This is a Melodic Mischief story, which includes Rhyming Poetry indicated by (- - - - -) Progressive Writing indicated by (---) and Sensory/Descriptive Writing indicated by (- -) [Com.] Melodic Mischief: Tours in Full Today is your lucky day as a Poke-Biologist! You just found a Mew and they offered you some kind of tour no-less! You don’t exactly know what kind of tour they are referring to, but this is your big chance! How could you refuse? (Warning! Includes: Oral Vore, Full Tour, YOU; a Poke-Biologist as the prey, a Mew as the predator, Gas, Scat, Burps, Farts, and Watersports!) If you only want to read the major vore sections of the story, look for the (VORE HERE ↓↓↓) label. ---------- You’re a Pokemon biologist, one with about a year's-worth of experience on your belt. Despite your best efforts to be at the forefront of Poke-Research, you always fall behind your competition, never managing to discover the next big thing about the anatomy of Pokemon. Despite the fact that you’re not in it for the fame, you always feel disheartened as you're left in the dust by the other Poke-Researchers of your hometown. But today is going to change that, you have a plan and it’s sure to set your name in stone as a well-respected researcher. The plan in question? You’re going to find a Legendary! You’ve been studying this forest for almost a year now after hearing the rumors of a Mew being spotted in the area, and with every consecutive search, you feel like you’re getting closer and closer to your greatest discovery yet. “”Today will be the day!”” You tell yourself. So you wander, and search, and study, and repeat the formula for the entire day. As the hours slowly dip into the sunset evening, your stomach begins to sink. You were almost certain that you’d find the Legendary Mew today, but as the warmth of the sun begins to fade over the mountains in the horizon, you feel less and less confident that you’re going to go home with anything more than a pair of muddy boots. However, right as you turn to defeatedly make your way home, you hear a rustle in the trees nearby. You quickly pull out a camera strapped around your waist and adjust the focus as you point it towards where you heard the noise. You wait for a couple minutes, expecting another clue, another hint of life, but when no such presence greets your senses, you lower your camera back down and sigh. “”The Mew must be teasing me!”” You think to yourself before turning back around, however, you stop dead in your tracks when you hear a voice that isn’t yours. “Mewbe! I do love a good tease every now and then!” The voice is feminine and sounds like it’s coming from all around you, but the key thing you note from it is the “Mew”. Feeling like this is it, you grab your camera and prepare to snap a photo. “Oh- So you are here! Show yourself! … Er- Please.” Still holding your camera at the ready, you try speaking towards the Legendary, asking for her to show herself, wherever she is. “Aw, quite the gentleman! And here I thought you were gonna be a greedy little biologist.” The voice giggles in amusement, seeming amused by just how eager you act. “I mean- I just could really use a bit of study on you, nobody else has documented the deeper biologies of your species, or if there’s even multiple of you. If I could document a Legendary’s anatomy, that would set me up for life!” “We’re Mythical Pokemon, you know? Not legendaries.” “Huh? Aren’t they the same thing?” “No!” The Mew laughs at you, making you blush as you start to feel a bit awkward. “But- If it’s research you want, I could give you a tour. Would you be interested in that?” “A tour? What do you mean?” A part of you is eager to accept the offer right away, but the caution in your head prompts you to question. “I mean a tour, silly! It will be great, with all the sights, smells, sounds, and everything else you could ever need about my anatomy! In one tour, you’d undoubtedly have everything you need to become the most respected researcher, perhaps in the whole world!” The voice begins slowly circling around you, you’re unsure of whether it’s actually in your head or not. “I still don’t know-” “Then let me lay it out in a way you’d understand! Song!” “Wait wha-” - - - - - “So, we’d start from the jaw!” “You’d learn how we eat food!” “Then we’d go down south” “To learn the smells that I exude!” “After which you’ll know the details” “Of my body on the full-scale!” “Doesn’t that sound nice?” “And get this, I won’t even charge a price!” --- “Uhm-” Your face is completely red, the Mew’s song hardly even rhymed. You almost pipe up, telling the Mew how you disliked her poem, but you ultimately decide against it. “I still don’t know. It sounds like there’d still be a catch to i-” Suddenly, something shakes your left hand. You quickly turn to look at it, and you nearly gasp in awe as you see a Mew floating there, roughly 1/3rd your height and shaking your own hand for you. “Deal! I knew you’d agree!” The Mew laughs, giggling loudly as her soft aqua