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Valencia walked through one dark alley after another on her way to the headquarters. She had been careful to avoid the main streets of Matabuena for the past four months, ever since Carlos the Mighty had come. The success of the city's resistance had apparently spooked the Syndicate enough to send their most dangerous exquisitor after them. The Bisharp had a reputation of cunning and ruthlessness unlike anyone else in Valladolid, and had motivated the city's entire branch of the Syndicate to hunt them down. They had lost a quarter of their number since. Anyone caught by the Syndicate had been executed publicly and painfully.
Worse, Carlos seemed to focus on hunting down Valencia herself. It was flattering in an odd way, as she wasn't in any kind of leading position in the resistance. In fact, a portion of the resistance hated and feared her, for probably the same reason Carlos was trying to catch her: her 'talent' for eating pokémon. She had swallowed five Syndicate members whole, and the thought of each of them made her stomach rumble and her mouth water. At first, she had managed to keep it a secret, but ever since her second live meal, pokémon always seemed to walk in on her while gobbling someone up. It was rather annoying, really. In one case, she had eaten the intruder too, as she was still ravenous and it too was a member of the Syndicate. But the others had spread the word about her...
And then there was the Floatzel. She felt shame rather than hunger when she remembered eating him. He had done nothing wrong, and she had managed to spit him out with great pain, but it was still a shameful memory. He had told others, of course, and when the rest of the resistance had heard it, even more of them had been furious at her for her voracious ways. Presumably, the same fear of what she could do to a Syndicate member that crossed her path made Carlos the Mighty hunt her now.
After four months of hiding, she felt increasingly cooped up and depressed, and she had half a mind of travelling on and leaving the city behind her. But she couldn't let the Syndicate do as it pleased either...
Just as she realised how dangerous it was to walk around lost in thought, she had reached the hideout. She wondered what José had called her for; usually he advised her to stay away to prevent further antagonising those who disliked her. Some of the pokémon in the hideout greeted her, others gave her cold stares. She might not have even minded so much if her one-time friend Isabella wasn't among the second group.
She was pointed to a room in the back of the hideout where José was waiting for her. Opening its door, she greeted the Jolteon happily.
“'Lencia,” he grinned, “glad you could come so quickly; I need your help with something.”
“What do you have in mind?” asked Valencia, glad to be of use.
José paced a little as he explained. “We caught a Syndicate Alakazam this morning tormenting an old Venomoth with his mind. He seemed to think she knew where to find me.”
Valencia gasped. “Will she be alright?”
“Probably. I showed him just where I was and what I think of scum like him before he could do any permanent damage. Anyway, we had a stroke of luck capturing the bastardo: I'm pretty sure he's close to Carlos the Mighty. They've been seen together several times. So I'm very interested in what he's got to say about our 'mighty' friend. His plans, what he knows about us, any personal info, any weaknesses, anyone in the Syndicate who might bear a grudge against him. In short: anything to help us fight back. Only,” José sighed, “I've asked him nicely all morning, but he refuses to say a word. That's where you come in.”
“M-me?”
José grinned. “Well, he'll know about your talent, won't he? So, I want you to scare him into answering my questions. I expect the prospect of a trip down your gullet will make him a lot more cooperative.”
Valencia's stomach rumbled instinctively. “What about his psychic powers?”
“Don't worry; I paralysed him. He can barely move, and doesn't have the energy for anything of that kind. So, are you up for it?”
“Sure.”
“Brilliant. Just be as scary and evil as you can, and I doubt he'll keep silent. He's just in the next room; I'll prepare him a little and then you come in and have some fun convincing him.”
As José exited, Valencia tried to focus on being hungry, and let her previous preys pass her mind again to whip up her appetite and make it easier to act like she was really going to eat the Alakazam.
“Buenas tardes, Símon,” she heard José say. “Have you decided to talk to me yet?”
There was silence behind the door.
“Ah,” José sighed, “that's what I was afraid of. I wish I could just let that be your final answer, but unfortunately I really need anything you've got on Carlos the Mighty. So I've brought in a friend to help convince you. I think you might have heard of her; her name is Valencia.”
She heard someone catching their breath in shock behind the door.
“I see you do know her. Look, she is just outside that door. I can call her in at any moment, but I can't guarantee your safety when I do. You've heard about what she does to the Syndicate. So how about you tell me what I need to know, and I'll send her away and let you go? Witnessing her devour someone is the last thing I want, believe me.”
Silence.
“If that's your answer, you leave me no choice. Just... Remember I didn't want to do this. And if you answer me after all, I'll do my best to keep her away from you, I promise. Valencia! You can come in!”
Between her mounting appetite and the introduction José had just given her, it was easy enough for Valencia to look very hungry and very evil as she walked in. The Alakazam was tied to a chair and looked terrified, but seemed alright other than that. She stared right at it and licked her lips slowly, exaggerating the motion of her tongue. “So...” she said in her most evil voice, barely more than a whisper. “This is my lunch, then? Looks delicious.”
José halted her from stepping forwards. “I haven't given you permission to eat him yet, 'Lencia. I'm hoping he might see reason, so there's no need for it.”
Valencia grinned widely and stared into the terrified psychic's eyes. “But I'm hungry, and he's tasty! Look at him; I can't wait to have him in my belly.”
“There will be no eating here if I can help it,” said José.
“Hmpf. What did you call me for, then? You know I love gobbling up these Syndicate types.”
José turned to the Alakazam. “I'm terribly sorry about this, but if you don't talk to me, I'll have to give you to Valencia. That's the last thing I want; please help me help you... Before it's too late.”
“He's not going to talk, you know,” said Valencia with delight in her voice. “Just let me have him already. I'm huuuungry...”
“You're bluffing!” The Alakazam squeaked in fear. “She-She can't eat me, it's just a fable!”
“Can't I?” whispered Valencia, slowly walking towards him with a hungry grin on her face. “Tell that to the pokémon who made the trip down my throat and never came back. Each of them fattened me up for a while, but now they're gone completely, just like you will be. They called me the Swalot-Vaporeon of Salvatierra, you know. You're no different than any of my previous preys. Though maybe you'll taste even better...”
“I-I'm bigger than you! It's not possible!”
Valencia had reached the trembling Alakazam now. She put her front paws on his thighs so their faces were close to each other. “So it will be a bit tight for you in my stomach. No problem to me. I've eaten bigger than you; I've eaten two pokémon at a time!” She gave his face a lick and murred. “Mmmmrrr, your scrumptious! Hehe, it's feeding time!” She began to open her mouth, and the Alakazam made a squeaky noise of terror.
“No!” José interrupted. “Stop that, Valencia, we're not done yet!”
“Fine...” sighed Valencia as she sat down in front of the Alakazam. She found that despite the fact she was only acting, she really was disappointed and was instinctively looking forward to eating the Alakazam.
