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Hi again, this part features Violet the Espeon trying to make a meal out of a very feisty Floragato called Nyxara (whose stories are being inspected and updated in order to improve them). The smug eeveelution can't help but tease her as she shows how powerful she is. Enjoy the story!
Espeon, floragato, skwovet and rookidee belong to Game Freak, The Pokémon Company and Nintendo.
Violet the Espeon and Nyxara the Floragato belong to me.
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The forest was cloaked in an unsettling stillness. No chirps. No rustling. Only the broken rhythm of desperate pawsteps and shallow breaths. Blood smeared across the bark of passing trees, trailing like a crimson thread in Nyxara’s wake.
The Floragato darted between the ferns, holding her left shoulder with her paw. Her fur was scuffed, and her movements—usually sharp and feline—were growing sluggish. She stumbled, staggered, but kept going.
“Gotta… keep moving…” she growled under her breath, pain sharp in her voice.
Behind her, a quiet, deliberate swaying sound echoed through the woods—the unmistakable, wet slosh of a heavy belly in motion.
And then… a voice. Low. Confident. Hungry.
“Running with that limp? That’s not very smart, little sprig.”
Nyxara’s heart leapt as she turned her head—just in time to see the familiar shape slip between the trees: a large, curvy Espeon, her lavender fur immaculate despite the terrain, eyes glowing with a deep, hungry gleam. Her belly swayed like a weighted hammock, full and round, with shifting bulges just beneath the fur. Something—someone—was still moving inside.
The Espeon licked her lips slowly, her pink forked tongue flicking out as she gave her belly a loving rub.
“The last ones were delicious,” she cooed. “But you… I’ve been craving Grass-type lately.”
Nyxara turned her head forward again—and stepped wrong.
Her paw slipped on wet moss, her weakened leg failed her, and she went tumbling forward with a sharp gasp. She hit the ground hard, rolling onto her side and clutching her injured shoulder.
“Tch—dammit!” she spat, scrambling to push herself up.
Behind her, the Espeon stopped—and chuckled. Her voice was like silk dipped in honey and poison.
“You fall as gracefully as you run,” she purred, sitting down heavily on her haunches, her stomach sloshing as she settled. Her thick tail swept behind her like a serpent waiting to strike.
“Why not just stay down, pretty flower? It'll be easier for both of us.”
Nyxara growled and made to leap away again—only to be stopped mid-motion by an invisible wall. She smacked hard into the air with a grunt and staggered back, dazed.
A shimmering pink glow pulsed around her, outlining a psychic barrier now surrounding her completely.
“You—” she hissed through her teeth, panting heavily as sweat matted her fur. “You with the Baxcalibur Guild? Here to drag me to their filthy cells?”
Violet tilted her head. Then… she smirked wider than before.
“Me? Oh no, dear. I don’t care about your bounty,” she said with a playful lilt. “I’m not with anyone. I’m just hungry.”
She leaned back slightly, placing a paw on the crest of her bloated gut. Inside, something twitched—causing a faint lump to rise beneath the fur, then slowly sank back down. Violet hummed in satisfaction.
“And you're the next dish on my menu.” The eeveelution smiled casually. “You’re not a criminal to me. You’re calories.”
Nyxara’s claws extended instinctively as she backed up until her tail touched the inside of the barrier. Her body trembled—not just from pain, but from rage.
“You think I’ll go down easy?” she snarled, voice raspier now. “Try me, glutton.”
Violet rose slowly, licking her lips again with sultry delight.
“Oh, I hope you squirm,” she said, stepping forward with slow, calculated grace. “It makes digestion so much more… memorable.”
Her gut gurgled loudly in agreement, a wet, echoing churn that made Nyxara's ears twitch. Violet rubbed her belly affectionately, letting her psychic aura ripple around them both.
“Besides,” she added, eyes gleaming, “you’ll make such a cute little bulge.”
She rubbed her stomach in slow, almost maternal circles, as if comforting her current meals into complacency. The gurgles quieted briefly. The shifting bulges stilled. Her gaze never left Nyxara’s.
“Don’t worry,” she whispered with a smirk. “I adore Grass-types.”
Nyxara took a slow step back—just one. Her paw tightened on a seed pouch. She wouldn’t go down easily, not even now. Her pride wouldn’t allow it.
But she knew she was cornered.
And the Espeon knew it too.
“Stop right there,” the predator breathed, licking her lips one more time. “You're just where I want you…”
The moment Violet’s paw touched the forest floor, Nyxara struck.
She yanked a thorned seed from her belt pouch, clenched her fangs, and hurled it with her good arm, vines surging with green energy. The air shimmered as the Seed Bomb spiraled toward the Espeon, humming with explosive power.
“You want a meal?” Nyxara hissed. “Choke on this!”
But Violet didn’t even flinch.
She lifted a paw with theatrical grace, eyes flashing with deep violet light. A swirling mass of dark psychic energy began to pulse in front of her—small at first, then growing, crackling like a storm condensed into a sphere.
“How quaint,” she said softly.
She released it. The Shadow Ball surged forward like a comet.
The two projectiles met mid-air with a sharp CRACK, but the Seed Bomb was obliterated in an instant. Fragments of leaf and dust exploded in every direction as the Shadow Ball tore through, still intact, forcing Nyxara’s eyes wide.
“What—?!”
She dove to the side, rolling awkwardly in the dirt just as the Shadow Ball shredded through the space she'd been in a moment before, leaving a smoldering crater in the forest floor.
Nyxara landed hard, coughing, her claws digging into the earth. Her breath came in ragged gasps now. She could feel her limbs starting to shake—legs trembling, every joint screaming in protest.
“Tch… how… how is she this strong?” she muttered, staring up at the Espeon.
Violet stood tall and relaxed in the middle of the ruined glade, unbothered, tail swaying in slow arcs behind her. Her stomach let out another loud gurgle, as if congratulating her, the bulges within slowly undulating as her last prey shifted weakly inside.
She brought a paw to her cheek, her eyes sparkling with mocking concern.
“Oh my. Was that your strongest move? Because that was precious.”
Nyxara growled, trying to rise, but her knees buckled slightly before she steadied herself again. Her body screamed for rest, but her pride refused to yield.
“I’m not done,” she spat.
Violet chuckled and took a few slow steps forward, hips swaying, belly jostling and sloshing with every motion.
“Darling,” she said, voice silky with cruel amusement, “how long are you going to keep resisting?”
Her head tilted with playful curiosity, and she licked her lips again—slowly. The sound of her tongue dragging over her muzzle was audible even at a distance.
“You’re already limping. You’re wounded. You’re exhausted. And let’s be honest… A green, pudgy little Grass-type like you?” Her eyes flicked over Nyxara’s curvy frame with predatory satisfaction. “You were never going to beat an experienced predator like me.”
Nyxara’s ears flattened as she tried not to take a shaky step back. She gritted her teeth, tail twitching with pent-up fury.
“I’m not your food,” she hissed. “I’m not prey.”
Violet’s stomach groaned again—louder this time. She pressed her paw gently to its side as another lump slowly rose and sank, swallowed by the churning mass.
“Oh, but you are,” she said warmly. “You just haven’t accepted it yet.”
Nyxara’s vision blurred. Her limbs trembled beneath her, her lungs burned with every breath. But in her heart, she still had fire.
“I won’t let it end like this…”
With a low growl, the Floragato surged forward, claws glowing with energy. She poured the last of her strength into one final, reckless charge, leaping toward Violet with a fierce snarl. Her injured leg screamed in protest, but she didn’t care—not now.
“RAAAHH—!!”
Violet’s ears twitched. Her smile widened.
She didn’t move.
She didn’t flinch.
She just chuckled.
Her eyes glowed deep violet.
Nyxara froze mid-air, as if slammed into an invisible wall. The energy left her limbs as her body stiffened under the pressure of the psychic grip.
“Oh, sweet thing…” Violet purred, voice as soft as velvet. “You’re so cute when you try.”
With a flick of her paw, she released her psychic grip just long enough to move—swaying her hips with sensual confidence, her tail flicking. Then, in a sudden motion, she spun and brought her plump thigh crashing into Nyxara like a whip.
WHAM!
“UNGH—!!”
Nyxara was launched backward like a ragdoll, crashing into the invisible psychic barrier with a loud, sickening thud. Her body crumpled against the shimmering wall and then dropped limply to the ground, the breath knocked from her lungs.
She lay there for a few seconds, twitching. Her breath came in short, gasping bursts. Blood trickled down her lip.
Still… she moved. Her paws pressed weakly to the dirt.
Slowly… painfully… she rose to her feet.
Her body was bent. Shaking. But her eyes still burned with defiance.
“Y-you’ll… h-have to… do better than that…” she rasped, barely able to stand.
Violet’s eyes lit up again, sparkling with cruel delight. Her voice came like a lullaby, but cold and hungry.
“I hope you struggle like this on the way down, dear.” She licked her lips in a playful way, “because you make this so fun.”
She lifted a paw to her temple.
“But let’s wrap this up.”
The forest lit up with a sudden pulse of power—violet light flaring around Violet’s body as the air warped with pressure.
“Psyshock.”
The words barely left her lips when a blast of pure psychic force erupted toward Nyxara. The impact was instant.
BOOM.
The earth shook. A shockwave split the trees. Smoke exploded outward in a thick, blinding cloud, swallowing the entire glade in an unnatural fog of violet-tinted haze. The barrier shimmered violently with the impact.
For a long moment… silence.
Then—movement.
The smoke parted just slightly… revealing Nyxara, her body motionless, collapsed in the dirt. Her limbs sprawled. Her breathing shallow. Her eyes barely open.
Defeated.
Violet approached slowly, each step deliberate. Her glowing eyes never left the fallen Floragato. She smiled softly—triumphantly.
