itwasicaruswhofell

[itwasicaruswhofell]

With the new Pokemon news… I just HAVE to share these doodles I did of Miraidon and Koraidon 🫣

[itwasicaruswhofell]

Prayer to a Hungry God

A groan came from your dry throat as you lazily lounged on the beach chair. Scrunching up your nose, you opened your eyes, briefly glaring at the sun- and getting back more than you bargained from it as the light almost burnt your eyes.

This was your chance. To get away from everything. From everyone. At a small, private beach with a rental house nearby, it was everything you dreamed of after all the chasing those people had been doing after you.

Telling anyone where you were right now would compromise the secrecy you had been longing for. Unfortunately, this meant friends, family, amidst others. But it was for the best. If 'they' found you, then all this effort would be wasted and your hopes dashed.

Your Scolipede- the companion you had picked to stay by your side, the rest of your team staying with the lookalike version of you so 'they' wouldn't find the real you, was named Alastor, fittingly enough.

And Alastor was... a 'bit' affectionate.

Any attempts to keep the rather cuddly bug Pokémon usually failed as this time he affectionately buried his face in your hair before drawing away, staring into your eyes with his. Turning, the Megapede Pokémon began to walk, and so you followed. His interactions always were brief.

A sound like buzzing sounded in your ear, but you went to ignore it as Alastor paused in place. Frowning, you tentatively poked his side, it deepening when he doesn't answer. Moving your gaze to where it mirrored the direction Alastor's was facing, your feet were now rooted to the spot where you stood.

That chill. That chill, went down your spine, because what laid ahead was an unwelcome sight. A large airship with orange and grey colours hovered in the distant skies, and smaller, dots on the blue horizon bringing ripples in their wake which you soon recognized to be jet-skis- and they were moving FAST. They had already become more easily recognizable in a matter of seconds.

''Alastor! Keep the jet-skis busy!'' Your shout went to the Scolipede, who nodded as he glared to the jet-skis.

While he did that, packing up what you could within such short notice was harder than you had initially thought. Some things kept sticking out of the bags, so you decided to leave some things behind for your sake.

Alastor's Pokéball you definitely kept, along with some food, a passport, alongside other essential things (though you couldn't deny that you brought some unessential things).

Sprinting out of the house, your jaw dropped as the airship was above you, casting a shadow as it blotted out the sunlight on your spot. You spouted so many curses it would've made a sailor blush.

Already, Alastor valiantly fought the grunt's Pokémon, but you saw a Solrock amidst the mix of battling. Sticking around was too risky. And so you made haste, disappearing into the bushes.

The back beach was quiet, a total opposite to the chaos back at the front beach where all the action was at. But something was off. You sniffed the air, and the stench of gasoline immediately overpowered your senses, making you scrunch up your face in disgust.

Coughing, you squinted, looking around for the source. Then you see it. The backup boat, a motor-powered dinghy that you began to refer to as the ''Destiny's Bounty II'', in earlier times, the name then stuck on and you couldn't imagine yourself giving it another name.

It was in ruins. The motor had been torn from the rest of the boat, leaking gasoline which had caused the smell. A rustle in the bushes then caught your attention. You looked back to see the gasoline trail touching the boat lit aglow. Escape now was impossible.

More sounds came from the bushes, and you had to back away as they got louder, before the grunts that had been chasing you down emerged from their spots.

''ALASTOR! ALASTOR! ALA-'' You tried yelling to the Scolipede.

''SHUT UP.'' A man, in the same dark grey and orange uniform like the others screamed. ''Your Pokémon is safe with us, if you come willingly you will see him again.'' He told you calmly.

''NEVER. I'M NOT DOING THAT.'' You shouted back at him, grinding your teeth together.

''Whoever said you completely had a choice?" The man questioned as he grinned. The grunts came closer, now holding people-sized nets in between pairs.

These people were crazy- but what were you to do? Your head whipped around as you tried to survey your situation, but with the masses of grunts and Pokémon, escape was merely a passing thought.

Clasping your hands together, you turned your head to the ground, fighting back the near-to spilling tears. Please. You hoped, knowing how little you've paid attention to those above, it wouldn't surprise you if they ignored your thoughts, to let you rot in a cell for the rest of your life.

Thoughts of letting your close ones be let down were attached to you like chains with an anchor at the end, pulling you into the waters which surrounded your island of thought. If something didn't happen soon, you'd quickly be at the seafloor.

The grunts stopped, muttering something, and it took you all of your courage to look up, as they're all still standing surrounding you, but... in the corner of your eye, something golden glowed. Turning to face it, the hunting team now forgotten, your gaze fixated on the glowing golden ring in front of you.

There's not enough time to react as something shot out, taking you into its grasp and retreating back the way it came as the portal closed behind you.

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''Well, look who called for my almighty presence.'' A voice boomed, the sound so loud you wanted to put your hands over your ears just to muffle it to a more tolerable level.

There's a minute's silence, as your gaze slowly traveled up the being's oddly-shaped torso, which sported a gold ring with several tufts of purple fur, encircling a hole in the middle of its chest. You weren't sure if it was actually a hole, it was just dark in comparison to the rest of it.

Then to the grinning face of the Dijin Pokémon. ''Pardon for my voice, I wasn't too sure as to what volume I had to use when speaking to a mors-'' The Dijin hesitated, before continuing: "m-mortal. Things change.''