José spoke to Alakazam. “Please, tell me everything you know about Carlos the Mighty. It doesn't need to end inside Valencia's stomach for you. A little information, is that so much to ask for saving your life?”
The Alakazam looked from one Eevee to the other in panic, yet said: “I'll tell you nothing!I-I won't fall for this good cop, bad cop stuff!”
Valencia jumped back onto him; this time pushing so his chair fell backwards and he ended up on his back, Valencia on top of him. He screeched in fear as she lapped over his face, letting his delightful flavour fill her mind. Her belly rumbled greedily. “I know why you're remaining silent,” she whispered in his face. “You think if I eat you, it'll be slimy and scary and tight, but once you're in my stomach you'll just suffocate and that'll be the end of you, right? Wrong! No one escapes from my tummy, but air can still go in and out. It probably gets a bit stale and it smells undoubtedly; I wouldn't know, as no-one who has experienced it is in any position to tell me. When I swallow you whole, you're still alive in my belly. You get to experience my stomach acids, and feel me sloooowly digesting you away. It will take hours; hours that are delightful to me as I absorb you slowly. You will struggle - all of them do - but it won't save you. It'll just spread my acids and make the meal even nicer for me. I have no idea how long you'll be conscious, but it's several hours at least, maybe days.” She was drooling onto Alakazam's face by now, getting almost as ravenous as she was pretending to be.
José sighed. “I don't want to watch you be swallowed whole. So if you don't tell me anything, I will leave the room for a few minutes and leave you alone with Valencia... I expect I'll only see a very round Vaporeon when I get back.”
“Very, very round,” grinned Valencia. “It won't be easy to walk with you until I finish digesting you. And even then, I'll have to get used to all the chub you'll turn into.”
José began to walk to the door, and Alakazam called after him. “You can't leave me to her! I've got the information you need!”
José turned around. “Want, not need. It would be extremely helpful, but I can do without it. And since you refuse to give it to me anyway, it's not like I'll lose it when Valencia wolfs you down. Sorry.”
Valencia opened her maw wide before the Alakazam's face, half a mind to really devour him. His obvious terror as he stared into the darkness of her throat only increased her hunger. She moved forwards, but then Alakazam screamed: “ALRIGHT, I'LL TALK! GET HER OFF OF ME! GET HER OFF OF ME!”
Valencia felt distinctly disappointed and had half a mind of pretending not to hear him and swallowing him anyway. She closed her maw, but didn't get up, instead beginning to lick over his face and murring at the delicious flavour. “Mmm, you'd better talk fast... You'll be a lot harder to understand from inside my tummy.”
“Just-just don't let her eat me!” pleaded the Alakazam.
“Start talking,” said José resolutely, “or I'll let her.”
The Alakazam began to talk about Carlos in a panicky ramble as Valencia continued to lick his face. “O-okay! Carlos comes from Villaviciosa, where he lived until he joined the Syndicate. Ever since he was a little Pawniard, he's gone to...”
Valencia's stomach grumbled madly, busily kneading the air inside in anticipation. The Alakazam's flavour filled her mind, forcing her entire focus on not following her instincts and swallowing him down. Every time she had been this ravenous before, the person had ended up filling her stomach. She tried to calm down her appetite, knowing it would be almost as wrong as eating that Floatzel had been. Mmm, that big, fat scrumptious Floatzel... Why'd I ever spit him out?
Her food's face was soon thoroughly wet, both from its own sweat and Valencia's drool. The odour of fear only increased her hunger. It was almost impossible not to guttle him on the spot. She wished for nothing more in the world than José telling her to go ahead. She couldn't wait for her belly to be bloated out by him, to feel his struggles as she digested him...
Finally, her meal fell silent. Valencia began to pay attention again, her stomach rumbling and her heart throbbing with predatory excitement, waiting for José to give her permission. “What else can you tell me?” asked José.
Hurry up... Thought Valencia. Let me eat him already... I'm so hungry...
“I-I've told you all I know, I swear!” squeaked Valencia's prey.
It was silent for a moment. “Yes, I believe you have,” spoke José. “Very well, then, I suppose the interrogation is over. Eat up, 'Lencia.”
Valencia's heart leapt and she felt almost nauseous with excitement and hunger. She eagerly opened her jaws wide to accommodate the big head of her meal.
“NOOOOO!!!” her prey screamed. “You promised me she wouldn't eat me! You promised!”
Valencia put her paws behind her prey's head, forcing its top towards her mouth to begin gorging herself right away. But the big, pointy ears gave her pause for a moment as she tried to figure out how best to start.
José laughed coldly. “And why would I keep a promise made to Syndicate scum? Have fun in Valencia's gut, bastardo.”
Valencia pressed on the hard ears and found they could actually fold in if she applied some force to them. Finally, her meal could begin.
“Y-you can't do this to me! Dios mio, no! Please! Please!”
Valencia had her jaws spread wide and was ready to begin gulping her food down, yet a strange pang of pity gave her pause. Her every instinct told her to feed, her stomach roared with hunger, yet she managed to halt herself and turn to look to José. “José, I'm not sure I can do it like this...” It was a lie; she was actually very sure she could and would devour the delicious pokémon if she relaxed her control for even a moment; her predatory instincts were almost unstoppable.
José scoffed. “Of course you can, don't be silly. You're obviously ravenous. And besides, I couldn't have done this without you; you deserved this. Go ahead and enjoy the meal.”
Valencia pushed the voices that said it was alright since José gave her permission away and tried to ignore the delicious scent of the Alakazam. “You don't understand; it just doesn't feel right like this. I mean, he's a prisoner. It's not a meal, it's an execution.”
José smiled charmingly. “Why can't it be both? It's the perfect way to get rid of Syndicate creeps.”
“No, it's not,” said Valencia indignantly, pushing the hunger back in her mind. “He's helpless and completely in our power, and you're telling me to execute him. That's cruel.”
“It's no worse than what his lot would do to any of us.”
“Oh, so it's alright because the Syndicate puts pokémon to death? I thought we were fighting the Syndicate, not imitating them!”
José sighed. “Obviously. But why are you making such a scene? How is this any different from the previous times you ate somebody?”
“Because... Because...” it took Valencia a moment to find the right words. “Because those times, I was in a fight for my life. I was overwhelmed with hunger, and ate them in the spur of the moment, and if I hadn't, they would probably have killed me. And you weren't casually standing by and sentencing them to be food in cold blood.”
“He's in Carlos the Mighty's inner circle! The things he's done probably make the rest of the Syndicate look friendly!”
“I don't care what he is, I'm not a garbage bag for you to stuff pokémon you don't like into! How can you do that to anyone, no matter what he is?”
