I make a return to writing, and boy is it something I feel good about writing! I adore Silvally, definately one of my faves from the Seventh Generation~




The night could not have been any better for a camp out, the trainer thought to himself. The weather was clear, the temperature was neither hot nor cold, but just right with a slow breeze that barely rustled the still leaves of the trees around him. The trainer smiled and sighed softly, leaning himself back as he took a moment to shut his eyes and take in the sounds around himself. At his feet, the sounds of a lively fire crackled with no indication of dying, providing him with any warmth that he may have needed, while the far off sounds of canine Pokemon howling in the distance offered further ambiance with the rustling leaves. Opening his eyes and tilting his head up, he gazed in awe at the brilliant tapestry of sparkling stars sewn into the night's sky above. In the middle of their intricate design, the full moon glowed brightly, washing the surface of the Earth below it with its crisp white light, leaving little outside of its embrace. Another soft sigh escaped the trainer as his gaze drifted back downwards to his fire, adjusting himself into an upright position. Nothing more could make this night perfect, he thought. That is, until the sound of a sudden snore off to his side broke the stillness.
Unfazed by the sudden outburst, the trainer laughed a bit and turned his head towards the sound. Just a foot away from him, curled contently into a sleeping position, laid the noisemaker, his friend and partner Silvally. The Pokemon's body was tucked together neatly in a circular shape, with only its head and crest exposed. The large Pokemon had fallen asleep about an hour ago as the sun had begun to set and the trainer had been finishing setting up the campsite. Some trainers would have objected to such laziness, but he didn't mind in the slightest. It had been a very adventurous and strenuous past few days for his Pokemon, and letting it take a well deserved nap was the least he could do.
The trainer kept his eyes fixed on his resting Silvally for a few moments before quietly moving closer to the Pokemon in hopes of leaving it undisturbed in its sleep. He positioned himself right besides the Pokemon's head and was still for a moment after, making sure he hadn't woken Silvally up. Once satisfied it was still fast asleep, the trainer set his hand on the Pokemon's head and began to gently rub. His hand idly drifted up and down across the Pokemon's head, being very delicate with its touch as it explored the Pokemon's upper region. After a minute of rubbing, his hand stopped abruptly on a slot shaped cavity bore into the Pokemon's head. The trainer went still for a moment, then sighed, his fingers running along the crevice's edges. His touch caused a bit of stirring from Silvally, but the Pokemon remained asleep as his trainer silently observed the slot bore into its cranium.
The RKS System. The words echoed in his head from his last encounter with Gladion a month ago. A system grafted into this Pokemon's body and genetics by scientists at the Aether Foundation in efforts to create an unbeatable Pokemon, one able to become any type with the appropriate memory inserted into the Pokemon's head. They failed in the end, and the Pokemon they hoped to create became else, Type: Null, a failed experiment. They were meant to never see the light of day, but the actions of a rebellious youth sullied the plan, and Null became his ally in battle. Eventually, the bond with this trainer was enough to bring forth the true nature of Null, Silvally, the Pokemon Aether had tried so desperately to reign in and control. But in the end, science had failed in favor of something much more powerful, the love and trust of the Pokemon with its trainer.
The trainer kept replaying Gladion's story in his head over and over. When he and Gladion had first met, they were rivals as trainers, testing to see who was the stronger battler. He was always better, but never by much, and that drove Gladion to hate him that much more. But the tides of fate work in curious ways, and eventually they were thrust together into companionship in hopes of stopping the darkness at the heart of the seemingly innocent Aether Foundation. Their battles and experiences together eventually brought the two trainers together into a friendship, more or less, and after the trainer had risen to the ranks of becoming the first ever champion of the Alola region, their bond had only strengthened through the constant struggle to be the best trainer between the two.
It was after his championship title that Gladion and himself began to really get to know one another. Gladion had decided that in his spare time, he would work to help the foundation that his mother almost destroyed rebuild itself into what it had originally meant to be, a conservation group for helping Pokemon in need. Doing such a thing alone would be hard of course, so Gladion called the help the newly established champion of the Alola champion to aid in the cause. The trainer more than happily obliged, and not too long after, the Aether Foundation was back in business.
It was around this time that Gladion revealed the actions of the old Aether that had brought forth his Silvally. The trainer was astonished to discover the powerful Pokemon's terrifying history, a gradual realization of why Gladion so desired to be the best coming to fruition in light of the past events. It seemed hard for Gladion to reveal the troubles of the past, but getting it all into the open was all apart of the restoration of Aether he had said. As he finished the recounting, Gladion's gaze met the trainers, his eyes suddenly pleading. The trainer was a bit surprised by this, as he had never seen such a look in the youth's eye ever before, but remained determined to help however he needed. Seeing the trainer's confident response, Gladion smiled and asked a favor that struck the trainer dumb.
