After eating Azurill and Marill, Nyxara is fighting their friend Azumarill who is desperate to save them before it is too late. However, the Meowscarada eats him as well, unable not to tease them. Enjoy!

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Nyxara’s eyes gleamed with playful malice as she faced the weary Azumarill, her posture relaxed but full of confidence. She crossed her forepaws in front of her chest, smirking as she arched a brow. “Is that… all you’ve got?” she asked teasingly, her voice light and dripping with mockery.

From deep within her pudgy belly, muffled voices wriggled and protested, accompanied by subtle bulges that danced along the curvature of her midsection. Nyxara’s tail flicked lazily, her gaze briefly flicking down at the movements inside before returning to the Azumarill.

“You better hurry,” she added, her tone sing-song but edged with amusement, patting her belly as if the message would travel to the prisoners. “Or your friends might… become permanent guests.” She gave a playful spin, letting her hips sway as she bowed gracefully to him, a low burp escaping her lips. She smirked and said with a teasing glance, “Don’t worry, I won’t excuse myself.”

The Azumarill’s ears twitched nervously, water droplets from its battle-sweat clinging to its fur, eyes widening as he realized just how little energy he had left—and how mischievously unstoppable Nyxara had become.

Her tail wagged lazily behind her as she waited, her pudgy frame swaying with each subtle gurgle from inside, clearly enjoying the tension as she toyed with her next meal.

Nyxara’s eyes glinted with mischief as she watched Azumarill, her pudgy frame relaxed yet full of latent energy. From within her belly, muffled cries and panicked yelps echoed alongside wet gurgles, the movements of Marill and Azurill causing subtle bulges to ripple along her rounded midsection. The warmth of her stomach pressed against them, the acidic tang of half-digested berries and stomach fluids making the confined space tight, smelly, and utterly squishy.

“Azumarill! Hurry, you’ve got to save us!” Marill’s voice was muffled, distorted by layers of saliva and stomach fluids. “It’s disgusting! So hot! So squishy! Please, make it stop!”

“Yeah… hurry! We can’t breathe in here!” Azurill cried, muffled sobs vibrating through Nyxara’s belly as the acidic air made each shallow breath a struggle.

Nyxara’s whiskers twitched in amusement. She leaned down slightly, patting the side of her plump belly with a forepaw. The slap sent a ripple through her middle, making the trapped Pokémon squeak in startled yelps as her gut bounced and sloshed before settling again. “Ahh… that’s perfect,” she purred, tail swishing lazily. “Don’t stop moving—it feels amazing. Every wiggle, every squirm…”

Inside, Marill’s hands scraped against the slick, warm stomach walls, fingers coated in viscous fluids, trying desperately to push against the flesh that hugged them like a relentless, hot cocoon. “Ah! It’s… it’s so tight!” he cried. “So wet! So gross!”

Azurill’s feet jabbed at the stomach lining, feeling the rhythmic pulse of Nyxara’s heartbeat vibrate through the wet, fleshy prison. “Marill… I don’t think we can get out!” he whimpered. “It’s… so hot… so smelly… I can’t—”

Nyxara chuckled, hearing their muffled panicked voices reverberate inside. She rubbed the side of her belly, the plump skin jiggling beneath her paw. “Hmm… Don’t overdo it, little Azumarill,” she teased, tilting her head. “Because soon… very soon… you’ll be just another squirming guest inside me.”

Azumarill gathered what energy it had left, trying to rise on shaky legs, determination burning in his eyes. “I… I won’t let you get away with this!” he shouted, water droplets from his damp fur flying as he planted its feet firmly on the ground, readying a counterattack.

Nyxara’s lips curled into a sly grin, her tail flicking with amusement. “Oh, don’t push yourself too hard,” she purred, voice dripping with mock concern. “Soon… you’ll be right where your friends are. Warm, squishy… completely mine.”

Inside, Marill’s limbs thrashed, legs and arms tangling in the slick, hot confines of her belly. “Azumarill… don’t let her win!” he gasped, muffled sobs vibrating through Nyxara’s gut. “We… we’re… we’re being digested!”

