Ben inched himself around the entrance to the dark bog. Scattered snippets of conversation echoed out from beyond the trees. He took a deep breath, the humidity making him sweat, and set off straight ahead.

Ben was, mostly, traveling alone. Having followed postings of a rare Pokemon in the area, he was excited to finally expand his team which, at the moment, consisted only of his Flareon “Blitz”. Uneasy with the dark oppressive atmosphere, he pulled his flashlight and Pokeball out of his pocket, pressing the buttons on both simultaneously.

After a brief flash of red light, his Flareon stood out before him, shaking his head and looking around. Ben scanned the area with his flashlight. The muddy terrain was dark, there were trees and shrubs thickly decorating the perimeter of the tepid water that stretched out before him. Blitz whined a bit at his side, picking his paws up out of the mud and looking somewhat miserable.

Sighing to himself, Ben reached down, scooping his Pokemon up in his right arm, and placing him on his shoulder, his front paws gripping to his shirt and his head nuzzled into the side of his neck.

“Alright,” Ben whispered, “You're my second set of eyes here. There's been sightings of a rare Pokemon in the area, so keep your eyes peeled for any movement.” He felt Blitz's rear paws digging into his back as the Flareon perked up, scanning the surrounding as Ben swept his flashlight from side to side, searching for his target.

They ventured deeper into the swamp, the farther Ben walked, the fewer voices he could hear. Assuming the most likely place for a rare Pokemon that had remained at large for this long would be as far from civilization as possible, he pressed on.

The longer he walked into the darkness, the more uneasy Blitz seemed to get. Ben was beginning to get frustrated at the lack of sightings of any Pokemon whatsoever. He was beginning to dread the long walk back to his inn. “Five more minutes buddy, then we'll head back.” He whispered, sensing that Blitz was getting less and less amused by the minute. He slouched down against Ben's neck, no longer taking his job as a second set of eyes seriously.

Just as he was about to give up, Ben spotted a building head of him. He stopped, shining his flashlight along the wall. Seeing nothing immediately out of the ordinary, he approached the structure. Blitz tensed up as they reached the entrance, gripping tightly to his shoulder. Whispering reassurances, he knocked on the door.

The sharp pangs on the door echoed loudly inside the building. There was no response, but Ben did notice that the door moved when he knocked. Pointing his flashlight in front of him, he shoved on the door. The metallic hinges creaked loudly as the door swung inward. Been took a deep breath and stepped inside.

Having stepped out of the mud, Blitz perked up and jumped down to the ground, sniffing around. Ben followed him, scanning the light around the nearly empty room. Apart from a table and set of chairs, the only other objects in the room was large pod nestled into the corner. Ben stepped up to it, the object was a large metal cylinder, spacious enough for one or two people to comfortably stand inside. There was a control panel on the outside, filled with buttons and switches that Ben did not understand.

Realizing that he had no information about the size of the Pokemon he was searching for, he pointed his flashlight into the small chamber to look around, stepping inside moments after. The inside of the space as almost completely bare. The metal walls curved around the entire thing, with a few small black holes lining the upper portion. A loud beep behind him made him turn around, shining the flashlight back out the door.

Blitz was perched on the empty table, also having snapped his head around to look for the source of the beeping. Another loud mechanical whirring made Ben jump. Light was beginning to emit form the small holes above him, as he looked up, movement caught his eye to the side.

Blitz yapped loudly, and Ben turned around just in time to see the door to the chamber shutting behind him, Blitz running for the entrance but not making it in time before Ben was sealed in. Panicking, Ben started to shout, banging on the door with his flashlight as the noise became louder. He could hear Blitz scratching on the door on the other side. He fumbled in his pocket for his phone, desperately trying to call for help when blinding light filled the small chamber. Ben shouted, his vision entirely consisting of white light as he slipped out of consciousness.

Ben came to with the sensation of something cold and wet against his face. He waved it away and sat up, his head pounding. He blinked, feeling disoriented. There was still some residual light coming from the holes in the machine, but they somehow seemed far higher up than they had before.

Movement caught his eye once again and Ben looked up, nearly jumping in shock. Feeling as though he must be hallucinating, he rubbed his eyes and shook his head, but the image remained. It was Blitz, his Flareon looked to be about fifty times bigger than before, his head about the same size as Ben's entire body.