"I need you to take one of our Type: Null's with you. Show it the world, let it be a Pokemon, and.... give it the love it so rightfully deserves."
It came as quite the shock that Gladion wanted the trainer to take one of the only two Type: Null's in existence for his own. Such a rare and misunderstood Pokemon out in the world could be dangerous, both to the Pokemon itself and others around them. The thought of acting as the caretaker to a Pokemon he, nor very few for that matter, knew anything about was a terrifying notion to even the champion of Alola. Yet as scary as such a thought was, the trainer couldn't deny Gladion's request. He knew that past his hardened exterior, the trainer cared deeply for all of his Pokemon, his Silvally especially, and he wanted the same for the remaining Null. So, despite his worries and the odds that were against him, the trainer obliged and took the Type: Null into his care.
To say the following weeks were hard would be an understatement. Null was a very shy, yet aggressive Pokemon, distrustful of all around it. Despite his best efforts to make the synthetic Pokemon as comfortable as possible, they were all in vain as the Pokemon distanced itself from him as often as it could. Even the trainer's other Pokemon could barely approach Null without threat of backlash. It was tiring and worrying for the trainer, who thought that he had bitten off far more than he could chew and would eventually fail at giving Null the happiness it deserved, and failing Gladion. But something inside him forced him to persist, an urge to bond with and show Null how much he did care for it.

It was then the trainer decided to go off with Null alone on a bit of a vacation, a trip alone with the Pokemon as a way of one on one personal bonding. Leaving his other Pokemon in the care of his mother, the trainer took Null to the forests of Melemele Island to befriend the skittish Pokemon. At first, little was different from before, with Null often keeping itself at bay from the trainer and resisting to make any emotional connections. But as the days wore on, Null's walls began to gradually fall, and the pair became closer and closer. Soon the trainer was able to feed Null by hand, up close and personal, while giving the Pokemon gentle rubs and grooming. Not too long after, the trainer and Null began to battle with each other, practicing moves and having skirmishes with the wild forest Pokemon, just as he would with any of his other Pokemon.
It was one of these battles where it happened. Pitted against a particularly aggravated Gumshoos, Null and the trainer were in perfect sync with one another as the battle persisted. It had been going on for a few minutes when the Gumshoos landed a vicious Hyper Fang on Null, nearly taking the Pokemon out in one hit. Frightened for his Pokemon's safety, the trainer rushed to its side to make sure it was okay. Taking a knee and pressing the Pokemon's head to his chest, he asked if his friend was okay to continue. Null slowly looked up into his trainer's eyes, and as they met, the Pokemon's body suddenly lit up in a brilliant light. The trainer gasped as he felt Null raise up out of his arms as the light consumed it. Awestruck, the trainer watched as the light began to fade, and before him stood an entirely new Pokemon, one only ever seen in the hands of a single other trainer, Silvally.
The rest of the story was nothing unexpected. With the newfound power of Silvally, the duo was easily able to fell the Gumshoos in a few extra hits. Post battle, the trainer jumped onto his newly evolved Pokemon in a warm embrace, infinitely praising his Pokemon for coming so far and evolving. Silvally was elated as well, roaring in excitement as it playfully pinned its trainer to the ground beneath it and embraced him with caring nuzzles and licks. It was a moment of pure bliss only trainers will ever know, the moment where one and one's Pokemon are truly bonded with one another. It's a feeling like no other, and the duo relished in its whimsy for as long as they could.
The trainer smiled to himself ad shut his eyes, a few tears escaping them and landing on the grass beneath him. It may have only just been today that Silvally had evolved, and only a month that the two had been together, but something about this friendship and bond seemed much different then anything else the trainer had ever experienced. It was difficult to pen down what exactly was the reason it felt so foreign, but the trainer thought it must've been the circumstances behind the relationship with Silvally. The struggle to befriend it, the path leading up to getting it in the first place, everything seemed so coincidental. Yet here the two were, their paths cross by luck of fate. Perhaps that was why this bond felt so unique beyond what else he had experienced in the past, the sheer luck of it all, all so seemingly fitted perfectly together as the two lives collided into one.
