I've been inspired by a lot of dino vore art recently to make my own story staring myself! This is a bit of a toony vorish story, especially regarding the mosasaur's behavior, which was fun writing! Enjoy! Comments are appreciated :D

Finally there was some consciousness that was returning the the drugged pokemon. It felt as though he had been knocked out cold for days, but there was really no way to tell. Rocky tried blinking several times, the brightness of his surroundings urging him to take it easy and close them till he was in the dark. But that option was out of the question for the captured weavile. He needed to know where he was and how to escape. Before he did that, the memories of his actions from earlier in the day began pouring back into his mind like a piping hot cup of tea.

It was still morning in his frozen environment, the sun having already exposed it's full self to the life below. The ice type simply wanted to get a quick bite for breakfast of a few berries or what not. Unfortunately for the hapless pokemon, he didn't get to have any food. Instead he was suddenly hit with a small dart with a needle point. As he looked at the dart, completely thrown off guard by his being shot with one, a tranquilizing chemical was surging through his entire body very quickly. In his last few moments of consciousness Rocky could make out the stomping of several men in large boots approaching him, their guns still pointed in his direction.

That was all he could remember, and now he was being dragged indoors somewhere. Where on earth could they be taking me?, the weasel pokemon thought. He figured that he wouldn't want to know the answer, so he restrained himself from asking any of the armed people about it. They wouldn't have understood him anyway, with him being a pokemon and all.

Seconds later he felt the powerful beams of the sun on him again. This immediately told Rocky that he was nowhere near his native environment, with the drastic difference in temperature. The star's rays prevented him from opening his still groggy eyes and his legs were still less than useless, so he could hardly feel what they were doing to him. On the count of three the two men dragging the weavile lifted him upside down, connecting his bare feet to the binds above him. In his still uncertain state Rocky couldn't really tell what was happening, but there's no way he would have approved of any of it.

What instantly woke the dark type up was the movement of his upside down binds. The intense discomfort the binds were causing him reminded him of some radical roller coaster that was inverted through half the ride. A continued his indefinite rise at a diagonal angle, feeling like he was getting closer and closer to the sun. As if to make things one hundred percent worse for the poor pokemon, his elevation came to a halt. That was when Rocky realized that the men had taken everything he was wearing. Even though he was a wild pokemon Rocky liked to wear glove like fabrics on his paws and feet along with a nice collar, but he was wearing none of that. It was as if he was just any random weavile now.

Rocky's ears twitched as an announcing voice came from a distant speaker. It was a powerful, booming, happy voice that seemed to be addressing a large crowd.
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“Ladies and gentlemen!” the voice echoed. “Welcome one and all to the showing of the great and enormous Mosasaur!”. A scream of happy cheers followed his words. Mosasaur? What the hell is he talking about?, Rocky wondered. “If you are here today it means you have come to the one and only Jurassic World!” yet another wave of cheers followed. As the words still echoed throughout the stadium the weavile recalled some talk by a few pokemon. Some said that the humans had apparently figured out a way to bring the dinosaurs back to life and were even using them as an attraction to make money.

“Fans, you are in for a real treat today, for the first time you are going to witness a live feeding! Our friend the Mosasaur has never had live food before, so this weavile we captured will be his first in a long line of them!”.

Weavile could feel his heart stop in his chest. My God! I'm going to be eaten by a water dinosaur!, he freaked out. The worst part was the violent cries of happiness by the crowd that followed. Rocky couldn't believe that people were going to watch him get killed with smiles on their faces. He had to escape, and fast.

Just as he was about to do something the elevation systems were once again activated, and he was on his way up. While hanging upside down, like a bat roosting it its nest, weavile observed the scene around him as the machines lifted him up. He was rising over a titanically large pool which was encased by large glass in front of thousands of seats filled with eager dino fans. He watched the expressions of the humans as he was extended clear over the pool. They were all looking at him contentedly.

Rocky looked straight ahead. Directly in front of him was a water pokemon known as a Sharpedo, only it wasn't moving. The weavile grimly realized that it was probably dead. There's not much of a chance they'd take a pokemon like that alive, Rocky mused while nervously hanging upside down. An intense chill climbed the pokemon's spine as he saw the spikey back as the Mosasaur gently surface over the water, earning vibrations of cheers. There was nothing the poor weavile could do. If somehow he managed to break free he would fall right into the pool and be eaten by the prehistoric monster. If he stayed, he would also be eaten. The only thing he could do was wait.

