Valencia is about to give someone a one-way ticket into her stomach. I suppose it could be considered the final view of Alfonso in http://www.furaffinity.net/view/10282817/

Valencia's Snack in the City

Valencia looked out of the window over the spires of Salvatierra, wishing the Sun to set already. She was hungry, but could hardly go outside at day, not with every exquisitor of the Syndicate looking for her. She was terrified to go out even when it was dark, but she had little choice; she needed to get food.

The Syndicate searched for her furiously; not only had she liberated their 'merchandise', but she had killed an exquisitor. The Syndicate didn't know how, of course, and Valencia barely believed it herself, but his disappearance was obvious enough to them by now.

She still felt some guilt whenever she remembered what she had done with exquisitor Alfonso. Yet with that guilt was mixed in the strangest memories of happiness and satisfaction. Somehow, she had devoured the Weavile whole. At least, that's what she remembered; it seemed impossible now that she had actually felt him struggle on the inside of her belly as he was digested. It seemed much like a dream now, and she might have convinced herself it was one if she hadn't been fat for nearly a month afterwards. The heavy extra weight on her entire body was a reminder of the massive meal. While it was mainly a burden, it did have the advantage that the Syndicate didn't recognise her with the added chub. She had lost the weight quickly, though; her adventurous lifestyle apparently doubled as a really good diet plan.
Her new 'talent' was a strange thing to have. Sometimes it scared her, but it mainly made her curious. She had done some experiments to see if she would be able to eat someone again. When she tried to open her jaws too far, they hurt and made her stop. She had tried to swallow apples whole, but just gagged on them. She had tried to eat a lot and it made her stomach hurt and made her stop before her belly grew at all. However, that didn't mean it was impossible; she remembered she had actually felt quite a lot of pain during the mad feeding frenzy when she was eating Alfonso, but it had been washed out by hunger and delight.

Because it had been delightful to eat him; the best thing she had ever felt. Valencia craved for more. She longed to taste the delicious flavour of another pokémon again as as she swallowed them whole, to feel them stretch her belly to enormous size and to have them move about on the inside, and to feel them slowly digest away. Especially when she was hungry, like right now, she wanted nothing more than to experience that again. When she looked out the window, she often found her gaze drifting down to the busy street, watching pokémon go about their business and licking her lips or drooling in anticipation. It was like watching a deliciously laid-out buffet. In fact, she noticed she was doing it right now, looking at the pokémon instead of the city and imagining what it would be like to eat them.

She peeled herself loose from the window. She really had to stop that; it was creepy and only increased the chance she would do it again. Plus, it was dangerous for her too: if someone saw her looking out of the window and recognised her...

As part of her curiosity about her new 'talent', she had asked around about stories about pokémon eating others whole, but she'd heard nothing other than the basic fables she'd heard so often. And she was scared to press the issue; if people somehow found out what she could do, what she had done... She had no idea what would happen, but she was sure it wouldn't be nice. They'd probably think she was some kind of horrible, monstrous cannibal. And maybe she was in a sense.

Sometimes she wanted to just try and forget about it all. Convince herself it had really been a dream, teach herself not to see other pokémon as food and all that... But the truth was she didn't want to. It had felt far too great for that. She wanted more, not less, but she knew she shouldn't. She regularly thought about it, and dreamt about it almost every night; then she would wake up very disappointed when she saw her flat, empty belly.

She occasionally toyed with the idea of eating another member of the Syndicate. They definitely deserved it at least a bit. But only a bit; she couldn't imagine the pain of being digested alive; it sounded like a way they would execute those who opposed them... That brought the dark thought to her mind of delivering herself to the Syndicate and explaining her ability to them, and getting employed by them as an executioner, devouring their enemies for them... She purred at the thought of how often she'd get a live meal... And was terrified of how evil a fantasy that was a moment later. She really had to get thoughts like that under control. But it was all well and good to decide she was never going to eat anyone again, but in reality she felt herself constantly hunger for more.

She realised during her pondering the Sun had set and it was finally getting dark outside. She got ready to go out and buy some food. Real food, she told herself, she was not going to eat a person. Her stomach responded with a grumpy rumble. Putting on a large hat to help disguise her, she left the room and went downstairs, leaving the inn. She peered out from under the rim of her hat cautiously. While the Syndicate didn't literally wear any distinguishing marks or uniforms, their behaviour was unmistakable. Even the stealthiest of them bore themselves as if they owned the world and everyone around them were just insects.