eyes glimmer brightly, consuming your thought process whole as you’re overcome by the Mew’s sheer Mythical beauty. For a moment, you're completely lost, not even paying any mind to the fact that the Mew just made your deal for you. All you can pay attention to is the Mew’s gorgeous eyes that glimmer pristinely and her long tail that sways hypnotizingly. “Oh wow- You really have never seen a Mythical before. … Helloooo?” The Mew mocks your own silence, noticing how you ceased almost all your functions the moment you saw her. You’re so enveloped by everything about seeing a Mythical for the first time, that you don’t even notice the Mew physically speaking to you. The discovery that Mews can actually talk without telepathy would be ground-breaking, unfortunately, you’re too ground-broken to pay attention. “Psh- Too lost to even snatch a photo! Hmf-... I know what will snap you out of it!” The Mew holds up her paws and claps. Immediately, it’s like a bubble being burst within your own head, sounding so loud and irritating that you’re completely brought back into reality. You look at the Mew with an agitated expression. “Ah! What’d you do that for?!” “Cause I want you to be conscious for every step of the tour, silly! What’s the point of giving you a tour if you don’t get to consciously experience every second of it?” “I still don’t think I agreed to that-” “You did, I shook your paw, remember?” “But I didn’t shake yours.” “Technically, you did!” “Uh- Sigh- Fine, don’t do anything funny!” “Great! Let’s begin! Be sure to get a photo everywhere you go!” - - The Mew giggles with a wide grin as she gracefully floats around you. You’re still really nervous about how exactly she’s planning to give you the tour, but you’d already agreed to it so there’s most certainly no going back now. As the Mew floats around you, you start to get dizzy and your stomach starts to sink. At first, you don’t know what’s happening, but when the surrounding trees start to grow larger and the Mew giggles mischievously, you get an idea, and you don’t like it. The grass around your feet reaches your ankles, then your knees, then your waist. Either everything around you is growing rapidly, or you're shrinking. Eventually, when you fall to the ground and land buried within your own clothes, only to watch as they subsequently are lifted up and tossed away by the Mew’s psychic abilities, you realize what happened; you shrunk! Now shrunk down to just a few inches tall, you immediately go into a state of panic, at this size, everything poses a huge threat to you, the Mew especially. When you look up, you see the Mythical Pokemon towering above you like a gigantic skyscraper hundreds of times your size. Her glimmering aqua eyes that once spoke beauty now speak a far more unnerving tune, one that’s littered with dominance and amusement. The Mew laughs, and at her size compared to yours, she sounds like an ear-piercing siren roaring for miles. Being so small, you get to more closely notice all of the intricate details and patterns littered along the Mew’s body. Even despite the fact that her skin is mostly smooth and gorgeously pink, there are still so many details that you’d have never noticed if you weren’t the size you are currently. Her gorgeous presence is almost enough to calm you down, but the nature in her expression keeps your heart pounding. (VORE HERE ↓↓↓) (↓↓↓) (↓↓↓) (↓↓↓) The Mew’s grin grows wider as she lowers herself to the ground in front of you. While her feet never truly touch the ground, they dangle mere inches above the surface. Moments later, she lowers her head down to you and smiles. Her grin makes you shiver, and you scoot yourself away from the Mew as you try to keep a safe distance. Unfortunately, you’re quick to back yourself against a rock with nowhere to go, and the Mew giggles at you, clearly taking enjoyment in watching you shiver. For a while, the Mythical simply stares at you, watching your every nervous movement with a keen eye. You nearly squeal when she moves closer and pokes her tongue out from her mouth, “Shlllp!” The Mew licks her tongue across your entirety, immediately coating you in a thick veil of slick saliva. You shudder in disgust, but before you can fully understand the stuff you’re bathing in, the Mew licks you again, this time with a far more slobbery tongue. --- “Mrf- Gh- Ah- Stop!” You beg out against the tongue that’s slurping you, only for it to slurp you again with so much force that you’re momentarily lifted into the air. Even just the small fall of a few centimeters is enough to take the wind out of your lungs, making you gasp as you hold up your soaking wet arm and continue trying to beg for mercy. “Wait! Mrf-” The tongue continues to lick against you, this time accompanied by a cute “Mew” as your predator eagerly slurps up your flavor. Judging from the way the Mew can’t stop herself from indulging, your taste must be purely exquisit. In just a minute of constant licking, you’re already dripping from head to toe