title: Dynamax Gone Wrong aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Ropistike] id: [34777089] date: 星期六, 十月 29日 2022, 9:37:46 晚上 modified: 星期六, 十月 29日 2022, 10:16:34 晚上

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Dynamax Gone Wrong

Author: Ropistike Source: Dynamax Gone Wrong

Mick had never seen the stadium so sparsely populated before.

For every seat that had an occupant, there were three others that didn’t, leaving him with more than enough leg room as well no annoying blokes in front of him to distract from the show. A server was walking up and down the stairs, offering beer and other alcoholic drinks to thirsty patrons. Mick flagged him down, resisting the urge to groan at the prices once he was told what they were, and just leaning back with the cold bottle in his hands. Not that guy’s fault the prices were robbery.

A few trainers walked down around the field below them. Two or three Pokemon trotting about in their shadows, too small for him to discern. He looked around, having chosen a seat towards the back of the stadium as he usually did whenever there was a match, but noticing this time that the seats closer to the front weren’t quite as rowdy as they normally were. He stood up.

No one seemed to care he was changing his seat, so he got as close as he could before everything started getting crowded again, and sat down towards the middle before putting his feet up on the empty chair in front of him. Practices like this weren’t normally quite as much of a show as regular league battles were, which left ticket prices low. The Pokemon participated were usually ones that weren’t used to dynamaxing, and that little added danger led to an adults-only rule that Mick was quite fond of. The atmosphere was more like a bar with spectacular live entertainment than anything else. He loved it.

A little closer, he could actually tell what the Pokemon beneath them all were. Three trainers were walking around, talking idly among themselves, each of them looking to be about Mick’s age if not older. A Butterfree, Sneasel, and Mawile was wandering around the field, all of them looking up and around at the spectators that watched them. Mick had never seen any of these particular Pokemon grow giant before, and he was rather keen to see them at it. He drained his first beer and requested another as a few more seats around him started to fill, his fingers crossed that they would respect the unspoken two-seat buffer he had made up on the spot.

Without much warning, a pink glow blinked up beneath them, and Mick watched as the Butterfree’s trainer tossed the dynamax Pokeball behind her. The bug that emerged expanded rapidly, going from a speck he could barely see to something that took up a good fifth of the volume of the field. He cheered along with the others around him, watching the gentle looking bug turn its head around to look at all the now-tiny people around them.

Each flap of the butterfly’s wings sent a breeze out along the stands, Mick’s hair flicking to the side as he watched, taking sip after sip until the familiar warmth of alcohol took its place in his gut. Another trainer was tossing out a Pokeball, and he watched as the Sneasel took over the space on the other side of the field, much closer to him.

This particular Pokemon radiated cold, and Mick shivered as the first wave washed over him. The two giants faced each other off, and he could see the trainers below gesturing at their giant companions what they wanted done. The Butterfree went first, launching a flying type attack was didn’t look like it did much at all to the Sneasel. Yeah, the Butterfree was definitely at a disadvantage here.

The battle continued as Mick let himself relax, just enjoying the spectacle of it all. Most Pokemon in these stadiums added quite a bit of flair and dramatics to the show. These here were really just getting used to launching gigantic attacks at one another, neither doing much in the realm of posing or flourishing. Either way there was no doubt it was entertaining. Mick was surprised at how long it took the Sneasel to finally cinch victory, what with Butterfree being as vulnerable to ice as it was.

The Sneasel jumped with joy as their opponent fell, the landing back to the turf ground causing a rumble that could be felt up across the stands. Mick was always in awe when he saw something like that. These creatures had just so much power at their disposals…

Another trainer took to the field, with the Sneasel still absolutely massive, and went through the motions of dynamaxing their Mawile. The Pokemon grew huge, standing a little taller than the Sneasel was once it finished expanding, and that not even including the just slobbering jaws that hung down behind them. Mick watched the Mawile study themselves, looking down their arms before twisting and taking in the huge horn-jaws before turning around and getting into a battle stance.

At the far end of the field, the huge jaws were now pointing towards the Sneasel, towards Mick. The sight of them made him shudder a bit, as he always found sights like that a little unnerving. The Sneasel went first, launching ice at the Mawile and not accomplishing much of anything with it. If that Pokemon had had so much trouble against the Butterfree, a Pokemon like Mawile with a couple type advantages would be near impossible to defeat.

Sure enough, the Mawile landed on single blow against the Sneasel, sending it falling back with so much force that Mick had started standing up to get out of the way as it fell in his direction. His heart thumping, he sat back down, shrugging it off. It had REALLY looked like that giant was going to fall on top of them.

The skirmishes over, Mick watched as the trainers huddled down beneath them all. Beneath the still dynamaxed Mawile, and wondered if more Pokemon would be brought out for additional practice. He leaned back in his seat as took another sip, draining his second cup, and pondered whether he should flag for a third when he heard a gasp.