Or food, thought Valencia, licking her lips as she looked at a passing Floatzel. Mmm, imagine how well she'd fill my belly...

She almost slapped herself in anger. She had to stop these cravings before she did something horrible to an innocent. Walking to the market, she breathed calmly to try and get her thoughts collected. Maybe the solution wasn't to suppress her hunger for pokémon, but to satisfy it. Not by eating someone, of course, though that solution really appealed to her, but by finding a substitute. Maybe if she could find something she could swallow whole, she would stop being so fixated on eating other pokémon. She had tried and failed with the apples, so maybe she should try something smaller and softer? Tangerines seemed a lot easier to swallow. Of course, tangerines weren't exactly filling, so maybe she should eat something very heavy as well? Like cake, or perhaps a hugely stacked pizza with like fifteen layers of molten cheese, dripping with fat. That'd fill her stomach up well.

She was drooling, she realised, and dried her mouth with embarrassment, thinking she must've looked like a maniac. But at least she was salivating over actual food, not pokémon; that was improvement. She had reached the market by now, still busy at this hour. Hundreds of pokémon browsed wares at the stalls. Valencia spotted a jewellery vendor and decided to see if she had any earrings for sale as soon as she had had something to eat.

She was in luck and came upon a fruit merchant quickly. “Buenas tardes, señorita,” said the Togekiss. “What will it be?”

You! thought Valencia with a rumble of her stomach. She quickly tried to push away the thought. C'mon, think of the fifteen-layered pizza... She looked at the fruit instead, trying to build up an appetite for it. “Uh... Well, I'd like some tangerines, please.”

The Togekiss smiled. “Of course, how many would you like?”

Stop looking so appetising, you have no idea how close I am to devouring you! “Uh... How about ten?” That'd give her a good number of tries, and would give her something to eat in case she got as hungry as this again for quite a while.

The Togekiss gathered the tangerines in a small bag while Valencia once again began working up an appetite for her. “Catch that Umbreon staring at you?” asked the Togekiss softly. “Some people have no shame.”

Valencia saw him too now from the corner of her eye, ogling her. “Yeah, indeed,” she replied. It was pretty annoying, yet also kind of flattering. She now realised she hadn't been stared at much when she was fat, and it felt good in an odd way to catch someone doing it again.

Stop thinking like a schoolgirl; you're a wanted fugitive! she thought with a start. Feeling very nervous suddenly, she quickly paid for the tangerines and took them. If he was Syndicate... She tried to calm herself down. Maybe he was just ogling her after all; she'd certainly only attract more attention if she started running. She couldn't afford to waste any time buying more food in any case; the tangerines would have to do. She walked calmly, but rapidly through the market, subtly keeping an eye on the Umbreon behind her in reflections and such. He was following her: either a complete creep or a Syndicate member, then; and probably the second.

She told herself not to panic, that he was trying to sneak up on her and that he wouldn't come into action until she gave a clear sign she had seen him. So she calmly kept walking over the market until she turned right into a different street. The moment she was out of sight, she bolted. She dashed through streets and alleys, often turning corners. She had to lose the Umbreon quickly, as he probably knew the way in Salvatierra much better than her. It wasn't long before she heard the Umbreon shouting behind her, calling for backup from the Syndicate and telling people to stop Valencia, that she was a thief.

Valencia continued to run through the twilit city until she finally came to a dead end alley. She turned around immediately to run out of it again, but the Umbreon reached the alley's end before she did.

“Diablos!” she cursed as she skidded to a halt.

A wicked grin spread over the Umbreon's face. “Buenas tardes, Valencia. Would you mind coming with me? The Syndicate has some questions it would like you to answer...”

Valencia took several steps back in fear, though she questioned the use of that in a dead-end ally. “I-I'm rather busy at the moment, can I answer them tomorrow?”

A beam of darkness shot out of the ring on the Umbreon's head and narrowly missed her when she pressed herself against the ground. I guess that's a no, she thought as she spat a Water Gun at him and ran for it, in the hopes she could make it past him. A heavy impact that threw her against the wall as she passed made it obvious she couldn't. She rolled away as he lunged at her, wishing she didn't feel so weak with hunger. If only she'd had time to eat a tangerine, she might have the strength to fight back...

Then again... she thought hungrily. Why would I need a tangerine when this delicious-looking guy is practically volunteering to be dinner?

