A story involving my recently created OC Noah with him as a predator. This will be the first time I have ever posted my writing on here, so I hope you all enjoy it.

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Lake Prosperity was always so beautiful this time of day. The way the setting sun lit up the blue of the lakes surface into a cascade of orange and red hues was one the wartortle could only describe as beautiful.

Granted, it wasn’t as if there was an abundance of lakes surrounding his town, but regardless he thought that there was no lake that could match the sight of this one.
Taking a deep breath, the wartortle would savor the feeling of the cool, spring breeze gently brushing past his face and shell, before resuming his stroll past the tranquil body of water he so often frequented.

He did not know how long he spent strolling along the lakes edge, only that at some point he would have to eventually make the trek back home if he wanted to make it there before dark. He wished he could’ve stayed here a bit longer, but he knew that dangerous Pokémon come out at dark, and he would rather be in the comfort of his own home rather than in the gut of some large predator. . . but he could afford to spend a few more minutes enjoying the view.

Taking a seat by the lake’s edge, the wartortle would simply gaze at shimmering lake water. Drinking it the image of those lights rippling and shifting atop the water as the gentle spring breeze continued to blow. Causing the dandelions to sway ever so slightly as one or two unlucky seeds would find themselves dislodged and carried only a short distance away from the weed.

As the wartortle found himself lost in the scenery, he would suddenly find himself interrupted from his doldrums by a voice he never heard before asking “Mind if I sit here?”

Looking to his left, he would be greeted by the smiling, friendly face of a slowbro he’d never met before. “Oh! Not at all!” He stated as he patted down at the grass beside him. “Thank you kindly.” The slowbro said as he prepared to sit himself down, adjusting his tail so that the shellder shell would be in a more comfortable position.

Once he had planted himself beside the wartortle, the slowbro would simply extend out a hand before saying “It’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Noah, what’s your name if you don’t mind me asking?” Taking the offered hand, the wartortle would give a quick, simple handshake before stating “Sam, and same.”

Parting hands, the two would seemingly go back staring at the lake’s surface; however, the wartortle was secretly side-eyeing the new arrival. Eyeing him over to see if he could find out anything more about the Pokémon sitting next to him.

The slowbro was definitely taller than he was, by a whole head at least from what the wartortle could estimate. Also, something about his coloring seemed a bit off? Was the shellder on his tail supposed to be bluish?

He would be disrupted from analyzing the newcomer when the slowbro would suddenly let out a yawn. “Hehe, sorry. I guess all my wandering has got me a bit tired.” Sam would immediately find himself letting out his own yawn. Odd? He didn’t feel tired earlier? Then again, he had been walking for a while, and he guessed that finally taking the time to sit down would help his body realize how tired it was getting.

“Same here.” He said as he raised a hand to rub at his eyes a bit. Noah would just simply look at him and give a small smile before asking “Do you know a place nearby where I can stay? I really don’t want to be stuck out here after dark. You know how dangerous folks out here can be.”

Sam would simply nod his head as he pointed down the direction he came from. “There’s a town down that way. The inn there is both good and cheap. It’s a bit of walk, but if we head off now, we should be able to make it there before dark.” He stated as his eyelids started to feel heavier and heavier. He knew there was no way he could’ve been this exhausted. Something was wrong.

“Is something the matter~?” he heard Noah say. The warm, sweet tone only serving to send shivers down his spine as he looked back at the Pokémon sitting next to him. “My, you look tired! Would you care for a rest~?” he said as he reached out towards the wartortle’s shoulders and pulled him in close.

Sam tried to struggle against the slowbro’s grasp for a bit, but he found that it was quickly becoming harder and harder to keep his eyes open, and his limbs started to feel like he was swinging around lead weights.

“Come on! Stay awake! Stay awake!” Sam thought as his movements became more and more sluggish, his vision becoming hazy his eyes drew closer to closing forever. “Don’t worry bud, I can guarantee that you’re going to have the deepest sleep you’ve ever experienced~” Noah said as he pulled Sam against his body, the friendly face he once had now contorted into a manic grin. As Noah licked his lips hungrily, the last thought that Sam formed before losing consciousness was that the slowbro smelled oddly sweet. Like sugar.

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The moment the wartortle’s eyes closed, Noah knew he had one. It’s amazing how susceptible people were to Yawn when they didn’t expect it. However, now was not the time to revel in his trickery. He had a meal ready to eat after all.

Wasting no time, Noah would open his maw and engulf the wartortle’s head completely in it. Coating it in saliva as he took the time to run his tongue over the face of his food.

Satisfied with how he tasted, Noah would grab the wartortle by the hips, as bit by bit, he drew more of the unfortunate Pokémon’s form into his maw.

With every consecutive swallow, the wartortle’s form would disappear more and more down Noah’s insatiable gullet.

Before long, the only thing left outside of the slowbro’s stomach was the wartortle’s tail, which quickly disappeared into Noah’s mouth. Never to see the light of day again.

Patting his stuffed gut, Noah would let out a contented sigh. Happy that he had found such an easy prey to capture. “Thanks for being so friendly my good man~. You certainly helped me out~.” He teased, before a sudden, uproarious belch would come and escape his lips. The sound of it echoing out into the open air as Noah simply snickered and rubbed his belly.

Deciding that he had spent enough time savoring how full he felt, Noah felt it was time to make his way to the town the nice fellow had mentioned.

Picking himself off the ground, making sure to account for his occupied middle, Noah would stabilize himself, before he started making his way towards the direction he was told the town was located.
Meanwhile, in his belly, the wartortle formerly known as Sam would sleep the remainder of his life away. Blissfully unaware of everything around him, even as the stomach acids would start their work.

Sam would disappear from the world without even a struggle. No one, not even himself, aware of his fate as but a layer of pudge on the belly of a friendly slowbro.