Ayy, another Story! This time a Pokémon Story c:
(yes, my Sona can understand pokemon language cuz magic idk)

Pokémon belongs to Nintendo
Fenja belongs to me
Cover Art by meeee c:

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“WHAT?! WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME??!”

“I simply said, you are not fit to take care of her. Do I need to repeat myself again?”

“GRRRRR!! You take that back! Right NOW!”

“Whyever would I? You have deliberately proven that you are far too reckless and irresponsible. You're unfit to serve as her guardian. Simple as that.”

“Why– you–!!”

Two Months… nearly two Months of this… This bickering. Fenja watched from afar as Mewtwo and Charizard were at it again. It hadn't been nearly this bad when the Charizard had first joined their little Team. He certainly added some… Fire (lol xD) to the group with his loud personality. But the Second He realized the other Pokémons protection Measures when it came to their little Human companion, His fire was stronger than ever.

Fenja couldn't ever say that each Trip into the gut of the fire Lizard was a boring one. He would like to tease her on occasions, squishing her between his slimy, Hot walls, gently poking her or randomly gobble her up out of nowhere. Sometimes, He would like to stuff himself with berries as well. Which wouldn't be a problem, usually… If Fenja wouldn't just so Happen to also be inside said Dragon. Mewtwo and Goodra weren't… Fond of his practices, Especially when it came to her safety.

Fenja sighed sadly as she watched two of her guardians fight… As they often liked to do. Charizard always seemed to have something to brag about and Mewtwo always seemed to have something to criticize. Mewtwo stood with his chest puffed out, his arms and paws behind his back, a cold smirk on his lips while Charizard looked ready to explode with anger, the fire on his tail flaring in his rage.

A slimy, purple paw landed gently on her shoulder. Goodra lowered her head towards the girl, a worried expression on her face. “Are you alright, little one?” She asked in a motherly fashion, tilting her head slightly.

Fenja nods without looking away from the two Pokémon squabbling. This wasn’t New but… It was never pleasant to witness. It was like your older brother fighting with one of your parents. Not pretty.

The girl takes a deep breath and walks towards the two powerful Pokémon. It never actually did anything, even when she tried to walk between them but she would always try to break up the fight.

*Try*

“You are reckless and immature. How anyone can believe you would be a suitable guardian is a mystery to me. You could not take care of a caterpie. You'd get them killed before they reached their Second week After hatching.” Mewtwo remarked, his voice calm and even. Charizard looked about ready to tear off his head.

The dragon snarled fiercely, smoke escaping his nostrils. “I CAN and HAVE taken care of her just fine! You have no idea what you're talking about.” Charizard argued, a low growl in his voice. He tried, very, very Hard to keep his voice low and calm but his blood Was boiling underneath his scales. How He wished He could swipe that smirk right off that cats face. The Grass around his feet began to wilt and darken.

Mewtwo raised his eyebrows, “Oh? I have no idea, hm? Well, then let me joggle your memory. As far as I'm aware, and I'm sure Goodra can back me up in that, the last time you gallivanted about with your stomach full of Fenja, you were Attacked. By a Pichu, no less.”

Charizard blanched. A Hot flush colored his cheeks Red for a few moments. “I… That was…”, He shook his head vehemently, trying to gain back his composure. “That… That was one time! ONE time!! Don't tell me nothing ever happened to her while you or the *other* mother hen over there, (He Pointed at Goodra with a claw) had her inside you!”

Mewtwo grew very silent, his smirk freezing on his face. The air around him seemed to Drop in Temperature. He leaned towards Charizard, his smile morphing into a snarl. “Allow me to enlighten you. *We* do not meander about with out bellies full of our charge. *We* do not make Pokémon believe we are Monsters for eating a prey alive. *We* don't have Pokémon attacking us because they want to save said prey. Because *we* do. Not. Put. Her. In. Danger.”

A heavy silence followed. Fenja stood there, feeling a bit out of place despite the conversation being about her. What… Could she possibly say now to make them stop arguing? Mewtwo wasn't wrong… He and Goodra usually hide someplace After they swallow her to avoid confrontation with any other wild Pokémon or Trainers. Or even worse.

Charizard stared back at Mewtwos icy glare. Then huffed and turned his head away, snorting out a puff of smoke. “Fine. That wasn't… The best move for me to make. But I can still take care of her. I'm not an Invalid. I can and have kept her safe and sound. Most of the time, anyways.”

“You might have, yes. But can you guarantee her safety? Can you think with your head for once instead of your gut? Can. She. Trust. You.” Mewtwo inches closer, his blue eyes digging into crimson Red.

Charizard scales were ruffled. His wings twitched in Agitation as He fixed the cat with a harsh, fiery scowl. “Don't you dare! I am perfectly Well Equipped to guard her! I CAN do it!! Don't you DARE doubt me!!” He snarled, small strings of fire bursting out between his sharp teeth.

Aaand there we went again. Fenja mentally sighed as they went back to bickering, the Atmosphere getting heated again. “Guys, please… I just–”, but Mewtwo Held up a paw in Front of her, stopping her mid sentence. Yet again, she was ignored. Yet again, she didn't have a say. She wasn't a child! She was Well in her right to voice her own thoughts and opinions! Too bad said thoughts and opinions seemed to bounce off of These purple and Orange walls.

“Oh? If that was the Case, if you were really as great of a caretaker as you said, we wouldn't be having this conversation now, would we?” Mewtwo crossed his arms over his chest, his tail lazily swishing behind him. “So excuse me for doubting your abilities, when asking you to be more careful seems to be demanding too much.”

The fire lizard Was positively fuming, his tail swinging side to side. “That is IT!! You and me, fight, NOW!!”