“Mmm… you resisted a lot,” she whispered. “Let’s see if you taste half as good as you fight…”
The air shimmered with psychic tension. Dust still clung to the aftermath of the Psyshock blast, but Violet’s mind cut through it like a blade through silk.
With a delicate motion of her paw, she raised Nyxara from the dirt, her body surrounded in a soft pink aura. The Floragato groaned weakly, her limbs limp, head tilted downward—but her eyes, sharp as ever, were still locked onto her captor.
“Still glaring at me,” Violet said with a musical laugh. “I like that.”
She brought Nyxara slowly closer, lifting her until they were at eye level, mere inches apart. The Floragato’s body dangled in the telekinetic grip, her legs slack, blood still matting her shoulder fur—but her pink eyes burned with defiance.
Violet’s grin widened.
“You’re adorable when you're helpless.”
With a soft sigh, the Espeon sat down, shifting her weight onto her plush haunches. Her tail wagged slowly behind her like a pendulum—content, playful, and full of anticipation. Her round, gurgling stomach let out a pleased rumble, as if preparing for its next meal.
Nyxara flinched slightly as Violet leaned in close.
Her breath was warm—humid, soft, and scented faintly of the forest and something far more intimate. It washed over Nyxara’s face and chest, and despite her pride, the Floragato shivered, her body trembling in the psychic hold.
“Mm-mm… I wonder…” Violet mused aloud, licking her lips slowly. “Do you taste as good as you look?”
She didn't wait for an answer.
Her tongue slid out—long and velvety, pink and glistening—and she leaned forward.
With aching slowness, she dragged her tongue up Nyxara’s body, starting at her waist. The thick, wet surface slid smoothly over her chest, her shoulder, her cheek, and finally traced across one ear, leaving a visible trail of saliva glistening in its wake.
Nyxara hissed softly through her teeth, jerking instinctively—but she couldn’t move. Her claws twitched. Her tail coiled weakly.
Violet pulled back, smacking her lips with exaggerated delight.
“Oh~... Now that,” she said, eyes half-lidded, “was so much better than I expected.”
She rubbed her own belly in small, circular motions, tail flicking excitedly behind her. Another gurgle bubbled up from within.
“Sweet. Earthy. A little tangy from all that sweat and blood… You’re going to go down so smoothly, little flower.”
Nyxara's breathing hitched. Her glare hadn't wavered… but her body had. She was trembling all over now—not just from fear or cold—but the slow, inevitable realization that she was seconds away from becoming part of Violet’s already full belly.
Violet's soft giggle echoed through the clearing like a lullaby laced with venom. Her warm breath was hot against Nyxara’s face, and the faint tremble of the psychic hold let her know that the Espeon was savoring every second. Her jaws began to part, slow and dramatic, her tongue twitching eagerly.
“Mmmh… Hope you’re ready, little morsel,” she purred. “Because I’m going to take my sweet time with you.”
Her maw opened wider. Threads of saliva stretched between her jaws, thick and glistening, like syrupy glue. Violet leaned in, the psychic grip still firm—her nose brushed against Nyxara’s forehead as she angled her jaws to begin the slow, indulgent swallow.
Nyxara squirmed in place, gritting her teeth. The scent of the Espeon's maw—hot, wet, and tinged with the bitter scent of stomach acids—made her stomach twist. Her ears flicked at the wet sound of the Espeon’s eager tongue twitching behind those parting jaws.
But inside that crushing hold, something still burned. A spark. A roar.
“No,” Nyxara growled under her breath. “I’m not your food.”
With a snarl, Nyxara focused. Her claws twitched. Muscles flared. And with a desperate surge of pure willpower, she tore her right arm free from the psychic hold.
“HYAAAH—!”
Her claws glowed with dark energy—Shadow Claw ignited in a flash of obsidian light—and she slashed upward, directly across Violet’s smug, beautiful face.
“AAAAH—!”
Violet let out a shriek as the blow connected, staggering back with a hiss. The cut traced across her cheek and muzzle, shallow but stinging, and deep enough to snap her fully out of her indulgent daze. Blood didn’t pour—but the shock was worse than any wound.
She clutched her face with a paw, her expression twisting into rage.
“You wicked little…!” she hissed, tail lashing furiously behind her. “You’re going to regret that!”
Her body trembled in outrage, and the elegant playfulness from before was gone. Her jaw clenched. Her ears flattened. The pink psychic aura that had enveloped Nyxara vanished with a harsh snap, and the Floragato fell to the dirt with a soft grunt, landing hard on her haunches.
Nyxara coughed and gasped for air, her shoulder still throbbing, her limbs aching. But her heart was roaring in her chest.
“You’re not the first predator who’s tried to eat me,” she spat, dragging herself up. “But you’re sure as hell going to wish you’d been the last.”
Her paw sparked.
Crackling arcs of yellow energy coursed over her fur as she activated Thunder Punch, lightning surging down her arm. Her body shimmered, and her Protean ability flared—her very essence shifting.
The green and earthy scent around her vanished.
Now, she crackled with the raw power of an Electric-type.
“Let’s see how you handle prey that bites back!” she shouted, dashing forward with renewed adrenaline.
But Violet was already moving.
Her rage sharpened her instincts. No longer playing. No more teasing.
“You insolent brat!” she snarled.
Her paws struck the ground—and with a flash of light, she burrowed downward, vanishing in a blink.
Dig.
Nyxara skidded to a stop, claws digging into the earth.
“Coward!” she growled, eyes darting, ears twitching frantically. “You scared now that your food has claws?! Come on!”
The ground was quiet. Too quiet. The leaves around the barrier rustled gently. A tense silence fell over the glade, interrupted only by the distant, angry churn of Violet’s stomach and the crackle of Nyxara’s lightning-charged fist.
She crouched low, shoulder still bleeding, body aching—but her spirit reignited, her pulse thunderous.
“Come out and fight me, Espeon!” she roared. “Or did I hit you too hard for your pretty face to handle?!”
Somewhere below her… the ground shifted.
Nyxara crouched low, sparks arcing from her paw. Her claws buzzed with electrical fury, and her breathing came in shallow, determined gasps. The forest had gone eerily silent again, the wind holding its breath. Her ears twitched in every direction, trying to pinpoint movement. She could feel the rumble beneath the ground, but not where.
“Where are you…?” she muttered through her teeth.
Then—too late.
The dirt directly beneath her erupted, a geyser of soil and grass exploding upward as Violet launched herself up from underground with terrifying force. Her eyes glowed fiercely. Her fangs were bared. And her paw, cloaked in rock-splitting energy, connected squarely with Nyxara’s chest.
“SURPRISE~!”
CRACK!
“AAGHH—!”
The impact sent an electric-type Nyxara flying backwards, her back arcing as the super-effective Dig tore through her already injured frame. She crashed onto the ground with a hard thud, kicking up a cloud of dust and grass. Her limbs sprawled. Her jaw clenched shut to bite back a scream.
Violet landed gracefully, fur streaked with dirt, but she didn’t even bother brushing it off. Her tail lashed and her fur bristled with predatory glee as she slowly approached the fallen Floragato.
“Tsk tsk, poor little sparkplug,” she taunted, licking her teeth. “You changed your type and still walked right into the ground… It’s almost like you’re trying to lose.”
Nyxara tried to rise, only to find herself shadowed by the large Espeon looming above her, standing tall on her hind legs. Her full, rounded belly swayed slightly with the motion, a low gurgle echoing beneath her ribs as it digested her earlier victims.
“But don’t worry,” Violet added in a tone almost too sweet,“you’ll be joining them soon enough.”
She raised a paw charged with Rock Smash, aiming directly for Nyxara’s chest—but the Floragato’s instincts roared.
“NOT YET!”
She rolled with a desperate spin to the side, narrowly evading the crushing blow. The psychic-charged paw slammed into the dirt, leaving a spiderweb of cracks where Nyxara’s ribs had just been.
Nyxara pushed back with her good leg, increasing the distance, heart pounding in her ears.
“You hit hard,” she panted, wiping blood from her lip, “but you’re not the only one who can adapt.”
With a surge of green energy, she launched forward in a spinning motion—U-turn ignited around her as her body shimmered again. The electricity faded from her fur, replaced with a buzzing aura of Bug-type energy.
“Let’s see you digest this!”
She collided with Violet mid-stride.
But the Espeon had already shifted her stance. With elegant poise, she rose to her hind legs, letting her plump, gurgling gut absorb the attack head-on.
THUMP.
Nyxara bounced off Violet’s soft belly with a surprised grunt, her momentum killed like she’d hit a gelatinous wall.
“Oof—!”
Violet exhaled sharply at the impact, but instead of grunting in pain, she laughed—a low, sultry chuckle.
“Oh no~ You just bounced off my belly, little bug,” she teased, patting her middle as it sloshed. “You should know by now: you can’t hurt me with half-measures.”
Nyxara was mid-air, trying to reorient herself, when Violet’s eyes pulsed with gem-like intensity.
“Catch, sweetheart.”
A shimmering beam of crystalline energy erupted from Violet’s forehead—Power Gem—glittering shards of solid light exploding toward Nyxara with pinpoint precision.
KRACK!
“Nnnhh—!” Nyxara cried out as the blast caught her square in the chest, slamming her backward through the air. The blast singed her fur and left her tumbling head over heels across the forest floor.
She crashed into a low stone and crumpled beside a tree root, her limbs twitching weakly.
Violet lowered her paw and took a slow breath, approaching again with the elegance of a predator satisfied—but not yet sated.
“You’re persistent,” she admitted, with a tilt of her head. “I’ll give you that.”
Her voice lowered.
“But every time you fight back, you just season yourself more.”
Nyxara’s chest heaved. Her limbs trembled, but she wasn’t done. Not yet.
Through blurred vision and the ringing in her ears, she could see Violet slowly advancing again—swaying her hips with confidence, belly groaning lowly beneath her, eyes gleaming with that infuriating predator's calm.
