The sun baked the ground with its intense heat, the dry sand crackling and shifting as
the hours passed on. The lone Flygon lay curled up on the island coast, just far enough
so that they were soothed by the sound of the waves, but did not touch them.

>>57909047 (OP)
In reality it would just end up looking like this and you know it

>>57909054
you’re the worst kind of schizo because you refuse to shut the fuck up

>>57909066
You say this only because i'm right

>>57909047 (OP)
A small
divot in the beach sand would remain its resting place for a few midday hours, and
though the pokemon was lucky enough to get this far without interruptions, that luxury
wouldn’t last forever.
The group of beachgoers stabbed the bottom of their umbrella into the sand as they set
up camp. They only seemed to grow louder as they settled in, which inevitably woke up
the Flygon from its nap. It squinted its eyes as it adjusted to the harsh sun, but quickly
got used to the conditions before perking its head up and looking around for the cause of
the disturbance. Almost immediately, it spotted the two women and their pokemon
lounging on the beach under their big parasol, all lying on a towel and chair they had set
up. A single Gardevoir also accompanied them, though it was entirely silent. The psychic
type knelt near its owner, Kalos region’s champion Diantha, sharing the space on her
grand-sized towel in the shade. The final member of the group was another champion,
though this time from the Sinnoh region. Cynthia was laid back on her chair as she
chatted about nonsense that the dragon type had no care about. Both women were clad
in opposite-colored one-piece bathing suits that hugged their bodies tightly enough to
show off, but at the same time weren’t constricting. Kalos’ champion wore white, while
Sinnoh’s wore black, and they seemed to be nothing more than adaptations of their
iconic outfits fit for the beach.

While the two had their fun relaxing and talking up a storm, Flygon was looking around
to see if there were any bystanders on the beach to interrupt its current plan. Upon
seeing nobody in their vicinity, it vibrated its wings and took off. Luckily, nobody
seemed to notice the pokemon heading towards them, so it landed somewhat close,
kicking up a substantial amount of sand when it reached the ground.

>>57909093
Both women
shielded their faces from the mini-sandstorm as Gardevoir stood up to protect them if
need be, but was quickly taken out by the Flygon. It landed right behind the group and
stretched its mouth around the Gardevoir’s head and kept its body in place with its
small clawed hands. There was almost no fight to be had; the psychic type’s smaller and slender body slid down the dragon’s throat with ease. Flygon only needed four gulps to
send the wriggling bulge down to its stomach, which bulged outward with the new
inclusion. A small amount of psychic energy emanated from inside, but the guardian
Gardevoir was just too weak to even free itself from the large Flygon.
After what was only a quick minute of dealing with the pokemon, the still-annoyed
Flygon began to deal with the actual problem at hand. By now, Cynthia and Diantha had
recovered from the sand attack and turned to see what was happening. All they were
met with was a six and a half foot pokemon with a bulbous gut extending from its
middle. The Gardevoir’s struggles were faintly visible through the predator’s tough skin,
and upon noticing them, both women backed up a few steps.
“Oh, h-hi there !” Cynthia started, her voice shaking ever-so-slightly.
“How about you just spit our friend out of there? We won’t bother you again.” Diantha
added as the Sinnoh champion reached for a pokeball she had brought along.

The Flygon simply stared in response, already aware of what they were trying to do. It
lunged forwards at the black swimsuit-clad woman, which caused her to both whiff the
pokeball she had and land square in the dragon’s mouth. Its tongue leaped out of its
maw and wrapped around Cynthia’s upper body as Diantha watched in horror. The wet
appendage pulled her into its throat