Mewtwo chuckled good humoredly. “Really. You would like to suffer another defeat at my hand? Are you aware of the last times you challenged me? What in Arceus’ Name makes you think it'd be any different this time?”

Charizard didn't hesitate. He didn't care about past losses at this Moment. All he cared about was wiping that smirk off the legendaries' face. He roared in Hot fury as He lunged at the psychic Pokémon, readying his claws, despite not knowing a physical claw Attack. He just went into it in a blind rage. But Mewtwo easily intercepted him with a raise of his own paw. A blue hue appeared around the Dragon and He froze midair. Charizard snarled and growled and howled in anger, his limbs flailing wildly but unable to connect with his target. So He opened his mouth wide and went for the Flamethrower. Mewtwo, however, saw that coming and quickly maneuvered the dragon in his psychic grip so that the burst of fire would aim at the sunny sky.

“You really are quite the fool, aren't you? Spitting fire with reckless abandon while we are in a forest. Tch.”

Mewtwo's comment enraged Charizard even more, if at all possible. But a Quick Look down at the small form of the girl He swore to protect reminded him why He should ought to be more conscious where He threw his fire. Still, He clawed and squirmed and writhed in Mewtwo's hold, his fury still very much there.

Mewtwo sighed. “Fine then. Seems like you need to cool down.” Mewtwo Pointed his paw towards a shallow river, the dragon now floating over the water. Charizard yelped slightly in shock and quickly swung his tail as far away from the water as He could.

“Feeling like calming down yet?” Mewtwo asked casually, his paw raised up and glowing a blue hue. Charizard sent him a withering glare and puffed out Hot smoke. But, eventually, He had to Concede and with a reluctant grumble, He nodded. Mewtwo eyed him sceptically, before placing the giant lizards’ feet back onto the grassy ground.

Fenja sighed in relief as Goodra wobbled next to her, a soft smile on her face as she regarded the fire Pokémon. He seemed to have finally calmed down, the Atmosphere less tense as before. Goodra pat Fenja on the head before walking up towards the psychic cat, engaging in a casual conversation After all the fuss.

At least that disaster Was averted… for today, Fenja thought to herself with a tired smile as she watched her two older Guardians talk. But Charizard only had eyes for her small and vulnerable Form. His anger Was still bubbling under the surface and as his protective instincts rushed over him like a wave, He didn't even hesitate.

Before the girl could even protest, He had already scooped her up and brought her close to his wide open maw. “Char, wait–!!”, but it was too late. Both Mewtwo and Goodra turned around just in time to watch the Dragon swallow down their charge with greedy gulps. Not even the legendary Pokémon would have been fast enough to stop him.

His neck distended as He hastily gobbled up his tiny, little Human. She was squeezed through his gullet, pushed downwards by his powerful muscles. The yellow skin around his midsection tightened as his abdomen swelled with the small life it received. Charizard didn't even notice or care about the shocked looks of the other Pokémon, so deeply devoted was He to get Fenja where He believed her to be safest.

He let out a huff, followed by a satisfied grunt, his claws moving up to gently knead and cradle the distended mass, gurgling and glorps audible from inside. This was right where He wanted her to be. She had been standing there, vulnerable and unprotected, his older brother instincts had just kicked in as they liked to do around her. There had been little choice in his mind, even as his body was still burning Hot from his previous anger.

Meanwhile, Fenja was unceremoniously dropped into his gut cavity. And felt like she had just been pushed into a bath of lava. It was so hot. Unbearingly Hot, even. His insides were practically bubbling with heat as she squirmed about, trying to escape the stifling space. She gasped, tears of pain stinging her eyes, the fleshy insides of her fire Guardian burning her skin. It had never ever been this bad, usually He would start out a lot cooler and then would gradually raise the temperature inside himself. Her body was not used to the sudden increase in warmth and she knew her skin was turning red even in the darkness of his stomach.

“Char… Char… please… it hurts…. It Hurts…”

Her weak pleas for relief reached the dragon as He licked his chops as if He had just ingested a filling meal. He blinked and looked down, his Brain slowly realizing that He might have made a teeny, tiny mistake. A jolt of panic ran through him like a thunderbolt. He had completely forgotten to lower his inside Temperature!!

“What in Arceus’ Name– Charizard!!”

But Charizard disregarded the angry shout of the psychic Pokémon as He rushed past both of them, his feet scrambling towards the river. He nearly toppled over as he held onto his bulging middle and half flew, half sprinted on his way onwards. He practically lunged at the water, getting on his knees as He began to take long, big gulps of water, sending them splashing right on top of Fenja’s head, leaving her drenched in his slimy stomach fluids and water. The sudden cooling fluid caught her off guard After she had been jostled around so much from his running. “Ah–!” She gasped and froze.

Thankfully, Charizard stopped drinking After a few more gulps, panting and huffing as He sat back on his tail, water Droplets Dripping from his snout. “You… You alright in there, little snack?” He managed to ask between breaths for air, rubbing and patting his, now more, stuffed belly. The squishy flesh gave way underneath his claws as He waited for an answer from inside, ignoring the sloshing noises.

Fenja couldn't answer for a good few Seconds, her body still dealing with the sudden cold that was seeping into her bones. After a few more moments, she sneezed and shivered. Charizards’ heart sank a little at that. From searing Hot to freezing cold… that…. couldn't be good, right?

“You… Uh… you're not…Going to be sick, are you?” His voice Was careful, hesitant, lacking the usual confident growl. Unusual for the Hothead as slight, but nagging doubt festered in his mind. He… didn't just make his fragile, little Human sick… Did He?

Goodra and Mewtwo stomped towards him, looking like very, very angry and disappointed parents. Looks like He was in trouble now…

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Let me know if you want a part 2! I still have some ideas for this lil fanfic.

Thanks for reading!!