“You look tired, flower,” Violet said sweetly, with mock concern. “Why don’t you stop flailing and go down soft? You’ll be warm, I promise.”
Nyxara’s claws curled. Her eyes narrowed.
“Keep talking,” she growled. “I’m not done making you hurt.”
Then she dipped her paw into the earth beside her and slammed it forward, flinging a burst of wet dirt and grime directly at Violet’s face.
SPLAT!
“Agh—!” Violet yelped, staggering back a step, her smug expression vanishing in an instant.
Mud-Slap hit true.
The thick, gritty mixture clung to her eyes and muzzle, dripping down her face. She snarled in frustration and stumbled back, pawing at her face like a feline dunked in water.
“Ugh—you little weed!” The Espeon hissed. How dare you?!”
Nyxara used the moment to shift her typing once more. Her body shimmered again with mystical pink energy as her Protean ability switched her essence to Fairy-type.
“Try and hit me now,” she whispered under her breath, pushing herself forward, “let’s see how you handle this…”
Her claws glowed with shimmering pink light, her body lunging forward in a low tackle—Play Rough charged and aimed straight for Violet’s core.
But Violet… didn’t need to see.
Despite her cursing and wiping her face, her tail suddenly stiffened behind her—glowing white-silver like a blade forged of moonlight and steel.
Her ears twitched once.
“I don’t need my eyes to crush you.”
WHACK!
The Iron Tail came from below in a swift, brutal arc, slamming into Nyxara’s midsection just before she could land her strike. The move struck with pinpoint accuracy—guided by Violet’s psychic awareness, her innate battle sense honed sharp as a dagger.
“NNGH—AAH!!”
The wind was knocked out of Nyxara. Her eyes widened, mouth agape, as her limbs went limp from the sheer force of the impact. The world spun. She soared through the air like a broken doll and crashed into a thick tree trunk with a painful crack, collapsing at its base.
She groaned, barely able to move.
Violet took a moment, finally clearing her eyes. With deliberate care, she wiped away the last of the mud with her paws, blinking as her vision returned.
“Tch…” she muttered, brushing mud from her fur. “That was a dirty trick. Literally.”
Then she glanced down at her cheek—the scratch from earlier, Shadow Claw’s mark, still faint but visible.
Her paw traced over it slowly.
Then, a wicked grin curled across her face.
“You know,” she said, licking her lips again, “my kind are famous for being powerful special attackers.”
She stood tall again, tail flicking with pride.
“But I didn’t spend years training just to spam Psybeam like some back-alley psychic. I’ve evolved, darling. Learned to fight with claws, fangs, muscle.”
Her paw clenched. Her eyes narrowed.
“And now that you’ve pushed me? You’re going to feel every single move I’ve mastered.”
She stepped forward, slow and deliberate, her pudgy gut swaying gently, gurgling with the promise of more.
“Let’s see how much more you can take… before I finish what I started.”
Nyxara’s body trembled at the base of the tree, every breath shallow, ragged. Her muscles screamed with every movement. Pain radiated through her side from where the Iron Tail struck. But as she saw Violet approaching—tail flicking, smirking like a queen already savoring her throne—her instincts flared again.
“Not… finished…” she growled, dragging her body up on one knee, hiding her claws behind her forearm.
Violet was mid-step, still grinning down at her.
“Aw, still moving?” she purred. “I’ll give you points for stamina, dear—”
“SHUT UP!”
Nyxara struck.
Sucker Punch exploded forward in a blur of dark energy, her claws shooting up in a rising arc—slamming directly into Violet’s face, wiping the smug look clean from her expression.
“UNGH—!”
The Espeon’s head turned slightly from the impact, her ears twitching from the jolt. But she didn’t fall. She didn’t stagger. She simply blinked… then slowly turned her face back toward Nyxara.
“…That was cute,” she said softly, her eyes glowing with new amusement. “But I’ve taken worse from a pillow.”
Nyxara’s eyes widened. Her type change—she was Dark now, vulnerable.
Too late.
Violet’s paw reached forward and grasped her cheek gently, claws gliding just under the fur as her lips pressed to Nyxara’s forehead.
“Draining Kiss.”
Energy flared.
A bright pink glow surrounded them as Violet’s fangs nipped just slightly, magic leeching from Nyxara’s very body. The Floragato groaned, shuddering as her strength bled out of her, her wounds worsening—while Violet purred softly, her form shimmering with recovered vitality.
“Mmmmmm…” she sighed as she pulled away, lips still tingling. “Delicious. You taste even better when you're weak.”
The scratch on her face from Shadow Claw faded slightly. Her posture straightened. She gave a deep, content exhale as the power surged back into her.
Nyxara grit her teeth.
“I’m not… done yet—!”
With a growl, she twisted into a low spin, her leg sweeping forward—Low Sweep targeting Violet’s lower stance.
But Violet was ready.
Her body moved with dancer-like grace, her belly swaying as she leapt straight into the air, soaring above the arc of the attack.
“Tried that once already, darling,” she called out mid-air with a smug grin. “Let me show you how it’s really done.”
Then she dropped.
Her lithe, muscular frame curled mid-leap and landed directly on top of Nyxara, legs extended—crushing her beneath her full weight. The impact was thunderous, sending a thick cloud of dust and broken leaves outward in every direction.
THUMP!
“Nnnggh—Ghhkk…!”
Nyxara let out a strained gasp, her body pinned beneath Violet’s full rear and belly, the weight pressing into her chest and stomach. She writhed, trying to shift—but Violet didn’t budge.
The Espeon exhaled peacefully, like she had just settled into a soft cushion. Her tail flicked once, happily.
“Ohhh yes~ That’s nice,” she sighed. “Warm, soft, and struggling just enough to keep me entertained.”
Nyxara groaned, arms pushing up against Violet’s thighs and belly, her claws digging into the soft fur—but she couldn’t move her. Not even a little.
“G-get off me…!” she rasped, straining.
Violet arched her back slightly and leaned down, licking the back of Nyxara’s foreleg with her soft, wet tongue. Her breath was warm again—intimate.
“No.”
Then she paused.
Her belly—now pressing hard into Nyxara’s lower ribs—gurgled. Wet, churning sounds echoed from within. If Nyxara listened closely… there were voices. Muffled cries. Twisting motions.
Violet smirked when she felt Nyxara tense beneath her.
“Oh, that?” she cooed. “Just the last few who thought they were too strong to be eaten.” “You’ll be joining their conversation soon.”
She gently rocked her hips, letting her belly shift on top of her prey—taunting her, smothering her under the full curve of her power.
“You fought well, flower… But it’s time to stop pretending you’re not food.”
The weight on Nyxara’s chest made it almost impossible to breathe. Violet had settled like a queen atop a defeated opponent, perfectly relaxed, perfectly pleased. Her tail lazily flicked over Nyxara’s face now and then, teasing. The soft squelch of her digesting gut, hot and round and pressed up against her, filled the air with a perverse intimacy.
And then… Violet purred.
Not mockingly. Not sarcastically. Genuinely, deeply, like a feline in absolute bliss.
“Mmmh… I always wonder,” she mused aloud, her tone thoughtful as her paw traced small circles on her belly. “What does it feel like… to be the one inside?”
Nyxara grunted beneath her, arms pinned to her sides by Violet’s thick thighs, breath ragged from the sheer weight crushing her hips and gut.
“You’d… find out… if someone ever got the better of you,” she hissed, still defiant.
Violet laughed. It was a silken, velvety laugh—the kind that said I don’t believe you, but I love your spirit.
“No,” she cooed, tail flicking over Nyxara’s face once more. “I’ll never know. I’m a predator. A big, proud, and very hungry predator.”
She leaned forward slightly, swaying her hips where she sat, her belly pressing harder into Nyxara’s thighs and waist, drawing another strained grunt from the Floragato.
“I eat to survive. To grow. To stay strong.” The psychic-type smirked. “And you, cutie… well—”
She looked down at Nyxara, who squirmed uselessly under her.
“You’re just the next bite.”
With deliberate motion, Violet rose to her full height, stretching like a content cat after a long nap. Her belly hung low, taut and softly swaying, its gurgling just audible over the rustle of leaves.
For a brief moment, Nyxara gasped in relief as the pressure on her chest lifted.
But then—
WHUMP.
Violet spun on her paws and sat down heavily, this time on Nyxara’s lower half, her full plush weight crashing onto the Floragato’s legs and hips like a velvet boulder. Nyxara arched her back in pain.
“Gghhh—agh!”
“Mmmh, there we go~” Violet cooed, tail wrapping loosely around Nyxara’s thigh like a ribbon. “Better position, don’t you think?”
The Espeon placed both paws gently atop her belly and began to rub it in slow, rhythmic motions, her claws occasionally tracing through her own fur.
Her stomach answered with a low groan, wet and heavy.
Then—movement.
From inside her gut, two faint bulges began pushing at the walls. One was smaller and pudgy, the other wiry with fluttering limbs. The outlines pressed against her stomach walls, barely visible through the stretched fur and flesh.
“Uuugh, it’s so hot in here!” a muffled, high-pitched voice squeaked.
“Let us out! I can’t move my wings—! I think I touched your liver again!” came another panicked chirp.
Nyxara blinked, trying to place the sounds.
Violet giggled, rubbing harder in slow circles.
“Oh, those two?” she purred, looking down at her belly with amused fondness. “That’s just Skwovet and Rookidee. They were trying to steal berries from my stash.”
The bulges pushed again, clearly squirming for space.
“You’re digesting us! This is illegal!!” the Skwovet shouted from inside, voice muffled by belly walls and acid.
“I can still hear the forest! Someone’s out there—help!” Rookidee cried, wings thumping weakly.
Violet’s expression shifted into a dramatic pout.
“So loud, aren’t they?”
Then—with wicked glee—she lifted both forepaws and gave her belly a playful double slap.
SPLORCH.
