The stadium roared its approval when Garchomp made his way into the arena. The confident pokémon waved a finned arm to the crowd, reveling in the waves of adulation. The dragon- and ground-type would be the first to tell you that he wasn’t invincible, but the streak that he’d been on lately certainly made him feel it. It’d been weeks since his previous defeat, and it was at the claws of a respectable opponent. Garchomp’s spirits were high and he had no intention of losing his latest match. The opponent was kept a secret, the only hint to their identity was that it was a newcomer to the Pokkén Tournament scene.
No way Garchomp would lose to a newbie. Not by a long shot.
Garchomp took his position on his side of the arena and cut loose with a bellowing roar. And the crowd responded with a cheer to match. He craned his neck around with a fierce grin, sharp teeth lining his maw, idly glancing to the opposite side to see who he’d be facing off against. They were late. Typical of newcomers to the fighting scene. Maybe they were nervous to fight the mighty pokémon they’d soon face in combat. Garchomp stomped impatiently to the ground, his broad, dangerous claws stomping into the ground and leaving an imprint. He flicked his tail back and forth, letting it twitch of its own nature, growing impatient.
A moment later, the pokémon saw someone approach. He had to squint at first, catching sight of something waddling inward, taking their time. He was surprised at the size of his opponent. Most notably how small he was. He saw a green reptile with a white underside, clad in naught but boots and saddle, both colored to match the red spikes alone his spine. An eager tail swayed back and forth behind Yoshi, as the opponent took his spot opposite Garchomp with a determined gleam in his eyes.
The pokémon snorted. This was it? Yoshi spouted his namesake and waved a stubby-fingered paw back to Garchomp, who sneered and scraped at the ground with a hind claw in response. Garchomp grinned to himself and glowered back, solidifying the idea in his mind that this would be a short fight. Yoshi was barely half Garchomp’s height and looked downright soft compared to the finned and clawed pokémon he was facing off against.
Both combatants signaled their readiness and stood at the ready. Garchomp in particular was prepared to stomp Yoshi into the ground and finish the fight before it began. How tough could the softie be? Garchomp grunted and leaned forward, tail swaying for balance. Yoshi stood with his legs planted and his own tail swaying similarly, a shadow of a grin emerging.
FIGHT! The call went off and Garchomp wasted no time. He pressed one mighty foot against the ground and launched forward, leaning so low his head was parallel to his tail. The floor thumped lightly with every footfall as he charged, the yellowed tip of his snout aimed right for the yoshi as Garchomp cried out his namesake. Yoshi stood there, legs akimbo, stance never wavering. A look of surprise fluttered across Garchomp’s features, not slowing him down. What was the newbie doing? Charging up some kind of attack? The pokémon had to admit that he discounted the notion that this other creature couldn’t fling a fireball in his face.
No matter. Garchomp could tough out anything Yoshi could dish out. His large feet pounded into the ground, closing in on Yoshi rapidly. If he didn’t get his headbutt in then the yoshi would be face to face with his claws. 30 yards. 20 yards. 10. The crowd roared and collectively leaned in, anticipating the first strike.
But Garchomp didn’t land it. Yoshi did. To Garchomp’s surprise, Yoshi’s jaws fell open, wide, dripping maw showcased to the larger pokémon. But instead of a fireball or some other kind of projectile emitting, a long, glistening tongue flung free from the yoshi’s jaws. The wiry muscle slithered past the surprised garchomp’s head and whipped around him, before coiling tightly. Garchomp tripped up, arms bound to his sides, sliding to a stop several feet before the yoshi. Yoshi grinned, drool dripping down the tongue as the garchomp got an up-close-and-personal look up into the maw widened before him. It certainly looked bigger from this angle.
With a tug of effort, Yoshi reeled his tongue in. Garchomp dug the claws of his feet into the ground along with his tail, but it proved fruitless: Outside of the gouges created nothing was accomplished. Garchomp let out a strangled cry as his head and shoulders were packed into the awaiting jaws, which clamped tight before he had a chance to react. The pokémon was in shock! Was this yoshi trying to… eat him?! Yoshi answered that question with another yank of his tongue, still protruding and coiled around his flailing opponent. The large dorsal fin folded neatly to the side and was scrunched in between drooling yoshi jaws next, followed by the bound arms and the fins they spouted. Before Garchomp knew it nearly half his body was crammed into the smaller yoshi’s mouth!