Rocky nearly screamed as a gargantuan maw rose out of the pool and easily enclosed the hanging sharpedo next to him. The dinosaur descended back into the water with loud claps of happiness. Oh no! I'm next!, Rocky nervously thought. Below him a large belch escaped the water, followed by the dinosaur raising his head and happily licking his lips. The enormous dinosaur posed with a smile for people taking pictures. He happily showed them his entire mouth, proving to them that the sharpedo was now long gone.

The mechanism was now positioning the weavile to right above the happy Mosasaur. With clear desperation Rocky tried to get himself out of his binds, shooting a shadow ball and an ice beam at his chains, but nothing happened except some chuckles from the crowd. They're laughing at me!, he silently raged. They actually want me to get eaten! Rocky watched frightfully as the Mosasaur lifted himself out of the water, stopping at his chest. The dinosaur eagerly rubbed his chest with a fin-like arm and coated his lips with drool, knowing that there was no way the live weavile was going to escape from him. He's taunting me!, weavile silently cried.

Suddenly the machine did something Rocky was not prepared for. It let go of him. For a few moments he was free, falling straight into the water, but that illusion was quickly shattered by the rising of the dinosaur's maw out of the water, eager to great his latest snack. Rocky securely landed on the monster's enormous slobbery tongue. He was held there for a few seconds as the mosasaur closed his jaws, completely blocking his prey from the outside world. Inside the dinosaur's maw Rocky was happily sloshed around, making sure that his giant predator got a taste of every inch of him. Beside his heat and the disgusting wetness the smell of awful. The dinosaur playfully sucked the pokemon's entire body, coating him in a large pool of slobber. The tasty weavile was repulsed by the bad fishy smell of the dinosaur's mouth, but that didn't last too long, for the mosasaur was lifting his neck up high, preparing the swallow. With the drastic difference in the two creature's sizes, it only took once gulp to entirely send Rocky pummeling down the dino's gullet. What felt like nearly a minute of slimy falling through the awful reptilian confines ended in the ice type making a splash in the monster's digestive juices. It was by far the most unappealing place the pokemon had ever been. The smell was five times worse than the mouth and there were so many chucks of undigested food sitting inside. Immediately to his left Rocky found the dead sharpedo that the Mosasaur had eagerly eaten. It was slowly sinking into the stinky stomach acids, already showing signs of digestion. For just a moment the weavile marveled at the immense size of the beast's' stomach. You could fit a groudon in here!, he thought. Without any other ideas left Rocky frantically began to unleash his most powerful attacks: blizzard, ice beams, shadow pulse, but nothing was working. If anything the mosasaur was enjoying it, or it was making him burp. After a few more minutes Rocky realized there was nothing her could do and accepted his fate as just another snack of the vastly superior creature.


After the exciting show two fans, who were also pokemon trainers, walked over to the glass to get a better look at their favorite attraction.

“Did you see the way he jumped and caught that live weavile?” one said with excitement. “That was badass.”.

“Dude, he just inhaled that thing!” cheered the other. “And the way the mosasaur burped after swallowing him. I thought I was going to go deaf!”

The first trainer retrieved a camera from his pocket to take a picture of the swimming dinosaur. Once the mosasaur realized his picture was being taken he swam up to the glass and displayed his full drooling maw that the weavile had not long ago went down. Afterwards the trainers thanked him for the picture and he winked back, happy to do his duty. “Man, that live weavile was delicious” the dino thought as he patted his gut. “And I get to eat more of these live pokemon! I love my job.”.

Near the glass the two trainers noticed a flyer and picked it up. It was information about the show. And it was something that made them both smile widely. It read: Do you want to see your useless lucario get swallowed by an Indominus Rex? Or your hassle of a greninja get gulped by a mosasaur? Jurassic World is currently taking donations of pokemon to feed our lovely dinosaurs. There has been an overpopulation of pokemon in most parts of the planet, so many governments have agreed that this is both an effective and entertaining solution to the problem. So give us your unwanted pokemon to us today and make a dinosaur happy!.

Upon reading this both trainers smiled to each other. They new exactly what it was they were going to do next.

“Wanna pick up some spare pokemon from the pokemon center?”