There was a wrestling PPV today and I was in a pokemon mood, so I combined both into a quick little vore story!

A charizard takes on a champion incineroar in the ring, unaware of his unique way of finishing matches...

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Fire-type Brawl
By: IndigoRho

Spotlights lit up a worn and scorched wrestling ring that had seen far better days. In the middle of the ring stood a charizard, his tail whipping back and forth, flaming tip threatening to singe the ropes and mat further. His attention shifted between the jeering crowd on the surrounding bleachers and the ramp leading from the ring to a dark entrance.

Suddenly new light shone upon the entrance, the curtain flying open as a blue incineroar leapt out to thunderous applause. He grinned and posed as he slowly made his way to the ring, basking in the adoration of his home audience. With all his grandstanding it was impossible to ignore the small gut he was sporting, which wobbled constantly. While he was heftier than the average Incineroar he was far from out of shape, and enjoyed opponents underestimating his strength.

The incineroar took his time getting into the ring, roaring and posing excessively. In the ring the charizard was quickly getting impatient. He slammed his tail against the mat and spewed a stream of flame large enough to get his opponent's attention. Only then did Incineroar roll into the ring.

The two fiery competitors squared off, a bell ringing out declare the start of the match.

Charizard rushed forwards, using his wings to close the gap with astonishing speed. Incineroar easily blocked the advance, locking grips with his opponent and holding his ground. The contest of strength endured for a few tense moments, but gradually Incineroar gained the upper hand. A stiff headbutt stunned Charizard, who then felt his paws lift off the mat as Incineroar flipped him backwards with a belly-to-belly suplex.

Cheers drowned out the impact, Charizard reeling as the breath was knocked out of him. Incineroar was already standing again, following up the suplex with a series of stomps followed by an elbow drop. Charizard managed to trip the feline with a sweep of his tail, giving him precious time to recover.

Doubts were already creeping into the charizard's mind. He'd known the incineroar was some kind of champion, but first-impressions had been underwhelming. Defeating him should have been easy, a one-sided victory that'd prove his unparalleled strength. Instead he was being made a fool of. It was outrageous!

Fury and uncertainty only made Charizard more reckless. He struck wildly at Incineroar with claws and tail, and unleashed plenty of flames. None of his attacks seemed to get close to Incineroar, who dodged them all while taunting relentlessly. The more Charizard failed the sloppier his attacks became. It was inevitable that Incineroar would find a perfect opening.

As yet another punch missed completely, Incineroar grabbed onto his opponent's extended arm and swung him at the ropes with all his might. Charizard roared in surprise as he was hurled across the ring, striking the ropes and causing them to creak in protest as they absorbed the impact. In a flash he found himself launched right back towards Incineroar.

A powerful lariat met the charizard upon returning. He spun around, landing hard right on his face, groaning.

Laughing, Incineroar bent down and lifted Charizard up by the head, watching their eyes rolling in a daze. The audience was growing more riled up, clearly anticipating what was to come. Rather than strike Charizard or initiate another move, Incineroar opened his mouth wide and shoved his opponent's head into it.

Even while stunned the charizard realized something was going horribly wrong. He squirmed weakly, clawing at the mat as he tried to figure out why everything had gone dark, why something was making his face feel slick. A strong gulp pulled him into Incineroar's gullet, a bulge forming in the feline's throat. More swallows followed.

Charizard was about to find out exactly why Incineroar was so fat. For Incineroar, simply defeating his opponents wasn't enough. He had to eat them, to feel them struggling futilely in his gut as he gloated and proved how good he truly was. The first time had been in the heat of the moment, but now he couldn't imagine ending a match any other way. Sure, he'd ended up with a sizable belly as a result, but eventually he grew to see it as yet another way to show off his winning streak. Every fallen foe immortalized on his waistline, which would only grow bigger and bigger along with his glory. Charizard would make a wonderful addition.

By the time Charizard came to, his arms and wings were just beginning to slide into Incineroar's maw. As his head entered the stomach he finally realized what was happening, and his struggles intensified. Unfortunately all the roaring and flailing in the world couldn't reverse his descent.

Incineroar's gut swelled outward with every gulp, wobbling from his meal's thrashing. The crowd was cheering nonstop, always eager to see the Champ consume someone. Charizard's wings and round middle slowed Incineroar's progress some, but not enough to dissuade him in the slightest. He didn't care how long it took to cram his opponent into his stomach, just that they inevitably end up there.

Charizard's short legs disappeared from view, his long tail all that remained visible on the outside. With considerable effort Incineroar stood up, cradling his bulging belly with both paws and grinning around the tail. He steadily began to slurp it up like a giant noodle until only a frantic flame stuck out from his mouth. The fire-type pokemon swallowed the flame with ease.

A bounce of Incineroar's belly heralded the complete sealing away of the charizard. He slapped and shook his gut, showing it off to the whole audience. In a stomach faintly lit by flames Charizard was kicking and elbowing with all his might to no avail. His efforts only seemed to amuse Incineroar, who responded by jostling his middle some more.

For minutes Incineroar continued to pose, taunting his trapped opponent as their struggles grew weaker and weaker over time. In the end Incineroar let out a powerful buorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp and a spout of flame, his belly stilled.

Incineroar rested against the corner turnbuckle, smiling as he admired his stuffed gut. Being Champ was always so...fulfilling...