He looked up, scanning the field for any newcomers before realizing that attention was on the Mawile. They were hunched over a bit, staring down at the clasped hands in from of them. It took him a moment to realize what was going on before he saw that there were only two trainers on the field. The third, the Mawile’s, was grasped in the giant’s hands.

Mick sat up, staring in bewilderment. He had never seen a Pokemon do that before. The Mawile sniffed curiously at their trainer, the people below waving up at them, saying something that Mick couldn’t make out, when a drop of drool fell from the giant’s lips. It hit the ground hard, splattering a bit and looking like it had gotten onto the people below them. Mick looked back up, and found his eyes widen in alarm as he watched the Pokemon casually place their trainer right between their jaws.

The Pokemon tipped their head back. And swallowed them alive.

A hush rushed out along the spectators as the Mawile smiled, looking around and licking their lips. They took a few steps forward, the other trainers already scattering for the door, and Mick noticed a trail of slobber being left behind by the Mawile’s gigantic rear jaws. The Pokemon stood closer to the center of the stands, facing out over the side opposite Mick and, just as casually as before, reached out into the spectators to grab two people who had been too awestruck to move.

The Pokemon devoured them. Mick was too horrified himself to do anything besides sit and stare, watching as one person was swallowed while the other was left squirming in their other hand. The Mawile moving right onto them a second later.

Three people… Eaten… Right in front of him…

The light in his head flicked on. He had to get out of here. NOW!

He stood up, just now realizing the sheer panic all around him. The Pokemon’s attention was on the other side of the stands, but… The Mawile’s other set of jaws loomed up, casting a nightmarish shadow over all the tiny-by-comparison spectators, and stuck out its tongue. Mick froze mid-run and stared as the tongue simply dragged itself across the first few rows of seats. Dozens of screaming people getting stuck to the big slab of slimy meat and disappearing up between the huge jagged lips. The secondary mouth tilted upwards before a deafening squelch boomed across them all, leaving no trace of any of those people beside a huge lump of squirming flesh sliding down beneath the Mawile’s jaws and disappearing into the Pokemon’s main body.

The giant continued to snack on individual people on the other side of the stands, grabbing two at a time as they all climbed over each other in their desperate attempts to flee. Mick glanced in both direction available to him, realizing that his decision to sit in the middle meant he was as far from safety as he could possibly be.

A lone survivor of the initial lick trembled as he stood up a few rows ahead of him, covered in the same slime that coated the floor and all the seats the Mawile had cleaned up. He briefly considered reaching out to help the guy, but the Mawile’s huge jaws lifted up into view once again. The gigantic mouth parted just barely, the tongue not even showing itself, and quickly plucked up the lone straggler as he struggled in its grasp.

Mick didn’t need to watch the jaw open and close around him to know what came next. He turned and ran, picking just any direction before immediately getting frustrated at how long it was taking the other spectators at getting through the doors. He heard the horrifying sound of the Mawile’s massive jaws opening again, turning to look at the pink abyss as the huge tongue slipped free from it once more. The straggler was nowhere in sight.

The tongue positioned itself down over a group of fleeing people towards the exit Mick had opted not to run to. He briefly felt relived at his decision until he saw the course the lick was taking, and realized just how fucked he was. He briefly considered hopping over a few rows of seats, but the tongue was wiping itself over at least fifteen rows at once. He didn’t have time.

Uselessly, Mick shouted at the mass of people in front of him before just shoving forwards, panic fueling his movements as the shadow sifted up over his head. He heard himself whining in terror as a brief waft of heat was felt across his back before a wet feeling seeped through his shirt. His own push forward was bolstered by the Mawile’s tongue. Flesh heaved against his back, shoving him into the crowd in front of him as the massive lick collected a good third of the people in that pile.

Mick opened his eyes, whimpering pathetically as he watched the stadium seats fall down away from him. The Mawile lifted him up upon their tongue, at least twenty other people scattered around the sticky muscle as it was slowly drawn into the dark and cavernous maw. Mick flailed, pushing himself back along the tongue in an effort to toss himself over the edge of the tip. He saw the Mawile’s main body continuing to snack on people across the stands, the crowd over there thinning to the point that the Pokemon had just collected an armful of people that they were slowly eating at their leisure.

Mick nearly made it to the edge, his arms grasping helplessly off the tip of the tongue before he felt the jaws close in over his middle. He shouted, half expecting them to sever him in half, but there were no teeth particularly close to him. He was just held squirming in place. The jaws slowly lifted up, Mick now so close to the pokemon that he could hear an almost rubbery-squeaking that accompanied each and every movement the horn-jaws made.