The stomach sloshed violently, slapping against her thighs as the inner bulges disappeared beneath the surface with wet gurgling glorps. The forest went quiet again, save for the steady churn of Violet’s gut settling.
She sighed, patting it affectionately.
“There. That’s better.”
Her gaze dropped back to Nyxara, still pinned, panting, her arms straining to push at the Espeon’s massive form to no avail.
Violet smirked.
“They were fidgety at first too,” she whispered, leaning slightly back to increase the pressure on Nyxara’s hips.
“But they’re softening up. And you?” She purred again, her tail curling around Nyxara’s thigh.
“You’ll be the main course.”
Violet’s deep purring didn’t stop as she adjusted her seated posture, tail coiled around her own ankle, her plush rear comfortably nestled in the dirt where she’d been enjoying Nyxara’s resistance for far too long.
Her massive belly still churned beneath her paws, but now her gaze was entirely—hungrily—fixed on the green Floragato pinned beneath her.
“Mmh… all that struggling… all that fire…” she murmured, voice barely above a whisper. “And yet, here we are.”
Her eyes began to glow again, that signature pink psychic shimmer returning to her irises.
Nyxara tried to resist, claws digging into the earth as her body tensed—but it was futile.
The psychic grip was back.
Violet lifted her effortlessly, as if she weighed nothing, the Floragato floating inches off the ground, her limbs twitching but unable to break free. She was rotated mid-air, facing Violet directly.
The Espeon didn’t move from her seated position. She simply watched her prey hover, rotating her slowly, savoring the view from every angle.
“You really are something,” Violet whispered, leaning forward to sniff.
Her nose pressed gently against Nyxara’s belly, inhaling deeply.
“Mmmmhh…”
Her eyes fluttered slightly.
“Sweat, blood… leaves and berries… and something so uniquely you.” Her words carried a maternal tone.“No wonder I’ve waited this long—I wanted to taste you properly.”
She drew back, her breathing now noticeably heavier, the corners of her lips slick with anticipation.
A line of drool slipped down one side of her mouth.
“Why am I even controlling myself?” she said aloud, licking her upper lip. “I could swallow you whole. Right now. One gulp. You wouldn’t even touch the sides.”
But she didn’t.
Not yet.
Instead, she gave a gentle flick of her paw and spun Nyxara slowly in the air, turning her around—until the Floragato was hovering with her feet pointed toward Violet, body horizontal, belly slightly exposed.
Violet’s breath hitched.
Her ears twitched. Her mouth opened slightly, and more drool began to collect at the corners.
Nyxara, still caught in the psychic grip, shivered as the first gust of warm, damp air washed over her exposed legs and belly.
“N-no…!” she hissed, eyes wide, trying to twist. “Don’t…!”
Violet didn’t respond with words.
She leaned in.
Her breath caressed Nyxara’s paws, toes, calves. Hot. Slow. Humid.
The Floragato’s fur bristled with every exhale. Her body trembled involuntarily.
Violet’s tongue slid from her mouth in anticipation, twitching slightly.
“Mmmm… you’re trembling,” she cooed, her voice dipped in delight. “Is it fear? Or excitement? Or both?”
She opened her maw wide now, slow and indulgent—long threads of saliva stretching between her upper and lower jaws, quivering from the forest air.
“Time to find out.”
Her lips descended—soft, wet, and impossibly warm—toward Nyxara’s feet.
The big cat’s tongue lolled lazily as her lips parted fully, hot breath rolling over Nyxara’s trembling paws. Her mouth glimmered with saliva, glistening pink and wet under the forest light. Her jaws flexed wider with anticipation, and her eyes narrowed in pleasure.
“Mmmm… now, let’s enjoy this together.”
She lowered her head, letting her tongue lap once over Nyxara’s soles. The taste hit her instantly—warm, earthy, electric with stress. Her fur bristled with a purr.
But now came the real fun.
With a soft mental flick, she released her psychic grip.
Nyxara dropped.
The moment her body fell, panic erupted through her like wildfire. Gravity took hold, and she slid straight into Violet’s mouth—feet-first.
“NO—!”
Her legs vanished into the hot, dripping maw, soft wet muscle pressing against her calves. Her fur was instantly soaked in saliva, and a blast of humid air rushed up from Violet’s throat, carrying the sickening scent of half-digested berries, squashed fur, and stomach acid.
She kicked violently, twisting her torso, trying to grab at the Espeon’s snout, her claws scraping against damp fur.
“Let me go! STOP!”
But the Espeon only moaned in delight.
Violet let her prey flail.
Her tongue curled lovingly around Nyxara’s thighs, guiding her slowly inward, allowing the friction of her soft palate and hot breath to break down any remaining resistance.
“Mmh… struggle more,” she whispered between breaths, “I want to feel every squirm.”
She made no move to swallow—not yet. She simply kept her maw wide open, letting the smaller cat slide in inch by inch, hips brushing her tongue, tail twitching between her teeth.
Nyxara was soaked. From her ankles to her stomach, Nyxara was drenched in Violet’s saliva. Her heart pounded in her chest like it was trying to escape before she did. Her claws raked against Violet’s canines, seeking grip, purchase—anything.
“No no no—come on—!”
She thrashed, one paw reaching out of the maw to grab the air, limbs trembling, but Violet tilted her head slightly, and gravity betrayed her again.
Her hips slipped in. Her tail was pulled behind her like a ribbon.
Now, the real descent began.
With a languid sigh of pleasure, Violet closed her jaws slightly, sealing her lips just beneath Nyxara’s belly, though she left her head, chest, and one paw exposed.
Inside her throat, she began to pulse and contract in waves—slick and rhythmic, her powerful muscles slowly drawing her meal deeper.
“You’re such a perfect fit,” she hummed, breath warm against Nyxara’s face. “You taste like everything I hoped… and more.”
She opened her mouth again—letting the air cool her tongue—just to watch the horror in the grass-type’s eyes.
“Still think you’re going to claw your way out?”
Her body was sliding, inch by inch, into a tight, crushing tunnel of muscle. She could feel her legs already folding into a wet chamber, the oppressive heat of Violet’s stomach wrapping around her feet, bubbling and churning.
“No—please—!”
She punched upward, striking Violet’s nose, but her strength was fading.
The muscles around her waist squeezed, and she felt the wet inner flesh gripping her like a living glove, pulling her down slowly, lovingly.
She tried to dig her claws into Violet’s tongue, into the roof of her mouth—but every surface was slippery, yielding, and so warm.
“I’m not food… I’m not food…!” she hissed, voice cracking.
But she could already hear the muffled voices below her, still echoing from within the Espeon’s belly—Skwovet and Rookidee, whimpering from deep inside.
She chuckled, her throat vibrating gently around Nyxara’s midsection.
“You are food,” she whispered with satisfaction. “You’re halfway there already.”
Then she began to swallow.
One deep, wet glrk.
Nyxara's belly and chest sank past her tongue, her head still out in the forest air—only just.
Violet tilted her head back slightly, savoring the feeling of the tight squirming mass inching down her gullet.
“Let’s make this moment last…”
The psychic cat's tongue pressed gently against the base of Nyxara’s spine, mouthing her slowly, dragging her damp body deeper between warm, slick walls. Her lips flexed again and again over Nyxara’s shoulders, gently nibbling, not to hurt—but to tease.
She let out a low, throaty giggle, her whole body vibrating with a satisfied purr. Her paws moved with feline grace, and she raised one now to playfully push her prey’s back, urging her in with a deliberate but gentle force.
“So much spirit,” she mused, breath warm over the fur she was now tasting for the final time. “Even now, you’re trying to stop me.”
The Floragato was already buried chest-deep in Violet’s throat, slick muscle hugging her in rhythmic, constricting waves. The esophagus wasn’t tight like a noose, but firm, fleshy and alive, guiding her in like she belonged there.
She kicked.
Squirmed.
Pressed her feet against the inside walls, arms shaking as she threw them wide, pressing hard against Violet’s teeth and gums, desperate to stay out.
“Not yet—not like this!”
Her claws scraped wet enamel.
Her body tensed—fully extended—halting her descent.
For a heartbeat, she actually succeeded.
“I can fight it… I can—”
Violet blinked slowly, as if almost impressed.
“Mmmmh. You’re making this delicious.”
She closed her jaws.
A soft click.
The forest light vanished.
“No… no—!”
Everything turned dark. Nyxara’s paws pressed now against soft, wet flesh. No more open air. No more options. The only thing that greeted her was the heat, the slippery pressure, and the sound of Violet’s heartbeat.
Then—the gulps began.
GLRRK.
Her arms were sucked inward.
GLRRK.
Her shoulders slipped past Violet’s tongue.
GLK—GLLLP.
Every swallow dragged her deeper.
“This can’t be happening,” the green cat whimpered, her voice small and lost in the tight tunnel.
The walls squeezed, gently pulsing, massaging her downward. She felt the world narrow until her body could barely move, her form pushed into a fetal curl.
And still—she fought. Paws out, claws scraping.
But nothing slowed her descent.
The Espeon traced the bulge in her neck with one paw, letting it slide slowly downward with each swallow. Her smirk deepened as her prey moved under her fur inch by inch.
“There she goes~” she whispered, “almost home.”
The bulge reached her chest.
Then her ribs.
Then…
THUD.
Nyxara landed in her belly with a muffled squelch. The Espeon’s middle expanded slightly, wobbling before bouncing softly, shifting side to side before gradually settling into its new, swollen shape.
She let out a long, satisfied breath and licked her lips—twice.
“Mmmmmm… perfect,” she purred.
Her belly groaned gently beneath her, the sound of churn and motion returning now with a fuller, deeper gurgle. Her forepaws patted her gut affectionately, feeling the pressure of curled limbs and panicked movement inside.
She leaned forward, letting her upper body relax above her forepaws, tail curling around her like a velvet ribbon. Her hips swayed once in contentment.
“You’re warm…” she whispered to the shape in her belly. “And you’re mine.”