Azurill’s squeaks of panic joined the chorus. “It’s so… hot… I can’t move… the walls… they’re squeezing…”

Nyxara’s chuckle rumbled low and playful, her massive, pudgy belly rising and falling as she spoke. “Mmm… yes, yes… keep struggling. Every push, every kick… it makes me purr. Your panic… your little squeaks… it’s delicious to hear.”

The heat intensified inside her, the acidic tang of stomach fluids rising slowly, making each breath more labored. Bulges appeared and vanished across her round belly, muscles flexing in rhythmic pulses as she rubbed it lovingly. “Ahh… I hope you enjoy the ride… because you are already halfway to being permanent squishy fat inside me,” she teased, giving the trapped duo a final mocking smirk before shifting her weight to watch Azumarill’s futile counterattack.

Nyxara’s eyes glinted with delight as she began to sing in a playful, sing-song tone, her voice carrying over the riverbank with a teasing lilt. Each word was accentuated with her body language, hips swaying side to side in a rhythmic dance, tail wagging in time with the melody. She tapped her pudgy rump lightly with a forepaw, the impact sending subtle vibrations through her belly, making the trapped Marill and Azurill shift helplessly inside.

🎵 Oh Azumarill, so brave but so slow…
Your friends are squirming, inside me they go…
Struggle all you want, you can’t escape me…
Soon you’ll be mine, just wait and see… 🎵

She leaned forward slightly, pushing one eyelid down with a clawed finger, her gaze locking on the outer Azumarill as if to mock and hypnotize him. Her grin widened.

🎵 Marill and Azurill, so squishy, so tight…
Struggle all you want, it only feels right…
Your little tails thrash, your arms push and fight…
Inside me you’ll dance, all day and all night… 🎵

From within, muffled yelps and thuds echoed as Marill’s fists pounded weakly against the warm, damp walls of Nyxara’s stomach, trying to resist. “It’s… it’s… so squishy… can’t… breathe!” he groaned. Azurill whimpered beside him, limbs flailing helplessly in the thick fluids, “Help… Azumarill… please, make her stop!”

Nyxara chuckled, the vibrations of her laughter bouncing through her belly. She spun in a slow pirouette, tail tracing lazy arcs in the air, pressing her paw against her side and making her middle jiggle. “Oh, you’re so feisty… just as I hoped,” she sang, leaning close enough to brush the tip of her clawed finger against Azumarill’s cheek.

🎵 Oh, you’ll be inside me soon, a perfect little treat…
Move and struggle all you want, feel the heat…
Your friends are squirming, your time is near…
Inside me forever, have no fear… 🎵

Her hips swayed like a stage performer, tail wagging like a metronome, and she tapped her rump again with a playful thump. The bulges on her belly pulsed rhythmically with her movements, pressing Marill and Azurill from side to side. “Mmm… don’t stop struggling… it feels so good,” she murmured with a purr, letting the vibrations echo through her stomach.

Azumarill’s eyes widened, pupils dilating with frustration and fear as he struggled to prepare a counterattack, his tail thrashing. “Stop… messing with me… stop it!” he shouted, voice wavering.

Nyxara leaned down, tilting her head, and winked at him. “Oh, Azumarill… you love the show, don’t you?” she teased, voice dripping with mischief.

🎵 Dance all you want, struggle all you might…
Your friends are mine, and you’re next in line tonight…
You can’t escape me, no matter the fight…
Soon you’ll join them, in my belly so tight… 🎵

The trapped Pokémon yelped and thrashed, muffled cries echoing inside her belly as the acidic air pressed in, stomach walls flexing and nudging them roughly with each pulse. Her tail wagged behind her, hips swaying, and she tapped her rump again as if conducting the perfect performance, delighting in the chaos and helplessness she had orchestrated.

Azumarill gathered his remaining strength, water spiraling around his form as he launched himself forward in a powerful Aqua Jet. The attack connected with Nyxara’s midsection, forcing the Meowscarada to stumble back a step.

The impact sent a faint ripple through her body, and from within, there came startled muffled cries — a brief, instinctive reaction from those trapped by the sudden pressure. Nyxara’s eyes widened for just an instant, then her smirk returned, playful as ever. “Oh? That tickled,” she teased, brushing off the hit as if it were nothing more than a surprise tap.