Yoshi kept on sucking more of Garchomp in, heedless of the size of the pokémon. Garchomp kicked his powerful legs and thrashed his tail against the ground, the audience gone mostly quiet in a state of shock. Yoshi kept up with the devouring, with globules of saliva leaking down the back half of the garchomp. The pokémon felt his belly and thighs slip past the threshold, his own neck bending down and around himself, curling up in the squeezing maw. To his disgust he heard the yoshi purring, mewling in delight, enjoying the taste the garchomp presented. The yoshi’s cheeks were bulging to contain Garchomp, but showed no signs of being at full capacity. He greedily slurped more and more of the pokémon up at a considerable rate, the noises echoing about the arena as he did so. The garchomp’s thighs vanished behind Yoshi lips, followed by lower legs and most of the tail. All that was left was Garchomp’s feebly-flicking tail and clenching feet. Yoshi brought his paws up to the wriggling remains and pushed up against them. Garchomp cringed feeling those paws, but couldn’t stop the yoshi from forcing them inward. The pokémon feet and tail quickly vanished behind puckered Yoshi lips that shut behind them with a smack, Yoshi keeping his paws up against his mouth for a moment before lowering them. The entirety of Garchomp was balled up in the yoshi’s mouth, held tightly with nowhere to move or do much of anything beyond fidget.
Yoshi murred at the flavor of his opponent. Garchomp groaned and tried to thrash, the yoshi suckling on him. He heard, and felt, the powerful sucking motions, the saliva built up all over his body sliding back to the gullet and vanishing, only for the drool to be replaced moments later by the tasting tongue. The crowd was silent and watching with apprehension, staring in awe at the very successful and powerful Pokkén Tournament fighter reduced to a bulging, squirming set of bulges in a yoshi’s cheeks and mouth!
The humiliation. Garchomp could NOT allow himself to go down in a single blow like this. But beyond that, he couldn’t let himself get swallowed! Being eaten alive was not how this pokémon was going to go out! He thrashed and squirmed and tried to move any part of his body, from fins to arms to legs to tail to head. Nothing worked. Garchomp was simply forced to endure the continued sucking of his flavor, and the garchomp had to hope that this was not going to end with him sliding down the greedy yoshi’s throat. Once suckled free of saliva again Garchomp redoubled his efforts, trying at least to get a claw out of the mouth, or to agitate the yoshi maw enough to get him spit out. But Yoshi held him nice and tight, maybe squishing him more to one side of his mouth, then the other, but never giving him more than an inch or two to work with.
Then the yoshi started chewing. His stuffed jaws worked up and down and squishy, fluid motions, squeezing the balled-up Garchomp tightly with every compression. The garchomp let out gasps of breath, drenched in yoshi drool and feeling the pressure build up, then relieved, over and over again. This, combined with the suckling, was getting to be too much. He still fought, perspired, and thrashed all he could, but in his balled-up state he only elicited needy, pleased noises from the predator.
The chewing and suckling continued. Yoshi did not give Garchomp a break. The flavor Garchomp had to offer was something truly unique to the yoshi’s tongue, and he planned to squeeze every bit of it out of the pokémon that he could help. Every squishing chew forced a silent squeak from the compacted garchomp. And the suckling continued to extract the exuded taste from the pokémon, the tongue working non-stop to continually re-coat him when suckled dry. The yoshi’s cheeks almost never stopped wobbling either. Between the continued struggles of his prey and his chewing, the inflated white sacs on either side of Yoshi’s face jostled and churned away. Sometimes they betrayed a bit of Garchomp, but by and large they were smooth round bulges that the yoshi even teasingly rubbed at every once in a while.
All of this sucking, teasing, tasting, and slurping continued on for a few minutes. But to Garchomp, it felt like house. Garchomp, building up waves of anger at being treated like nothing more than a chew toy or a piece of candy, unleashed a furious roar of frustration. Yoshi heard the muffled cry from within his jaws and grinned. He stopped suckling away at the tasty pokémon lodged between his jaws, and slithered his tongue around the balled-up garchomp. The dragon- and ground- type had no idea what he was planning… And blushed in a mixture of rage, embarrassment, and annoyance when he felt the tongue again. The bulbous tip of the tongue squeezed up against the soles of Garchomp’s feet. The lengthy tongue slathered gobs of slobber over one sole, then the other, the yoshi’s tongue dexterous and eager to humiliate his opponent by debasing him. And it was their little secret: The audience had no idea what Yoshi was doing, other than chewing away at his opponent. Anger built up in the garchomp, both in that he was trapped so easily, and that he couldn’t do anything.