with warm saliva, so warm in fact, that it feels like you're stewing in a sauna, a really warm, somewhat smelly sauna. “Eee-Hee! You taste so wonderful! I bet you’ll taste even better inside my mouth!” The Mew’s words make you panic. You’re ever so slowly realizing what she meant by tour, and as it finally hits you, you nearly scream. “I’M NOT FOOD!” You protest with as much might as your tiny voice can muster, unfortunately, all you get in response is an amused giggle from your predator before she brings her head in close and opens her mouth wide. “Ahhh- You agreed to this, remember~? Come on, take a photo then climb inside, don’t leave my stomach waiting or I’ll-” The Mew is interrupted by a belch that escapes her lips. Immediately, you recoil and gag at the horrid smell, even just a single burp is enough to make you want to throw up as the warm gas flows over you while accompanied by several strands and droplets of saliva. “Urf- You’re making me gassy just thinking about eating you- Take a photo! Then climb inside or I’ll give you a tour starting from the back-door instead!” The Mew’s powerful words ring loudly in your ears, making you scared to refuse her demands as you pull out your camera and begrudgingly angle it to take a photo of the Mew’s wide-open mouth. - - - - - You watch and stare As her tongue softly undulates. The way it moves Makes it hard to concentrate. But regardless how you feel You prepare to take a photo. But right as you snap it Another belch reverberates. --- “Meeeooowrp-” The Mew burps right into your face the moment you take the photo. The way the Mew’s gas softly tickles your skin makes your entire body cringe up as you try to plug your nose and ignore the smell. “Ee-Hee- Oops, I do tend to burp a lot when my stomach’s empty. You should probably get around to touring it sooner rather than later, wouldn’t you say?” The Mew teases you about the deal in place, and you shudder as you continue quietly staring into her mouth. You don’t respond to the Mew’s question, being too consumed by the vision of the dark abyss that waits just beyond her tongue. You shudder and shiver at the thought of disappearing beyond it, but deep down, you know you don’t have a choice. You gulp down all of your disgusts, anxieties, and fears as you hold your camera tight and stand up before stepping forward. You stare at the Mew’s throat for a few seconds longer before you squint your eyes shut and jump in. “”This research better be damned worth it!”” You think to yourself as you embrace the soft, saliva covered embrace of the mew’s pink-red tongue. The Mew shudders a little, seeming not to have fully expected your cooperation, she isn’t one to deny it however, and grins as she slowly pulls her tongue in and closes her mouth tight, ensuring that the front-door is entirely sealed behind you. You take another gulp, trying to cope with the humidity of your environment. Deep down, you know that there’s only one way down from here, but the Mew takes her time to indulge and play with her snack. The Mythical’s tongue lightly coils around you, squeezing you tight before sloshing you in and out of the pools of saliva that build up in the darkest corners of her mouth. There’s hardly any light in here, and despite not being able to see anything, you can feel it all too well. Everything about the saliva in here sticks to your skin and helps to blast you with the scent of the Mew’s bad breath. “Mrf- Like a very tasty, hard little candy! I like~” The Mew compliments your flavor, allowing her tongue to get rough as it relentlessly tosses you about like salad, ensuring that every inch and crevasse on your body is thoroughly drenched in drool. You gasp for air whenever you have the chance to breathe, but every time you do, your lungs tingle with the smell of breath that is anything but fresh. You can hardly bear your own sense of smell, but you know that things are only going to get worse on this detailed tour of a Mew’s digestive tract. A part of you prays that you won’t get the full experience, but another part of you knows there’s no getting off of this ride. “Mmmm~ I could slurp you up for hours! Hmf- Luckily for you, I’m starving! You better have your camera at the ready, you’re not going to want to miss any details! If you do, well- I’ll just have to give you another tour!” The Mew’s words hardly phase you compared to everything else you’re experiencing, and as quickly as you hear it, you completely forget it. You try to squirm, but every movement you make is overshadowed by the powerful tongue that’s playing with you like candy. Nothing hurts, luckily, but that doesn’t take away from the fact that the Mew’s saliva is steadily softening you up and getting you ready for the next step of your tour. - - Your pounding heart momentarily freezes as the tongue flicks you backwards towards the Mew’s throat. In a moment of desperation, you reach around for anything to grab onto, but all you manage to do is slap against the tongue and the walls. In just