Your eyebrow lifted at the Dijin's hesitation, however, you let the words relating to the matter die on your tongue. A new question, borne out of worry, arose in your mind. Alastor. He was with them now, but that didn't stop your thoughts rushing into your head.

''Ala-Alastor!'' Your cry tore itself out of your throat, as you struggled in the Dijin Pokémon's grip. ''My Scolipede! He's back with them!'' Hoopa eyed you with concern, as a ring on one of the arms expanded in size, flying off and settling down near the ground.

Activating, a seemingly familiar Pokémon then walked through- but then you quickly saw it wasn't yours and squirmed in Hoopa's grasp. The Dijin Pokémon lightly exhaled, making the portal swallow up the Pokémon, trying again.

This time the attempt was successful, your eyes lighting up in happiness, relief flooding your senses. You wanted to bounce up and down as well, but found you couldn't since you were still dangling in the air, only held by one of the six detached arms of Hoopa.

''Please, let me down!'' You call to the Dijin Pokémon, who with a grumble, did so, and finally your feet met the cold stone ground.

Hoopa then uncurled the fingers keeping you in place, when you had the opportunity, you took it and sprinted towards your Scolipede. Once you reached the Megapede Pokémon's side, you bounced on your feet, flicking your fingers around before settling down at Alastor's side, a small smile on your face.

Distantly, a rumbling like thunder sounded somewhere nearby, and you looked at Alastor to see if it came from him. The Megapede Pokémon shook his head, and you then turned your eyes to Hoopa, who stared down at you expectantly.

''Is something wrong?" You asked, starting to feel nervous as your fingers find the cuffs of your shirt, tugging at it. You keep doing this as the silence continued without answer, your nervousness turning into anxiety.

Hoopa finally broke the silence with a small cough, seemingly embarrassed. ''It's just that... I've been expecting something in return for saving you.'' The Dijin Pokémon told you, eyes meeting yours. But the uncomfortable sensation behind your eyes arose as your gazes met, and so you looked away. ''What I may ask is- ugh, I'll go on with it-''

Without warning, Hoopa snatched your comparatively small form up, your mouth clamming shut as your emotions worked into overdrive. What was Hoopa doing?

The Dijin Pokémon clearly had no intention of telling you, beginning to hover the hand with you in its grip towards the face of the massive Pokémon. You began to squirm and then thrash uselessly in the grip, making the Dijin Pokémon pause for a moment, however the process continued much to your distress.

Your vision turned a light shade of purple, your body beginning to feel like it was being squeezed through the eye of a needle as everything began to hurt, overwhelming the last of your senses before it all stopped.

The room seemed a bit bigger than it was before, a small squeak escaped your even tinier form now that Hoopa was only lightly holding you in order to make sure you weren't finished off.

No words could escape your mouth now, over-stimulation made sure of that, mind on complete shutdown. Only when something warm and light brushed against your exposed skin made you look to the source was when you saw Hoopa's wide, gaping mouth, the teeth gleaming in the dim light of the cavern. You were dangling above it.

Another scream tore itself from your throat as your world turned itself upside down; limbs flailing uselessly by your sides as if they could slow the fall into the maw of the hungry god. Hoopa had let go.

With a squelch, you landed on the beast's tongue, the mouth quickly closing once you were inside, all light now extinguished you were helpless as the giant tongue of the Dijin moved you around, coating you in a thick layer of saliva.

Hoopa leaned its head backward once finished, feeling you slide from the front of its mouth to the back, where the Dijin Pokémon quickly took a gulp as you went past the uvula.

Your attempts to scramble back up were thwarted as the muscles of the throat took you and began your descent, squishing and pushing on all sides, almost relaxing weren't it for the fact this was a terrifyingly new experience for you.

But there was nothing else you could do, so you decided to let it happen, despair plaguing your feeble mind. Your parents weren't going to see you again, and neither were your friends. After all of that drama was over back with the hunters, you were going to go back to everyone and celebrate.

Guess you couldn't now.

Letting a few tears fall, you then felt your feet slide into a more spacious area, where the rest of your body followed. Warm, squishy muscle walls surrounded you on all sides and distantly you could feel the rhythmic beating... of a heart?

Curling up, you cursed your existence as you waited for the digestive fluids to come and take you already. Hey, you were in here, so it might as well happ-

One of the walls moved outward, hitting you in the side. You looked over to it as it continued, hearing something outside.

''I scared you, didn't I?" Came the voice of Hoopa, uncharacteristically soft. Frowning, you turned on your side, away from the Dijin Pokémon as it continued trying to get your attention.

Finally, you bite. ''Yes.'' A huff exited you once you say this, trying your best to cross your arms in the space you had. ''Yes, you did.''

A beat of silence passed, which wasn't so pleasant.

''You should be able to safely stay in there... Freaking you out was the last thing on my mind, I've never had anyone pray to me in... ages.''

Patting the squishy muscle beneath, you tried getting comfortable, listening to the distant beating of the Dijin Pokémon's heart.

''If it makes you feel comfortable, once you're let out... you can catch me.''

Silently, you nodded, the warmth catching up to you as sleep began to take its hold on your mind, lulling you into its depths. Outside, Hoopa exhaled, looking down to Alastor who was staying still at the wall of the cavern, staring up at the Dijin Pokémon with wide eyes.

The movements inside Hoopa's stomach had eventually settled down, so the Dijin Pokémon decided to take it easy and settle down too.

Perhaps tomorrow would be a long day.