Yoshi’s eyes fell half-lidded as he worked his tongue up and down the garchomp’s feet over and over. The tongue slithered between the compacted feet, against the soles, between the digits, and around the claws. At all times some part of the lengthy tongue pressed hard up and down the soles of the garchomp’s feet, never sparing them a moment of peace, drowning them in drool and continued pressure. Garchomp groaned, the tongue slipping up to his heels and down again. He clenched his feet involuntarily, but that only served to give the tongue more dimensions with which to squeeze through. Yoshi started dribbling drops of drool from his pursed lips to the ground, tail swaying contently, tongue tip maneuvering over the tops of Garchomp’s feet, poked between them. The tongue coiled around his left foot and squeezed it tightly, forcing Garchomp to arch out the toes on reflex. And, though he was prepared for it, did the same motion when the tongue moved to the other. The extended toes weren’t left alone either, them and the claws attached subjected to the tongue lashings repeatedly. They arched out, relaxed, and were forced out in a continuous rhythm dictated by the dominating yoshi.
It was nonstop. Continuous. Never-ending. Stretching on for long periods of time from Garchomp’s perspective. His toes cringed, feeling the tongue press hard into the soles of his feet. The saliva trails left behind dried and cooled a little before fresh licks provided warm slobber. Garchomp tried to thrash and pull his feet away but there was nowhere to pull the feet to! They were trapped in place by the rest of his body, stuck tight by his bent knees and curled tail. His curved back and head all balled up in the center of Yoshi’s mouth, with his continually-licked feet pressing up against the front of the jaws. So close to being able to kick free, but with no proper angle to do so. And with the tongue, of course, preventing any possible means of escape, pressing inward on the soles and never giving them a second to rest or recover from the constant battering. Garchomp clenched his eyes shut and cringed, still fighting, trying to press his arms outward against the cheeks… trying to ignore the continued flustered frustration caused by the never-ending licking of his soles.
The tongue then slipped around both at once. Garchomp groaned and blushed furiously in contempt for Yoshi, feeling his feet bound together and coiled as tightly and suddenly as when Yoshi first slung it out at him. The pokémon fidgeted, grimaced, fought and protested. But couldn’t do a thing as the coils slathered around the feet, rubbing up and down and squeezing tightly, squelching out saliva loudly with each contraction. The coils ran from the heel down to the edge of the claws, rendering the feet completely immobile and at the mercy of the yoshi. The captor chuckled silently, drool freely leaking from the corners of his puffed-out jaws, reveling in the humiliation he was causing his cocky opponent to feel.
Garchomp growled and roared again, though there was considerably less oomph behind it than the previous. Yoshi squeezed around the feet tighter, bulbous tip working up and down the soles, waiting to hear what he wanted. There was a third roar, this one barely escaping the jaws and only audible to yoshi. This one was much more withered, and was exactly what Yoshi had wanted to hear. He gripped the feet tightly in the tongue coils, then slowly began squeezing downward to the edges like a tube of toothpaste. Saliva squelched free and after a few agonizing moments, Garchomp felt his feet free from the torment, the tongue completely loosened from them.
Yoshi purred deeply. A low, rumbling purr Garchomp hadn’t heard before. Then, to his horror he felt himself starting to slip backwards… towards the yoshi’s pulsating, greedy gullet. He let out another roar, but this one was more panicked, the garchomp thrashing wildly. His roar cut off halfway through when the ball of Garchomp was devoured. Yoshi clenched his eyes shut and pressed his tongue up against the Garchomp’s soles, thrusting back with a massive push. It was an effortless maneuver by the voracious dinosaur, practiced many, many times prior, and bringing great joy to him. Yoshi swallowed Garchomp whole in a single, powerful, wet GULP! The sound reverberated out across the entire arena as Yoshi ate the pokémon. The thick, squirming bulge that puffed out Yoshi’s cheeks immediately deflated, the garchomp slipping down Yoshi’s throat and bulging out the white underside that comprised the yoshi’s chest. In another instant it sank lower, sending the pokémon sloshing into the stomach. The white belly distended and bounced against the ground, Garchomp finding just as little room here as in the mouth. Yoshi licked and smacked his lips, letting out an audible sigh of satisfaction. His belly wobbled and bulged and bounced, leaving Yoshi to pat it, wet thumps heard throughout the quiet stadium. The fattened-up yoshi had eaten Garchomp alive!