a matter of moments, a soft “Sqlrsh” rings out all around you as you land tightly within the Mew’s throat and are immediately gripped by strong muscle. Your weakened, slickened body is then pushed straight down by a powerful motion of peristalsis, one accompanied by a rumbling “Glrp!”, the Mew very clearly and eagerly swallowing you whole. Your descent is slow and consistent, inch by inch, you’re dragged down towards the Mew’s churning depths, and you cough as your nostrils are greeted with a smell that rapidly grows worse and worse. You try to slap your arms against the walls and stop yourself, but no-matter what you do, you don’t manage to stop the Mew from feeding on you whole and alive. After what feels like entire minutes passing down the Mew’s esophagus, you splash into a roomier chamber, one that’s littered with all sorts of juices, mostly stomach acid and a few piles of sludge that are likely left from whatever the Mew had eaten last. Your entire body shivers uncontrollably as you're immediately covered with all sorts of fluids you had researched but never got to experience first-hand. It’s absolutely appalling, and the smell is indescribable with words, being so potent that it stings at your nostrils and fogs your thought process. Regardless, you’re happy you didn’t land in one of the gross, dark, thick piles of mush that surround you. Unfortunately, that only plus-side is taken away when the Mew happily flips upside down. Your own stomach turns as you're thrown up against the roof along with the piles of sludge and are quick to merge with a thick batch of the stuff. The Mew seems to know your plight and giggles loudly. After playfully floating upside down, the Mew returns to her normal posture and allows you, along with the rest of her stomach contents, to fall down and pile up at the center of her stomach. The stuff you’re covered in is so thick that you can’t even move your limbs to reach out and uncover yourself. You groan as you’re forced to endure the absolutely wretched mass you’re stewing within. Then, it hits you! “”I’m going to digest!”” You suddenly remember that acid digests food, and that you’re currently inside a Pokemon’s stomach where digestion happens. When you begin to believe that you’re going to meet your fate as a layer of fat on the Mew’s mythical frame, you squirm and wiggle around wildly, begging within your own head to be let free. Unfortunately, freedom doesn’t appear within your grasp, especially as the Mew happily belches and laughs at your predicament. --- “Bwooooarp! Mm~ Hm~ Excuse me! But don’t worry, you’ll be fine! I can keep my own stomach acid from digesting you! I am a Mythical Pokemon after all!” The Mew’s voice is positively booming, and every word the Pokemon speaks causes your confines to rumble and shake, only further disorienting you. Admittedly, knowing that you might survive this is definitely a plus, but at the same time, that also means that you’re going to have to slog through hours, or perhaps even days of a Mew’s digestive system; a process which will most certainly include the tight, fleshy maze just a little ways deeper. “But yeah, excuse all the gas. Things might get a little smelly near the tailend of your tour~” The Mew teases with a giggle, clearly happy to toy with your very conscious as you rest buried underneath a combined mass of recent, half-digested meals. You groan, unable to do anything to help get yourself out of the pile. You can’t even move your camera around to take a photo, it’s all too heavy for your tiny little body to stand even the smallest of a chance. “Mrf- Please- Can’t- Move!” You hardly manage to speak up through the thick pile of sludge. In response, you get a giggle from the Mew. Moments later, an unexplainable force begins rubbing the piles of sludge against you, massaging your entirety in the gross muck of stomach contents as you whine and whimper, unable to fight against the psychic motions that are working to break your resolve. “Ee-Hee- I know! Mmmm~ Oh, this feels so nice~” The Mew purrs in pleasure, loving the sensations of moving her own food around within her stomach. She belches from all the motion in her stomach, releasing some of that horrid stench into the woods surrounding her. After she’s had her fun, she lifts you out of the pile and sets you down on top of it. Your whole body is aching and you’re dripping with all sorts of indescribable slimes, but you gasp in the moment of relief she gives you. Unfortunately, the air you breathe reeks of indescribable scents and you cough right after your own breath. “”Now! Take a photo! Wouldn’t want you to miss out on all the precious details of my stomach!”” The Mew’s voice suddenly sounds a hundred times louder as it rings within your own mind, the Mythical Pokemon clearly using her telepathy to communicate with you. You don’t refuse the Mew’s demands, worrying that your situation will get worse if you fight back. You take your camera and use the built-in flashlight to illuminate your