“What is going on...” He said to himself. Blitz whined a bit, nudging his head with his enormous wet nose. Ben tried to stand up, but wavered and started to fall. Blitz leaned forward, concern in his eyes, and opened his mouth. Ben caught a quick glimpse of his Flareon's open maw, his hot breath intensifying the humidity as he shut his mouth down over the back of Ben's coat. His Pokemon gently lifted him off of the ground, adjusting his grip on Ben before backing out of the machine's chamber.

Ben held on to the front of his coat, his body dangling from Blitz's mouth as he was transported back towards the door. The light was beginning to come in through the windows, meaning that Ben had been out for most of the night. Blitz stepped out of the building and stopped short in his tracks. Ben gasped, his body swinging forward with the sudden stop as he tried to focus on the figure standing in front of them.

Looming high above even Blitz's height was a wild Pokemon. It stood slouching on two legs, it's blue and white leathery skin glistening with dripping swamp water, large dark blue fins on its head and tail. It could only have been the rare Pokemon he had been in search of since they arrived, and Bed immediately identified it as a Swampert.

Quickly recognizing that Blitz's fire typing stood little chance against a Swampert, Ben urgently whispered for Blitz to run. Wasting no time, his Pokemon jumped off to the side, rapidly leaping towards the thick trees in the hope that the Swampert would be unable to follow. Ben gagged, his shirt tugging into his neck as he was thrashed around with the sudden movement. Blitz made it all of ten steps before the movement lurched to a stop.

Ben felt Blitz's mouth open as he yelped, Ben soaring forward and landing hard in the mud. He spun over in the mud, sputtering and wiping the mud from his eyes as he shakily rose to his knees, blinking and searching for his Flareon. He froze, staring at the sight before him. The Swampert towered over his vision, looking down on Blitz, who was currently trapped under its thick three-fingered hand, being pressed into the mud.

A sudden light nearly blinded Ben's vision as Blitz desperately spewed fire up at the Swampert. Ben shielded his eyes, watching as the flames harmlessly washed off of the Swampert's skin. Blitz squirmed in the Swampert's grasp, helpless to the stronger Pokemon as it cupped his partner with both hands, lifting him into the air.

Ben quickly began searching his pockets for anything useful. He pulled his flashlight out of his coat pocket, but was unable to find his phone or anything else that could be useful. All he could do was watch as Blitz was held up above him, impossibly out of his reach. Blitz caught his eye as he was held up in front of the Swampert's face, his Flareon gestures furiously out towards the trees, trying to tell him to run.

Ben shakily got to his feet, still feeling off ever since waking up from being shrunken down. He manage to struggle back two steps before tripping in the mud once more, panting with the effort and staring up at the Pokemon once more. Ben's eyes widened. The Swampert had its mouth wide open, its tongue hanging out the front of its mouth, Blitz being held inches away.

Ben shouted, reaching up before remembering how futile any intervention would be. He was forced to do nothing but watch, stuck in the mud, as the Swampert dropped his Flareon into its mouth. Blitz struggled, flames erupting from the water Pokemon's mouth and doing no damage to the larger Pokemon whatsoever. The Swampert shut its mouth over Blitz, his body halfway sticking out of the Swampert's mouth, kicking at its head as the Pokemon tossed its head back.

Ben watched, his Flareon's tail the only thing sticking out of the Swampert's open mouth, and slowly sliding into the open maw. Ben watched a squirming bulge in the Pokemon's throat slowly slip down along it's white-skinned throat. Flareon's tail vanished from view, and Ben was shaking as he watched the Swampert swallow his partner. Blitz became nothing but a lump in the Swampert's chest, disappearing completely moments later as the lump merged with its bulging belly.

The Swampert lowered its head and body, splashing down into the mud on all fours, lifting one hand to rub against its stomach. It licked its lips and looked around, scanning the ground in front of him until its eyes rested on Ben. He tensed up, staring up the towering Pokemon as it lifted its limbs to walk over towards him. He struggled in the mud, still dazed from the scene of watching his partner swallowed alive.

He made it all of half an inch in the opposite direction before the Swampert scooped him into the air. He held on, lurched high into the air until he was directly in front of the Pokemon's face. He stared into its orange eyes, perched on its open palm, his entire body only barely larger than one of the Swampert's eyes. The Pokemon raised its other hand, pinching Ben's body between two thick fingers and lifting him up. The Swampert opened its mouth.

