Deadly Sin

“The heads on their arms do not have brains. They use all three heads to consume and destroy everything. [...] It responds to movement by attacking. This scary, three-headed pokémon devours everything in its path!”

The bright blue sky, free of even clouds, was only marred by a single black dot. A dragon, flying far above the ground, far away from its proper environment in the mountains. It was restless. It was searching for something to solve its boredom and hunger, ideally together. It was a Hydreigon… and he just noticed his prey. In the snowy forest below, there was a very visible (to him, at least) multicolored group of pokémon walking through.

In the forest, a pokémon team was heading to their next mission. Leading the group was a Cacturne. Then following them were Bounsweet, Magby, Mime Jr., Whismur, and Baltoy. Each them were adorned with a blue and orange striped bandana somewhere on their bodies, marking their team membership. They were in high spirits, having been rather successful up to now. Unfortunately, it wasn’t to last.

The Whismur heard the dragon first. Her ears picked up his piercing dive, at which she shrieked to warn her team. But by the time the rest of them recovered from her deafening cry, she was pinned to the ground beneath a Hydreigon foot. The rest of the team jumped into a defensive position, except for the Bounsweet, who seemed paralyzed by the towering dragon. In fact, the main head stared directly at him and licked its lips.

Despite the obvious threat, the Cacturne, gentle as they were, tried to reason with him. It wasn’t to be. The dragon dived forward with his primary head, easily engulfing the Bounsweet in his mouth. He didn’t swallow immediately, savoring the incredibly sweet flavor of the berry pokémon. While he did that, the Mime Jr. acted quickly, jumping up and trying to slap her companion out of his maw. Immediately, a hand-mouth came up to intercept the tiny psychic. It grabbed her by the neck, then turned and engulfed her head.

With the sight of two teammates in two different mouths and a third under-foot, the rest of the team moved into action. The leader gave directions to the two remaining pokémon, then disappeared into the forest around them. No matter for the dragon. He could handle two runts. Neither of them had any sort of type superiority over him. In fact, knowing his own type, they were likely just distractions for the Cacturne to sneak up on him.

He grinned deviously, with cheeks full of Bounsweet, deciding to humor the two in front of him. Even with one hand ‘occupied’, he could take them. Snow melted beneath the Magby as he seemed to charge up some sort of attack. It was a simple stream of flame, coming from his mouth. The Hydreigon did his best to sneer as he stuck out his free hand and fired back a much more powerful dragon pulse. It easily overrode the tiny pokémon’s flames, knocking him out before he could even dodge.

The Baltoy seemed to act erratically with the fainting of their partner. They attempted to throw some chunks of lifted earth at the dragon, who easily deflected them with a flap of his wing. While the Hydreigon played with his prey, Cacturne lurked behind him. They were looking for an opening on his back, readying up an armful of needles. His right wings were open, with the left trio closed on his back. They could see the Whismur still struggling under the dragon’s paw. The last thing of note was his tail, which looked a bit odd.

Regardless, it seemed like they had all the opportunity. The Cacturne unleashed a volley of pins from their arm, actually seeming to give the dragon pause. They smiled, figuring that might hurt him more than the rest of their team’s moves. They jumped down, readying another group of pins to use while they rescued Whismur. The small, pink pokémon seemed delighted to see her leader, though obviously in pain. Then her eyes widened as she saw a head come up behind them.

Turning around as quick as they could, the Cacturne came face-to-face with a gaping maw. Before they could react further, their own head was enveloped by a damp heat. The Whismur couldn’t do anything but watch, not even able to really scream with most of her body against the ground. The Hydreigon’s main head turned around, grinning at his fourth prey. The slight mutation, a fourth tail-head, was often very, very useful for acquiring food. Magby dangled unconsciously from his previously free arm, leaving no spare mouths to feed. Time for his favorite part.