Before Azumarill could recover from the rebound, Nyxara moved with feline speed. She reached forward, grabbing him firmly by the sides and pulling him closer. “Nice try,” she said with a grin that showed both amusement and confidence.

She leaned in slightly and exhaled with a loud, rumbling BRRRRAAAAAAAAPPPP right in Azumarill’s face. The startled water-type flinched and wobbled, blinking rapidly from the shock. Nyxara chuckled, unfazed. “Don’t excuse me,” she said slyly with a wink.

Crackling energy gathered around her paw. “But now it’s my turn.” With a swift movement, she struck him with a Thunder Punch, electricity arcing through the air as Azumarill was sent tumbling back, colliding with a nearby tree trunk before sliding down with a groan.

Nyxara straightened, flicking her paw to shake off residual sparks, her grin returning. “You’ll need more than that if you want to be the hero today,” she said, resting one paw on her hip as her tail swayed behind her.

Nyxara tilted her head slightly, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth as she watched the exhausted Azumarill try to steady himself. “Aww… is that really all you’ve got left?” she teased, her tone a purr of mock sympathy. She crossed her arms, eyes glinting with amusement as the water-type struggled to stand.

From her middle came the faint sounds of movement — muffled cries and the rhythmic thumping of tiny fists and feet pressing outward. For a moment, subtle bulges appeared and vanished along the gentle curve of her belly. Nyxara’s ears flicked, and she giggled softly. “Still trying to fight in there, are we?” she said in a sing-song tone.

Her paw lifted and she tapped each bulge with a clawed finger in an almost musical pattern, her tail swaying lazily behind her. “You should get comfortable, little ones,” she cooed, her voice both playful and confident. “You’re not getting out of there. You’re all mine now.”

From within came a chorus of desperate, muffled voices — high-pitched, frantic, echoing faintly through the layers of her body.

“Azumarill! Please—help us!” cried Marill, her tone trembling with panic. “It’s— it’s horrible in here! It’s hot and— and it won’t stop moving!”

“Let us out!” Azurill’s voice followed, smaller but no less desperate. “We don’t want to stay here!”

Inside, their world was an oppressive, shifting cavern of warmth and pressure. The air was heavy, dense with a humid scent that made every breath shallow and uneven. The walls around them flexed and rippled in slow, powerful waves, the fleshy surface glistening with a thin layer of viscous fluid that clung to their bodies. Each movement they made caused faint squelches and ripples that spread through the enclosing space, followed by low, almost musical gurgles that rumbled above and below them like distant thunder.

Marill pressed his paws against the slick, yielding surface, trying desperately to push outward, but it only responded by shifting back, enveloping his limbs in a warm, pulsing resistance. Azurill tried to kick, his small legs splashing weakly against the pooled liquid beneath them, sending faint ripples through the thick, lukewarm mixture that reached up to their waists. Each pulse of Nyxara’s breath made the walls contract gently, squeezing them closer together, and the noise outside — Nyxara’s calm, teasing voice — was distorted by layers of muscle and fluid, a haunting echo that reminded them how trapped they were.

The Meowscarada purred at their pleas, the sound low and melodic. “Oh, you sound so cute when you beg,” she said, half-lidded eyes glimmering with mischief. “But I’m afraid this story isn’t going your way.”

Azumarill, his body battered and bruised, pressed a paw against the ground and forced himself up with visible strain. “S-stop it…” he rasped, his voice hoarse but firm. “Let them go… NOW!”

Nyxara tilted her head thoughtfully, placing a paw under her chin as if she were actually considering his request. “Hmm… let them go?” she repeated softly, pretending to weigh the thought. For a fleeting moment, a faint smirk curled on her lips again. “Tempting. But no.”

With a flick of her paw, she dismissed the idea entirely. “They were good,” she said, her tone airy and unconcerned, “and they’re mine now.”

Her words were punctuated by a sudden, deep, resonant gurgle from her stomach — a sound so powerful it reverberated through the clearing. Nyxara’s eyes widened slightly at the sensation, a faint blush coloring her cheeks as she inhaled sharply and sighed with a soft, almost delighted hum.