Along with two or three other people hanging half out of the jaws, Mick screamed, shouting for help but not seeing any possible direction it could come from. The Mawile turned their head, watching the activities of their other jaws while another squirming prey was casually swallowed down. The jaw opened up, and Mick was treated to a horrifying view of a thick meaty pink slide descending down in the darkness. People beneath him were already sliding down, gliding along the slickened path into the dark squishy depths to be greedily pulled in. He fell along with them, just far back enough that he could see almost everyone else slip past one final lump in the tongue until only their shouts and pleas could reach him.

The Mawile shut their jaws up high above Mick, leaving him and the other group of people whimpering helplessly and forming a slimy heap of squirming bodies ready to be gulped down. Right on cue, just as the thought passed through Mick’s mind, the flesh beneath the mound of people must have opened up. The descent resumed, the shouts amplified in alarm, and Mick felt himself fall until he was pressed between flesh and more prey, squeezed tight as the nightmarish sound of a massive swallow boomed in from all sides.

With that, they fell. Squirming and winding down a long narrow tube. The lump of prey thinned out as those in front fell faster than those further back. Mick tried to hold onto something, but everything in his own existence right now was slick and coated in pools of slobber. He fell, and nothing could stop him, nothing could impede him. He wailed in terror, staring up at the last glimpse of dim pink. Light reflecting off multiple bends of flesh before still somehow reaching him. Still giving him confirmation that a world outside this Mawile’s body still existed, but there was no way from him to reach it.

Flesh crashed in around him, pressing his body tight against two or three others as their squirming bodies was all pushed deeper and deeper into the dynamaxed Pokemon. He reached upwards, noticing that the others were doing so as well. They grasped at each other and at flesh, fingers dragging uselessly against slick walls and doing nothing to stop this descent. Their progress slowed, not in any way due to their efforts, as they reached the end of the line.

Heaps of people beneath them clogged the passage, two or three at a time slipping through the meaty ring beneath them to spill into the Pokemon’s stomach. Those whose faces were pressed into the fleshy walls screamed, pushing and shoving over each other in desperation to avoid this fate. Mick felt a hand pull at his arm, dragging him down as someone tried to use him to climb back up. A slimy bare foot pushed into his face, causing him to slide rapidly downwards. He moaned, breathing as fast as he could and grasping at the slimy bodies that had been squished up above him. A foot slipped out of his grasp as it was finally, inevitable, his turn.

The slimy valve into the stomach expanded for him, swallowing him up with at least one other and letting him tumble down along slick and steep meaty walls until he fell into a pile of struggling prey. The stomach was deafeningly loud. Screaming and squelching mixed together to create a soundscape worse than any he had heard in a nightmare. Mick added to it, reaching at the walls and fighting to keep from being pulled down into writing mass beneath him, knowing the juices were pooling below and waiting for him.

People continued to spill into the Mawile’s stomach. The four or five others from the gulp that had sealed his fate fell in around him, with more and more joining them ever few seconds. The Mawile continued to feed, sending more and more spectators down into these dark and hellish depths. Mick squirmed, trying to push someone off of him as they pulled him away from the slick walls. He tumbled backwards, loosing his footing and landing on the pile of people.

More prey landed on top of him, and he started to sink. The Mawile’s stomach was ruthless, cramming prey after prey inside and compressing them all into one dense mass. Mick felt the thick warm juices beneath him, the scent was disarmingly sweet, just adding to the countless alien sensations that so overwhelmed him. The shouts beneath him were quieting, and he found himself less able to identify individual prey instead of a thick soup of slop around him.

The screams renewed as another mass of people were pulled into the Pokemon’s stomach, the rear jaws having claimed another mouthful and forcing them all down to cover on top of him. He tried to push himself upwards, but it was only a matter of seconds before the weight squeezed him down into the viscous sludge over his head. He tried to struggle, to push and pull and maneuver himself around, but there was just nowhere for him to go.

His own body started to shift in form. His arms and legs were less identifiable than they were before. The sweet scent in his nostrils was expanding, overtaking all of his senses in ways he was unable to describe. His body dispersed, converted to a melty slop and absorbed into the flesh walls that drank at the pool of nutrients available to it. The Mawile claimed more and more, feeding and feeding until the stadium was empty, the prey either fleeing or melting within their body.

Mick felt the movements of the Mawile’s body. A sensation like he was suspended in soft flesh, but without a body of his own. He was cradled and kneaded in every which direction, becoming a part of the flesh that had devoured him. He felt the jaws open and close, felt prey slide through the slick passages that connected maws to gut. He tried to struggle, to push or scream or… anything. But he was not Mick anymore. He was flesh, absorbed and assimilated into the body of the massive Pokemon, feeling everything that they could feel.

Feeling… hunger.