This is an RP I just concluded with the great  PassionateInferno! His minotaur Giovannie gets a hearty weavile meal when Rocky stumbles upon his cavy home. But how can a bull eat before making his food massage him?

The weavile wearing glove and sock-like fabrics on his paws and footpaws was looking for food, but most of the berries in his area were dead from the cold. He was now staring down the mouth of a dark cave, conflicted about what to do. He needed a place to sleep, as wolves and bears were probably out to hunt. He needed to make a choice between becoming a meal or sleeping in a potentially bat infested cave. His instincts told him to take the cave, what was the worst that could happen?
"It'll be fine, though I can already smell something a bit rank around here." He told himself before entering.
Giovannie clop-stomped through his maze-like home, keeping an eye on anything unusual. He had returned home from a nice hunt that took several hours, and was now on guard-duty before he went to sleep for the night. He had caught a nicely sized deer, which he had already eaten whole and had already digested down into a nice layer of fat. His belly jiggled and swayed as he walked past the walls of his home, eyes and ears open for any intruder. He hopes someone would sneak in here, as he liked having a nice snack before bed.
Rocky hesitantly advanced through the shady interior of the bull's home. Though he didn't realize it, he really should have stayed outside and risked any predator who wouldn't be cruel about it. He sniffed the air. There was definitely someone who was occupying the cave. They have a bovine smell to them, which wasn't too threatening, as cows were herbivores. If there was such an animal in there, hopefully they wouldn't mind if a small Pokemon stayed the night in their safe cave. Around the corner he could sense heavy movement. Nervously, he turned at it.
"Hello? Is there someone here who would like to offer me a place to stay? I'm a lost weavile."
Giovannie's ears twitched at the sound of Rocky's voice. He gave a short huff before he sped-stomped towards it. He turned the corner and saw the weavile there, looking nervous and somewhat scared.
"Well, well, well," He said, looking straight at the pokemon. "Lost, are we?" He started to walk closer and closer to him, his height exceeding the mons. "If you need shelter, I know just the place."
The lost weavile gulped and backed against the wall at the immense bull standing fully upright before him. He didn't even know that Minotaurs existed just beyond the stories of them he heard. He thought they were fiction, but here was one looking down at him intently, wearing nothing but a loincloth around his waist. He could feel himself starting to sweat a lot.
"Uhmmm. Thanks a lot, Mister Minotaur, I... wow you're very tall. All I need is one night here, then I promise to be out of your fur. I don't take up much space, and I promise I'll be quiet."
The minotaur gave a toothy grin as he towered over the weavile. His stomach growled a bit, and he licked his chops. It was clear to anyone that Giovannie was hungry, and he was seeing the perfect snack in front of him. He bent down and picked up Rocky with his two fingers by the scruff of the pokemon's neck and lifted him up to where his eyes connected to the bulls.

"Sure... I'll give you a place to stay for the night," He replied back to Rocky. "You'll stay nice and comfy in my stomach forever!" He opened his maw wide, drool dropping from the roof of his mouth to his tongue. The slick appendage was caged in white, blunt teeth meant to tear through grass and greens, yet possibly powerful enough to hold prey in place. Giovannie held the weavile there, as if letting the 'mon admire his maw before the bull sends him to his final place
Rocky readied to scream as the bull's foul breath covered his entire body. His nose crinkled in disgust and both the smell and the slimy drool that fell on his face.
"No! Please you can't, I'll do anything! I can be of way better use to you while I'm undigested. Give me a chance, plus I'm wearing indigestible fabric on my feet and paws, not to mention that weavile meat has countless diseases! I'll be your slave instead of losing my life right now!"
The Pokemon whimpered a bit more as he kicked his feet around, which were nowhere near the cave floor because of the Minotaur's great height. He squirmed more as he anxiously locked eyes with the bull, whose tongue was still hanging out of his mouth.
Giovannie pulled Rocky away from his salivating maw. He slid his tongue back into his maw, and stared back at the weavile. All of his excuses were very unbelievable, however there was one thing that got his attention.

"Anything you say?" He said, a fiendish grin slowly curling across his lips. His grip still tight on the pokemon, he stomped his way around the walls, heading to his bedroom. "I know exactly what you can do." As soon as he entered, he slammed the wooden door shut, locked it up and dropped the Weavile down on the stone floor. The bull pulled out a chair that seemed a bit too small for him and sat on it, his fat sagging down on his legs. He held up his hooves towards Rocky and grinned. "My hooves have been aching like mad. How about a nice hoof-rub?"
Rocky looked up at the sadistic Minotaur in disgust. Two huge hooves were laid out in front of his comparatively small face, and the odor coming from them was not the most pleasant thing he had ever smelled. But he would do anything if it meant keeping his tail undigested.
"Alright Mister Minotaur, that doesn't said that unreasonable. My feet probably could use similar treatment, not that I expect you to be so kind or anything. I...I'm the slave, I accept that."
With a quick cringe across his face, the weavile extended his paws and grabbed the massive hooves. Slowly he got under them and squeezed and rubbed all around, even using his claws to get in the middle of the hooves for maximum pleasure. Then he put his paws on the surface of his hooves and almost sensually rubbed back and forth on the bull's rough feet.
"Ack... I hope that this is to your satisfaction, as I have never massaged anyone's feet before."
The minotaur let out a relaxed grunt as the weavile dug its claws around the soft parts of his hoof. It had been far too long since he had his foot massaged, and it even felt as though the stiff kinks in the hoof were being worked out. He gave a toothy grin at Rocky before replying.