“We're at war, 'Lencia,” said José grimly. “Our enemy rules all of Valladolid with iron fist. We lose someone almost once a week. We can't afford to be nice to them or to always do what feels right. It's us or them.”
Valencia was suddenly very scared of her old friend. “If I don't eat him, you will execute him anyway, won't you?”
José begun to answer, but was interrupted by a loud crash and several screaming voices. At that moment, the Alakazam Valencia was still pinning down laughed. “Time's up.”
“What did you do? What's going on?” José left the room quickly.
“I may be too paralysed to use my psychic powers,” grinned the drool-covered Alakazam, “but someone holding one of my spoons can, with some difficulty, track me down. Those are psychically charged, you know. And strangely I gave them to Carlos just before you caught me. Aren't coincidences funny?”
Valencia glowered as she quickly got up. “You let yourself be captured so they could find us!”
“Of course. Mind you, I'd have thought about it twice if I'd known I'd meet you... But it's too late for you to finish what you started; better run for your life, cannibal!”
For a moment, Valencia was about to eat him after all for his trickery, as her belly still felt empty. But she thought better of it and rushed out of the room, her stomach giving a grumpy rumble, and into the common room, where pandemonium ruled. The door had been broken down, and Syndicate pokémon were pouring through. In the back, a Bisharp was shouting orders in a snide voice. For a moment, it was like christmas had come, and Valencia imagined herself devouring them all and ending up with a belly the size of a whale.
Run, babosa, don't waste you time with impossibilities! She snapped back to reality, ducked under a Thunderbolt, and started to sprint for one of the windows. A Magmar had created a wall of fire blocking off that escape route, but she'd easily be able to douse it. She jumped over a fallen Clefable, blasted a Scyther advancing on her out of the way, and cloaked herself in a wave of water, washing past the firewall and dousing it, allowing others to escape the same way. She felt a sharp stab of pain in her tail but kept running, surrounded herself with a Water Veil against the shards, and jumped through the window, bursting into the street in a shower of water and glass.
She continued to run, as some of the pokémon here were doubtlessly Syndicate as well. She quickly noticed a Furret, a Golem, and an Umbreon running after her indeed, and went into the small alleyways to prevent them from firing projectiles at her in the open streets. She had to get out of town, though it was dubious she could lose them in the plains outside; José's house was unlikely to remain safe now. And even if it was, running for it to hide could very well result in her pursuers finding it and José.
She couldn't see her pursuers in the alleys, but the Golem's loud crashing rock feet were easy to hear, further and further away. She didn't allow herself to rest, though: her other pursuers were likely to be much faster than it and still after her.
To her great relief, she reached the city's edge and went into the plains. Unfortunately the sparse trees would be no good for losing her pursuers. She looked behind her: only the Furret was still after her. Just one? Thought a very hungry part of her brain; or maybe it was her stomach thinking. Perfect. And it's a Furret too; never had Furret before.
She was running at a much gentler pace now, her subconscious very much wanting to get caught, and quickly sped up. You just told José how evil it is to eat someone!
I told him how evil it was to execute someone. This is a fair fight. Besides, I'm tired of running, my legs need her nutrients...
She resisted the impulse for a while, but began to realise there wasn't really another way to escape. Well, I couldn't outrun it... But then she had an idea. The river! I can easily hide in there!
And when she comes to look into the water, I'll burst out and gobble her up like I'm a crocodile; perfect!
She sighed at the idea, and at the fact that she was actually having a conversation with her stomach in her mind. She ran as fast as she could now, the river being her solution in either case. The Furret was fast and was catching up with her, but the trees on the riverside were up ahead. Valencia's muscles burnt and the only way to keep going was by promising herself she'd devour the Furret when she got to the river. Her mind was soon full of delicious expectations, and she resigned herself that she wouldn't be able to hold back her appetite, so she might as well enjoy it.
She dived into the water, her natural camouflage making her almost invisible, and eagerly awaited the Furret. Her hunger gnawed at her and her stomach's rumbles echoed through the water. She kept looking up, awaiting her prey. Its face appeared above the surface and she propelled herself forward powerfully, shooting out of the water with a huge splash and an open, eager maw. Her fuzzy, brown food leapt in shock, but was too slow to change its fate. Its final sight was Valencia's ravenous jowls approaching rapidly and her dark gullet filling its entire view as its head was swallowed instantly and squeezed tightly by the powerful muscles of Valencia's throat.
The Furret tasted wonderful, an entirely new flavour. The scrumptious, furry piece of meat's lower body wiggled wildly and panicky as it began its one-way journey to the centre of a Vaporeon. Valencia swallowed greedily, its little front paws already disappearing into her, as she swam back a little and pulled her prey into the water. The Furret's lack of shoulders made it an ideal meal; Valencia's mouth and throat barely even hurt as they stretched to let its thin body through. Even so, there was a clear bulge on the outside of her throat, which sank lower and lower.
Valencia moaned with happiness as her stomach was at last filled by a terrified, wiggling head. She could feel her prey squirm all through her oesophagus, and it only slid down faster because of it. Its flavour was incredible, her tongue on fire with the delicious taste. Her stomach was full now, but continued to expand as more and more of the scrumptious creature was pulled into it. The pressure inside her gut was great, yet Valencia didn't even consider stopping for a moment; she had to have the entire Furret inside her, and anyone else who was unlucky enough to come by as well.
With a loud groan and a pang of pain drowned out by delight, Valencia's bellyskin gave in to the intense pressure inside and became curved. It bulged out more and more and became perfectly round, and Valencia rolled her eyes with joy as she still had over half her prey left. Her engorged tummy began to float upward from the air she swallowed with the panicked Furret, forcing her to float on her back with her belly as a little blue island, soon to be a big blue island. She pressed her tail on it, feeling the continuous growth and the squirms inside twice.
She swallowed its tiny, but delicious hind paws, lapping over the tasty cushions under the feet as the long tail splashed pointlessly in the water. Valencia, her immediate hunger stilled, stopped swallowing and let her oesophagus slowly pull the Furret into her belly, eagerly licking his tail as it passed through her mouth bit by bit. She murred at the delicious feeling of its fuzzy body distending her throat and the hairs brushing on the inside as it slowly sank down into her swelling tummy. She was petting it with her tail, taking in the wonderful feeling of her stomach being forced to grow more and more by the wiggly food being pulled into it. Its tiny front paws pushed and scratched at the inside of her gut, making a small moving bulge on the outside that only brought pleasure to Valencia.
The Furret's tail too was disappearing down her gullet, still flapping about as if anything it could do could save the panicked creature tightly packed inside her. As she swallowed it, she was as always disappointed her meal was over already. Despite its massive girth, her stomach felt far too empty and begged for more delicious pokémon. Valencia cast her eyes about ravenously, but she saw no more prey. If any pokémon had been watching her, she would have gobbled them up too. She imagined herself devouring a whole crowd watching her eat in shock and her belly becoming the size of a hot air balloon.