surroundings. - - - - - You shudder and shiver As the sights make you quiver. All around you is flesh Permeated by a stench that isn’t fresh. All the sights, smells, and sounds All horrid and grody. The fact about your environment; It isn’t cozy. - - You take a deep breath, only to gag at the smell that accompanies it. Regardless, you take several photos of the Mew’s stomach and force yourself to indulge in even the minute details of her inner flesh. You do make note of some things that appear interesting, but for the most part, Mew’s stomach is just about as ordinary as a regular Pokemon’s stomach. As you snap the final photo, you notice the very, very faint glow that resides deep within the Mew’s flesh, perhaps relating to her Mythical nature. You try your best to take a photo of the glow, but before you can, a sudden psychic force pulls you downward, submerging you within the deep sludge you were sitting upon. You whine and whimper, trying to call out and beg not to be merged with the gross mass, but before you can even manage another breath, you’re already entirely buried beneath a wretchedly colorful mass of dark browns, pinks, greens, you name it. You try to move and crawl your way back out, but the Mew’s psychic abilities keep you completely trapped and hardly able to breathe through the wretched smelling mess. You can hear the Mew giggling within your own head, the creature using telepathy to ensure that you never miss just how much she delights in toying with you. You’re so overcome with disgust that you can’t even properly think your protests towards your predator, and even if you could, a part of you knows that the Mew wouldn’t care for your plight. You try to fight against the powers that hold you submerged, but no-matter what you do, you can’t even move your own limbs through the slimy, thick stomach sludge. The Mew’s giggling grows louder when psychic force begins mashing the pile of half-digested food against you, blending you within the sticky mass as the smell grows worse and worse. Your ears are buried so deep underneath the churning mess that you hardly hear or feel a rumble of gas belch up through the Mew’s throat. The longer you spend getting churned within the Mew’s stomach, the more your resolve breaks away, leaving you in a state of hopelessness as you give in and let the Mew churn her own food over you as much as she wants. She loves the feeling so much that the churning doesn’t stop for what feels like entire hours. For all that time, you spend every waking moment being constantly blended within a sticky pile of indescribable grossness, and there’s nothing you can do to fight it. When the constant churning finally ends, a psychic force shoves you even deeper, pushing you straight for the bottom of the stomach as the smell worsens even more than you thought possible. Trailing along all around you is the gross mass of food, now even more digested than before and awaiting the next step in the digestive process. Eventually, your face presses against a tight sphincter, one with a horrid aroma wafting from deeper inside. When you realize where you’re about to get squeezed into, you scream within your mind. --- “Ee-Hee- Come on, put up a bit more of a struggle! You’ll make it funner for the both of us~ And remember, miss any details on the way down and we’ll have to redo the tour over, and over, and over again!” You can hardly hear the Mew physically speaking anymore, with her voice being highly muffled beyond the thick, grody mass that you’re buried under. You shudder and shiver in pure horror as the sphincter opens up and slurps your skull with a loud “Shlrk” of moist, warm flesh consuming you. Right after your head passes into the tight, deep confines, your shoulders are quick to follow, with the Mew’s small intestine eagerly slurping you up like you are just another meal. “”Mmm~ Well, if you can squirm that is~ Things might get a bit more rough for you, I’m sure you know why~”” The Mew’s telepathic voice sounds louder the deeper you are within her, but yet again, you’re too broken to formulate a response, only lightly squirming and writhing as her intestinal tract slurps up the last of your feet and entirely seals you away within her bowels. You can’t move, the weight of the sludge that’s following along with you is too heavy to struggle against, and no-matter what you do, you can’t stop the Mew’s intestines from pushing you deeper into the horrid stench that’s getting consistently worse. “”You know I’m not going to help you take a photo this time right? You had better manage to snap a good picture of my small intestine or else we’ll do this tour again and I’ll make sure you stew in there for months~”” The Mew’s words make your stomach sink, if you don’t manage to get yourself out of the pile to take a photo, then- The thought makes you terrified. With all of your effort, you try to uncover yourself, but to nobody’s surprise, you remain stuck and trapped, surrounded on all sides by powerful flesh and thick, dirty