, a perplexing issue to be sure, hits all teenage girls, be they human or Pokemon. But this was a far simpler time for me and my companions.And by the way, i'm A, the young and well-blessed boy mentioned in Kirlia's woes. Like i said, life was simple for us...until today, that day, the day my heart changed forever.
As Kirlia sat, slowly enthralled by the nonsense of the sitcom or soap opera, I underwent one of the most truly terrifying moments of my life. In my panic i tripped against the baseboard of the library door, desperately trying to reach the parlor where Kirlia lounged. My eyes were opened wide in a frenzied confusion that compared to nothing else. I was only a boy; what in Arceus's name, in God's name was happening to me?
I groped at the carpet beneath me as i felt a tug against my still-downed feet. "Kirlia! Help me!" my youthful voice echoed in my own ears, a shrill panic i thought i'd outgrown long ago. But my dear, my friend Kirlia, the empath who always knew my emotions and troubles...she couldn't hear me, couldn't feel my struggle?
My plea was met with nothing more than a mumbled "Ugh, 2,000 channels and nothing to watch" from Kirlia. My fright escalated to a misplaced anger, as i thought, You want a show? Turn around, touch your heart, Kirlia! I need you! The pull against my legs gave a sharp rapport, and i was slowly being drawn back into the library. "No!" i shouted again, "Please help!" I grabbed for the open door but my clinging to it only pulled it closed more, a lever action that left me closer to my fears. "Oh, hey A..." Kirlia halfheartedly called back to me, my plight unseen by her unfocused eyes.
My final "Noooooooo!" was drowned out somehow by the sudden surprise of success in Kirlia's T.V. time, as she said to no one but herself "Oh, here's one..."
The door closed with a band, but Kirlia missed even that; her channel surfing had led to a discovery, and she contentedly settled on a show. But the real event was occurring just beyond that closed door.
Inside the library my cries of alarm hung in the air. The lavender coils of Arbok, my dear friend Arbok, were looping around my torso and arms. Only recently had she evolved from my sweet, innocent companion Ekans, and the result had been larger than life. Her size now was considerably greater than my own; a twelve foot long snake at least, who easily now 'stood' at eye level with me. But the most unexpected result was her power now, an incredible strength locked withing the muscles of those loops, that bound me now closer towards her. I couldn't see for my self, but Arbok's eyes were actually a bit downcast, saddened it seemed by something my fright couldn't understand.
"A..." she chided in a soothing yet crafty, almost seductive voice, "i'm disappointed...you actually tried to run away from me." The loops of her long, serpentine body now drew me closer, flipping me upright as she looked into my frightened eyes. But her disappointment didn't last long, as a smile broke upon that face, a face i thought cared about me, loved me...
"Hmmm, don't worry. I'll make sure you won't run away this time." I tried to be tough, swallow my fears and stand up as the Trainer i thought i was. "Ugh..l-let me go!" But my protests only brought on a lick from Arbok's silky tongue across my cheek. She laughed, too, something that filled my confused heart with both anger and dread.
"Hmmm," she pondered as her long tail end held me almost upside-down in her grip. "This is my first time to do this with you, so i want to make it special." Her face was so calm and relaxed that i couldn't bear to believe she was being so rough with me. But her words expressed her true feelings. "But, i want to hear you beg." I couldn't indulge this, how could i? So i struggled more in her coils, but that only made Arbok hold me tighter. "Ngrr..." i grunted out, "W-what are you doing, Arbok?"
She smiled again. "Swallowing you, what else?"
And my life came crashing down. From an Ekans, from the very start, i'd raised Arbok, and loved her and watched her grow with anticipation and pride. But here, here in our home, a gift of our accomplishments together, the tables weren't just being turned--they were being broken. "What? Arbok! Are you crazy? No, Don't!"