But her mind returned to the present and she looked down at her gut, which felt like a big ball of pure joy that was radiating inside her. It was voluminous and round, the skin stretched tightly and the fur standing on edge. The Furret's serpentine body was almost knotted up in there, and it made large bulges, though there weren't many of them. “Such good food...” she sighed, her stomach groaning. “Mmmrrr, I shouldn't have done that...” She didn't actually feel much regret, though.
She gingerly put her paws on one of the bulges, massaging it lightly, and shivered with delight. Her tum was so incredibly sensitive like this, each touch was wonderful and she could feel her stomach contract and knead her prey. The gentle waves cabbling against her floating belly were lightly petting it too. The warmth of the bright Sun shining on her navel was even magnified, yet the water kept her cool enough that it wasn't uncomfortable. She could hear the Furret whimper inside her softly and felt a bit of pity for a moment. Then her belly gurgled loudly and she was filled with such a wave of pleasure she was left gasping and the thought of it as anything other than prey was washed out of her mind. The Furret squirmed wildly, only adding to the joy.
Gently floating on her back through Valladolid with her eyes half-closed, she wondered what anyone who spotted her would think. “Look at that fat Vaporeon relaxing in the river,” she giggled, “No wonder someone that lazy looks like a whale.”
“But I'm not fat,” she sighed happily, letting her tail slowly pet over the entire curve of her stomach. “Well, not yet anyway, not until you're digested,” she poked her tummy, talking to the Furret squirming inside. As if on cue, her belly gurgled again, “Ahhhhhh... That won't take long at this rate...”
“I don't believe you, señorita,” she mumbled, continuing to play along. “You're just making silly excuses. What's next, you're big-boned?”
“Then come on in the water, tasty one, and feel my stomach.”
“Yeah, I will!”
She imagined the other pokémon getting in the water and coming close. “Of course, it's much easier to feel from the inside!” She splashed about in the water a bit, laughing. Her prey splashed about too in her tummy juices.
Her stomach gurgled happily, yet she didn't feel like it was digesting as well as last time. Maybe it was just that it was less full: last time she had actually swallowed two whole pokémon and her gut had been truly gigantic. Or maybe it was because José wasn't rubbing her prey away. The thought of José made her feel bad for the first time since she'd opened her maw so widely. Had he escaped? How many others had escaped? She wanted to go back and help, but realised there was no way she was swimming upstream all the way when she was this poorly streamlined, nor would she be of much use all slowed down and chunky. At least José was almost certainly fast enough to get out, and she just had to hope as many others as possible escaped too.
There was a sudden shock of stopping as she hit something, and a sharp pain in her belly as it tried to lunge on. She opened her eyes in shock and saw she had hit a net that was blocking the entire river in a small copse. Then, five pokémon jumped out of the bushes, all of them electric types. She yelped and turned around and dived down. But underwater it was like some kind of crane from the sky had clamped on to her belly and was pulling it up hard, while at the same time the current pulled on it powerfully, making it almost impossible to swim against it. An enormous shock went through her and she blacked out.
–
As Valencia slowly woke up from a deep sleep, she felt wonderfully full and the otherworldly, but incredibly nice feeling of a creature struggling to escape her belly was the first sensation she was aware of. She moved a paw onto it, feeling it was rotund and slightly soft. She tried to remember who she had eaten to make her feel so nice. Yet while she sleepily felt her gut, she became slowly aware her back wasn't nearly as comfortable, feeling cold and painful from lying on something hard.
She became uncomfortable and opened her eyes. She was in a dark room, lying on the ground on her back, the sizeable dome of her tum vaguely visible in the near blackness. She tried to sit up, but found the weight made it hard, so she rolled onto her side, carefully guiding her heavy stomach with a paw so it wouldn't hit the ground hard, and sat up from that position. She was alone in the quite small stone room, which could only be a dungeon. Terror crept up on her: the Syndicate had ambushed and captured her! What they would do to her would make what the Furret was going through seem a picnic... Why had she been so stupid as to eat it? She couldn't crawl through any small holes she'd find, and even if she managed to escape her cell, she couldn't run. The only reason she'd been caught in the first place was that she'd stuffed herself silly and hadn't been looking where she was going.
That gave her an odd thought: why was she still filled with Furret? It was clearly still alive inside her, so why hadn't the Syndicate saved it yet? The only answer she could think of was that they were about to. She had to get out... She tried the door, but of course it wouldn't budge. She inspected the rest of the dungeon, but it was just a bare, hollow cube of stone with a door. She sat down in a corner, clutching her belly in terror, waiting for the inevitable sound of footsteps and the door opening.
But it didn't come. Hours passed, and nothing happened, and she began to feel a little better. Her mind was busily thinking why they hadn't cut her open yet. She had no answers. Her belly had barely softened since she had awoken, presumably from the worry. It only rarely gurgled, and when it did she almost wished it didn't, with how spooky the echoes sounded. She knew the Furret was still alive, but it almost never moved, its energy exhausted. It wasn't for many more hours until her belly was quite soft. By then, she was getting very tired. Though it was very hard to tell time in here, she guessed she had been in the dungeon for some twenty hours, but she didn't dare sleep. Hour upon hour passed, and she was starting to wish something would happen, even if it was likely to be horrible...
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Valencia's previous adventures:
Valencia's First Vore http://www.furaffinity.net/view/10294801/
Valencia's Snack in the City http://www.furaffinity.net/view/10339970/
Valencia's Double Trouble http://www.furaffinity.net/view/11838222/
Double Portions for Valencia http://www.furaffinity.net/view/11941225/
Worse, Carlos seemed to focus on hunting down Valencia herself. It was flattering in an odd way, as she wasn't in any kind of leading position in the resistance. In fact, a portion of the resistance hated and feared her, for probably the same reason Carlos was trying to catch her: her 'talent' for eating pokémon. She had swallowed five Syndicate members whole, and the thought of each of them made her stomach rumble and her mouth water. At first, she had managed to keep it a secret, but ever since her second live meal, pokémon always seemed to walk in on her while gobbling someone up. It was rather annoying, really. In one case, she had eaten the intruder too, as she was still ravenous and it too was a member of the Syndicate. But the others had spread the word about her...
And then there was the Floatzel. She felt shame rather than hunger when she remembered eating him. He had done nothing wrong, and she had managed to spit him out with great pain, but it was still a shameful memory. He had told others, of course, and when the rest of the resistance had heard it, even more of them had been furious at her for her voracious ways. Presumably, the same fear of what she could do to a Syndicate member that crossed her path made Carlos the Mighty hunt her now.
After four months of hiding, she felt increasingly cooped up and depressed, and she had half a mind of travelling on and leaving the city behind her. But she couldn't let the Syndicate do as it pleased either...