Simultaneously, he swallowed with all his throats. The savored Bounsweet easily began to descend in his entirety down the main throat. His arms began to gulp down the Mime Jr., head-first and the Magby feet-first. While the impulsive psychic flailed, Magby remained unconscious even as his body began to disappear into fleshy depths. The Cacturne struggled without effect while they sank into the dragon’s tail.

With his mouth freed of food, he made no attempt in hiding his pleasure. His tongue hung out while he panted from the feeling of swallowing food four times over. The berry pokémon, admittedly went down easier than he would like. The Magby going up his right arm was boring as well, but he very much loved the struggling coming from two of his prey. They were lively, full of fight despite the helplessness of the situation. Just how he liked it.

Swallowing with all four throats, as enjoyable as it is, was kind of exhausting. All those muscles working together lead to something of a workout, though it’s for a great cause. First to fall into his acidic stomach was Bounsweet, splashing face-first into a pooling green fluid. The Mime Jr.’s struggling weakened as more of her body was wrapped by very tight flesh, almost as if she was being swallowed by a snake. The cactus pokémon’s lankier body provided more time to try and fight, but somehow their spiny skin didn’t seem to affect or even slow down the dragon.

Magby dreamt, briefly, of a wonderfully warm lava bath. It was actually quite a bit cooler than lava normally is. Then he remembered seeing the light of dragon energy and he woke up. He was dangling in the air, upside-down. He could see Baltoy, spinning in place slightly above the ground. Forcing himself to bend upwards, he locked eyes with his predator. The Hydreigon smiled at him, glad his prey was awake. It wasn’t a very pleasant smile, instead triggering the Magby into attacking again. Before he could spit out another fireball, the dragon licked him with a relatively large tongue and left him dripping with sticky spit. The move left him stunned and sputtering. Before he could react again, his head joined his body in the crushing heat.

Yes, he did so enjoy this. The tiring yet wonderful sensation from swallowing these lively prey gave him a feeling of ecstasy. He was able to relax further as each of his throats received the entirety of their respective meals. His gut squirmed lightly from the berry pokémon within it, providing him with a fond memory of its taste. He most certainly made the right flavor decision in this particular event. Checking his surroundings, it seemed he was rather free to do as he pleased. The Baltoy was still acting oddly in the forest’s opening, though they seemed to be calming down now. Underneath his foot was still the Whismur, but she was quiet and rather unmoving now. Not dead, he made sure of that. But perhaps her spirits were broken. Traveling up his tail, and arms as well, were squirming bulges and all the pleasure that came with them.

Finally, all at once, his food entered his belly. He rested both of his secondary heads on his gut, waiting for the swelling feeling to come. Each of the pokémon entered simultaneously, leading them to collide as they entered the stomach. Cacturne bumped into the back of the Bounsweet, surprising him as they came in. The head of Mime Jr. hit Magby’s feet at an angle, before they both slid out of their valves and crashed onto the other two pokémon already at the bottom. The last sphincter closed as their leader popped into the stomach wholly, leaving the whole acrid space somehow even more uncomfortable. They were all squished together with their spiky leader in the center, Bounsweet on the bottom, and the other two oddly pressed into the stomach’s walls.

From the outside, Hydreigon (and Baltoy, if they were paying attention) would’ve seen the dragon’s gut distend rather grotesquely as three living pokémon entered it all at once. It adopted a bizarre shape as a result, with two sides of his belly having a rather distinct shape from the prey inside it. And as a result of the sudden fullness, he released a monstrous belch that knocked some snow off the trees. Then he gave a hearty laugh to no one in particular, slapping his belly with it. An ineffectual internal punch served as a reply, followed by the shaking and squirming of his gut.

It was no use and he knew it. Even feeding all his mouths simultaneously, no one had ever escaped his gut. Having four pokémon (or humans, on occasion) seemed to actually make their odds worse, given the compact space. But he appreciated the effort. It was all the more enjoyable the livelier they were. His stomach growled in response to the activity, waking it up quicker than it might otherwise. That was another reason he enjoyed lively prey. Really stirs up the metabolism.