Thinking of him as prey gave her new strength and she pounced Umbreon, scratching at him as she longed to feel him digest away in her belly. She managed to surprise him, but the stronger dark-type threw her off easily, against the wall on the alley's far side. She slumped onto the ground on her back and tried to focus her thoughts. She was not going to eat him; no-one deserved a fate that horrible. Who cares? Thought part of her strongly. I'm hungry. And besides, he certainly deserves it more than others.
But right now, she had bigger concerns: the Umbreon was racing towards her to kill her. Everything seemed to go almost in slow-motion. Valencia began trying to get up to defend herself, but realised she had only moments before Umbreon reached her and it wouldn't be enough. She noticed she still had the bag of tangerines around her shoulder and had an idea. She quickly emptied the bag before her, tangerines rolling everywhere, and just at his final step before he was at her, Umbreon stepped on one of them and tripped on the soft fruit. The elegant and deadly pounce he had intended was replaced with a clownish tumble that sent him flying head-first into the wall and falling into an odd sort of hug with Valencia.

She inhaled deeply in shock as her enemy fell on top of her. His head so close to hers, she smelt a delicious odour that very clearly meant food to her. And not little watery tangerines either, but a big, delicious, fleshy prey. She felt her instinct begin to take over and her mouth to open, and fought against it very hard. No! She thought angrily as she closed her mouth again. I can't do that to another person, not even this one. I'm not a wild animal, I'm a civilised pokémon, my mind is in control of me, not my instincts! She closed her mouth and realised it really wasn't that hard after all to suppress her instincts. The dazed Umbreon looked at her in confusion as he began weakly fighting again, with little control and strength so Valencia easily held him back.

As she breathed in again, she smelled his delicious odour. Her hunger came back in full force and her belly rumbled loudly as she longed to devour him. But she managed to keep in control, albeit only barely. Yet he looked so delicious... She just had to try if he tasted like Alfonso. She put her head forward and gave him a lick to taste; that wouldn't hurt after all.

A delicious taste filled her mind as her tongue touched his fur. He tasted very different from her last prey, but equally scrumptious. Well, she thought, giving in to her instinct as it submerged her thoughts, it'd be a shame not to eat someone so delicious... She opened her mouth wide, and the confused Umbreon looked in her dark throat, where the rumbles of her empty belly sounded much louder from, unaware he would disappear into it forever in just a moment. He finally understood when she put her maw over his head, intensifying his struggles, although they were still weak from his concussion. The blood from where he had hit the wall added a nicely salty flavour to him, but Valencia was ravenous and didn't spend much time on his head, greedily gulping it down and gasping in a mix of pain and joy as her throat expanded to fit his head.

Her mouth opened even wider to fit his shoulders in and she shoved him in rapidly. She kept swallowing him in, her stomach grumbling loudly for the huge prey coming down her throat far too slowly. She could only think of eating more, controlled by hunger. Her prey tried to fight the powerful force of her hungry oesophagus and easily lost, barely delaying the voracious Vaporeon making a meal of him.
Valencia's stomach was broken off in mid-rumble as it was finally filled, his head entering it and expanding it by pressing on its elastic tissue. Valencia murred in delight as her stomach grew more and more with the Umbreon inside it, ending her hunger at last. She put one paw to her belly while the other continued to help her swallow her prey. She was up to his hips by now and began to eat him more slowly as hunger stopped driving her so much. She could feel her stomach grow inside her and Umbreon struggle inside it, bringing her even more pleasure from the meal.

Her prey's hind legs were kicking and flailing and trying to somehow help him escape her hungry body, but all they did was spread his tastiness better in her mouth. She gladly licked over his legs and tail as he was drawn deeper within her. With a stab of pain and an explosion of delight, her belly began to grow, as there was no more room for her prey inside yet more of him kept entering. With her paw she felt her flat tum push outwards and become round as a ball, her skin and fur becoming tightly stretched around it. It kept protruding further as she ate more and more of him and she started rubbing circles over it with her paw, murring at the wonderful feeling.

She savoured her prey's hindpaws, licking over the tasty, panicky squirming things as she barely swallowed, letting her oesophagus do all the work of pulling them too to the Umbreon's final destination. At last, she gave a satisfied gulp as the paws disappeared into her throat. She murred gladly and stretched a little, feeling her belly grow the last bit to completely accommodate Umbreon.