Just as she realised how dangerous it was to walk around lost in thought, she had reached the hideout. She wondered what José had called her for; usually he advised her to stay away to prevent further antagonising those who disliked her. Some of the pokémon in the hideout greeted her, others gave her cold stares. She might not have even minded so much if her one-time friend Isabella wasn't among the second group.
She was pointed to a room in the back of the hideout where José was waiting for her. Opening its door, she greeted the Jolteon happily.
“'Lencia,” he grinned, “glad you could come so quickly; I need your help with something.”
“What do you have in mind?” asked Valencia, glad to be of use.
José paced a little as he explained. “We caught a Syndicate Alakazam this morning tormenting an old Venomoth with his mind. He seemed to think she knew where to find me.”
Valencia gasped. “Will she be alright?”
“Probably. I showed him just where I was and what I think of scum like him before he could do any permanent damage. Anyway, we had a stroke of luck capturing the bastardo: I'm pretty sure he's close to Carlos the Mighty. They've been seen together several times. So I'm very interested in what he's got to say about our 'mighty' friend. His plans, what he knows about us, any personal info, any weaknesses, anyone in the Syndicate who might bear a grudge against him. In short: anything to help us fight back. Only,” José sighed, “I've asked him nicely all morning, but he refuses to say a word. That's where you come in.”
“M-me?”
José grinned. “Well, he'll know about your talent, won't he? So, I want you to scare him into answering my questions. I expect the prospect of a trip down your gullet will make him a lot more cooperative.”
Valencia's stomach rumbled instinctively. “What about his psychic powers?”
“Don't worry; I paralysed him. He can barely move, and doesn't have the energy for anything of that kind. So, are you up for it?”
“Sure.”
“Brilliant. Just be as scary and evil as you can, and I doubt he'll keep silent. He's just in the next room; I'll prepare him a little and then you come in and have some fun convincing him.”
As José exited, Valencia tried to focus on being hungry, and let her previous preys pass her mind again to whip up her appetite and make it easier to act like she was really going to eat the Alakazam.
“Buenas tardes, Símon,” she heard José say. “Have you decided to talk to me yet?”
There was silence behind the door.
“Ah,” José sighed, “that's what I was afraid of. I wish I could just let that be your final answer, but unfortunately I really need anything you've got on Carlos the Mighty. So I've brought in a friend to help convince you. I think you might have heard of her; her name is Valencia.”
She heard someone catching their breath in shock behind the door.
“I see you do know her. Look, she is just outside that door. I can call her in at any moment, but I can't guarantee your safety when I do. You've heard about what she does to the Syndicate. So how about you tell me what I need to know, and I'll send her away and let you go? Witnessing her devour someone is the last thing I want, believe me.”
Silence.
“If that's your answer, you leave me no choice. Just... Remember I didn't want to do this. And if you answer me after all, I'll do my best to keep her away from you, I promise. Valencia! You can come in!”
Between her mounting appetite and the introduction José had just given her, it was easy enough for Valencia to look very hungry and very evil as she walked in. The Alakazam was tied to a chair and looked terrified, but seemed alright other than that. She stared right at it and licked her lips slowly, exaggerating the motion of her tongue. “So...” she said in her most evil voice, barely more than a whisper. “This is my lunch, then? Looks delicious.”
José halted her from stepping forwards. “I haven't given you permission to eat him yet, 'Lencia. I'm hoping he might see reason, so there's no need for it.”
Valencia grinned widely and stared into the terrified psychic's eyes. “But I'm hungry, and he's tasty! Look at him; I can't wait to have him in my belly.”
“There will be no eating here if I can help it,” said José.
“Hmpf. What did you call me for, then? You know I love gobbling up these Syndicate types.”
José turned to the Alakazam. “I'm terribly sorry about this, but if you don't talk to me, I'll have to give you to Valencia. That's the last thing I want; please help me help you... Before it's too late.”
“He's not going to talk, you know,” said Valencia with delight in her voice. “Just let me have him already. I'm huuuungry...”
“You're bluffing!” The Alakazam squeaked in fear. “She-She can't eat me, it's just a fable!”
“Can't I?” whispered Valencia, slowly walking towards him with a hungry grin on her face. “Tell that to the pokémon who made the trip down my throat and never came back. Each of them fattened me up for a while, but now they're gone completely, just like you will be. They called me the Swalot-Vaporeon of Salvatierra, you know. You're no different than any of my previous preys. Though maybe you'll taste even better...”
“I-I'm bigger than you! It's not possible!”
Valencia had reached the trembling Alakazam now. She put her front paws on his thighs so their faces were close to each other. “So it will be a bit tight for you in my stomach. No problem to me. I've eaten bigger than you; I've eaten two pokémon at a time!” She gave his face a lick and murred. “Mmmmrrr, your scrumptious! Hehe, it's feeding time!” She began to open her mouth, and the Alakazam made a squeaky noise of terror.
“No!” José interrupted. “Stop that, Valencia, we're not done yet!”
“Fine...” sighed Valencia as she sat down in front of the Alakazam. She found that despite the fact she was only acting, she really was disappointed and was instinctively looking forward to eating the Alakazam.
José spoke to Alakazam. “Please, tell me everything you know about Carlos the Mighty. It doesn't need to end inside Valencia's stomach for you. A little information, is that so much to ask for saving your life?”
The Alakazam looked from one Eevee to the other in panic, yet said: “I'll tell you nothing!I-I won't fall for this good cop, bad cop stuff!”
Valencia jumped back onto him; this time pushing so his chair fell backwards and he ended up on his back, Valencia on top of him. He screeched in fear as she lapped over his face, letting his delightful flavour fill her mind. Her belly rumbled greedily. “I know why you're remaining silent,” she whispered in his face. “You think if I eat you, it'll be slimy and scary and tight, but once you're in my stomach you'll just suffocate and that'll be the end of you, right? Wrong! No one escapes from my tummy, but air can still go in and out. It probably gets a bit stale and it smells undoubtedly; I wouldn't know, as no-one who has experienced it is in any position to tell me. When I swallow you whole, you're still alive in my belly. You get to experience my stomach acids, and feel me sloooowly digesting you away. It will take hours; hours that are delightful to me as I absorb you slowly. You will struggle - all of them do - but it won't save you. It'll just spread my acids and make the meal even nicer for me. I have no idea how long you'll be conscious, but it's several hours at least, maybe days.” She was drooling onto Alakazam's face by now, getting almost as ravenous as she was pretending to be.
José sighed. “I don't want to watch you be swallowed whole. So if you don't tell me anything, I will leave the room for a few minutes and leave you alone with Valencia... I expect I'll only see a very round Vaporeon when I get back.”
“Very, very round,” grinned Valencia. “It won't be easy to walk with you until I finish digesting you. And even then, I'll have to get used to all the chub you'll turn into.”