“Mmm… that was intense,” she murmured, placing both paws on her middle and rubbing slow circles. “Seems they still have plenty of spirit.” Her grin returned, sly and self-assured. “I like that.”

Inside, Marill and Azurill were thrown slightly off balance by the movement, the walls undulating in response to the gentle kneading from outside. The space around them pulsed like a heartbeat, the sound of Nyxara’s voice vibrating through every surface — not words, but a rhythmic tremor that resonated through their bodies. They tried once more to cry out, their voices trembling, but the air felt thinner now, and the mixture around their feet seemed to rise just a little higher with every movement the feline made.

Azumarill watched in disbelief, fists clenched even as his strength waned. His breath came out ragged, but his eyes burned with determination. “I… I’m not done yet,” he muttered, trying to take a step forward. “I’ll… I’ll get them back… somehow.”

Nyxara chuckled softly, leaning slightly forward, her shadow falling over him. “Such courage,” she purred. “But courage alone won’t be enough to save them now.” Her tail flicked behind her like a metronome, calm and controlled. “Why don’t you rest, hero? You’ve earned it.”

The Meowscarada straightened again, brushing dust from her chest fur, the faintest hum rising from her throat — a tune half lullaby, half victory song. Around them, the forest was silent save for the fading echoes of her gurgling middle and Azumarill’s ragged breaths, the air heavy with tension and inevitability.

Nyxara snickered, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she unleashed a flurry of attacks—Sucker Punch, U-turn, Play Rough, Thunder Punch, Low Sweep, Triple Axel—each strike landing with precise force against Azumarill. The water-type staggered, barely able to counterattack, determination flickering in his eyes as he tried to rise again.

“You’re so predictable,” Nyxara purred, crossing her arms and flicking her tail slowly. “Honestly… not worth defeating with my Flower Trick.” Her voice carried that teasing, almost taunting tone she always wore, playful but firm.

She sauntered toward him, shaking her hips and patting her own gut, the movement subtly jostling Marill and Azurill, their small forms tumbling slightly as they struggled to regain balance. “Get comfortable, little ones,” she mused with a grin, her gaze set on Azumarill.

Azumarill’s ears drooped slightly, his face set in a swaying determination. “I… I won’t give up! I’ll save them!” he said, his voice strained, every syllable echoing his desperate hope.

Marill struggled, hopping anxiously as he called out, “Azurill! Stay calm! We have to think!” while Azurill, trembling, added, “We… we can’t let her win… we have to help him!”

Nyxara’s grin widened as she tilted her head, her claws lightly rapping against the ground in rhythm with her playful sighs. “Too slow, my dears,” she teased, leaning forward to press Azumarill gently with her paw, pinning him down but without causing harm, enough to assert her dominance. “You’re far too weak… but don’t worry, you’ll all be very useful. Heh, at least your friends will have company.”

She reached down and grasped Azumarill gently by the ears, lifting him until they were at eye level. “Look at you! So serious… so determined,” she purred, her eyes gleaming. “But the stronger the will, the more fun it is to tease.”

Azumarill strained against her grip, swaying slightly, trying to stand tall despite the weight of the situation. “I… I won’t let you… hurt them!” he insisted, his voice a mixture of desperation and resolve.

Marill’s small fists beat against the nearby soft surface she had trapped them on, squeaking, “We… we can’t let this happen! Hang on, Azumarill!”

Azurill whimpered, eyes wide, “This… this is terrifying! Please… there has to be a way out!”

Nyxara giggled, the sound melodic yet slightly teasing, as she rubbed her side. “Oh, don’t fret. I’m enjoying this far too much… your struggles, your faces, the way you try so hard. It’s all perfect.” She tapped Azumarill gently on the shoulder with a clawed finger, emphasizing her playful dominance. “And yes… I might even consider tasting him a bit later. You’ll all make quite the dish together.”

Every squirm, every desperate shout only seemed to amuse Nyxara more, her tail flicking in rhythm with their panicked movements. “So much effort… so much passion… just don’t tire yourselves out too soon,” she murmured with a teasing smirk.