"You're doing just fine, pipsqueak," Giovannie replied back. He waved his other hoof at the 'mon. "Remember to get this one as well, or else you'll end up in my gut!" His stomach growled rather loudly after he said that, wanting something, anything within it.
The weavile swallowed in terror as he moved on to the Minotaur's other foot. He once more dug his soothing claws into the more sensitive spots under the hoof. He gave some scratches with his claws before coming back up to the top and smoothly dragging his paws back and forth on the surface. He got deep under the hoof's middle and massaged and squeezed sensually enough to make a dragonite blush. For best access he brought the foot against his chest, and the giant hoof nearly took up a majority of his body, though he wasn't keen on his body smelling like a bull's foot.
"I think I'm about done with both of them, sir. I hope you are relaxed now. It's getting late, and you probably wish to go to sleep so if you want me to do anything else for you, then just ask."
Rocky wagged his tail. He noticed that his footpaw fabrics were getting filthy from the cave floor.
The minotaur let out a sigh of satisfaction after the Weavile was done. His hooves felt so much better, better than years before. However, the bull has a few more ideas in mind.

"Now now," Giovannie replied back, "I'm not done yet. I have two more things you have to do for me." He bent down and lifted Rocky up from the floor. He then plopped him down on top of his large belly, and grinned. "Your next job is to rub my belly. It hasn't been kneaded in ages." His stomach rumbled and groaned, shaking the pokemon on top of it. "Unless you want to sleep in there tonight."
The pokemon almost moved to protest, but he knew there would be no purpose to it, as the bull was clearly determined to give Rocky a couple more jobs.
"okay, sir. It's no problem at all for me."
Rocky wobbled a bit on the minotaur's gut. It was large and spacious, not to mention a bit flabby as fat hung down from the sides of his loincloth. Since he wanted to be finished with this degrading task quicker than he was with the feet, the weavile decided to use his paws and his feet alike during the rubbing. With his paws he rubbed and scratched the bull's upper belly and lower chest while massaging his abdomen with his soft feet, where his toe claws provided even more pleasure than his paws did. But sitting atop the beast made Rocky feel violated. He was in an intimate place with the bull, and he had on more than one occasion kept his threat of eating him. Nonetheless, his feet felt magical along the minotaur's lower gut.
Giovannie moaned in pleasure as the weavile scratched and rubbed all over him. It had been far too long since he had someone rub his gut up and down, so this was the best feeling he had in a long while. His stomach slowly ceased its rumbling.

"Ooh yeeaahh!" He said. "Just a little more and you'll be done."
Rocky sighed as he let his feet and paws continue their shamed pleasuring. What got him through the disgust he felt was his belief that the Minotaur would keep his word about not eating him. He scratches and rubbed away at the bull's flabby belly, while Rocky was nearly face down against the bull's fur, which didn't have the best smell, which didn't surprise the weavile because he didn't see a bathtub anywhere. He rolled his paws up and down on his master's flesh, applying soothing pressure on the tired muscles.
"Ugh... my arms and legs are aching now, sir. I'm terribly tired now, are you satisfied or is there something else you now demand me to do?"
Giovannie grinned at the weavile, but not in a genuine way. He let out another satisfied huff, then he patted his giant hand on the 'mon's back with gratitude.