She sighed.
A long, drawn-out hum escaped her throat—pleased, sated, and utterly at peace. Her ears flicked lazily, her body still.
The forest, once again, was quiet.
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The forest was cloaked in an unsettling stillness. No chirps. No rustling. Only the broken rhythm of desperate pawsteps and shallow breaths. Blood smeared across the bark of passing trees, trailing like a crimson thread in Nyxara’s wake.
The Floragato darted between the ferns, holding her left shoulder with her paw. Her fur was scuffed, and her movements—usually sharp and feline—were growing sluggish. She stumbled, staggered, but kept going.
“Gotta… keep moving…” she growled under her breath, pain sharp in her voice.
Behind her, a quiet, deliberate swaying sound echoed through the woods—the unmistakable, wet slosh of a heavy belly in motion.
And then… a voice. Low. Confident. Hungry.
“Running with that limp? That’s not very smart, little sprig.”
Nyxara’s heart leapt as she turned her head—just in time to see the familiar shape slip between the trees: a large, curvy Espeon, her lavender fur immaculate despite the terrain, eyes glowing with a deep, hungry gleam. Her belly swayed like a weighted hammock, full and round, with shifting bulges just beneath the fur. Something—someone—was still moving inside.
The Espeon licked her lips slowly, her pink forked tongue flicking out as she gave her belly a loving rub.
“The last ones were delicious,” she cooed. “But you… I’ve been craving Grass-type lately.”
Nyxara turned her head forward again—and stepped wrong.
Her paw slipped on wet moss, her weakened leg failed her, and she went tumbling forward with a sharp gasp. She hit the ground hard, rolling onto her side and clutching her injured shoulder.
“Tch—dammit!” she spat, scrambling to push herself up.
Behind her, the Espeon stopped—and chuckled. Her voice was like silk dipped in honey and poison.
“You fall as gracefully as you run,” she purred, sitting down heavily on her haunches, her stomach sloshing as she settled. Her thick tail swept behind her like a serpent waiting to strike.
“Why not just stay down, pretty flower? It'll be easier for both of us.”
Nyxara growled and made to leap away again—only to be stopped mid-motion by an invisible wall. She smacked hard into the air with a grunt and staggered back, dazed.
A shimmering pink glow pulsed around her, outlining a psychic barrier now surrounding her completely.
“You—” she hissed through her teeth, panting heavily as sweat matted her fur. “You with the Baxcalibur Guild? Here to drag me to their filthy cells?”
Violet tilted her head. Then… she smirked wider than before.
“Me? Oh no, dear. I don’t care about your bounty,” she said with a playful lilt. “I’m not with anyone. I’m just hungry.”
She leaned back slightly, placing a paw on the crest of her bloated gut. Inside, something twitched—causing a faint lump to rise beneath the fur, then slowly sank back down. Violet hummed in satisfaction.
“And you're the next dish on my menu.” The eeveelution smiled casually. “You’re not a criminal to me. You’re calories.”
Nyxara’s claws extended instinctively as she backed up until her tail touched the inside of the barrier. Her body trembled—not just from pain, but from rage.
“You think I’ll go down easy?” she snarled, voice raspier now. “Try me, glutton.”
Violet rose slowly, licking her lips again with sultry delight.
“Oh, I hope you squirm,” she said, stepping forward with slow, calculated grace. “It makes digestion so much more… memorable.”
Her gut gurgled loudly in agreement, a wet, echoing churn that made Nyxara's ears twitch. Violet rubbed her belly affectionately, letting her psychic aura ripple around them both.
“Besides,” she added, eyes gleaming, “you’ll make such a cute little bulge.”
She rubbed her stomach in slow, almost maternal circles, as if comforting her current meals into complacency. The gurgles quieted briefly. The shifting bulges stilled. Her gaze never left Nyxara’s.
“Don’t worry,” she whispered with a smirk. “I adore Grass-types.”
Nyxara took a slow step back—just one. Her paw tightened on a seed pouch. She wouldn’t go down easily, not even now. Her pride wouldn’t allow it.
But she knew she was cornered.
And the Espeon knew it too.
“Stop right there,” the predator breathed, licking her lips one more time. “You're just where I want you…”
The moment Violet’s paw touched the forest floor, Nyxara struck.
She yanked a thorned seed from her belt pouch, clenched her fangs, and hurled it with her good arm, vines surging with green energy. The air shimmered as the Seed Bomb spiraled toward the Espeon, humming with explosive power.
“You want a meal?” Nyxara hissed. “Choke on this!”
But Violet didn’t even flinch.
She lifted a paw with theatrical grace, eyes flashing with deep violet light. A swirling mass of dark psychic energy began to pulse in front of her—small at first, then growing, crackling like a storm condensed into a sphere.
“How quaint,” she said softly.
She released it. The Shadow Ball surged forward like a comet.
The two projectiles met mid-air with a sharp CRACK, but the Seed Bomb was obliterated in an instant. Fragments of leaf and dust exploded in every direction as the Shadow Ball tore through, still intact, forcing Nyxara’s eyes wide.
“What—?!”
She dove to the side, rolling awkwardly in the dirt just as the Shadow Ball shredded through the space she'd been in a moment before, leaving a smoldering crater in the forest floor.
Nyxara landed hard, coughing, her claws digging into the earth. Her breath came in ragged gasps now. She could feel her limbs starting to shake—legs trembling, every joint screaming in protest.
“Tch… how… how is she this strong?” she muttered, staring up at the Espeon.
Violet stood tall and relaxed in the middle of the ruined glade, unbothered, tail swaying in slow arcs behind her. Her stomach let out another loud gurgle, as if congratulating her, the bulges within slowly undulating as her last prey shifted weakly inside.
She brought a paw to her cheek, her eyes sparkling with mocking concern.
“Oh my. Was that your strongest move? Because that was precious.”
Nyxara growled, trying to rise, but her knees buckled slightly before she steadied herself again. Her body screamed for rest, but her pride refused to yield.
“I’m not done,” she spat.
Violet chuckled and took a few slow steps forward, hips swaying, belly jostling and sloshing with every motion.
“Darling,” she said, voice silky with cruel amusement, “how long are you going to keep resisting?”
Her head tilted with playful curiosity, and she licked her lips again—slowly. The sound of her tongue dragging over her muzzle was audible even at a distance.
“You’re already limping. You’re wounded. You’re exhausted. And let’s be honest… A green, pudgy little Grass-type like you?” Her eyes flicked over Nyxara’s curvy frame with predatory satisfaction. “You were never going to beat an experienced predator like me.”
Nyxara’s ears flattened as she tried not to take a shaky step back. She gritted her teeth, tail twitching with pent-up fury.
“I’m not your food,” she hissed. “I’m not prey.”
Violet’s stomach groaned again—louder this time. She pressed her paw gently to its side as another lump slowly rose and sank, swallowed by the churning mass.
“Oh, but you are,” she said warmly. “You just haven’t accepted it yet.”
Nyxara’s vision blurred. Her limbs trembled beneath her, her lungs burned with every breath. But in her heart, she still had fire.
“I won’t let it end like this…”
With a low growl, the Floragato surged forward, claws glowing with energy. She poured the last of her strength into one final, reckless charge, leaping toward Violet with a fierce snarl. Her injured leg screamed in protest, but she didn’t care—not now.
“RAAAHH—!!”
Violet’s ears twitched. Her smile widened.
She didn’t move.
She didn’t flinch.
She just chuckled.
Her eyes glowed deep violet.
Nyxara froze mid-air, as if slammed into an invisible wall. The energy left her limbs as her body stiffened under the pressure of the psychic grip.
“Oh, sweet thing…” Violet purred, voice as soft as velvet. “You’re so cute when you try.”
With a flick of her paw, she released her psychic grip just long enough to move—swaying her hips with sensual confidence, her tail flicking. Then, in a sudden motion, she spun and brought her plump thigh crashing into Nyxara like a whip.
WHAM!
“UNGH—!!”
Nyxara was launched backward like a ragdoll, crashing into the invisible psychic barrier with a loud, sickening thud. Her body crumpled against the shimmering wall and then dropped limply to the ground, the breath knocked from her lungs.
She lay there for a few seconds, twitching. Her breath came in short, gasping bursts. Blood trickled down her lip.
Still… she moved. Her paws pressed weakly to the dirt.
Slowly… painfully… she rose to her feet.
Her body was bent. Shaking. But her eyes still burned with defiance.
“Y-you’ll… h-have to… do better than that…” she rasped, barely able to stand.
Violet’s eyes lit up again, sparkling with cruel delight. Her voice came like a lullaby, but cold and hungry.
“I hope you struggle like this on the way down, dear.” She licked her lips in a playful way, “because you make this so fun.”
She lifted a paw to her temple.
“But let’s wrap this up.”
The forest lit up with a sudden pulse of power—violet light flaring around Violet’s body as the air warped with pressure.
“Psyshock.”
The words barely left her lips when a blast of pure psychic force erupted toward Nyxara. The impact was instant.
BOOM.
The earth shook. A shockwave split the trees. Smoke exploded outward in a thick, blinding cloud, swallowing the entire glade in an unnatural fog of violet-tinted haze. The barrier shimmered violently with the impact.
For a long moment… silence.
Then—movement.
The smoke parted just slightly… revealing Nyxara, her body motionless, collapsed in the dirt. Her limbs sprawled. Her breathing shallow. Her eyes barely open.
Defeated.
Violet approached slowly, each step deliberate. Her glowing eyes never left the fallen Floragato. She smiled softly—triumphantly.
“Mmm… you resisted a lot,” she whispered. “Let’s see if you taste half as good as you fight…”
The air shimmered with psychic tension. Dust still clung to the aftermath of the Psyshock blast, but Violet’s mind cut through it like a blade through silk.
