Here we go! No doodle today, but instead, posting my first writing! I'm actually pretty proud of it, and have a few more chapters already planned!

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Fabian yawns, a canine whine trailing from his throat as he pressed on through the brisk forest, dew clinging to his fur. Only a few human cars are rolling by at this hour, dawn still below the horizon, but he sees no reason to wait for them to let the day start. Anyway, the Jolteon knows that he has to return to the habit of picking his steps carefully, as the golden foliage starts to make way for the distinct orange tones of fall.

“Good morning, Fabian!”

The Jolteon’s ears twitch with surprise until he recognizes who chirps, glancing up at the Pidgeotto settling on a lower tree branch. “Good morning, Scout,” he replies, coming to a stop. “Seems like the weather’s turning to Winter,” he notes, and Scout tweets with a laugh. “I’ll believe that when it snows.”

“Anyway, just wanted to say hi,” Scout chirps smoothly. “And to let you know that the word on the treetops is that there’s some big ‘mon going around. The Pidgey flock that roosts on the Pokemon Center in Ecruteak say they say something prowling about, but didn’t dare investigate. Cowards,” he adds, and Fabian laughs.

“I’ll keep that in mind, friend, but I don’t think any hulking beast can catch me,” the Jolteon teases, and the two part ways; Scout to the skies, and Fabian to the dense greenery of the Johto forests. He doesn’t really worry about it; he’s one of the fastest ‘mons just by species, not even counting his personal skill.

Anyway, what’s the worst it could be?

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By the time the world changes for Fabian, he unconsciously notes the sunrise cresting over the horizon, the warm edge to the breeze, and the ever-so-slight electrified feeling in the air.

He finds his frequented berry patch, prepared to settle down for a calming breakfast in his secret grove, and he is quick to realize that he’s not alone. His nose twitches, whiskers shuddering, and the Jolteon ducks against a fallen tree. A Paras scuttles away, back to its home in the rotting depths.

He only got a glance at the large, quadruped figure before dashing out of sight. He’s fast, not a fighter, but this is his spot, his special food reserve that the eeveelution has been defending for ages. Fabian lets electricity shoot through his pelt, static clinging onto fibers as his pelt begins to spike, golden filament sparkling.

Fabian steps out from behind the trunk, and freezes completely.

The figure stands upon a boulder, basking in the sunlight that creeps through a gap in the treetops. The figure is strong, clearly trained, muscles rippling beneath a thin yellow pelt as it turns its head, crimson eyes twinkling as as they catch the light and sight of the Jolteon. A rolling shroud of purple, shadowed clouds cascade across the Pokemon’s back, and a wave of realization has locked Fabian’s muscles in place.

It’s a fucking god.

An amused rumble sounds from Raikou’s throat, looking over his own shoulder. Gleaming blue whiskers twitch. “A little Jolteon,” he remarks. “Come over here.” Raikou’s gaze shifts to an open position on the boulder he perches upon.

What in Arceus’ name is he supposed to do? Say no? Fabian’s mind has completely gone numb, but complies with the request, padding over with shaky steps as the electricity from his pelt defuses into the ground. He keeps his posture low, trying to avoid any disrespect, although he’s not sure if it’s even necessary; Raikou is at the very least triple his size, and more if you count Fabian from his form without his spiking pelt.

He sits beside Raikou, still staring in awe. Raikou seems unbothered.

“I think I will tell you a little story,” Raikou decides. “Because I was once like you. Our stories of origin are as mythical as our presence, but you may be privy to the truth,” he begins, and Fabian’s ears begin to perk up, taking in every word, branding it into memory. “We—Suicune, Entei, and I— were mortal, once, which is how we began our path to immortality. A Vaporeon, a Flareon, and a Jolteon, vanquished in the disastrous fire that decimated Ecruteak Tower. I was the first, a little Jolteon, much like you,” he rumbles, a fond edge to his voice as he looks back upon the memory.

“Struck by the lightning that ignited the tower, my companions fled for their lives upon my pleading. So much electricity, power, coursing through my mortal form… it was wonderful. But, I couldn’t handle it, until a bright, resplendent form shadowed over the tower. A giant beak engulfed my form, and down I went.” Fabian, enraptured, can’t help but tilt his head at the thought.

“Swallowed down into a stomach, my wounds were healed, the immense power I had channeled being absorbed by body I was within. And, as my companions nearly perished, they joined me in the belly of the creature we had climbed the tower to worship in the first place.”

“Ho-oh,” Fabian whispers. Raikou nods, a purr rumbling in approval.

“Once the fire was quenched, he carried us away, conscious, safe, and confused. He answered our queries without us even asking, promising us for our bravery, selflessness, and resourcefulness a position among his pantheon. And thus, we elevated our status, our lives, reincarnated as we are today thanks to Ho-oh’s power,” Raikou finishes. Fabian remains in awe, having the situation at hand catching up to him, and also considering the sheer amount of power that Ho-oh must possess.