Inside Nyxara, the stomach walls pressed and kneaded Marill and Azurill as they struggled, their small forms shifting and bumping against each other. Every desperate push and frantic kick caused the feline to purr softly, her claws gently patting her middle to push them back. “Mmm… you two are giving such a wonderful massage,” she murmured, her voice playful and teasing. “But now… I must deal with your friend. Be patient, he’ll keep you company very soon.”

Above them, Azumarill’s ears drooped as he faced her, trying to steady himself. Nyxara leaned forward, opening her mouth wide and letting her warm breath wash over him. He instinctively covered his nose, his voice tight with disgust: “Your… your breath… it’s… disgusting!”

Nyxara gasped in mock innocence, tilting her head and smirking. “Oh? My, my… you shouldn’t insult your friends like that,” she teased, her tone light and teasing. Slowly, her tongue slid from his lower rib up to his head, leaving a thin trail of saliva, and she smacked her lips with audible satisfaction. “Mmm… perfectly polite, I’d say,” she purred, eyes gleaming with playful amusement.

Within the feline, Marill and Azurill flinched at the subtle jostling of the stomach walls, muffled squeaks escaping as they were pressed together, but Nyxara only hummed in delight. “Yes, yes… struggle all you want, it’s all part of the fun,” she said, lightly rubbing her middle. “Soon your friend will join you, and then… well, we’ll see how comfortable everyone is together.”

Azumarill struggled again, determination shining in his eyes despite the hopelessness of his situation. “I… I won’t give up… I’ll save them… somehow!” he insisted, voice shaking but firm.

Nyxara chuckled softly, the sound musical and teasing, as she straightened up just enough to hover over him. “Oh, I do love a determined one,” she purred. “Makes everything so much more exciting.”

Marill and Azurill exchanged muffled cries from within, their small bodies pushed gently by the rhythmic kneading of her stomach walls. “Hang on… hang on, Azumarill!” Marill squeaked, while Azurill whimpered, “Please… get us out of here…”

Nyxara’s tail flicked in delight, her grin widening as she leaned forward once more. “Soon… very soon, dear,” she murmured, voice dripping with playful menace. “And then… you’ll all be together, and I’ll enjoy every moment of it.”

Nyxara winked at Azumarill, her smirk playful and teasing. With a swift motion, she tossed him into the air, following his spin with her eyes like a cat tracking a toy. “Aaaaaah~” she called teasingly, opening her mouth wide in anticipation.

Azumarill flailed desperately, trying to change his trajectory, but it was impossible. Gravity guided him straight toward her, and he landed headfirst into her maw, his ears brushing against the back of her throat. His head bumped gently against her uvula, eliciting a soft snicker from Nyxara. A bulge formed along her neck as she tilted her head slightly, savoring the sensation.

Inside her mouth, Azumarill immediately began to struggle, his determination flaring even as he realized escape is impossible. “N-no! This… this isn’t happening!” he cried, ears flattening against his head.

Nyxara purred lowly, her tongue sliding over him in a teasing, affectionate way. “Mmm… such a lively little one,” she murmured, nuzzling and licking him carefully. “You feel just perfect…” She hummed, tail flicking with amusement as she gently pressed him with her tongue, delighting in his frantic wriggles.

From inside her belly, Marill and Azurill shifted nervously, feeling their friend being carried deeper, muffled squeaks escaping as they exchanged panicked looks. “Azu… hang on! Don’t let her…” Marill cried. Azurill whimpered, “Please… No…”

Nyxara tilted her head, chuckling at the noises from within. “Relax, little ones,” she cooed. “Soon you’ll all be together, and it’ll be the most delightful little reunion.” Her paws patted her belly lightly, sending gentle pulses through the space where Marill and Azurill were, the walls kneading them softly as the bulge in her neck slowly descended.

Azumarill thrashed for a moment more, determination in his eyes, but the feline’s careful hold and teasing movements left him no room to maneuver. “I… I’ll… I’ll save… them!” he gasped, voice tight but unbroken.