Emotion began to overwhelm me. Despite my skills, my practice, I was only a boy; here I was certain that i'd lost my best friend, and now she was using me for something horrible. "Please," I DID beg in the end, "don't do this! I don't, i don't want to-"
"That's right, struggle," she snidely taunted. And then i felt something so new, so surreal, i didn't dare to think it true. But it was. A slow, seeping dampness in my socks, a warm trickle that started to reach my feet. But the sensation was impossible; no, it wasn't. Spit. Drool. Saliva. Arbok's warm, wet maw which she was pulling me into. "Please, Arbok...no..." I moaned, I couldn't hold it back. Betrayal, unrelenting fear, all from a best friend? I broke down there and would not stop. Countering the warm and wet and sticky saliva on my feet (and now, my shins and calves), the cold salt-water tears of a child began to flow down my face. I couldn't fight it, i couldn't explain away my feelings of utter fear and despair.
My breath hadn't yet reached the sharp sobs of the cries of a child, but i knew it would. I hated it, i hated my smaller stature and my youth in that moment. Why couldn't i shut off my reactions, and deny Arbok of this forbidden pleasure? But the tears slowly fell, anyways, just like the yearnings of youth that i was sure i'd never feel again.
After all...she was EATING me. All that I thought i knew said that was a one-way trip, an awful end, that i had no choice but to be locked into. "Please...please don't eat me. Someone, help me..." My pleas were getting weaker as a hopelessness set in. Arbok's response was so offbeat, so wrong to me that it just made the tears come faster. "Hmmm, i don't think that's an option at this point, A." And she was right, for my entire lower half was now sucked into a tight, wet squeeze, so different and dangerously scary than any i'd known before. It was a pulsating warmth, a tangible desire inside her mouth that scared me so. I could feel a reverberating heartbeat that sounded like a death march, puling me closer with every push from her tail...and every move of a new sensation: a swallow. Arbok gulped at my legs, pushing them down into this squishy, tight tube that extended God-knows how far down into her purple prison of muscular motion. My hands brushed against her gums and i pulled them back rapidly, pressing them against my side in fear of the fangs that could pop out at any moment.
One horrifyingly strong swallow later, and my entire torso was inside her mouth. The wet, sticky sensation surrounded me now, with a warm breath filling my atmosphere. In my immature mind, the hot vapors and exhales that pleased Arbok so reminded me of Hell...and the tears returned in full force, as i sobbed against the ridge of her lower jaw. Arbok's response broke my heart: "Salt...am I tasting tears, A?" I wept even more, I forced my cries louder as that heartbeat sounded off again and again in my ears. "Uh-uh huh," was all i could gasp out between my sorrows. And there she went again, chiding me in a soothing voice. "Oh, you are just the PERFECT prey!" So cool and collected, how heartless could she be to me?
I closed my eyes as my head entered her, saliva soaking my hat and goggles and dripping onto my face...the trail of tears, mixed with the the natural tonic of taste, her saliva. "Please, Arbok...s-stop..." I cried, begging this nightmare to end. "Oh, suck it down, A" She responded, still so calm and almost caring, cherishing in her voice, not the sarcasm i'd expected a triumphant traitor to carry in their attitude. But that followed, with her usual wit that didn't even come close to amusing me. "Oh wait, that's my task, hee hee!" And with that, Arbok carried out that task, a loud Gulp! shattering my pleas for good.
I saw as i started back, the daylight outside of her, the books and windows with their white curtains and that silly red throw rug that i'd do anything to stand on safely again. All of this was framed by the pink and red internal flesh of Arbok's mouth, a scenery and hope that vanished quickly. I desperately reached up with my right arm, trying to grasp any thing just as her gullet grasped me now. Arbok's esophagus closed around my arm, and i was engulfed. The walls of that wretched tube were lined with her juices, a wet cocktail of slick, slimy film that covered me slowly from head to toe. It even ensnared the tears that still fell downward, the same direction Arbok's swallows were carrying me. The soft, squishy walls left no room for recovery, only a smothering smooth swallow that would end me. "N-no..." i tried defiantly, "i'm not yet...giving up..." but my voice betrayed my bravado. I was weak, and i knew it...and Arbok did, too.