piles of goop that are being sucked dry from nutrients and only becoming heavier. “”Can’t- No- Help me!”” You beg within your own mind, receiving nothing but an amused giggle from your predator. All the while, your confines are beginning to shake with motion, the Mew clearly traversing the forest to wherever her home may be. The motion causes your confines to heat up ever so slightly, and even the little notch of extra warmth is enough to make you sweat like mad. - - - - - The Mew’s bowels are tight Roughly squeezing and harsh. You need to take a photo But your chances to move are sparse. You writhe and squirm And try to crawl out of the pile. But no-matter what you do You're going to be stuck for a good long while. - - Your aching body is unable to bear the weight that rests on top of you, and as time passes, the disgusting mass of clumping goops saps your energy, leaving you completely dry of any willpower to try and take a photo of the Mew’s small intestine before you completely lose the chance to. The bowels only seem to get tighter and tighter, and the horrid sludge that you’re covered in only gets heavier. The smell is growing further unbearable, becoming so undeniably appalling that your very lungs are beginning to sting with every breath you take in the Mew’s deep depths. The flesh and sludge around you has also grown so thick that you can no longer hear the Mew whenever she tries to physically speak to you, all you can hear anymore is the gross rumblings and groanings of flesh and slime. As you pass deeper into the Mew’s intestines and constantly suffer through their tight, twisting and turning nature, you can slightly feel the air rumbling all around you. The rumbling gas becomes more and more defined the deeper you pass through the Mew’s bowels, and it’s clear that things are only going to get a million times worse from here. You cough and gag at the smell, hardly holding yourself from vomiting as the stench is so rancid that you can’t think straight. Worst of all, your time for taking a photo of the Mew’s small intestine is running short. You don’t actually have any idea how deep you are within your predator, but it feels like you’ve been stewing alive under soon-to-be shit for an eternity at this point. Unfortunately, even despite how long you’ve been bathing in this inescapable sauna, there’s no end in sight. Just outside, the Mew is cuddling up in a part of the forest she calls her den and laying down to rest. As her motions slow and relax, the heat of your tight confines lessens somewhat, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re being squeezed alive through a Mythical Pokemon’s wretched bowels. You try to speak out and beg with your mind, but no-matter how much your broken resolve tries to protest, all it does is feed the Mew’s gluttonous amusement. The Mythical Pokemon laughs and giggles at your plight, purely loving the sensations of feeling a living, writhing prey getting squeezed effortlessly through her own bowels. More than anything, she loves the way you beg, the way you squirm in disgust and pray for mercy, for a moment to breathe anything but the horrid Pokemon gas you’re boiling in. --- “”Mmm~ Hope you got the photo and are enjoying yourself in there~ I’m one to keep my word, so if you forget to take it, don’t worry, we can do this again and again~”” The Mythical Pokemon giggles and grins. Moments later, she presses her paws against the tiny bulge you make in her lower body and laughs as she feels you getting squeezed. She presses so hard that she nearly crushes you outright, but luckily for you, right as your bones begin to creak, she lets up and gives you a moment to gasp more of her appalling smells. “”Such a nice feeling~ Maybe I’ll sleep on you, who knows where you’ll be by the time I wake up~”” The Mew’s words fill you with dread. You don’t want to be stuck inside her bowels overnight, but no-matter which way you look at it, there’s nothing you can do to deny the Mythical her fun. You wriggle and writhe as you feel the bowel’s constant onslaught begin to lessen. It’s still relentless in ensuring that constant waves of peristalsis push you along, but it’s not as unbearable as it was when you were first dumped in here. Unfortunately, as the Mew begins to fall asleep, her wastes begin to stiffen and harden, as if sealing you away inside a coffin with no exit. The stuff has grown so dense to the point that you can’t even wiggle, and when you finally give up and succumb to your own exhaustion, you're left to the whims of the Mew’s bowels for however long they desire. You whine and whimper, unable to even move anymore. You can’t do anything, you can’t squirm, you can’t wiggle, you can’t even beg properly, not that the Mew would ever heed to your pleas. All you can do is breathe in the near-toxic fumes that waft within the Mew’s bowels, waiting for however long it will take for you to finally reach the tailend of this absolutely greuling full tour. - - - - - “Sqlrsh!” Things only seem