Nyxara only hummed in response, flicking an ear and smirking down at him. “Oh, I do love a stubborn little one,” she purred. “Makes everything so much more fun…”

Nyxara tilted her head back and gently pushed Azumarill’s butt with her paws, guiding him deeper. He sank slowly, thrashing and pressing his arms against the slippery, unyielding walls of her throat, but it was impossible to stop his descent. The smooth, strong surface offered no purchase, and with each attempt he only slid farther down.

She took her time, widening her jaws to make the passage easier, purring and letting out soft moans of pleasure as the bulge of him pressed further along her throat, eventually reaching her chest. Azumarill’s nose wrinkled in disgust as the faint, pungent stench reached him, making him gag involuntarily.

From inside, the muffled voices of Marill and Azurill drifted to his ears, their panicked cries mixed with gurgles and thumps. “Azumarill! Fight! You can’t give up!” Marill shouted, his voice tight with fear. Azurill whimpered, “Please… don’t let this happen…”

He swung his tail, hitting the tip of Nyxara’s snout in desperation, but she only chuckled softly, her voice muffled but teasing. “Oh, don’t struggle too much, little one… soon you’ll be joining them, and then we’ll all have so much fun,” she cooed, her tail swishing behind her as she gently guided him downward.

Azumarill groaned, determination flickering in his eyes even as panic crept in. “I… I can’t… I won’t…” he gasped, trying to push against the slick walls with every ounce of strength he had left.

Despite his determination, Azumarill could only flail helplessly, the combined weight of gravity and Nyxara’s careful, controlling movements sending him deeper into her maw with every passing second. “No… friends… wait…” he choked, the sound muffled as he slid further.

Marill’s voice trembled from within Nyxara. “Azumarill! Hang on! We… we’re still here!”

Azurill whimpered again, the gurgling motions of her belly pressing against him. “Please… hurry… please…”

Nyxara purred, her claws tapping lightly on her chest as she continued to guide him down. “Patience, little one… it’s going to be perfect. You’ll keep them company… all together… and we’ll enjoy every moment,” she teased, a playful gleam in her eye.

The bulge moved slowly, pressing into her chest as he sank further, his tiny struggles causing Nyxara to let out a delighted trill. “Mmm… that’s it… nice and slow…” she murmured, eyes half-closed in satisfaction as she watched him descend, her tail flicking and hips shifting slightly with each careful adjustment.

Azumarill kept sinking, thrashing weakly as he tried to stop his descent, but the smooth walls pressed against him firmly yet gently, kneading him and coating him in saliva. No matter how hard he pushed, he slid farther down, his ears brushing against the warm surfaces as he groaned in frustration.

“Ah! I… I can’t… stop…!” he gasped, tail whipping desperately.

From inside, Marill and Azurill let out startled yelps, their tiny limbs pressing against the walls as the sudden movement jostled them. “Azumarill! Hold on!” Marill cried, his voice panicked and muffled. “We’re here… don’t let her… don’t let her…”

Azurill squeaked, trembling. “It’s so… tight… slippery… gross…”

Outside, Nyxara purred, glancing down at her belly as the bulge of Azumarill pressed against her ribs. “Mmm… nearly there,” she murmured, a playful gleam in her eye. Her tail flicked lazily behind her as she tilted her head back slightly, firmly nudging him further with her paws.

Azumarill yelped as the tip of his tail brushed past her lips. “No… wait… friends…” he tried to plead, but his words were lost in the warm, tight confines.

With a sudden snap of her jaws, Nyxara closed her mouth, letting him fall abruptly onto her stomach. The impact made her belly slosh and bounce for a few seconds, sending Marill and Azurill colliding with the walls and splashing into the mixture beneath them. “Eep! Whoa! Stop…!” Marill squeaked, while Azurill whimpered, “Oww… too rough…”

Nyxara let out a satisfied sigh, rubbing her now-rounder gut in slow, deliberate circles. She chuckled softly, her eyes half-closed. “Mmm… you were all pretty tasty,” she said, voice playful and teasing. “And now… you’re exactly where you belong.”