Ben's heart started to race as he stared down the black abyss of its enormous maw. He tried to pry himself free of the Pokemon's grasp, but his feeble strength at this size made no impact on his captor's ability to keep hold of him. Ben slowed down, fear gripping him, as he began to realize how helpless he really was. The Swampert's tongue lolled out of its mouth, and Ben's body was placed down on top of the warm spongy muscle. Ben screamed, the flashlight still clutched firmly in his hand as he lunged for the light of freedom. The Swampert's tongue retracted, pulling him into the beast's dark mouth. He sat up on the Pokemon's slimy tongue and watched, numb, as its jagged maw closed in front of him, shutting him inside of the Swampert's mouth.

Ben panicked, trying to crawl along on the Pokemon's slimy tongue, his clothes coated with mud and slobber as the tongue rocked beneath him, causing him to slip down a short slope before digging his fingers into the warm flesh.

He heaved himself forward, trying to climb up the increasingly steep slope. He sobbed as he realized that the Swampert was lifting its head up to swallow. He slipped, sliding down the slimy appendage and falling a short distance when the deafening sound of swallowing followed a sudden movement all around him.

The flesh rippled, opening up beneath him, and forced him down into an enclosed tube of hot meat. He fell rapidly, his body fell in short free falling bursts, occasionally being caught by the slimy walls before falling even farther, forced deeper and deeper into the Swampert's body.

He struggled, trying to fight against the Swampert's throat muscles, but only really causing his own swifter descent towards the Pokemon's belly. His body lurched to an unsteady stop, his back pressed down against a slowly parting valve of flesh. He clawed feebly at the rippling throat muscles, knowing that the monster's stomach was just beneath him. The flesh beneath him parted, forcing his head and arms into the humid chamber. It was at that moment that he realized that he had at some point turned the flashlight on.

He briefly dangled upside down, held in place by the stomach valve as he slowly passed through it. He took in the sight of the Swampert's stomach. Squirming pink muscle funneled out below him, a sack of flesh and bubbly fluids that held one huge meal. Blitz was crammed up in the Swampert's stomach, his body curled so that he was laying on the bottom of the stomach on his back, his head pressed into the upper stomach walls and his wet tail thrashing on the other side.

Ben slipped farther into the stomach, dangling out into open air. Blitz perked up, catching sight of him just as he slipped free of the flesh and dropped, hurtling straight for the puddle of stomach juices pooling over Blitz's mid-section. The wet Flareon lurched forwards, his mouth opening and clamping down over Ben's legs, catching him just a hair's width above the stinky digestive juices.

Blitz lifted him up, the Flareon's body crammed into the tight confines of the Swampert's belly, cradled by hot wet flesh. His fur was matted down with slobber and stomach juices, and his hind paws were scratching relentlessly at the stomach walls. Ben dangled from the Flareon's mouth, feeling his tongue lift him farther into his mouth so that he could he held more firmly. Blitz gripped him gently, the heat from his breath twice as intense as the natural heat of the Swampert's stomach, he took a deep breath, the strong fishy scent was overpowering.

Not knowing what else to do, Ben held the flashlight steady, trying to focus on the places where Blitz was scratching, wishing he could do more to help them escape their desperate situation. Blitz whined, and Ben scanned the stomach, noticing the walls seemed to be pressing harder inward. The juices beneath them began to rise, and Ben looked around, scanning the slimy pink walls and finding trails of trickling fluids. The stomach was filling with digestive juices.

Blitz started to panic, the Flareon thrashed in the Swampert's belly, splashing in the thick and bubbling juices. The fluid level was rising, covering most of his partner's struggling body. Blitz shifted, shakily holding himself up so that he could keep Ben out of harms way among the digestive juices. Realizing how much his presence was hindering Blitz ability to fight, Ben shifted between his Pokemon's jaws.

With time short, Ben watched the fluids continue to rise, his options limited, Blitz shifted Ben's position in his mouth. Ben felt his partner's tongue slip up beneath his chest and pull his body into the Flareon's mouth. Slightly started, Ben dropped his flashlight, watching the glint of light hit the liquid and sink down to be nestled among the bottom folds of flesh in the Swampert's stomach.