He was forgetting something. He couldn’t just leave these other two out of the fun. There were a few other… unintuitive openings for them. The Whismur finally had a use now. Steadying himself on top of her, in one swift movement he kicked her under his rump, then simply sat down (or fell down). With her round shape, the rabbit-like pokémon easily disappeared up him. That alone was incredibly pleasant, even arousing. He grinned at the slowly spinning Baltoy, finding a use for them too.

Beckoning them over with some smooth-talking, Baltoy floated over without much caution or hesitation. The dragon inspected the small psychic who behaved so strangely. Psychics didn’t work on him, but he knew how to work on them. He whispered sweet nothings about joining the rest of their team or maybe joining with him instead. It seemed like they needed a tether to keep focus, after all.

It was convenient then, that taking Whismur deep into himself, into his digestive system in reverse, opened up the sixth opportunity for consumption. Almost on top of Baltoy, the dragon’s girth began to grow. It was striking in the snowy forest, a fiery bright red. Grinning at the clay doll pokémon, Hydreigon gingerly picked them up. They offered no resistance whatsoever, seeming to await almost eagerly whatever fate the voracious pokémon had in store.

Fully erect, his cock beckoned for stimulation of any sort, preferably what it was rather familiar with. And he would gladly deliver, sticking the Baltoy headfirst into his slit. The pokémon’s shape made them incredibly easy to insert, yet their two legs gave a delightful amount of resistance as they slid down the lubricated insides. The dragon joked about the Baltoy being a toy, cackling to himself. All the while his stomach squirmed, intestines shuddered, and dick quivered.

In another thrilling simultaneity, Whismur entered his belly (from the bottom) while Baltoy squeezed into his balls at the same time. Though no outside observers were left besides himself, his middle was notably and ludicrously stuffed. Two ‘bellies’ seemed to conflict for space, though one was very obviously smaller. He burped again as even more air was liberated from his gut, then laid down on his back and started to massage his gut.

On the inside, there were two vastly different experiences happening within each chamber. The incredibly crowded stomach was easily the more obviously hazardous one. The pokémon that had been in there the longest, Bounsweet, had lost his form entirely. He was a magenta pool of mush that Whismur was pushed through when she entered the gut. The three others, Cacturne, Magby, and Mime Jr., were losing shape as well. They dripped down onto Whismur, only barely holding consciousness. Their leader did their best to comfort the rest of them, despite the situation. At least it wasn’t painful. Magby even considered the stomach to be comfortable, if it weren’t at the same time digesting him alive.

Meanwhile, Baltoy was having a solitary experience within the dragon’s sack. The space was too small to levitate in any degree, with a rather heavy and squirmy other sac pressing in from above. Not to mention the ominous gurgling noises. For them, the main threat seemed to be an excess of thick, white cum. It was horribly sticky, dragging them down deeper into the pooling mess of it. They quickly started to realize the true nature of it: it was attempting to turn them into more of itself, dragon batter. They… didn’t have a problem with this. In their logical (though distorted) mind, this made sense. It was a good use for them.

All fun must come to an end, and that was definitely true for the dragon. The squirming within him died down as each of his sacs melted down their respective meals into different matter. His stomach, over time, smoothed into a uniform, multicolor soup, ready for further processing. Similarly, the lone Baltoy melted down to nothing more than thick, white cum for a later date.

Or perhaps right now, to decorate the occasion. Coming to his feet, the Hydreigon forcefully hit his chest to conjure up a belch. Releasing the last solid remains of the pokéteam with it, a pile of bones and striped bandanas landed in the clearing. He sneered at the pile, still rather small for formerly being five pokémon. His length throbbed for release, which he would gladly provide. His secondary heads provided quick but very enjoyable stimulation, bringing him to orgasm in no time at all. Jizz shot out in bursts, quickly drowning the pile of bones with spunk of the same color. With the whole group reunited again in their new forms and blended into the snowy ground, Hydreigon took into the air. He’d be satisfied for a bit, but he knew surely enough it would soon be time for another feast.