José began to walk to the door, and Alakazam called after him. “You can't leave me to her! I've got the information you need!”
José turned around. “Want, not need. It would be extremely helpful, but I can do without it. And since you refuse to give it to me anyway, it's not like I'll lose it when Valencia wolfs you down. Sorry.”
Valencia opened her maw wide before the Alakazam's face, half a mind to really devour him. His obvious terror as he stared into the darkness of her throat only increased her hunger. She moved forwards, but then Alakazam screamed: “ALRIGHT, I'LL TALK! GET HER OFF OF ME! GET HER OFF OF ME!”
Valencia felt distinctly disappointed and had half a mind of pretending not to hear him and swallowing him anyway. She closed her maw, but didn't get up, instead beginning to lick over his face and murring at the delicious flavour. “Mmm, you'd better talk fast... You'll be a lot harder to understand from inside my tummy.”
“Just-just don't let her eat me!” pleaded the Alakazam.
“Start talking,” said José resolutely, “or I'll let her.”
The Alakazam began to talk about Carlos in a panicky ramble as Valencia continued to lick his face. “O-okay! Carlos comes from Villaviciosa, where he lived until he joined the Syndicate. Ever since he was a little Pawniard, he's gone to...”
Valencia's stomach grumbled madly, busily kneading the air inside in anticipation. The Alakazam's flavour filled her mind, forcing her entire focus on not following her instincts and swallowing him down. Every time she had been this ravenous before, the person had ended up filling her stomach. She tried to calm down her appetite, knowing it would be almost as wrong as eating that Floatzel had been. Mmm, that big, fat scrumptious Floatzel... Why'd I ever spit him out?
Her food's face was soon thoroughly wet, both from its own sweat and Valencia's drool. The odour of fear only increased her hunger. It was almost impossible not to guttle him on the spot. She wished for nothing more in the world than José telling her to go ahead. She couldn't wait for her belly to be bloated out by him, to feel his struggles as she digested him...
Finally, her meal fell silent. Valencia began to pay attention again, her stomach rumbling and her heart throbbing with predatory excitement, waiting for José to give her permission. “What else can you tell me?” asked José.
Hurry up... Thought Valencia. Let me eat him already... I'm so hungry...
“I-I've told you all I know, I swear!” squeaked Valencia's prey.
It was silent for a moment. “Yes, I believe you have,” spoke José. “Very well, then, I suppose the interrogation is over. Eat up, 'Lencia.”
Valencia's heart leapt and she felt almost nauseous with excitement and hunger. She eagerly opened her jaws wide to accommodate the big head of her meal.
“NOOOOO!!!” her prey screamed. “You promised me she wouldn't eat me! You promised!”
Valencia put her paws behind her prey's head, forcing its top towards her mouth to begin gorging herself right away. But the big, pointy ears gave her pause for a moment as she tried to figure out how best to start.
José laughed coldly. “And why would I keep a promise made to Syndicate scum? Have fun in Valencia's gut, bastardo.”
Valencia pressed on the hard ears and found they could actually fold in if she applied some force to them. Finally, her meal could begin.
“Y-you can't do this to me! Dios mio, no! Please! Please!”
Valencia had her jaws spread wide and was ready to begin gulping her food down, yet a strange pang of pity gave her pause. Her every instinct told her to feed, her stomach roared with hunger, yet she managed to halt herself and turn to look to José. “José, I'm not sure I can do it like this...” It was a lie; she was actually very sure she could and would devour the delicious pokémon if she relaxed her control for even a moment; her predatory instincts were almost unstoppable.
José scoffed. “Of course you can, don't be silly. You're obviously ravenous. And besides, I couldn't have done this without you; you deserved this. Go ahead and enjoy the meal.”
Valencia pushed the voices that said it was alright since José gave her permission away and tried to ignore the delicious scent of the Alakazam. “You don't understand; it just doesn't feel right like this. I mean, he's a prisoner. It's not a meal, it's an execution.”
José smiled charmingly. “Why can't it be both? It's the perfect way to get rid of Syndicate creeps.”
“No, it's not,” said Valencia indignantly, pushing the hunger back in her mind. “He's helpless and completely in our power, and you're telling me to execute him. That's cruel.”
“It's no worse than what his lot would do to any of us.”
“Oh, so it's alright because the Syndicate puts pokémon to death? I thought we were fighting the Syndicate, not imitating them!”
José sighed. “Obviously. But why are you making such a scene? How is this any different from the previous times you ate somebody?”
“Because... Because...” it took Valencia a moment to find the right words. “Because those times, I was in a fight for my life. I was overwhelmed with hunger, and ate them in the spur of the moment, and if I hadn't, they would probably have killed me. And you weren't casually standing by and sentencing them to be food in cold blood.”
“He's in Carlos the Mighty's inner circle! The things he's done probably make the rest of the Syndicate look friendly!”
“I don't care what he is, I'm not a garbage bag for you to stuff pokémon you don't like into! How can you do that to anyone, no matter what he is?”
“We're at war, 'Lencia,” said José grimly. “Our enemy rules all of Valladolid with iron fist. We lose someone almost once a week. We can't afford to be nice to them or to always do what feels right. It's us or them.”
Valencia was suddenly very scared of her old friend. “If I don't eat him, you will execute him anyway, won't you?”
José begun to answer, but was interrupted by a loud crash and several screaming voices. At that moment, the Alakazam Valencia was still pinning down laughed. “Time's up.”
“What did you do? What's going on?” José left the room quickly.
“I may be too paralysed to use my psychic powers,” grinned the drool-covered Alakazam, “but someone holding one of my spoons can, with some difficulty, track me down. Those are psychically charged, you know. And strangely I gave them to Carlos just before you caught me. Aren't coincidences funny?”
Valencia glowered as she quickly got up. “You let yourself be captured so they could find us!”
“Of course. Mind you, I'd have thought about it twice if I'd known I'd meet you... But it's too late for you to finish what you started; better run for your life, cannibal!”
For a moment, Valencia was about to eat him after all for his trickery, as her belly still felt empty. But she thought better of it and rushed out of the room, her stomach giving a grumpy rumble, and into the common room, where pandemonium ruled. The door had been broken down, and Syndicate pokémon were pouring through. In the back, a Bisharp was shouting orders in a snide voice. For a moment, it was like christmas had come, and Valencia imagined herself devouring them all and ending up with a belly the size of a whale.
Run, babosa, don't waste you time with impossibilities! She snapped back to reality, ducked under a Thunderbolt, and started to sprint for one of the windows. A Magmar had created a wall of fire blocking off that escape route, but she'd easily be able to douse it. She jumped over a fallen Clefable, blasted a Scyther advancing on her out of the way, and cloaked herself in a wave of water, washing past the firewall and dousing it, allowing others to escape the same way. She felt a sharp stab of pain in her tail but kept running, surrounded herself with a Water Veil against the shards, and jumped through the window, bursting into the street in a shower of water and glass.