Blitz eased his mouth shut, holding Ben inside, nestled against his tongue and pressed into the roof of his mouth. He squirmed inside his Flareon's maw, far more cramped than that of the huge Swampert's, and felt his tongue curl up over his face. The tongue worked him back and Ben felt the familiar sensation of a throat pressing against him. Ben's mind raced, and the realization slowly began to dawn on him. Blitz's best change of damaging the Swampert enough to escape meant he needed to breathe fire, so there was only one place Ben could be that was even close to safe...

Blitz swallowed. Ben cringed, urging himself not to struggle out of fear that he could hurt his partner. Blitz's throat squeezed him far more tightly than the Swampert's had, and he slid down the tight winding tube slowly. The heat was intense, he felt sweat beading up on his skin, mixing up with the combined salivas of the Swampert and the Flareon and lubricating his passage down into his Flareon's stomach.

His bare feet guided the way down, Ben idly realizing that at some point he had lost his shoes. He continued his descent down into the Flareon's stomach, feeling a hard ring of muscle press up against his toes. He urgently hoped that Blitz's stomach wasn't as hazardous as he feared. The situation was dire, Ben felt his feet pass through the hard ring of flesh, the intense heat of Blitz's stomach coated his lower legs. Ben continued to have urges to struggle, the flesh of the Pokemon's throat pressing up against his entire body, gripping him on all sides in the total darkness.

He slipped faster as his body was guided into Flareon's stomach. His lower body dangled briefly before his feet pressed down against the bottom of his stomach, splashing slightly in a shallow pool of stomach juices. Ben felt his heart race, wishing with all his heart that Blitz was making progress with his escape from Swampert's belly as he slid into yet another one himself.

He slid out rapidly, his face braking free from the tight grip of flesh and pushed into the somewhat cramped quarters of Blitz's stomach. He law still, curled up in the same position as Blitz himself, the back of his head cradled in the folds of the stomach walls with his legs pointing up on the other side of the fleshy chamber. The flesh gurgled around him, a rumbling sound echoing around the belly.

Not knowing what to do Ben held himself still, trying to arch his back in such a way that he wasn't soaking in digestive juices, occasionally slipping and splashing down into the liquids again. He felt the stomach shift and jolt once in a while, taking comfort in the knowledge that Blitz was still conscious and fighting. The situation was still overwhelming him, finding it hard to grasp that he had been swallowed twice in the past thirty minutes, and that he was technically now in two stomachs at once.

Ben lay in the darkness, soaked in sweat due to the intense heat of being inside the belly of a fire-type Pokemon. He shifted his position often, worried about the effects of Blitz's stomach acids and hoping against hope that something would happen sometime soon, as his supply of air seemed to be dwindling.

Ben felt himself dose off, catching his head from falling forward. He shifted among the slimy stomach walls, the spongy flesh pressing against his skin as he stewed in the stinky juices. He tried to take a deep breath, realizing that his supply of air was either dwindling or completely out. He shifted once again, pressing against Blitz's stomach in what he hoped as a pattern he could feel, trying to signal that he was running out of air but knowing that the specific message would not be delivered. As he felt himself slip out of consciousness, curled up in his Flareon's belly, he felt the walls pulsing around him, the stomach walls pressing hard against him as he blacked out.

Ben opened his eyes to find himself face to face with Blitz, the Flareon's face inches away from his own, his eyes full of concern. It took Ben a good half minute to remember the whole ordeal and recognize that the Flareon was not towering above him.

He sat up, surprised to find himself in a bed. Looking around, he determined that he was in some sort of medical facility. His attempts to stand up were halted both by a doctor that he had not noticed before, and Blitz, who bit down on his sleeve to keep him in bed.

It took a while, but he had managed to get the full story out of the doctor. The Swampert in question had been caught by another trainer, leaving his Flareon suspended in the free air to topple to the ground immediately after. Blitz had then regurgitated the unconscious and still shrunken down Ben, the two of them rushed to this establishment moments later.

The ordeal had left Ben weak and shaken, feeling utter stupid for a number of his decisions that day. He rested his hand on Blitz's head, who had fallen asleep curled up beside him. Feeling grateful for the devotion his partner had shown, Ben made the decision not to follow any more wild goose-chases for new strong additions to his team, at least for some time. He rested his head down on his pillow, and began the process of catching up on some much needed sleep.