“I still fondly think of my mortal life,” Raikou comments, gaze peering through the gap in the canopy. “Living mindlessly, thinking only of surviving and prowling the wilds.” Fabian can’t help but feel like his tone turns slightly condescending, but he also can’t deny the legendary the right to that. “Legendary life is simply in a tier of its own.”

Raikou’s gaze shifts to Fabian directly, and he immediately feels the impact of such, as a gentle electric charge courses through his muscles, rendering them paralyzed in a mere moment, of a type that Fabian has been immune to for ages. “Of course, I cannot do as much as the grander beings, such as Ho-oh himself, but there are some things I can do,” he says, tongue flicking out. “And I most certainly enjoy the tastes of the mortal plane.”


Fabian realizes that’s going to happen, and he can’t even begin to consider whether it’s bad or not. Raikou leisurely yawns, maw gaping wide, as if letting Fabian witness the view. His tongue flexes naturally, saliva accumulating in anticipation.

Raikou is going to eat him.

It’s… kind of horrifying, kind of… an honor? A legendary is giving him so much attention, telling him tales, revealing mystical knowledge, but eating him?

It doesn’t seem like thinking about is going to change anything, however, as his muscles are still frozen, only able to gaze up in awe as Raikou’s maw begins to descend upon the Jolteon. His breath is warm and humid, saliva dripping down gleaming fangs. Raikou seems to be acting very carefully, however, angling his protruding canines so that Fabian’s entire head is engulfed, only even touching the maw’s fleshy walls upon reaching the back of his throat.

And it begins.

Raikou purrs around Fabian’s head, a powerful gulp pushing him into the legend’s throat! Raikou lifts his head up, mouth closing over his belly, legs dangling, still limp from the initial paralysis. Fabian doesn’t even know what to think anymore! Both body and mind numb, he simply… experiences it all. Another pull of his throat brings the Jolteon almost completely in, with one last slurp! taking in his legs!

Surrounded by pushing, fleshy walls, Fabian still can’t move, as peristalsis grips onto him and ushers him along through a fleshy ring, depositing him into a moist, fleshy hammock—

Raikou’s stomach.

Pushed in, the Jolteon immediately bunches up, although notes that there’s still a little wiggle room. A tentative movement reveals that the paralysis has worn off, but just too late. “Wh-what…?” Fabian stammers, feeling around the interior of the chamber. He can very faintly see the fleshy pink walls, liquid dripping around him occasionally. It’s not enough to worry about drowning, and through overwhelmed breaths, realizes that somehow, he can breathe?

The world around him shudders in an echoing rumble, not unlike thunder, which he realizes must be a purr. Something— maybe a paw?— presses against him, gently jabbing into the exterior of the stomach, fondling against the sagging bulge that he must be making on the outside of the legend (and the thought of which kinda makes him happy?).

“Delicious,” Raikou rumbles from above and around Fabian, and for some reason, an elated trill goes through his heart. Maybe… because he’s making such a being like Raikou happy? “Johto has a wonderfully unique taste, mortals in other regions can’t even compare!” he compliments. Fabian blushes, although very slight underneath the pinkish hue of the chamber.

“I have to say, little Jolteon,” Raikou teases, laying down against the warmed rock, rested his weight upon his stomach. Fabian gasps as the pressure increases tenfold, a bulk of muscle turning the flexible cavern into a tight cocoon. “I think I like you. A little, cute, tasty morsel, a reminder of my mortal days and how far I have progressed. I think I’ll be taking you with me.” He fondly looks upon the bulge being squashed beneath him. “And you’re most certainly not in a position to deny. Nor would you want to, would you?”

Shocked into silence as he processes what had just been offered, Fabian considers the question. Would he? It’s an amazing honor, even to have been in the presence of the legendary for so long, and to serve him would be any Electric Pokemon’s dream. The compliments are also extremely flattering, the golden opportunity presenting itself. But…

“What will happen to me?” he dares to ask, and thankfully, Raikou doesn’t seem disrespected by his question.

“Us legends don’t dawdle often upon your mortal plane. We have our own spaces, mystical lands whereupon we control the nature of its reality. You’ll be brought to my oasis there, provided a small sampling of mystical power, and when I am not in need of you, you have full freedom across our plane and the mortal one,” Raikou explains. “And it’s decided,” he adds solidly.

Fabian feels the pressure disappear, the stomach returning to its hammock-like state as Raikou stands up, Fabian swinging from side to side as the legendary moves. There's the sound of distant wind whistling, crackling electricity, and Fabian can feel the shift between planes; a wave of energy courses through him, one of a mystical overwhelming energy, and the world snaps to silence, to piercing void overtaking his vision, sending him limp, asleep and safe, in the Raikou's soft insides.