Inside, the three Pokémon could feel the gentle pressure settling around them. Marill whimpered softly, voice muffled, “I… I guess… we’re stuck…”

Azurill shivered, tiny voice trembling, “So… warm… and squishy…”

Azumarill gritted his teeth, struggling faintly, determination flickering in his eyes. “We… we’ll… find a way… eventually…”

Nyxara only giggled, tapping her belly lightly with a claw. “Oh, don’t worry… you’ll keep each other company. And trust me, it’s going to be fun,” she purred, tail wagging lazily as she admired the bulge on her stomach, enjoying the feeling of her latest meal settling snugly inside her.

Inside Nyxara, the environment was oppressive—smelly, damp, and hot. The thick, fleshy walls pressed against Marill, Azurill, and Azumarill, and loud gurgles echoed around them like the rhythmic thump of Nyxara’s heartbeat. Beneath their feet, a shallow pool of leftover mixture from her previous meals sloshed with every motion, sending small waves across the tight chamber. The air was acidic and suffocating, burning their throats and making their eyes water.

“Ugh… I… can’t… breathe!” Marill gasped, stumbling against the slick walls.

“This… it’s… disgusting!” Azurill squeaked, flailing in panic. “I… I hate this… so gross!”

Azumarill struggled, swaying weakly as he tried to push against the enclosing flesh. “We… have to… get out… somehow…” he panted, but every movement pressed him tighter against the walls, making it impossible to gain leverage.

Several bulges appeared and vanished along the curvature of Nyxara’s belly—some near her waist, others beneath her ribs, and a few closer to her navel—reflecting the shifting positions of her trapped prey. Nyxara purred, low and playful, her forepaw rubbing her middle as she observed the movement.

“Mmm… keep moving… that feels amazing,” she murmured, letting her tongue hang out and teasingly pressing down on the bulges that appeared beneath her skin.

“Stop… please… this is horrible!” Marill cried, yelping as his limbs were kneaded by the walls.

“Everything… so hot… and squishy… we can’t… we can’t…” Azurill whimpered, muffled by the damp air and the slick walls.

Azumarill gritted his teeth, determination flickering despite the fear. “We… won’t… let this… beat us…!”

Nyxara giggled, her tail swishing lazily behind her as she tapped another bulge with a clawed finger. “Oh, don’t worry… it’s only a matter of time,” she purred, voice playful and teasing. “You’re becoming part of me… added to my body… might as well get comfortable.”

Marill shrieked, desperately kicking. “Comfortable?! How could anyone be comfortable in here?!”

“I… I can’t… I can’t breathe right!” Azurill sobbed, limbs flailing.

Azumarill swayed weakly, trying to brace against the walls. “I… I’ll… keep trying… for you guys…”

Nyxara only chuckled, the vibration of her purrs sending another gentle wave through the stomach walls. “Mmm… that’s it… struggle all you want,” she said, leaning back slightly as her belly sloshed and bounced. “It just makes the inner massage even better, and soon… very soon… I will fully digest you.”

Marill and Azurill whimpered in unison, pressing themselves as tightly as possible against the slick walls. “No… no… this can’t be happening!”

Azumarill’s voice was strained but defiant. “I… I won’t… give up… we’ll find a way…”

Nyxara tilted her head, tail wagging, and smirked down at the undulating bulges. “Oh, my little meals… You’re all mine now, and there’s nothing you can do but enjoy the ride,” she purred, letting the warm, tight walls knead them further.

Marill groaned, voice muffled. “I… I hate this… so squishy… so hot…”

Azurill whimpered, tiny voice shaking. “We… we’re trapped… forever…”

Azumarill’s tail lashed helplessly. “Hang on… friends… we’ll… figure something… somehow…”

Nyxara’s purr rumbled louder, her tongue darting out playfully to tease the bulges. “Keep moving, little ones… keep struggling… it only makes it more fun,” she said, laughing softly. “You’ll settle in nicely… just you wait.”

Inside the Meowscarada, Marill and Azurill sobbed quietly, clinging tightly to Azumarill as the gentle pressure of her belly enveloped them. Their soft cries were muffled by the warm, damp space, but their trembling and hugs made their presence unmistakable. The walls of her stomach shifted subtly with each breath, the mixture beneath them swirling and creating a strange, immersive sensation.