to get worse. “Sqlish!” And they really make you wish. “Slhup!” That you’d never taken up. “Grrrrrn~” To being the Mew’s dish. --------------------- Some time later --------------------- - - You don’t know how long it’s been anymore. All you know is that you’ve been steadily pushing through the Mew’s bowels for far too long and want out. Despite however long it’s been, you can’t even tell if you’re nearing the large intestine yet, everything in the tight, dark pink caverns of the Mew’s inner body looks the same. The only hint that you’re still moving is the smell that’s growing worse and worse and reaching its final levels of intensity. Along with that, the gas that flows around you is continuing to waft and churn, growing further full of stench. Then, you finally feel a shift, a change in your environment as you're squeezed through a tight orifice into the Mew’s large intestine. The moment you slide in, all of the horrid waste squeezes in alongside you, keeping you entirely covered and drenched in the gross, smelly brown mass. You can hardly breathe due to the smell, but regardless, you manage to stay awake, consciously experiencing every second of the tour. After a moment of stewing within the Mew’s large intestine, the gas that has been building up around you rushes out towards the exit just a little ways deeper, and in a single rushing moment, the Mew lets out a loud, wet fart, with the force rumbling your environment and battering your broken headspace. You gag and groan, still completely chained down by what is now; Mew poop. Just outside, you can hear the Mew waking up from her own messy fart and subsequently giggling. It seems that she doesn’t mind the wretched stink of her own gas, and in fact, takes quite a lot of amusement in it, knowing that the smell is a hundred times worse for you. You can’t even think words anymore, just a jumbled mess of emotions about your disgusting situation. --- “”Mmmm~ How are you faring my little biologist? Still enjoying all the wondrous sensations of my bowels?”” When I finally let you out, you better have good photos of every inch of me, or else~!”” The Mew reminds you of the fact that you have nothing to show but a photo of her stomach for all time you’ve spent inside her body. “”Remember, we can do this again~ And again~ And again!”” The Mew actively laughs, with her telekinetic abilities making that grinning chorus of amusement ring loudly within your own head. Deep down, you know that she knows you’ve already failed, you just hope that by the time you finally escape her body, that she’ll show mercy and let you free. Unfortunately, her constant teasing makes you unsure that you’ll ever truly be able to escape her grasp. “”Say, I’m feeling a little full down south~ Maybe I’ll let you out in an hour or so~ Don’t worry, there’s a forecast for rain too~”” The Mew giggles. Moments later, you feel the Mythical begin to move, presumably floating over to somewhere. Being so lost in complete darkness and consumed by all the gross feelings of Poke-Poop, you don’t pay any attention to what might be happening just outside your cage. All you know for certain is that it’s been too long, your lungs are burning, your skin is tingling, your sense of smell is ruined, and you want out. - - - - - The Mew floats to the lake And sips herself a drink. As you wiggle and writhe In her bowel’s endless stink. no-matter what you try You can’t force yourself out. And even when you try to beg All you manage to do is pout. - - More of the gas bubbling within the Mew’s large intestine rushes around you as her deep-most caverns groan loudly. Moments later, the Mew farts yet again, this time accompanied by a horrid, rotted stench of digested meals that are awaiting their release. A part of you had hoped that the Mew farting would relieve some of the smell within your confines, but unfortunately, the flow of gas only makes things worse. You cough, unable to move against the thick poop that you merged into on the way to this point. The stuff has hardened to a point where you feel crushed by it, as if the weight of the world is resting on your shoulders. Unfortunately, if the Mew really does decide to keep you and give you another tour, this experience really will become your world. You shudder at the thought. Even-still, you occasionally manage to wiggle, very lightly squirming against the Mew’s fresh-hot shit. You aren’t able to properly move any of your limbs, but your ability to wiggle keeps you from completely losing your mind to the near-endless dark pink caverns that you’ve been coursing through for who knows how long. What with your thoughts being so broken and lost to all of the sensations that have been wearing away at them, you rarely manage to think proper words, only jumbled messes of emotions. Whenever you do manage to formulate a plea however, the Mew only giggles and grins, delighted in watching you break to her intestines’ whims. “”I must be close-”” A part of your mind hopes and prays that the Mew will