The trainer was broken from his thoughts as Silvally suddenly stirred beneath his touch. The trainer lightly removed his hand from the Pokemon's body and smiled, wiping away from his face the few tears that remained as the Pokemon awoke. Silvally yawned and uncurled itself from its sleeping state, stretching itself out and shaking itself awake. The trainer chuckled a bit, wishing the Pokemon a good morning despite the night still being in full swing. The Pokemon returned with a friendly smile and fondly nuzzled the trainers head. The trainer chuckled again and returned the action, much to the Pokemon's delight, and lifted a hand to its cheek. As he did, Silvally stopped and watched it as it fell to the Pokemon's side. The Pokemon cocked its head curiously, wondering what its trainer was doing. The trainer smiled and silently began to rub the Pokemon's back and torso, to which Silvally cooed delightedly and stretched itself out more, taking full enjoyment in the touch of its beloved trainer.
The trainer kept smiling as he tenderly pet his Pokemon, relishing in its elation from the affection, and kept at it for quite some time before being interrupted by an abrupt gurgle from Silvally's stomach. He stopped then and looked up at his Pokemon, which seemed slightly embarrassed at its stomach's noisy outburst. The trainer, however, seemed unfazed, and merely smiled at his Pokemon, reassuringly patting its cheek in efforts to curb its embarrassment. Silvally brightened up quickly in response, nuzzling his trainer's hand affectionately. He laughed and kept rubbing the Pokemon's cheek. As he did, Silvally began to teasingly nibble at his trainer's hand, a sign that meant he was ready to eat as the trainer had recently found out. The trainer nodded and began to pull away from his Pokemon.
He began to turn around and get up, but was stopped by a gentle tugging on his shirt from behind. He stopped and turned around, head tilted in confusion as he met Silvally's begging eyes. Surprised, the trainer sat back down in his spot and looked to his Pokemon, wondering what Silvally could possibly have wanted. His Pokemon, satisfied with his trainers return, nudged his hand up into the air and back onto his muzzle. The trainer's head remained tilted, wondering if Silvally still wanted petting before he received food. He began to pet his Pokemon's muzzle once more, which was greeted by a soft murr from Silvally. But again, as he continued to pet the cheeks and chin of his Pokemon, Silvally returned to nibbling his hand. The trainer was very confused, wondering what the Pokemon was doing and what exactly it desired.
He was soon gratified with an answer, as after another minute or two of petting, Silvally opened its jaw wide around its trainer's hand and gently enclosed it within its maw. The trainer flinched and began to recoil, his instincts fearing a bite from the Pokemon, but stopped just as abruptly as the urge hit him. He looked at his Pokemon with curious eyes, wondering what it wanted from him. Silvally's eyes revealed no direct answer, but seemed to ask for its trainer's trust and consent to continue on with whatever it was doing. Though he was unsure of what was to come, the trainer had no reason to not trust his Pokemon, and smiled softly with a nod of approval. The Pokemon lit up with excitement and began to gnaw gently at its trainer's hand, its tongue running along the surface of the hand's skin in a careful manor. The trainer laughed a bit, the licking rather ticklish, but remained confused and curious as to what his Pokemon was doing.
A few moments and licks passed before Silvally opened its maw once again, its tongue wrapping around the trainer's hand and gently tugging it forward. The trainer obliged, moving his arm and body forward towards the Pokemon's agape mouth without question. As more of his arm entered into the Pokemon's jaws, Silvally nodded briefly at its trainer's other hand. Again without question, the trainer pushed his hand into the Pokemon's mouth, right next to his other hand which was now free of the Pokemon's tongue. Once there, the Pokemon's eyes locked with his trainers, once more begging for trust. The trainer nodded again, but began to question his Pokemon about what was going on. Before he could get a word out, Silvally suddenly tilted its head back and took a gulp, the hands of its trainer abruptly leaving the mouth and getting sucked down into the Pokemon's gullet without hesitation.
The trainer felt a wave of panic rush into him as his hands suddenly disappeared into his Pokemon's throat, the answer to his query now becoming quite clear. His Pokemon was eating him! Panic and dread began to set into his mind, and his first reaction was to struggle against Silvally and pull himself free. Yet as he began to act, he was stopped by a thought that drifted suddenly into his mind. Something about this didn't seem to be as malicious as it could be. Silvally had repeatedly asked for his consent to continue beforehand, making him doubt the potential for harm as a result of being eaten. Consent aside, the trainer couldn't help but shake this feeling that this somehow felt right, as if this were just another step in the track of this weird, special fate that the pair shared together. It was crazy to him, but somehow Silvally's actions were apart of something inevitable, and at this point in their relationship as trainer and Pokemon, who should he be to stop it?