“Mmmmmrrrr...” she sighed in satisfaction as her stomach stopped growing, Umbreon tucked away completely inside, ready to be digested. “That really hit the spot...”

She had her eyes closed in bliss, softly rubbing at her gut, but slowly her sense came back to her and she opened her eyes. It was less shocking this time, at least, to find herself with a huge, struggling belly. “Oh, diablos, I've done it again...” she mumbled while staring at the massive size of her belly. She had lost control again, and now another pokémon was getting digested alive... Worse still, this time it hadn't just been hunger and instinct overwhelming her; a part of her had chosen to let them overwhelm her.

She suddenly realised she wasn't alone in the alley. A Torchic was staring at her with her mouth and eyes wide-open in shock. As Valencia noticed her with similar shock, getting up to try and explain, she ran away instantly. “Wait! It's not what it-” Umbreon suddenly struggled ferociously in her belly, giving her an incredible massage from inside, and Valencia's legs just gave away as her mind was clouded in bliss; she slumped back down against the wall. “- loohoohooohoooks like. Ahhh...”

When Umbreon stopped his struggles, she began to realise she was in a lot of trouble. She couldn't just rest and digest here; she was in the middle of a city, the Syndicate was after her, and she was pretty sure someone had seen her eat that Umbreon. She had to get out of the city as soon as possible, and it seemed impossible with such a stuffed belly. With a sad sigh, she realised she'd have to spit Umbreon out again. She knew she should be happier about him not dying in her belly... But she couldn't bring herself to be anything but sad she'd lose the delightful feeling of him in her stomach. She took a final moment to enjoy her swollen belly, and then stuck her finger in her throat.

She gagged and felt her enormous stomach contract to push her prey back up, shortly followed by severe pain in her oesophagus. “Mierda!” she cursed as she swallowed again and softly rubbed her belly to put it back to rest. There was no way she was getting him through her oesophagus while not driven crazy by hunger, that was obvious. Umbreon's struggles, heavily increased by the sudden hope he'd received, soothed her belly further as the bulges he made danced around.

There was nothing for it, then; she'd have to get out of the city with her prey-filled belly. She'd hoped she just looked fat in the darkness and people wouldn't notice the sounds coming from her belly; it was better than waiting here for them to find her and cut her open anyway.

She had to get up first, which was difficult. She had to roll onto her side first, carefully guiding her belly so as not to hurt herself, then get three paws on the ground, and finally swing her other hindpaw over her belly. Her extra weight was very clearly noticeable when she was standing, her stomach dragging heavily on her spine and backlegs. Gurgling noises came from it, feeling delicious to Valencia, and she could faintly hear the muffled cries for mercy of the Umbreon. She'd just have to hope no-one else would hear; she couldn't imagine how she'd be able to explain them away.

She tried to walk and immediately found it was very hard. Not only did her engorged belly greatly limit her legs' movement, she also had to carry its weight on only two or three of them instead of all four while walking. But there was nothing for it. She took a few more steps but shirked back in fear as she reached the end of the alleyway. What if people realised what she had done when they saw her huge gut? They'd think she was a monster, and would treat her accordingly, probably cut her open...

She took a deep breath and told herself to relax. What she had done was so strange and seemingly impossible, people would never guess it just from seeing her belly; she had barely believed it herself when she had first eaten another pokémon. No-one would hear the sounds coming from her busily digesting stomach over the city's throng. She'd just walk quickly and make no eye contact nor talk with anyone; her belly was her own business. Well, she thought with a smirk as a loud gurgle made her murr, mine and that delicious Umbreon's.

She stepped out of the alley into the street. There were no screams, no-one seemed shocked; a few eyes turned to her but didn't stare. She began to walk, trying to keep a pokerface despite her fear and the wonderful squirms and gurgles in her belly. At first, walking was very difficult as her hindlegs had to push her heavy gut away with every step, but soon she found a walking rhythm that had her belly swaying from side to side in synchronisation with her steps. It felt quite funny and tickled a little as her prey stumbled from side to side inside her, and she felt her acids slosh around as well. It made her stomach make funny noises, almost as if it was talking. “Gruurrg... Grolp... Grorl... Gurgg... Glorp...”

Maybe it wasn't so bad after all; her belly was heavy to carry, but it felt quite nice to take a walk with it. Some pokémon stared at her, but no-one realised she had devoured an Umbreon whole and alive. Valencia startled when she heard a Magby ask his father what 'that fat Vaporeon' had eaten, but fortunately the father just hushed his son and scolded him for talking about strangers impolitely.