"Fighting back, are we? That's cute...but it's far too late for that." I could only grunt a little more; i flailed my arm against her face, but I was lost. It was over...i slumped my arm and she slurped it down with no delay. Resigned and rejected, I wept into that pinkish flesh as she swallowed me whole.
I didn't want to speak to her, i didn't want to do anything. That voyage, the slide down had been such a contrast to my struggles and fight to survive...but it didn't matter. Resisting or not, i ended up in the same place: Arbok's stomach. The loud gurgling noises seemed to diminish as i ended my descent with a slick squish inside her innermost chamber. But nothing mattered; the slimy, dripping walls of wet stomach muscle had me held and captured. I was miserable, waiting for what i was sure would end in death. If i had cared, if i had hoped, i would have noticed how suddenly relaxed Arbok's entire body became, just as soon as i was safely inside.
Arbok looked down at what was easily the biggest and most satisfying meal of her life. The bulge in her tummy was living proof of a dream she'd had since she had tasted A once, a long time ago, as an Ekans. Though she knew he couldn't see it, her red eyes that had just been so intent on predation and domination were now filled with a loving affection and peace. Her thoughts and emotions came out, unfiltered, to her now-protected prey.
"Oh A...i expected so much from you." She was almost regretful, she hadn't meant to horrify or harm her friend so. "Don't you see, little one? I trusted you, I entrusted myself to you, I...I love you. I just thought you'd return the favor..." Arbok realized then that she couldn't make A feel the desires she had; she couldn't force him to love her in a way that he didn't understand. And so the silence from the unmoving form in her stomach, rising and falling only with the natural rhythms of her insides, became unbearable. She didn't know what to do, what to say. Trust him, she thought. He would never hurt you...and you didn't want to hurt him. Trust that he understands. But trust became more of a leap of faith for Arbok as no response came from her ingested friend.
Arbok began to despair as well...maybe this wasn't a good idea. Maybe you've gone to far. Maybe--maybe the desires you've had for so long were wrong all this time...then what? What would i--
"A-Arbok?" The unsteady voice echoed around inside her belly, rocking her to her core.
There, within Arbok's stomach, within a place i was terrified and torn, i heard her real response, her reasoning...how can I explain what i felt? It wasn't quite peace, or understanding, but nor was it anger or guilt, either. "Hey...Arbok? If this...if this is what you really wanted, then it's...it's fine." What brought me to say that? It was love, i suppose. I never wanted to believe she'd hurt me, i never wanted to doubt her. Hearing her reasons, her desires, moved something in me that i thought would be immobile after her eating of me. It moved my heart, my never-ending desire from the beginning of all of our adventures: to make my Pokemon, my friends, feel loved. That i'd care for them, put them before me at all costs...now i understood the price, but as i lay inside Arbok's soft stomach, i was willing to accept.
I still feared what would come to me...digestion...death inside of her. But i knew now that i'd have to be willing to make that sacrifice; i just loved her too much. Gathering my courage and affections, I called up to her, "If i am to go...then i'd prefer no other way. You can take me, Arbok." Recalling my attitude of superiority as a human, i remarked "And i'm sorry for being so selfish,too."
I felt above me, Arbok's tummy was pressed down by her tail, which lovingly caressed me inside her. "That's what i wanted to hear, A." But I knew more than that--it's what she, a natural predator, needed to hear from the one she loved enough take in as her prey.
So there, inside the most unlikely bed in the world, i curled up amid the squishy folds of her stomach and her slippery juices and closed my eyes, for what i knew may be the last time. But nevertheless, as Arbok rocked my body back and forth in her belly...the smallest of smiles came to my face.
Years later, I can look back and smile about that day, just as i smiled in the end. I truly did die that day, i died to my own selfish whims as a trainer. I became more than a friend to her...i became a part of my dear Arbok.Pasted from <[link]>
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