With a delicate motion of her paw, she raised Nyxara from the dirt, her body surrounded in a soft pink aura. The Floragato groaned weakly, her limbs limp, head tilted downward—but her eyes, sharp as ever, were still locked onto her captor.
“Still glaring at me,” Violet said with a musical laugh. “I like that.”
She brought Nyxara slowly closer, lifting her until they were at eye level, mere inches apart. The Floragato’s body dangled in the telekinetic grip, her legs slack, blood still matting her shoulder fur—but her pink eyes burned with defiance.
Violet’s grin widened.
“You’re adorable when you're helpless.”
With a soft sigh, the Espeon sat down, shifting her weight onto her plush haunches. Her tail wagged slowly behind her like a pendulum—content, playful, and full of anticipation. Her round, gurgling stomach let out a pleased rumble, as if preparing for its next meal.
Nyxara flinched slightly as Violet leaned in close.
Her breath was warm—humid, soft, and scented faintly of the forest and something far more intimate. It washed over Nyxara’s face and chest, and despite her pride, the Floragato shivered, her body trembling in the psychic hold.
“Mm-mm… I wonder…” Violet mused aloud, licking her lips slowly. “Do you taste as good as you look?”
She didn't wait for an answer.
Her tongue slid out—long and velvety, pink and glistening—and she leaned forward.
With aching slowness, she dragged her tongue up Nyxara’s body, starting at her waist. The thick, wet surface slid smoothly over her chest, her shoulder, her cheek, and finally traced across one ear, leaving a visible trail of saliva glistening in its wake.
Nyxara hissed softly through her teeth, jerking instinctively—but she couldn’t move. Her claws twitched. Her tail coiled weakly.
Violet pulled back, smacking her lips with exaggerated delight.
“Oh~... Now that,” she said, eyes half-lidded, “was so much better than I expected.”
She rubbed her own belly in small, circular motions, tail flicking excitedly behind her. Another gurgle bubbled up from within.
“Sweet. Earthy. A little tangy from all that sweat and blood… You’re going to go down so smoothly, little flower.”
Nyxara's breathing hitched. Her glare hadn't wavered… but her body had. She was trembling all over now—not just from fear or cold—but the slow, inevitable realization that she was seconds away from becoming part of Violet’s already full belly.
Violet's soft giggle echoed through the clearing like a lullaby laced with venom. Her warm breath was hot against Nyxara’s face, and the faint tremble of the psychic hold let her know that the Espeon was savoring every second. Her jaws began to part, slow and dramatic, her tongue twitching eagerly.
“Mmmh… Hope you’re ready, little morsel,” she purred. “Because I’m going to take my sweet time with you.”
Her maw opened wider. Threads of saliva stretched between her jaws, thick and glistening, like syrupy glue. Violet leaned in, the psychic grip still firm—her nose brushed against Nyxara’s forehead as she angled her jaws to begin the slow, indulgent swallow.
Nyxara squirmed in place, gritting her teeth. The scent of the Espeon's maw—hot, wet, and tinged with the bitter scent of stomach acids—made her stomach twist. Her ears flicked at the wet sound of the Espeon’s eager tongue twitching behind those parting jaws.
But inside that crushing hold, something still burned. A spark. A roar.
“No,” Nyxara growled under her breath. “I’m not your food.”
With a snarl, Nyxara focused. Her claws twitched. Muscles flared. And with a desperate surge of pure willpower, she tore her right arm free from the psychic hold.
“HYAAAH—!”
Her claws glowed with dark energy—Shadow Claw ignited in a flash of obsidian light—and she slashed upward, directly across Violet’s smug, beautiful face.
“AAAAH—!”
Violet let out a shriek as the blow connected, staggering back with a hiss. The cut traced across her cheek and muzzle, shallow but stinging, and deep enough to snap her fully out of her indulgent daze. Blood didn’t pour—but the shock was worse than any wound.
She clutched her face with a paw, her expression twisting into rage.
“You wicked little…!” she hissed, tail lashing furiously behind her. “You’re going to regret that!”
Her body trembled in outrage, and the elegant playfulness from before was gone. Her jaw clenched. Her ears flattened. The pink psychic aura that had enveloped Nyxara vanished with a harsh snap, and the Floragato fell to the dirt with a soft grunt, landing hard on her haunches.
Nyxara coughed and gasped for air, her shoulder still throbbing, her limbs aching. But her heart was roaring in her chest.
“You’re not the first predator who’s tried to eat me,” she spat, dragging herself up. “But you’re sure as hell going to wish you’d been the last.”
Her paw sparked.
Crackling arcs of yellow energy coursed over her fur as she activated Thunder Punch, lightning surging down her arm. Her body shimmered, and her Protean ability flared—her very essence shifting.
The green and earthy scent around her vanished.
Now, she crackled with the raw power of an Electric-type.
“Let’s see how you handle prey that bites back!” she shouted, dashing forward with renewed adrenaline.
But Violet was already moving.
Her rage sharpened her instincts. No longer playing. No more teasing.
“You insolent brat!” she snarled.
Her paws struck the ground—and with a flash of light, she burrowed downward, vanishing in a blink.
Dig.
Nyxara skidded to a stop, claws digging into the earth.
“Coward!” she growled, eyes darting, ears twitching frantically. “You scared now that your food has claws?! Come on!”
The ground was quiet. Too quiet. The leaves around the barrier rustled gently. A tense silence fell over the glade, interrupted only by the distant, angry churn of Violet’s stomach and the crackle of Nyxara’s lightning-charged fist.
She crouched low, shoulder still bleeding, body aching—but her spirit reignited, her pulse thunderous.
“Come out and fight me, Espeon!” she roared. “Or did I hit you too hard for your pretty face to handle?!”
Somewhere below her… the ground shifted.
Nyxara crouched low, sparks arcing from her paw. Her claws buzzed with electrical fury, and her breathing came in shallow, determined gasps. The forest had gone eerily silent again, the wind holding its breath. Her ears twitched in every direction, trying to pinpoint movement. She could feel the rumble beneath the ground, but not where.
“Where are you…?” she muttered through her teeth.
Then—too late.
The dirt directly beneath her erupted, a geyser of soil and grass exploding upward as Violet launched herself up from underground with terrifying force. Her eyes glowed fiercely. Her fangs were bared. And her paw, cloaked in rock-splitting energy, connected squarely with Nyxara’s chest.
“SURPRISE~!”
CRACK!
“AAGHH—!”
The impact sent an electric-type Nyxara flying backwards, her back arcing as the super-effective Dig tore through her already injured frame. She crashed onto the ground with a hard thud, kicking up a cloud of dust and grass. Her limbs sprawled. Her jaw clenched shut to bite back a scream.
Violet landed gracefully, fur streaked with dirt, but she didn’t even bother brushing it off. Her tail lashed and her fur bristled with predatory glee as she slowly approached the fallen Floragato.
“Tsk tsk, poor little sparkplug,” she taunted, licking her teeth. “You changed your type and still walked right into the ground… It’s almost like you’re trying to lose.”
Nyxara tried to rise, only to find herself shadowed by the large Espeon looming above her, standing tall on her hind legs. Her full, rounded belly swayed slightly with the motion, a low gurgle echoing beneath her ribs as it digested her earlier victims.
“But don’t worry,” Violet added in a tone almost too sweet,“you’ll be joining them soon enough.”
She raised a paw charged with Rock Smash, aiming directly for Nyxara’s chest—but the Floragato’s instincts roared.
“NOT YET!”
She rolled with a desperate spin to the side, narrowly evading the crushing blow. The psychic-charged paw slammed into the dirt, leaving a spiderweb of cracks where Nyxara’s ribs had just been.
Nyxara pushed back with her good leg, increasing the distance, heart pounding in her ears.
“You hit hard,” she panted, wiping blood from her lip, “but you’re not the only one who can adapt.”
With a surge of green energy, she launched forward in a spinning motion—U-turn ignited around her as her body shimmered again. The electricity faded from her fur, replaced with a buzzing aura of Bug-type energy.
“Let’s see you digest this!”
She collided with Violet mid-stride.
But the Espeon had already shifted her stance. With elegant poise, she rose to her hind legs, letting her plump, gurgling gut absorb the attack head-on.
THUMP.
Nyxara bounced off Violet’s soft belly with a surprised grunt, her momentum killed like she’d hit a gelatinous wall.
“Oof—!”
Violet exhaled sharply at the impact, but instead of grunting in pain, she laughed—a low, sultry chuckle.
“Oh no~ You just bounced off my belly, little bug,” she teased, patting her middle as it sloshed. “You should know by now: you can’t hurt me with half-measures.”
Nyxara was mid-air, trying to reorient herself, when Violet’s eyes pulsed with gem-like intensity.
“Catch, sweetheart.”
A shimmering beam of crystalline energy erupted from Violet’s forehead—Power Gem—glittering shards of solid light exploding toward Nyxara with pinpoint precision.
KRACK!
“Nnnhh—!” Nyxara cried out as the blast caught her square in the chest, slamming her backward through the air. The blast singed her fur and left her tumbling head over heels across the forest floor.
She crashed into a low stone and crumpled beside a tree root, her limbs twitching weakly.
Violet lowered her paw and took a slow breath, approaching again with the elegance of a predator satisfied—but not yet sated.
“You’re persistent,” she admitted, with a tilt of her head. “I’ll give you that.”
Her voice lowered.
“But every time you fight back, you just season yourself more.”
Nyxara’s chest heaved. Her limbs trembled, but she wasn’t done. Not yet.
Through blurred vision and the ringing in her ears, she could see Violet slowly advancing again—swaying her hips with confidence, belly groaning lowly beneath her, eyes gleaming with that infuriating predator's calm.
“You look tired, flower,” Violet said sweetly, with mock concern. “Why don’t you stop flailing and go down soft? You’ll be warm, I promise.”
Nyxara’s claws curled. Her eyes narrowed.
“Keep talking,” she growled. “I’m not done making you hurt.”