take a shit soon. You don’t care about anything else, you just want to be free from the brown sludge you’re completely stuck in. --- “”Mmmm~ Prrrr~ Ok, I think you’ve had enough time to indulge~ I’m going to go ahead and relieve myself now~”” The Mew’s words, for one of the first times, fill you with something other than dread. You go still, allowing the Mew to make her way over to a nearby tree. As she does so, her confines shift somewhat and the tightness of her bowels begin to loosen as she squats down and prepares to release in a patch of grass right beside the tree. All the while, several farts waft from the Mew’s tailhole, the Mythical giggling as she lets her stench fill the woods. You gasp as you begin to squeeze forward at a consistently nimble pace, inch by inch, you’re being forced closer and closer to the Mew’s tailhole, and after about a minute of being squeezed forward, you feel yourself brush up against what feels like the Mew’s anus. Moments later, you gasp yet again, this time feeling a hint of fresh air greet your nostrils. “”Fresh air!”” Your mind screams, overjoyed to finally have the chance to breathe something other than gas. For the first time in hours, you open your eyes, and for the first time in what could have been days or weeks, you see light. You still can’t move, what with being half-stuck inside Mew poop, but regardless, you embrace the outside world as much as you can, watching yourself get squeezed closer and closer towards the ground until. “Plrp!” You fall to the grass below, accompanied by a few logs of the Mew’s shit as you groan and whimper. You can hardly believe that you’re finally in the outside world again, but even despite all of your joy at being able to breathe actual air, you can’t help but feel a hint of worry at the towering Mew that looms over you and the pile. You look up to the Mew and hold your breath. For a while, she simply stares at you. Then, a psychic energy digs you out of the pile and lifts you up towards her slit, holding you neatly right below it as fresh, warm Poke-Poop falls from your body. “Let’s rinse you off!” The Mew’s words help you finally realize what’s about to happen, and you squint your eyes shut tight as you shudder madly with disgusted anticipation. - - A warm, yellow fluid begins to rush out from the Mew’s urethra and splashes along your entirety. You keep your mouth completely shut, shivering as the fresh urine washes over you like a waterfall. The stuff tingles at your skin as the poop that clings to you flows away along with the Mew’s piss. While the smell is nothing compared to the horrors you’d endured within her bowels, the stench still reeks with a rotten aroma that makes you cringe. The Mew lets out a relaxed sigh as she happily relieves every drop of her liquid waste on-top of you, allowing your entire body to be completely drenched in a thick coat of horrible smelling liquid. Unfortunately, during your yellow rainstorm, you open your mouth to try and breathe, and immediately, a whole wave of urine flows in to greet your tastebuds, making you recoil at the flavor. You’ve never tasted anything like it, and you pray you’ll never have to ever again. The Mew continues pissing for what feels like an entire minute, and when the constant waterfall finally comes to an end, you’re lowered down and set down along the grass nearby. The Mew looks at you with a wide, amused grin as she watches her own urine drip from every inch of your body. You shudder and wipe some of the stuff off of your face, trying to forget the wretched flavor that accompanies it. You’re glad you still have control over your limbs after all of the hell you just endured. Praying that you won’t have to experience it ever again, you look up to the Mew and yell “Please! No more!” --- “Aw- Come on, one tour is hardly enough to know all the details that a biologist like you would need about a Pokemon like me! I know! We’ll tour a different section of my inner anatomy, then another, and another, and we’ll do it until you know everything you’d ever need to!” The Mew starts going on about how she’s going to give you more tours. As she starts lowering her tail down towards you and begins wrapping it around your aching body with ease, you yell with all your might. “NO! No more! Stop! Let me go! I k-know enough!” You try your best to receive some kind of mercy from your predator. “Besides, I know you didn’t snap enough photos of my intestines, so we can do that again right away, perhaps even starting from the back-door this time!” The Mew doesn’t even acknowledge your pleas, lifting you up with her tail before floating through the forest. Such a lucky Poke-Biologist! For however long it takes, you’ll get all the tours you need of every~ single~ inch~ of the Mew’s cavernous depths~ - And that’s the end! Thank-you to the individual who commissioned this story, they have opted into remaining anonymous, but they were a pleasure to write for! And thank-you for reading! I sincerely hope you enjoyed it!