To the Public Pool (CW: BONES)

Content Warning: reference to bones in vore. expect 'bones in cum' type of content.

You quickly decide that you should play to your strengths as a water type and check out the nearest municipal pool. There was probably a water park worth checking out, but it was just as likely that other water types would think that would be their best hunting ground.. you start to idly jerk off on your way thinking of all the opportunities you had as a water type. Any nearby flowing water, or maybe a lake, and then there's always the option for a beach trip.

You soon come to a stop as you approach the nearest pool, and look up to see a series of buzzkilling rules.

• NO Running
• This goes for Prey AND Predators
• Absolutely NO release of cum-digested prey in the Pool
• DO clean up after yourself AND your prey
• DONT leave behind souvenirs, trophies, or trash
• You MUST leave with the swimwear you stripped off yourself or prey
• NO urination in the pool
• Lifeguards may churn people they deem worthy of ****

You then see a flyer posted on the bulletin board next to the rules, and it clearly says "Do you want to be the Judge, Jury, and Executioner on staff at the Pool? Submit a Lifeguard Application today in the front office." with a cartoonish illustration of the lifeguard association's mascot, a Vaporeon of course, sneaking up on an unsuspecting Staravia guest who's noticed a generic mon skull floating nearby. You roll your sheath back and forth as you contemplate applying for a job so soon into your time out and about, and ultimately decide to head in.

Seeing as you didnt bother to wear anything when you headed out, you only peek into the locker room.. and spy a bulky Gumshoos and some sort of shaggy-looking Growlithe twunk spitroasting a toned Salandit. The reptilian pokemon squirms about as the two men rail him end to end with little mercy, and you have a feeling that the lucky bastard's not long for this world. Unsure if you want to interrupt their indulgence you elect to skip seeing how packed the showers are so that you can take a good look at the pool.

It doesn't seem terribly crowded, but you can immediately tell you aren't the only water type who had that bright idea of playing to your strengths.

You spy what looks like a fight gone wrong in the shallow end as a Pancham is dragged into somewhat deeper waters by a Croconaw he pissed off... and yup, the mid-stage croc mon lays back with a squirming (and unexpectedly hairy) gut. He nonchalantly belches up a pair of sunglasses and a sprig of green. The glasses slip over his eyes and the sprig lands on his tongue for him to chew on. You can see his cock twitch with arousal under the waterline as he lets his superior skill as a predator speak for itself to whoever had been watching...

And your attention is drawn to two males who you'd frankly expect to be in the same dormitory as yourself: A dripping wet Froakie and Rockruff stand at the top of the steps with their jaws dropped as they watch the Croconaw lazily float as he waits for his prey to either give into digestion, or more likely he'll get bored and flex his gut until the unlucky Pancham's body is crunched and churned up into chyme to slosh about in his tank.

You hazard a guess that the two are friends of the loser of that brief struggle, and try not to let out a chuckle as you notice their cocks twitch chubbing in their speedos as they watch their friend's last moments alive play out.

You keep looking around and realize that not everyone who had the same idea is getting so lucky, as you spy a species-typically ripped Machoke repeatedly strike flexing poses to show off his hairy form.. and the thrashing shiny Walrein who's body is being dragged powerfully down into the depths between the macho mon's jaws. The Walrein shouts obscenities at his predator, about how he's going to drag out the man's **** when he gets free, and as he tries to push himself free his hands slip inside between the mon's jaws. The Machoke only continues to display his predatory prowess with further flexing, and below him a shiny Sealeo worships his throbbing cock with fervor.

If you had to make a guess you'd say there's a family resemblance between the Walrein and Sealeo, whether from their shared shiny coloration or from the way the Sealeo is jerking off feverishly, repeatedly looking up at the Walrein's struggles, you'd bet your hunch's right. If you got closer you'd probably be able to hear whatever the Sealeo's moaning, but the Walrein is too stubborn to shut up when he's clearly going to die as the Machoke's next protein supplement.

The sinking feeling you had about just how lucky you'd be hunting here is only plunged further as you watch a squirming Simipour's torso disappear up the ass of a Donphan. From the way the simian mon is pissing himself as pulled up out of the pool and into the intestines of the predator squatting at the edge, well, yeah you see the Lifeguard cap on the Donphan's head, and the squirming bulges inside his gut.. and balls.. geeze is that someone squirming inside his throat too?

Seeing the killer lifeguard in action makes you wonder how much of the position is about keeping visitors safe, and how much of it is about treating the pool as your personal pantry.. The option to apply for a lifeguard position tempts more than ever...

You could end up going back to the lockers to see what's going on with that threesome (or who else is in there... or if the showers are busy too), try and sneak up on the Croconaw (or give the newbies the same treatment), chat up the Pancham's surviving friends, get a closer view of the Walrein's descent into the Machoke, or even be bold enough to chat up the Donphan about what working here's like... and then there's all the other mons you didn't notice around the pool yet...