Then she dipped her paw into the earth beside her and slammed it forward, flinging a burst of wet dirt and grime directly at Violet’s face.
SPLAT!
“Agh—!” Violet yelped, staggering back a step, her smug expression vanishing in an instant.
Mud-Slap hit true.
The thick, gritty mixture clung to her eyes and muzzle, dripping down her face. She snarled in frustration and stumbled back, pawing at her face like a feline dunked in water.
“Ugh—you little weed!” The Espeon hissed. How dare you?!”
Nyxara used the moment to shift her typing once more. Her body shimmered again with mystical pink energy as her Protean ability switched her essence to Fairy-type.
“Try and hit me now,” she whispered under her breath, pushing herself forward, “let’s see how you handle this…”
Her claws glowed with shimmering pink light, her body lunging forward in a low tackle—Play Rough charged and aimed straight for Violet’s core.
But Violet… didn’t need to see.
Despite her cursing and wiping her face, her tail suddenly stiffened behind her—glowing white-silver like a blade forged of moonlight and steel.
Her ears twitched once.
“I don’t need my eyes to crush you.”
WHACK!
The Iron Tail came from below in a swift, brutal arc, slamming into Nyxara’s midsection just before she could land her strike. The move struck with pinpoint accuracy—guided by Violet’s psychic awareness, her innate battle sense honed sharp as a dagger.
“NNGH—AAH!!”
The wind was knocked out of Nyxara. Her eyes widened, mouth agape, as her limbs went limp from the sheer force of the impact. The world spun. She soared through the air like a broken doll and crashed into a thick tree trunk with a painful crack, collapsing at its base.
She groaned, barely able to move.
Violet took a moment, finally clearing her eyes. With deliberate care, she wiped away the last of the mud with her paws, blinking as her vision returned.
“Tch…” she muttered, brushing mud from her fur. “That was a dirty trick. Literally.”
Then she glanced down at her cheek—the scratch from earlier, Shadow Claw’s mark, still faint but visible.
Her paw traced over it slowly.
Then, a wicked grin curled across her face.
“You know,” she said, licking her lips again, “my kind are famous for being powerful special attackers.”
She stood tall again, tail flicking with pride.
“But I didn’t spend years training just to spam Psybeam like some back-alley psychic. I’ve evolved, darling. Learned to fight with claws, fangs, muscle.”
Her paw clenched. Her eyes narrowed.
“And now that you’ve pushed me? You’re going to feel every single move I’ve mastered.”
She stepped forward, slow and deliberate, her pudgy gut swaying gently, gurgling with the promise of more.
“Let’s see how much more you can take… before I finish what I started.”
Nyxara’s body trembled at the base of the tree, every breath shallow, ragged. Her muscles screamed with every movement. Pain radiated through her side from where the Iron Tail struck. But as she saw Violet approaching—tail flicking, smirking like a queen already savoring her throne—her instincts flared again.
“Not… finished…” she growled, dragging her body up on one knee, hiding her claws behind her forearm.
Violet was mid-step, still grinning down at her.
“Aw, still moving?” she purred. “I’ll give you points for stamina, dear—”
“SHUT UP!”
Nyxara struck.
Sucker Punch exploded forward in a blur of dark energy, her claws shooting up in a rising arc—slamming directly into Violet’s face, wiping the smug look clean from her expression.
“UNGH—!”
The Espeon’s head turned slightly from the impact, her ears twitching from the jolt. But she didn’t fall. She didn’t stagger. She simply blinked… then slowly turned her face back toward Nyxara.
“…That was cute,” she said softly, her eyes glowing with new amusement. “But I’ve taken worse from a pillow.”
Nyxara’s eyes widened. Her type change—she was Dark now, vulnerable.
Too late.
Violet’s paw reached forward and grasped her cheek gently, claws gliding just under the fur as her lips pressed to Nyxara’s forehead.
“Draining Kiss.”
Energy flared.
A bright pink glow surrounded them as Violet’s fangs nipped just slightly, magic leeching from Nyxara’s very body. The Floragato groaned, shuddering as her strength bled out of her, her wounds worsening—while Violet purred softly, her form shimmering with recovered vitality.
“Mmmmmm…” she sighed as she pulled away, lips still tingling. “Delicious. You taste even better when you're weak.”
The scratch on her face from Shadow Claw faded slightly. Her posture straightened. She gave a deep, content exhale as the power surged back into her.
Nyxara grit her teeth.
“I’m not… done yet—!”
With a growl, she twisted into a low spin, her leg sweeping forward—Low Sweep targeting Violet’s lower stance.
But Violet was ready.
Her body moved with dancer-like grace, her belly swaying as she leapt straight into the air, soaring above the arc of the attack.
“Tried that once already, darling,” she called out mid-air with a smug grin. “Let me show you how it’s really done.”
Then she dropped.
Her lithe, muscular frame curled mid-leap and landed directly on top of Nyxara, legs extended—crushing her beneath her full weight. The impact was thunderous, sending a thick cloud of dust and broken leaves outward in every direction.
THUMP!
“Nnnggh—Ghhkk…!”
Nyxara let out a strained gasp, her body pinned beneath Violet’s full rear and belly, the weight pressing into her chest and stomach. She writhed, trying to shift—but Violet didn’t budge.
The Espeon exhaled peacefully, like she had just settled into a soft cushion. Her tail flicked once, happily.
“Ohhh yes~ That’s nice,” she sighed. “Warm, soft, and struggling just enough to keep me entertained.”
Nyxara groaned, arms pushing up against Violet’s thighs and belly, her claws digging into the soft fur—but she couldn’t move her. Not even a little.
“G-get off me…!” she rasped, straining.
Violet arched her back slightly and leaned down, licking the back of Nyxara’s foreleg with her soft, wet tongue. Her breath was warm again—intimate.
“No.”
Then she paused.
Her belly—now pressing hard into Nyxara’s lower ribs—gurgled. Wet, churning sounds echoed from within. If Nyxara listened closely… there were voices. Muffled cries. Twisting motions.
Violet smirked when she felt Nyxara tense beneath her.
“Oh, that?” she cooed. “Just the last few who thought they were too strong to be eaten.” “You’ll be joining their conversation soon.”
She gently rocked her hips, letting her belly shift on top of her prey—taunting her, smothering her under the full curve of her power.
“You fought well, flower… But it’s time to stop pretending you’re not food.”
The weight on Nyxara’s chest made it almost impossible to breathe. Violet had settled like a queen atop a defeated opponent, perfectly relaxed, perfectly pleased. Her tail lazily flicked over Nyxara’s face now and then, teasing. The soft squelch of her digesting gut, hot and round and pressed up against her, filled the air with a perverse intimacy.
And then… Violet purred.
Not mockingly. Not sarcastically. Genuinely, deeply, like a feline in absolute bliss.
“Mmmh… I always wonder,” she mused aloud, her tone thoughtful as her paw traced small circles on her belly. “What does it feel like… to be the one inside?”
Nyxara grunted beneath her, arms pinned to her sides by Violet’s thick thighs, breath ragged from the sheer weight crushing her hips and gut.
“You’d… find out… if someone ever got the better of you,” she hissed, still defiant.
Violet laughed. It was a silken, velvety laugh—the kind that said I don’t believe you, but I love your spirit.
“No,” she cooed, tail flicking over Nyxara’s face once more. “I’ll never know. I’m a predator. A big, proud, and very hungry predator.”
She leaned forward slightly, swaying her hips where she sat, her belly pressing harder into Nyxara’s thighs and waist, drawing another strained grunt from the Floragato.
“I eat to survive. To grow. To stay strong.” The psychic-type smirked. “And you, cutie… well—”
She looked down at Nyxara, who squirmed uselessly under her.
“You’re just the next bite.”
With deliberate motion, Violet rose to her full height, stretching like a content cat after a long nap. Her belly hung low, taut and softly swaying, its gurgling just audible over the rustle of leaves.
For a brief moment, Nyxara gasped in relief as the pressure on her chest lifted.
But then—
WHUMP.
Violet spun on her paws and sat down heavily, this time on Nyxara’s lower half, her full plush weight crashing onto the Floragato’s legs and hips like a velvet boulder. Nyxara arched her back in pain.
“Gghhh—agh!”
“Mmmh, there we go~” Violet cooed, tail wrapping loosely around Nyxara’s thigh like a ribbon. “Better position, don’t you think?”
The Espeon placed both paws gently atop her belly and began to rub it in slow, rhythmic motions, her claws occasionally tracing through her own fur.
Her stomach answered with a low groan, wet and heavy.
Then—movement.
From inside her gut, two faint bulges began pushing at the walls. One was smaller and pudgy, the other wiry with fluttering limbs. The outlines pressed against her stomach walls, barely visible through the stretched fur and flesh.
“Uuugh, it’s so hot in here!” a muffled, high-pitched voice squeaked.
“Let us out! I can’t move my wings—! I think I touched your liver again!” came another panicked chirp.
Nyxara blinked, trying to place the sounds.
Violet giggled, rubbing harder in slow circles.
“Oh, those two?” she purred, looking down at her belly with amused fondness. “That’s just Skwovet and Rookidee. They were trying to steal berries from my stash.”
The bulges pushed again, clearly squirming for space.
“You’re digesting us! This is illegal!!” the Skwovet shouted from inside, voice muffled by belly walls and acid.
“I can still hear the forest! Someone’s out there—help!” Rookidee cried, wings thumping weakly.
Violet’s expression shifted into a dramatic pout.
“So loud, aren’t they?”
Then—with wicked glee—she lifted both forepaws and gave her belly a playful double slap.
SPLORCH.
The stomach sloshed violently, slapping against her thighs as the inner bulges disappeared beneath the surface with wet gurgling glorps. The forest went quiet again, save for the steady churn of Violet’s gut settling.
She sighed, patting it affectionately.
“There. That’s better.”