"Thanks, pipsqueak," He said. "That felt really good." His voice then went serious. "However, there is one more thing I need you to do." His hand moved down from Rocky's back to his rear-end. His grin went from the faux-genuine to sinister. "I need you to feed me!" The minotaur opened his muzzle wide once again and swiftly tried to shove Rocky into his gaping maw.
Rocky didn't have enough time to prepare a defense with an ice beam of a shadow ball, as his claws were now struggling to keep the minotaur's maw open so he wouldn't get shoved in any further.
"No no, stop! I did what you asked and you said I did good! You can't eat me! If you do I'll freeze your stomach so bad you'll never digest anything again!"
Rocky felt the assault of the bull's breath wash over him, and his fat slobbery tongue was now coating his torso with drool. As he struggled, one of Rocky's sock-like fabrics on his feet slipped off and fell on the bull's belly. Once Rocky gets digested it would be a great thing to keep as a trophy to sniff and remember how tasty a morsel the weavile was.
The minotaur thought Rocky tasted great, almost like a ice cream of sorts. He didn't notice his meal's sock fall onto his rotund belly, as he was preoccupied with his food. He dragged his soft yet thick tongue all over the weavile, coating every inch of him in his thick drool. Once he had felt that his meal was well-coated, he tilted his head back and pushed a bit more into his maw, swallowing some saliva in the process. After a few moments of holding him in his maw, he opened up his muzzle and did a few audible yet powerful gulps to send the weavile down to his new resting place
The poor Pokemon did everything he could to find something to grab onto, but in a slimy and slippery maw, there were no options available. The weavile made a large bulge as he traveled down passed the beast's chest, and he landed in his huge stomach with a thump, soon starting to get coated in acid and his fur already started dissolving. He was too freaked out to even realize that one sock was all that remained of his existence outside the thick layers of bull fat. It smelled deliciously of him.
"Spit me out! You'll be sorry if you don't!"
In a last ditch effort Rocky shot his strongest ice beam at the stomach walls around him. But they were way too strong and the acids melted the ice quickly.
Giovannie licked his lips in satisfaction as Rocky slipped into his hungry belly. With all the thick fat around his stomach, you could barely see any bulges or signs of struggling from the outside. He sat up from his chair, only now noticing the sock on his chest. He took the sock and placed it on his desk, thinking he'll deal with this later. The minotaur's stomach gurgled and glorped happily with its new meal, and he let out a rather loud belch to suck all the air out from within.

"You were super delicious, pipsqueak," He said to his belly. He stomped now to his bed, his belly jiggly as he did, and plopped down on his bed. He patted his large belly happily as it gurgled at him. Suddenly, an idea came to his mind. "You know, if you rub the inside of my hungry belly, I might spit you out," he lied. He never lets any of his meals go, as once they are in they'll leave as fat. But he wanted to get as much out of his prey as he could before he either falls asleep or the pokemon digests away.
Rocky didn't believe what he just heard, considering that he was now doing everything he could to fend off having any more fur digested. But what option did he have? There was no way he was going to freeze acid away forever, so he took a pause from temporarily saving his life and, in the same soft and soothing fashion as he rubbed his fatty exterior, Rocky began rubbing the interior stomach linings. While he was doing that, the sock that was still on his foot dissolved and sunk below the acids, leaving nothing left of it.
"There! I'm doing it! I hope you enjoy it you fat lardy stinky bull! I hope your intestines freeze over so you have a slow and painful death, but that possibility can be prevented if you let me OUT!"
He started pounding and banging and shooting ice at the stomach walls, and his gut groaned loudly, as if had to work harder than usual for this Pokemon prey.
The minotaur chuckled as Rocky massaged and rubbed his stomach walls. He continued to gently rub the outside of his belly as the weavile's movements went from kneading to struggling once again. He listened intently to his stomach gurgles, feeling the constant movement from within his large belly as his meal is slowly digested. The struggling was his favorite part, after all, as it was soothing to him. He could do without the ice, though it didn't bother him too much.

"Alright, alright," he said as he stopped rubbing his belly. "I'll let you out..." He yawned loudly now, and his eyes began to droop. "After... after a 8 hour nap." He then shifted to his side and his breathing steadied, and he soon fell asleep.
Right then and there Rocky knew he was doomed for good. There was no more bargaining he could do. The stomach was fetid and its smell was nauseating, and he was running out of oxygen and energy to keep up his attacking. Minutes later the weavile was fully passed out and digesting in the giant pool of digestive juices. In another several moments his tail, back, and half his arms were digested. Four hours into the minotaur's sleep there were no more remains of the Pokemon in his stomach, as whatever little was left of him was now going through the intestines of the bull. All that was really left of him was the sock on the table that smelled strongly of the pokemon's natural scent, which was enough to make any predator salivate. His gut gurgled one last time as Rocky's remains traveled deeper in the bull's body, providing a pleasant sensation that would make him moan once he wakes.
As morning broke on the outside, inside the cave Giovannie awakes. He sits up from his bed and stretches his back and a yawn escapes from his lips. He looked down at his grumbling belly and gives it a pat, feeling the new layer of fat that was added from his weavile meal.

"Now you'll be a part of me for years to come, pipsqueak," he said to his rumbling gut. He soon catches the scent of his past meal, and soon spots the sock on the table. He lifts it up, gives it a few whiffs and, shrugging, tosses it into his mouth and gulps it down. It wouldn't fit him anyways, so might as well make a small snack out of it. "Well, time to get a move on. You'll probably want out now." He then started to move out of his cave, ready to do his business in a bush somewhere outside, then possibly hunt his breakfast.