Pika-Peeps!

Pika-Peeps!

Pika-Peeps!
by Bishiebunny
Warning... contains elements of shrinking and bloodless vore

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It had seemed like such a good idea at the time. Slap a few stamps on the ole poke-ball, place in the mailbox and hop in. Why pay first class when you could simply pay shipping and handling?

One week of "handle with care" later and suddenly coach on PokE-air wasn't looking half so bad. Most of it was lost in the sensory deprivation that was the ball's sleep cycle. But there was plenty of bumpy ride left to go around.

Sparky groaned a bit during his more lucid moments, hungry and suddenly worried. Nina Nine-tales, the mother of his vulpix bud, had promised to place the pika's poke-ball on top of her son's Easter basket. Such a cute way to surprise his friend and share a chocolate bun bun upon arrival.

Only, what if she forgot? What if he got lost in the mail? What if his friend decided, at the last moment, to skip out that day; bypassing both chocolate and any chance Sparky had of stretching his legs before the week was through?

The internal mechanism that gave him some semblance of time and space inside the sphere told him he had arrived a few hours ago. A quick peek through the peripherals also spied that he was in fact, sitting atop the green plexi-grass common to the season. At least he had skimmed by the first two possible calamities... assuming of course this wasn't a grouchy Charizard's basket.

Whew, all he had left to do was wait. Changing a few settings, reseting the unset of the stasis field before it could restart, he sat back in his red and white Easter egg and waited for the reunion to come. There was nothing to left to do.

Just lay back and wait. Just sit right in, wishing he had a magazine and wait. Hurry up, and wait. Here he was, ready to go; Guffman wasn't there, all there was to do was... wait.

Good lord, he was bored.

And hungry. Part of what gave a pokemon that killer instinct when it popped into battle was the slow onset of hunger that the waxing and waning stasis field allowed. Usually the poke-bound traveler was unaware of it until released. Usually, but not in Sparky's case.

His tummy rumbled and fizzed with hunger sparks. Where was his friend? Could he have really gone to visit someone else? Surely Nina would let him out sooner or later to tell him what happened. Of course, she had no way of knowing Sparky had switched off the stasis. He could always switch it back on but it always gave him a headache and he'd just as soon not.

Mmmmm! That chocolate bunny sure did look good. And that plastic egg; surely it was full of a jelly bean bounty. Ack, even those insidious marshmallow Peeps were starting to look tasty!

That's it, he needed out and he needed out now. Maybe Nina could tell him where his friend was and offer a starving pika something to chu. He had to wipe away a bit of drool at the thought. Nodding his head in decision, he began working the controls for a premature release.

Hmm, that's odd. Access denied? Oh good lord, had he accidentally set it for exterior opening only? No! Not when he was sooo close to masticative bliss! Luckily, the balls were designed to spill their contents with enough internal trauma; he'd just have to fight his way out.

As he crackled and crashed against the ceramic sides, he wondered if maybe he should have mailed himself in a wet paper bag instead. Ouch! No, he quickly rejected the idea, remembering an incident in the shower where he had slipped on the tile and accidentally discharged in a moist tub. To this day, he still wore rubber slippers in the bath.

Finally, it was starting to give. Hmmm, what were all those red readings? "Error! Poke-ball breach immeniant," began dancing across the internal monitor. Something else flashing by, "Possible hostile entity, releasing in minimized form for safety."

What did that mean?

He landed with a "whurf," as his body sank knee deep into a pseudo-green jungle. Blinking, he looked around, trying to get his bearings. Where was his vulpal's bedroom? And what was with this weird foliage? It seemed more astro then turf.

A squeal escaped his lips as he looked up to the towering brown lagomorph before him. What sort of pokemon was that? Did they whip up a new type just to keep him on his toes? Chocolate? The new types were flavors? Was electricity good against chocolate?

That bewildering train of thought finally disembarked in an all new destination. The world spun about for the pikachu as he began to fully grasp his situation. "I- I've been shrunk!"

Was this what they had meant about the new balls having upgraded security features?

Ridiculous! Sure, it'd be great to keep a rampaging Onyx from working his disgruntlement off at your kid's birthday party, but what did you do afterwords? What good was a three inch pika? And what about breakfast, his tummy tossed in as an aside.

He tested his lung capacity with a few shrill "Pika!" hoping someone in the household would notice his presence. It didn't take long to realize that his tiny lungs didn't carry much weight or volume. He whimpered, falling to his knees in a clump of plastic pastels. It would be hours before they heard him and his absentee friend might not be home till who knows when.

Alright, a pika had to do what a pika had to do. He could already feel a few twinges of guilt for the sacrilege he was about to comment on that most sacred of bunny days, but he just HAD to have something. Pulling an art pencil from his pocket, he considered his options.

No way he was going to be able to open one of those plastic jelly bean capsules and somehow, that choco-rabbit just seemed far too intimidating to be worth even a try. With a resigned sigh, he approached the marshmallowy "goodness" of sugar-crusted peepers. The middle peep seemed to stare up at him through a singular blood-shot eye, cowering in sugar saturated sweetness.