Her gaze dropped back to Nyxara, still pinned, panting, her arms straining to push at the Espeon’s massive form to no avail.
Violet smirked.
“They were fidgety at first too,” she whispered, leaning slightly back to increase the pressure on Nyxara’s hips.
“But they’re softening up. And you?” She purred again, her tail curling around Nyxara’s thigh.
“You’ll be the main course.”
Violet’s deep purring didn’t stop as she adjusted her seated posture, tail coiled around her own ankle, her plush rear comfortably nestled in the dirt where she’d been enjoying Nyxara’s resistance for far too long.
Her massive belly still churned beneath her paws, but now her gaze was entirely—hungrily—fixed on the green Floragato pinned beneath her.
“Mmh… all that struggling… all that fire…” she murmured, voice barely above a whisper. “And yet, here we are.”
Her eyes began to glow again, that signature pink psychic shimmer returning to her irises.
Nyxara tried to resist, claws digging into the earth as her body tensed—but it was futile.
The psychic grip was back.
Violet lifted her effortlessly, as if she weighed nothing, the Floragato floating inches off the ground, her limbs twitching but unable to break free. She was rotated mid-air, facing Violet directly.
The Espeon didn’t move from her seated position. She simply watched her prey hover, rotating her slowly, savoring the view from every angle.
“You really are something,” Violet whispered, leaning forward to sniff.
Her nose pressed gently against Nyxara’s belly, inhaling deeply.
“Mmmmhh…”
Her eyes fluttered slightly.
“Sweat, blood… leaves and berries… and something so uniquely you.” Her words carried a maternal tone.“No wonder I’ve waited this long—I wanted to taste you properly.”
She drew back, her breathing now noticeably heavier, the corners of her lips slick with anticipation.
A line of drool slipped down one side of her mouth.
“Why am I even controlling myself?” she said aloud, licking her upper lip. “I could swallow you whole. Right now. One gulp. You wouldn’t even touch the sides.”
But she didn’t.
Not yet.
Instead, she gave a gentle flick of her paw and spun Nyxara slowly in the air, turning her around—until the Floragato was hovering with her feet pointed toward Violet, body horizontal, belly slightly exposed.
Violet’s breath hitched.
Her ears twitched. Her mouth opened slightly, and more drool began to collect at the corners.
Nyxara, still caught in the psychic grip, shivered as the first gust of warm, damp air washed over her exposed legs and belly.
“N-no…!” she hissed, eyes wide, trying to twist. “Don’t…!”
Violet didn’t respond with words.
She leaned in.
Her breath caressed Nyxara’s paws, toes, calves. Hot. Slow. Humid.
The Floragato’s fur bristled with every exhale. Her body trembled involuntarily.
Violet’s tongue slid from her mouth in anticipation, twitching slightly.
“Mmmm… you’re trembling,” she cooed, her voice dipped in delight. “Is it fear? Or excitement? Or both?”
She opened her maw wide now, slow and indulgent—long threads of saliva stretching between her upper and lower jaws, quivering from the forest air.
“Time to find out.”
Her lips descended—soft, wet, and impossibly warm—toward Nyxara’s feet.
The big cat’s tongue lolled lazily as her lips parted fully, hot breath rolling over Nyxara’s trembling paws. Her mouth glimmered with saliva, glistening pink and wet under the forest light. Her jaws flexed wider with anticipation, and her eyes narrowed in pleasure.
“Mmmm… now, let’s enjoy this together.”
She lowered her head, letting her tongue lap once over Nyxara’s soles. The taste hit her instantly—warm, earthy, electric with stress. Her fur bristled with a purr.
But now came the real fun.
With a soft mental flick, she released her psychic grip.
Nyxara dropped.
The moment her body fell, panic erupted through her like wildfire. Gravity took hold, and she slid straight into Violet’s mouth—feet-first.
“NO—!”
Her legs vanished into the hot, dripping maw, soft wet muscle pressing against her calves. Her fur was instantly soaked in saliva, and a blast of humid air rushed up from Violet’s throat, carrying the sickening scent of half-digested berries, squashed fur, and stomach acid.
She kicked violently, twisting her torso, trying to grab at the Espeon’s snout, her claws scraping against damp fur.
“Let me go! STOP!”
But the Espeon only moaned in delight.
Violet let her prey flail.
Her tongue curled lovingly around Nyxara’s thighs, guiding her slowly inward, allowing the friction of her soft palate and hot breath to break down any remaining resistance.
“Mmh… struggle more,” she whispered between breaths, “I want to feel every squirm.”
She made no move to swallow—not yet. She simply kept her maw wide open, letting the smaller cat slide in inch by inch, hips brushing her tongue, tail twitching between her teeth.
Nyxara was soaked. From her ankles to her stomach, Nyxara was drenched in Violet’s saliva. Her heart pounded in her chest like it was trying to escape before she did. Her claws raked against Violet’s canines, seeking grip, purchase—anything.
“No no no—come on—!”
She thrashed, one paw reaching out of the maw to grab the air, limbs trembling, but Violet tilted her head slightly, and gravity betrayed her again.
Her hips slipped in. Her tail was pulled behind her like a ribbon.
Now, the real descent began.
With a languid sigh of pleasure, Violet closed her jaws slightly, sealing her lips just beneath Nyxara’s belly, though she left her head, chest, and one paw exposed.
Inside her throat, she began to pulse and contract in waves—slick and rhythmic, her powerful muscles slowly drawing her meal deeper.
“You’re such a perfect fit,” she hummed, breath warm against Nyxara’s face. “You taste like everything I hoped… and more.”
She opened her mouth again—letting the air cool her tongue—just to watch the horror in the grass-type’s eyes.
“Still think you’re going to claw your way out?”
Her body was sliding, inch by inch, into a tight, crushing tunnel of muscle. She could feel her legs already folding into a wet chamber, the oppressive heat of Violet’s stomach wrapping around her feet, bubbling and churning.
“No—please—!”
She punched upward, striking Violet’s nose, but her strength was fading.
The muscles around her waist squeezed, and she felt the wet inner flesh gripping her like a living glove, pulling her down slowly, lovingly.
She tried to dig her claws into Violet’s tongue, into the roof of her mouth—but every surface was slippery, yielding, and so warm.
“I’m not food… I’m not food…!” she hissed, voice cracking.
But she could already hear the muffled voices below her, still echoing from within the Espeon’s belly—Skwovet and Rookidee, whimpering from deep inside.
She chuckled, her throat vibrating gently around Nyxara’s midsection.
“You are food,” she whispered with satisfaction. “You’re halfway there already.”
Then she began to swallow.
One deep, wet glrk.
Nyxara's belly and chest sank past her tongue, her head still out in the forest air—only just.
Violet tilted her head back slightly, savoring the feeling of the tight squirming mass inching down her gullet.
“Let’s make this moment last…”
The psychic cat's tongue pressed gently against the base of Nyxara’s spine, mouthing her slowly, dragging her damp body deeper between warm, slick walls. Her lips flexed again and again over Nyxara’s shoulders, gently nibbling, not to hurt—but to tease.
She let out a low, throaty giggle, her whole body vibrating with a satisfied purr. Her paws moved with feline grace, and she raised one now to playfully push her prey’s back, urging her in with a deliberate but gentle force.
“So much spirit,” she mused, breath warm over the fur she was now tasting for the final time. “Even now, you’re trying to stop me.”
The Floragato was already buried chest-deep in Violet’s throat, slick muscle hugging her in rhythmic, constricting waves. The esophagus wasn’t tight like a noose, but firm, fleshy and alive, guiding her in like she belonged there.
She kicked.
Squirmed.
Pressed her feet against the inside walls, arms shaking as she threw them wide, pressing hard against Violet’s teeth and gums, desperate to stay out.
“Not yet—not like this!”
Her claws scraped wet enamel.
Her body tensed—fully extended—halting her descent.
For a heartbeat, she actually succeeded.
“I can fight it… I can—”
Violet blinked slowly, as if almost impressed.
“Mmmmh. You’re making this delicious.”
She closed her jaws.
A soft click.
The forest light vanished.
“No… no—!”
Everything turned dark. Nyxara’s paws pressed now against soft, wet flesh. No more open air. No more options. The only thing that greeted her was the heat, the slippery pressure, and the sound of Violet’s heartbeat.
Then—the gulps began.
GLRRK.
Her arms were sucked inward.
GLRRK.
Her shoulders slipped past Violet’s tongue.
GLK—GLLLP.
Every swallow dragged her deeper.
“This can’t be happening,” the green cat whimpered, her voice small and lost in the tight tunnel.
The walls squeezed, gently pulsing, massaging her downward. She felt the world narrow until her body could barely move, her form pushed into a fetal curl.
And still—she fought. Paws out, claws scraping.
But nothing slowed her descent.
The Espeon traced the bulge in her neck with one paw, letting it slide slowly downward with each swallow. Her smirk deepened as her prey moved under her fur inch by inch.
“There she goes~” she whispered, “almost home.”
The bulge reached her chest.
Then her ribs.
Then…
THUD.
Nyxara landed in her belly with a muffled squelch. The Espeon’s middle expanded slightly, wobbling before bouncing softly, shifting side to side before gradually settling into its new, swollen shape.
She let out a long, satisfied breath and licked her lips—twice.
“Mmmmmm… perfect,” she purred.
Her belly groaned gently beneath her, the sound of churn and motion returning now with a fuller, deeper gurgle. Her forepaws patted her gut affectionately, feeling the pressure of curled limbs and panicked movement inside.
She leaned forward, letting her upper body relax above her forepaws, tail curling around her like a velvet ribbon. Her hips swayed once in contentment.
“You’re warm…” she whispered to the shape in her belly. “And you’re mine.”
She sighed.
A long, drawn-out hum escaped her throat—pleased, sated, and utterly at peace. Her ears flicked lazily, her body still.
The forest, once again, was quiet.
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