Garchomp roared again, a mix of rage and panic. Every flail and motion was captured as a separate bump on the yoshi’s stretchy belly. Yoshi just swayed his tail back and forth, continuing to rub and pet over his boisterous gut. He let out a yawn and smacked his lips, also emitting a small belch which flecked out excess saliva. Yoshi’s feet barely touched the ground thanks to his roiling, distended belly, but he manged. That said, he was clearly going nowhere, tail swaying, gut pet over and over again. It was clear: He was content to stay right where he was. At least, until the match was over. Yoshi pressed against the sides of his belly, hearing the squelch and Garchomp whine as his prison was compressed in an instant. The stomach was pitch-black, leaving Garchomp with no room to see anything in his squishy container.
The pokémon contained in the yoshi’s stomach continued to fight, thinking it was for good: If Garchomp didn’t get his way out of this creature’s stomach… he was a goner! He tried extending his claws, feet or arms, any of his fins, to make some kind of impression, get the yoshi to spit him out still. The seconds ticked by and he was growing desperate. What else could he do? He was too compacted to get an effective attack off, and the stomach walls gurgled and squelched all around him, holding him in place. He felt every pet and thump from Yoshi’s paws from the outside. He growled and tried pressing back, but Yoshi had all the leverage. Whenever the yoshi spotted a fresh bump, he’d sneer and press back against it. Garchomp persisted but every move was met with resistance. The audience was muttering and staring. Was this the end of the mighty Garchomp’s extensive career? Was he destined to be nothing more than fat on this newcomer who took him down in a single move?
That certainly seemed to be the case for a few minutes, as the arena was subjected to the groans from the stomach and the muffled protests within. Coupled with the delighted sounds of the yoshi, many thought it was curtains for the pokémon! Yoshi looked around at the crowd and smiled. His quick action had certainly taken the wind out of their sails. Despite that, however, Yoshi hadn’t intended on doing anything permanent out there in the arena. The yoshi casually leaned forward, as if to rest atop his broad, struggling stomach. The garchomp felt the pressure within, the space getting more cramped, flailing in panic and wondering what was about to happen.
Yoshi leaned forward a bit more, flicked his tail up, and… POP! In an instant, Yoshi’s belly shrunk and out from behind him a white and green-spotted egg appeared! A large one in fact. Big enough to contain a frustrated, enraged, humiliated Garchomp! The encased pokémon could be heard ranting his namesake over and over again in the egg, still balled up, still unable to move much. Yoshi turned around with his tail flicking, admiring his handiwork and simply waiting things out.
Garchomp fought and struggled, having a good guess at what had just transpired, and internally grateful. Now it was just a matter of the utter humiliation he was feeling. If he didn’t get out soon, time would be called. And though only one real blow had been dealt… it’d be in favor of the newcomer. The one who he was going to wipe the floor with. End the fight before it started. But instead, there Garchomp was, a thrashing trapped pokémon, stuck in an egg after being snatched up, thoroughly tasted, embarrassed, and swallowed. The pokémon grimaced when he heard the countdown start. He put forth one last burst of effort in breaking free, but either the eggshell was too consistent, Garchomp was too weak, or both, but all he managed to do was make the egg tip over just as time was called.
The winner was Yoshi! The crowd sounded confused at first, but when the winner was officially declared across the arena they burst into a resounding cheer. The newcomer had defeated the veteran in a single blow! A most unorthodox one but a single one nonetheless! Yoshi shouted his name to the crowed and waved with one paw, the other bring the squirming egg right-side-up. Garchomp couldn’t believe it. That reputation he’d built up over the past several weeks was thoroughly shattered in a single fight.
A prize was brought out to the arena. One any newcomer or veteran alike would love to get. It was settled before the feet of Yoshi as the audience continued to cheer. Only now instead of Garchomp’s name sounding out all around, it was Yoshi’s. Yoshi brimmed with confidence and pride but shook his head as the prize was offered to him. Instead, he hefted the Garchomp-filled egg up with both paws and held it over his head. Garchomp was surprised at this, wondering what the newcomer was up to. He turned down the prize? He was taking… the egg?!
What did this Yoshi, who’d defeated him so easily, have in store?
The many cameras all around the arena zoomed in on the winner. Yoshi, standing proud and tall, with his prize sitting on his shoulder and supported by both paws. The cameras caught both as Yoshi stood and soaked in the adulation the crowd offered. That which was Garchomp’s just one fight prior. There was a new fighter that many others wanted a piece of… and others wanted to avoid. And that fighter’s name was Yoshi!