As Valencia turned a corner into a long street with few pokémon on it, she spotted a Rampardos and an Empoleon in the distance. They clearly spotted her as well: Empoleon said something to Rampardos and pointed, and they walked in her direction. She turned back instantly, her belly swinging to the front and almost making her stumble with its weight, and wanted to run, as the two were clearly Syndicate, but only ended up kicking herself in her huge stomach. She gasped in pain as she found her stretched skin wasn't just extra sensitive to gentle touches but also to pain. Her prey squirmed angrily, but she couldn't enjoy it, trying to walk as fast as she could manage, her legs having to push against her paunch all the time. It was not nearly fast enough; they'd definitely catch up to her... And then? Valencia shivered coldly with fear as she imagined the horrible executions that awaited her.

She turned a corner and went onto the market, panting heavily already as her legs burned and her stomach ached. This faster walk was anything but pleasant, exhausting her very rapidly. She tried to keep going, but it was incredibly draining and she had no choice but to stop and take a few deep breaths.
“Oh, you poor dear, what are you doing outside?” asked someone.

Valencia turned in shock and saw she was standing at the jewellery stand she had seen earlier, the Audino behind the stand looking at her full of concern. “Wh-wha...?” asked Valencia between pants. Did this Audino know who she was?

“You shouldn't be going to the market in your condition; let the father do that for you!” said the Audino, full of concern.

Valencia squinted a little, trying to figure out what the Audino was saying. She was obviously talking in code, and Valencia could understand most of it, but who was 'the father'? “The... Father?” she asked.

Audino frowned. “You go back right now and tell that lazy jerk to take better care of you, dear! How many are you carrying anyway?”

Valencia laughed as she finally understood the Audino thought she was pregnant. “Oh, just a single- I mean, uh, twelve.”

The Audino's eyes became big. “Twelve?! And he's letting you go to the market all by yourself? You should-”

Valencia saw the Rampardos and the Empoleon approach and dived under the Audino's market stand. “Wh-what are you-” began the Audino.

“Please,” whispered Valencia, “you have to let me hide...”

Fortunately her trust in the Audino's caring personality wasn't misplaced. She didn't say another word and went back to running her stand. Valencia rolled onto her back, glad to get some rest at last. Her belly groaned slowly and continued making gurgly noises as it worked hard to digest Umbreon. He was clearly unwilling to accept that his fate had been sealed and he was nothing but food to her now, as he struggled hard. Valencia rubbed over the bulges he made in her belly. It really did feel very good to have him in her stomach now that she had a moment to focus on it.

Hidden by the long cloth draped over Audino's jewellery stand, she was barely aware of anything outside, and was content with that, rubbing her belly. But she suddenly became aware of two pairs of feet standing very close on the other side of the towel as Rampardos and Empoleon asked Audino if she'd seen a Vaporeon. Valencia held her breath and tried to tell her belly to stop making noises. Audino told them she had seen her walk past. Valencia was terrified they wouldn't believe her or would hear her digest their colleague, but they walked on. She breathed a sigh of relief and continued to rub her belly, still feeling the Umbreon struggle. She wondered how long he would continue doing that. She had fallen asleep so quickly when she had eaten Alfonso and not woken up until after his struggles had ended, so she had no idea.

“It's safe to come out now, dear,” said the Audino, lifting the cloth. Valencia shuffled out from under the stand, not quite getting up yet. “Why is the Syndicate looking for you?”

Valencia stammered, trying to think of a good lie, but the Audino said: “Never mind, I shouldn't ask, sorry. Now, how about I give you a nice belly rub and then help you get home?”

Valencia certainly liked the sound of that. Rubbing her own belly already felt so good; having someone else do it, who could easily rub the underside of her belly that Valencia had difficulty reaching herself sounded great. “That would be wonderful!” she began, before realising Audino would be able to feel Umbreon squirm if she rubbed her belly, quite obviously giving away that she didn't have eggs in her belly but prey. “But... It's not necessary really, I'll get home myself.”

“Don't worry, dear, it's no trouble at all,” said Audino kindly as she hunched down and reached out to touch Valencia's belly.

Valencia backed away and got up quickly; she really couldn't let Audino touch her gut. “No, really, it's not necessary,” she said nervously. “I've gotten used to walking with this, and I'm in a hurry anyway, so please don't leave your business, I've been enough trouble to you already.”