Feeling more calm, the trainer's panic was replaced with a smile and a gradual shutting of his eyes as his Pokemon began to take consistent gulps. In a matter of moments, his arms were completely consumed, and now his head was entering the jaws of his Pokemon. As the trainer's face neared Silvally's maw, he could feel the warm waves of breath wash over him. The damp air felt very welcoming to him as he began to enter. The Pokemon's tongue greeted his head after, its rough surface gently running along his cheeks as they passed over it. The trainer giggled a bit, the tongue's touch tickling his senses and skin alike. In another few moments, he could feel his head lift off of the surface of Silvally's tongue and become pressed against the back of what he presumed to be his throat. It was here the Pokemon stopped and hesitated. The trainer, feeling the hesitation, worried for a moment that perhaps his head and shoulders would be too large to fit down the Pokemon's gullet, but he was quickly proved wrong as Silvally gulped both sections of the trainer's body down with a single, hearty *GLK*
The throat was the second path the trainer began on, and the difference between it and the mouth was quite stark. While above in the maw he could feel some remaining aspects of the outside world, the throat left the trainer blind to all but the darkness that surrounded him. Yet despite the choking and claustrophobic environment, the throat felt even more welcoming than the mouth. Here, the muscles that gradually pulled him down with each passing gulp embraced the trainer's body fondly, keeping him locked in place just tight enough to prevent most movements, but kept him tight enough to allow for minor comfort adjustments. The muscles themselves where surprisingly smooth and plush as well, their surfaces acting as a sort of blanket that swathed him in blissful warmth. All around him he could hear the sounds of Silvally gulping rhythmically and the faint sounds of its elated heartbeat, both of which only furthered the comfort he felt within the gullet of his Pokemon.
Though it felt like a blissful few hours, the trainer reached the end of the throat in only a minute or two. At its end, he felt himself pressed abruptly against a wall of muscles, his body becoming compacted for a brief moment before squeezing through and falling suddenly into the pit of Silvally's stomach. The trainer had a soft, gentle landing against the surprisingly well padded interior of his Pokemon's digestive sack, though he was disoriented at the sudden change in position. As his bearings returned to him and the remainder of his body joined his upper torso, he opened his eyes for the first time since first entering Silvally's maw to see how far he had come. Around him were the wrinkled walls of the stomach, colored a healthy shade of pink and sopped heartily with what he assumed to be some sort of clear gastric fluids.
Though he had little room to move, but just enough to allow his hand to reach out and touch the walls that embraced him. They were even softer and warmer than the throat muscles above, and much like a gel, molded themselves to fit the shape of his hand. He loosed a short chuckle and pulled his hand away, resting it and himself back against the walls one more. As he positioned himself comfortably, he felt a gentle probe against him, the claw of Silvally from the outside, inevitably testing to make sure he was safe and sound within his belly. Smiling a bit, the trainer pressed gently back against Silvally's claw and patted the tender flesh, letting him know he was just fine. He wondered for a moment if Silvally could actually feel such a small movement within itself, but a sudden, deep rumbling of murrs that swathed the stomach around him assured the trainer Silvally knew he was fine. Another rocking followed suit, this time ending with a sudden compressing of the trainer from all sides by the stomach walls. It was Silvally sitting and finding a comfortable position to accommodate it's stomach's newfound tenant, the trainer thought.
Through all of this, the trainer found himself grinning like an idiot and filled to the brim with an odd mix of calmness and excitement. In a matter of minutes, he had somehow ended up tucked away within the confines of his Pokemon's stomach, and was happy and willing to be there. Again his mind drifted to thoughts of fate and the reasons that somehow brought the paths of both Silvally and himself led into this situation. The trainer himself there, though. It didn't really matter how or why he was here, specifically in Silvally's gut. What did matter was that they were closely bonded and trainer and Pokemon, as cliche as the thought was.
It made the trainer laugh a bit to himself as he thought it, his eyes beginning to feel heavy. He hadn't noticed it at first, but the air within the stomach was very thick and heavy, brimming with moisture that seemingly sapped the will to remain conscious from the trainer. He smiled in spite of it and embraced the atmosphere, allowing his eyes to shut. It was late, he was tired, and what else could he do in this position as is? Silvally was likely heading down the same path, so it only made sense for the exhausted trainer to snooze the night away in his living Pokemon sleeping bag. He chuckled again at the thought and sighed, letting his consciousness slowly slip away along with the music of Silvally's internal orchestra, sleep taking him into its embrace as he fell into slumber within his Pokemon.