She continued to run, as some of the pokémon here were doubtlessly Syndicate as well. She quickly noticed a Furret, a Golem, and an Umbreon running after her indeed, and went into the small alleyways to prevent them from firing projectiles at her in the open streets. She had to get out of town, though it was dubious she could lose them in the plains outside; José's house was unlikely to remain safe now. And even if it was, running for it to hide could very well result in her pursuers finding it and José.
She couldn't see her pursuers in the alleys, but the Golem's loud crashing rock feet were easy to hear, further and further away. She didn't allow herself to rest, though: her other pursuers were likely to be much faster than it and still after her.
To her great relief, she reached the city's edge and went into the plains. Unfortunately the sparse trees would be no good for losing her pursuers. She looked behind her: only the Furret was still after her. Just one? Thought a very hungry part of her brain; or maybe it was her stomach thinking. Perfect. And it's a Furret too; never had Furret before.
She was running at a much gentler pace now, her subconscious very much wanting to get caught, and quickly sped up. You just told José how evil it is to eat someone!
I told him how evil it was to execute someone. This is a fair fight. Besides, I'm tired of running, my legs need her nutrients...
She resisted the impulse for a while, but began to realise there wasn't really another way to escape. Well, I couldn't outrun it... But then she had an idea. The river! I can easily hide in there!
And when she comes to look into the water, I'll burst out and gobble her up like I'm a crocodile; perfect!
She sighed at the idea, and at the fact that she was actually having a conversation with her stomach in her mind. She ran as fast as she could now, the river being her solution in either case. The Furret was fast and was catching up with her, but the trees on the riverside were up ahead. Valencia's muscles burnt and the only way to keep going was by promising herself she'd devour the Furret when she got to the river. Her mind was soon full of delicious expectations, and she resigned herself that she wouldn't be able to hold back her appetite, so she might as well enjoy it.
She dived into the water, her natural camouflage making her almost invisible, and eagerly awaited the Furret. Her hunger gnawed at her and her stomach's rumbles echoed through the water. She kept looking up, awaiting her prey. Its face appeared above the surface and she propelled herself forward powerfully, shooting out of the water with a huge splash and an open, eager maw. Her fuzzy, brown food leapt in shock, but was too slow to change its fate. Its final sight was Valencia's ravenous jowls approaching rapidly and her dark gullet filling its entire view as its head was swallowed instantly and squeezed tightly by the powerful muscles of Valencia's throat.
The Furret tasted wonderful, an entirely new flavour. The scrumptious, furry piece of meat's lower body wiggled wildly and panicky as it began its one-way journey to the centre of a Vaporeon. Valencia swallowed greedily, its little front paws already disappearing into her, as she swam back a little and pulled her prey into the water. The Furret's lack of shoulders made it an ideal meal; Valencia's mouth and throat barely even hurt as they stretched to let its thin body through. Even so, there was a clear bulge on the outside of her throat, which sank lower and lower.
Valencia moaned with happiness as her stomach was at last filled by a terrified, wiggling head. She could feel her prey squirm all through her oesophagus, and it only slid down faster because of it. Its flavour was incredible, her tongue on fire with the delicious taste. Her stomach was full now, but continued to expand as more and more of the scrumptious creature was pulled into it. The pressure inside her gut was great, yet Valencia didn't even consider stopping for a moment; she had to have the entire Furret inside her, and anyone else who was unlucky enough to come by as well.
With a loud groan and a pang of pain drowned out by delight, Valencia's bellyskin gave in to the intense pressure inside and became curved. It bulged out more and more and became perfectly round, and Valencia rolled her eyes with joy as she still had over half her prey left. Her engorged tummy began to float upward from the air she swallowed with the panicked Furret, forcing her to float on her back with her belly as a little blue island, soon to be a big blue island. She pressed her tail on it, feeling the continuous growth and the squirms inside twice.
She swallowed its tiny, but delicious hind paws, lapping over the tasty cushions under the feet as the long tail splashed pointlessly in the water. Valencia, her immediate hunger stilled, stopped swallowing and let her oesophagus slowly pull the Furret into her belly, eagerly licking his tail as it passed through her mouth bit by bit. She murred at the delicious feeling of its fuzzy body distending her throat and the hairs brushing on the inside as it slowly sank down into her swelling tummy. She was petting it with her tail, taking in the wonderful feeling of her stomach being forced to grow more and more by the wiggly food being pulled into it. Its tiny front paws pushed and scratched at the inside of her gut, making a small moving bulge on the outside that only brought pleasure to Valencia.
The Furret's tail too was disappearing down her gullet, still flapping about as if anything it could do could save the panicked creature tightly packed inside her. As she swallowed it, she was as always disappointed her meal was over already. Despite its massive girth, her stomach felt far too empty and begged for more delicious pokémon. Valencia cast her eyes about ravenously, but she saw no more prey. If any pokémon had been watching her, she would have gobbled them up too. She imagined herself devouring a whole crowd watching her eat in shock and her belly becoming the size of a hot air balloon.
But her mind returned to the present and she looked down at her gut, which felt like a big ball of pure joy that was radiating inside her. It was voluminous and round, the skin stretched tightly and the fur standing on edge. The Furret's serpentine body was almost knotted up in there, and it made large bulges, though there weren't many of them. “Such good food...” she sighed, her stomach groaning. “Mmmrrr, I shouldn't have done that...” She didn't actually feel much regret, though.
She gingerly put her paws on one of the bulges, massaging it lightly, and shivered with delight. Her tum was so incredibly sensitive like this, each touch was wonderful and she could feel her stomach contract and knead her prey. The gentle waves cabbling against her floating belly were lightly petting it too. The warmth of the bright Sun shining on her navel was even magnified, yet the water kept her cool enough that it wasn't uncomfortable. She could hear the Furret whimper inside her softly and felt a bit of pity for a moment. Then her belly gurgled loudly and she was filled with such a wave of pleasure she was left gasping and the thought of it as anything other than prey was washed out of her mind. The Furret squirmed wildly, only adding to the joy.
Gently floating on her back through Valladolid with her eyes half-closed, she wondered what anyone who spotted her would think. “Look at that fat Vaporeon relaxing in the river,” she giggled, “No wonder someone that lazy looks like a whale.”
“But I'm not fat,” she sighed happily, letting her tail slowly pet over the entire curve of her stomach. “Well, not yet anyway, not until you're digested,” she poked her tummy, talking to the Furret squirming inside. As if on cue, her belly gurgled again, “Ahhhhhh... That won't take long at this rate...”