“But I-” the Audino's eyes widened. “I see something move in your belly!”

Mierda, mierda, mierda, thought Valencia as she backed away so that her belly was hidden from Audino's sight by the market stand. “Oh, uh, th-that's just- uh... The eggs falling over each other! It's perfectly normal when you're carrying twelve, don't worry, and it's completely harmless!”

Audino giggled. “Sorry, I didn't know that. It really looked weird, you know, as if you'd swallowed someone whole or something.”

Valencia forced herself to laugh. “Hahaha. Yeah, I get that a lot. Sometimes I even think it myself. Anyway, thanks so much for your help, but I really need to be going now.”

Audino smiled. “Are you sure you don't want me to help you get home?”

“No, thanks, it's alright really. Adiós.” She quickly walked away. As kind as the Audino was, she was a little too close to finding out the truth. Valencia managed to get into the good walking rhythm again, her belly swinging from side to side. She progressed through the city, and after a while found herself getting tired again. While it was a lot easier to walk slower, she was still twice as heavy as usual.

She was nearing the edge of town when there was suddenly a shout: “I've found her, I've found her! Maria, I've found that traitor Valencia!”

A Manectric was shouting and running in her direction. He were far too close; there was no escape. “Where?!” asked Maria the Liepard, who was much farther away, running too. But then she stopped. “Baboso! Did her description include the phrase 'fatter than a Snorlax'?! You're drunk.”

Valencia felt insulted but relieved and walked onwards rapidly as the Manectric tried to convince Maria, who wouldn't hear of it. With no further incident, Valencia reached the edge of the city and walked out into the dark countryside. She felt elated to have actually escaped, and looked for a good place to lie down and digest her delicious prey. She had to get far away from the city, or she'd be found by someone tomorrow, but she was getting very tired of carrying all this weight.

Her problem was solved when she came across a river. She could hold her breath for five hours, so she'd just rest on the bottom of the river. She could even take short naps underwater, if she liked. She waded in, happy to be relieved of her belly's weight, and immediately dived under to swim to the bottom.

But something was wrong: she was being pulled up by her belly as soon as she was under water. She looked up in surprise but saw nothing, yet quickly reached the surface belly-first. She tried again, and found it hard to swim down once more as she was pulled up. She reached the bottom, but it took a lot of effort to stay there. She let herself float up again and reached the surface on her back, her head and a bit of her belly above the surface. It seemed her belly floated. She pressed on it a little with her paws, wondering why that was, then chuckled as she realised it was the air that was in there with the Umbreon. Since Umbreon was certainly not belly-shaped, not even when curled up like he had to be in there, there was of course a lot of empty space left inside her stomach.

Valencia considered drinking so much water that it would fill her stomach instead of air... But she didn't want his squirms to end, cruel though she realised that was. Besides, she could never drink that much. Valencia shrugged. She supposed she'd just have to rely on her camouflage in water then. It definitely was comfy to float like this, her belly breaching the surface before her like a little furry island. Or perhaps more like an iceberg; after all most of it was still underwater. She giggled and began to rub it, murring gladly as it made content gurgly noises. It could just be her imagination, but her belly already felt a bit softer than before, though Umbreon was still clearly alive. It was part of digesting him, she guessed.

She relaxed happily in the water, getting carried downstream by the slow current. She supposed she should be angry at herself for giving in and eating the Umbreon... But it felt so good right now she couldn't bring herself to do so. Gently caressing and massaging her round belly as she floated, she felt very happy she had devoured him. She wouldn't do it to someone again, obviously, but there was no harm in enjoying this second and final living meal to its fullest. Yeah, she thought as she felt him squirm inside her, he won't get any less digested if I make myself feel bad now anyway.

Though it was a little scary that it had been partially a conscious decision this time. She hadn't just lost control, but had chosen to do so. She really couldn't do that again. As joyous as her 'talent' was to her, it was very cruel to her poor prey getting digested alive, really.

Her belly gurgled louder than ever before and a wave of pleasure went through her, leaving her purring. “Mmmmmrrrrr...” She decided to stop worrying for now and just enjoy digesting Umbreon. She spent the next few hours slowly floating through nightly Valladolid with the river's current, not a care in the world as she happily rubbed her gurgling stomach. The struggles in there slowly became weaker and less frequent and her belly softer and less bulgy, but it felt wonderful at every moment. After a long time of enjoying the digestion, she finally drifted off into a content sleep.