He couldn't help but feel an odd sort of kinship for the confection. After all, he was yellow, red spotted and saccharine sweet as well. Still, his tummy wasn't willing to wait a moment longer. "Sorry peepachu. It's either you or me."

What followed was the sort of violent scene that has mothers covering their little one's eyes and parent groups the world over shaking their heads in disgust. It was also the sort of scene played out every Christmas the moment any eight year-old got a hold of their brightly wrapped parcels.

Soon, sticky faced and covered in marshmallowy remains, Sparky was whimpering and rubbing a thoroughly peep-stuffed belly.

"Chuuuuu..." he crooned. The sugar rush had propelled him all the way through the act of supreme gorging and now he could hardly move. The body simply wasn't designed to handle that much sugar all at once and it cried out for a moment of silence while it tried to process it all. Consequently, Sparky found himself curling up in the recently vacated peep slot.

"Jes a little nappy and then I'll figure a way out of this... *yawn* mess."

***

Denise the vulpix came home rather grumpy. Her younger brother's sleep-over had gotten extended an extra day which had meant her mom had to go out and pick the little annoyance up. Why couldn't the brat have just stayed at home and woken up to his basket of overly sugar-endowed goodies like a good widdle poke?

Of course, being the big sister, it had been up to HER to find a ride home from school. She was already well known as the only drive-aged teenager at her high school without her own car. Did she really need to remind everyone?

Scowling, she ran long fingers through her slightly unkempt hair, slipping into the bathroom. Her scowl was partly for her mother, partly for her little brother and mostly for those hateful glasses nurse Jenny had prescribed. "No wonder none of the boy pokes are falling over themselves to help out an obviously distressed maiden."

Well, maybe if she had put a little sway to it or perhaps fluttered a tail. She couldn't gripe too much. Nature had endowed her with the proper tools of the trade, both above and below. A little jiggle up top, a little shash-shay down below and she would have had a ride. Still, she hated begging for it, or anything else for that matter.

Laying her glasses on the sink, because she could see just fine without them whatever that hackneyed nurse had to say, she kicked off her shoes. Toes dug into the nicely thick carpet and her tails began to dance. Finally she once more asserted herself over her domain. She was, after all, Teenagerious Rex and she had the house to herself.

As she slipped past her brother's doorway, something gave the newly crowned queen pause. There it was, the Easter basket for her ingrate sibling. Chocolate chewables and jellied beans were just laying there, neglected by that bratty bro of hers. Well, if he wasn't going to indulge, why shouldn't she?

Moving into the usually perilous territory that was her brother's room, she slowly took stock of her snacking options. Lets see, a chocolate bunny? No, that would be sacrilege and even a queen knew better then to taunt the bunny gods. Jelly beans? Nah, mothers liked to put those things in pressurized eggs. She wasn't in the mood to play hide and go seek with a naughty cherry bean.

Hmmm, what's this? She leaned in a little closer and ran a finger along a box-like package; torn cellophane? Somehow the peeps had been defiled! Well, perhaps she wasn't being a naughty sister after all. It would be a shame for her little brother to get a tummy-ache after eating an unsafe peep.

Reaching into the mangled package, she snatched the first one her fingers could catch.

It felt a little odd, almost anemic. She paused a moment to consider. Maybe it WAS really messed up somehow. But how on Earth could you ruin a peep? Giggling, she leaned back onto the floor, spreading her tails behind her for a nice, furry seat.

***

Sparky woke up just in time to marvel at the new sensation of flight, choke at the bizarre tightness of his shirt and then stare down the long dark tunnel of Denise's throat. Her tongue seemed to be presented especially to welcome him and her warm, vulpine breath sent a near sinful shudder down the young pika's spine.

He barely let out a whimper before she had dropped him onto her tongue and shut her mouth with finality all around him. The wet muscle below suddenly swelled up, like a moon driven tide, grinding him against her upper mouth. The heated air that ran along his body in a humid suckle told him she was savoring his taste.

Sparky knew he should say or do something, anything to avoid this newfound fate. But all he could think of was, did he taste good? The rumbling, near purr that ran through his body seemed to suggest so. Finally, the savor over, he felt her head tilt back as he began to tumble down.

It wasn't a far fall before wet walls on either side gripped and slowly pulled him down farther and farther into a deepening darkness. Why didn't he say something? Anything? At least struggle to climb out?

His only response was to give another shudder as she finally pulled him fully within with an echoing gulp.

***

"What are you up to squirt?" Denise was leaning against his door again. He always hated when his big sister did that. She knew exactly how much it annoyed him whenever she stuck a toe onto his private domain. But then of course, he knew she had been in his room anyway... the missing peep was evidence of that.

Still, for the moment, he had more important matters to deal with. "Looking for my friend Sparky. His poke-ball is empty, but mom swore he was in it this morning."

Denise just shrugged, "Good luck. I have enough problems of my own without keeping track of your los-ulp!" she was interrupted by a rather satisfying burp. She didn't mind sharing it with her younger brother, though had any other male been present, she'd have been mortified. Finishing up with a smile, she continued, "...loser friends. Hey, what do you think your starring at?"

The younger, male vulpix just continued to stare.

Had her belly just... sparked?


-The End-