“I don't believe you, señorita,” she mumbled, continuing to play along. “You're just making silly excuses. What's next, you're big-boned?”
“Then come on in the water, tasty one, and feel my stomach.”
“Yeah, I will!”
She imagined the other pokémon getting in the water and coming close. “Of course, it's much easier to feel from the inside!” She splashed about in the water a bit, laughing. Her prey splashed about too in her tummy juices.
Her stomach gurgled happily, yet she didn't feel like it was digesting as well as last time. Maybe it was just that it was less full: last time she had actually swallowed two whole pokémon and her gut had been truly gigantic. Or maybe it was because José wasn't rubbing her prey away. The thought of José made her feel bad for the first time since she'd opened her maw so widely. Had he escaped? How many others had escaped? She wanted to go back and help, but realised there was no way she was swimming upstream all the way when she was this poorly streamlined, nor would she be of much use all slowed down and chunky. At least José was almost certainly fast enough to get out, and she just had to hope as many others as possible escaped too.
There was a sudden shock of stopping as she hit something, and a sharp pain in her belly as it tried to lunge on. She opened her eyes in shock and saw she had hit a net that was blocking the entire river in a small copse. Then, five pokémon jumped out of the bushes, all of them electric types. She yelped and turned around and dived down. But underwater it was like some kind of crane from the sky had clamped on to her belly and was pulling it up hard, while at the same time the current pulled on it powerfully, making it almost impossible to swim against it. An enormous shock went through her and she blacked out.
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As Valencia slowly woke up from a deep sleep, she felt wonderfully full and the otherworldly, but incredibly nice feeling of a creature struggling to escape her belly was the first sensation she was aware of. She moved a paw onto it, feeling it was rotund and slightly soft. She tried to remember who she had eaten to make her feel so nice. Yet while she sleepily felt her gut, she became slowly aware her back wasn't nearly as comfortable, feeling cold and painful from lying on something hard.
She became uncomfortable and opened her eyes. She was in a dark room, lying on the ground on her back, the sizeable dome of her tum vaguely visible in the near blackness. She tried to sit up, but found the weight made it hard, so she rolled onto her side, carefully guiding her heavy stomach with a paw so it wouldn't hit the ground hard, and sat up from that position. She was alone in the quite small stone room, which could only be a dungeon. Terror crept up on her: the Syndicate had ambushed and captured her! What they would do to her would make what the Furret was going through seem a picnic... Why had she been so stupid as to eat it? She couldn't crawl through any small holes she'd find, and even if she managed to escape her cell, she couldn't run. The only reason she'd been caught in the first place was that she'd stuffed herself silly and hadn't been looking where she was going.
That gave her an odd thought: why was she still filled with Furret? It was clearly still alive inside her, so why hadn't the Syndicate saved it yet? The only answer she could think of was that they were about to. She had to get out... She tried the door, but of course it wouldn't budge. She inspected the rest of the dungeon, but it was just a bare, hollow cube of stone with a door. She sat down in a corner, clutching her belly in terror, waiting for the inevitable sound of footsteps and the door opening.
But it didn't come. Hours passed, and nothing happened, and she began to feel a little better. Her mind was busily thinking why they hadn't cut her open yet. She had no answers. Her belly had barely softened since she had awoken, presumably from the worry. It only rarely gurgled, and when it did she almost wished it didn't, with how spooky the echoes sounded. She knew the Furret was still alive, but it almost never moved, its energy exhausted. It wasn't for many more hours until her belly was quite soft. By then, she was getting very tired. Though it was very hard to tell time in here, she guessed she had been in the dungeon for some twenty hours, but she didn't dare sleep. Hour upon hour passed, and she was starting to wish something would happen, even if it was likely to be horrible...
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Valencia's previous adventures:
Valencia's First Vore http://www.furaffinity.net/view/10294801/
Valencia's Snack in the City http://www.furaffinity.net/view/10339970/
Valencia's Double Trouble http://www.furaffinity.net/view/11838222/
Double Portions for Valencia http://www.furaffinity.net/view/11941225/
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I hope that it's still the Furret in her belly, and not an innocent the Syndicate had stuffed into her while she was knocked out... Anyway, nice to see a new chapter. Oh, maybe Valencia can eat any Syndicate members that come into the room? She will be fed and they won't be able to hurt her from within her tummy.
ahaha those keywords XD
but yeah, I felt that way for a few times already. aren't you getting yourself in trouble by laying in the river so exposed? guess it got her now :(
now for the story: I suspected a lot of it, being the next Valencia one. And I have to admit.... I liked it very much ;)
loved the whole story, with a few parts I liked especially much. Of course the teasing of the Alakazam and the playing with an imaginable prey while laying stuffed in the water was great.
a very mysterious ending to finish it, great work viktor :)
but yeah, I felt that way for a few times already. aren't you getting yourself in trouble by laying in the river so exposed? guess it got her now :(
now for the story: I suspected a lot of it, being the next Valencia one. And I have to admit.... I liked it very much ;)
loved the whole story, with a few parts I liked especially much. Of course the teasing of the Alakazam and the playing with an imaginable prey while laying stuffed in the water was great.
a very mysterious ending to finish it, great work viktor :)
I didn't happen to comment when this part was first posted, but I just have to say it's great, as are all the other ones. You have a nice way of writing stories, and the characters' reactions are good as well as the level of detail that you use. I'll eagerly await the next story that you release! ^.^
Well, I wrote about a third of it half a year ago, but I haven't really written any more on it since I started The Glaceon and the Shadow ( http://apenpaap.deviantart.com/art/.....er-1-455958787 ). I will at some point write another Valencia story, though.
ok, i just finished those 18 pages and have just 1 regret. and that was reading chapter 16 in a train on the way to school. seriusly it hit me right in the feels and it was pretty akward :P, and i also have 1 question though, about her brothers. are all 3 of them dead or dit nemo survive? i know 1 got squached by a tree and one was near death when they cought on fire but it wasnt all that clear for me if both of them died by the fire or something.
i realy hope at least nemo survived. well anyway keep up with your awesome storys!
i realy hope at least nemo survived. well anyway keep up with your awesome storys!
Sorry about chapter 16, I suppose it wouldn't be a very good chapter to read in public indeed. As for Larissa's brothers, I'm afraid all three are dead. I can understand the confusion, considering they're fire types, but magma is definitely hot enough to kill them. Besides, even if it's molten, it's still rock, and falling into a deep fissure and landing on rock is not very good for your health either.
Anyway, thanks for reading and enjoying it! I will definitely continue wriitng, and have been working on chapter 19 already.
(Sorry for the slow response; first time I responded, the site was in read-only mode)
Anyway, thanks for reading and enjoying it! I will definitely continue wriitng, and have been working on chapter 19 already.
(Sorry for the slow response; first time I responded, the site was in read-only mode)
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