Nyxara noticed the lack of resistance from her prey, their struggles diminished by fatigue. Her ears twitched and she pouted slightly, patting her middle with a forepaw. “Oh… so sleepy and tired, are we?” she teased in a disappointed yet playful tone. “You should be honored… becoming a part of Nyxara, the feared outlaw,” she added with a snicker, remembering that she hadn’t introduced herself earlier. “But I suppose it’s just me and you now… all together, safe and sound.”

Marill whimpered, pressing closer to Azumarill. “I—I’m so tired… it’s… hard to move…”
Azurill sniffled, “We can’t… we’re too weak… please…”
Azumarill tried to soothe them, wrapping a fin around each of his friends. “Shh… it’s okay, we’re together. We’ll… get through this,” he murmured, though the gentle, enveloping pressure made it difficult to move.

Nyxara purred softly, tilting her head. “No need to struggle too much… but keep moving a little, it feels amazing,” she encouraged. “Think of it as a special honor, about to become squishy fat on my ass. Just you and me.” Her paw rubbed her belly in slow circles, the soft bulges beneath her skin rising and settling with each movement inside, a playful reminder of the cozy, confined space.

Marill gagged, muffled against Azumarill’s side. “It’s… strange… warm… wet…”
Azurill whimpered, “I don’t like it… it’s too much…”
Azumarill tilted his head, his determination mingled with worry for his friends. “It’s okay… we’re together… that’s what matters,” he whispered, holding them tight.

Nyxara chuckled, her tail flicking lazily. “Ahh… that’s the spirit. Just relax… you’re inside me, give up. And soon, you will be exploring my bowels—it’ll be quite the reunion,” she teased, the teasing in her voice quite cruel.

Suddenly, Nyxara’s stomach gurgled, shaking roughly, and the sudden motion startled the trio inside. Marill whimpered, clutching Azumarill’s side. “W-what was that?!” he asked in fear, his voice muffled but trembling.

Azurill clung tightly to both of them, coughing as the air grew thinner and the heat pressed in on them. “It’s… it’s too hot… and hard to breathe…” he squeaked, trying to maintain his grip.

Nyxara looked down at her belly, her ears twitching as she felt the rush of air rising up her throat. Her cheeks puffed out slightly as she snapped her jaws shut, smirking. “Hmm… I wonder how much I can hold it in…” she mused playfully, testing her own control.

Twelve seconds later, her restraint broke. Her jaws parted and she released a thunderous belch:

“BRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRPPPPPP!!”

The force of it shook her entire frame. Inside, the trio was tossed from side to side, colliding with each other and the soft, pliant walls. The mixture beneath them splashed, and they yelped in surprise, struggling to keep their footing in the bouncy, enclosed space.

After several seconds, Nyxara closed her mouth, crossing her forepaws behind her back and chuckling softly. “Phew… Heh… that was loud, but… not as much as that alpha Espeon,” she mused, hissing at the memory. “If it hadn’t been for a reviver seed, I wouldn’t even be here…”
Her grin widened as she recalled shattering the Espeon’s elegance and manners while inside her belly. “Wonder where she’ll be… I’d love to kick that big purple butt of hers for payback.”

She looked down at her belly, patting it gently. “I hope my cute meals didn’t have a rough ride…” she said, though her tone betrayed no actual remorse. A playful smirk curled her lips. “But don’t worry… you’re not going anywhere.”

Inside Nyxara, the space felt impossibly tight. The walls of her stomach were warm and unyielding, slick with fluids that made each movement slippery but also offered no real escape. Every punch or kick from Marill, Azurill, and Azumarill was met with firm resistance, the fleshy walls pushing back without giving in an inch. The mixture beneath their feet shifted with every collision, sending small waves that carried their limbs as they tried desperately to maintain balance.

Marill’s voice cracked as he tried to move. “I-I can’t… it’s too tight…!” he whimpered, clutching Azumarill’s side.

Azurill’s tiny arms flailed as he hugged them both. “It’s so hot… and wet… I can’t breathe properly…”

Azumarill tried to push with all his strength, swaying his body and digging his hands against the stomach walls, but each motion only made the surrounding flesh press harder, holding him firm. “Hang on, you two! We… we’ll figure something out!” he called, voice full of determination despite his own exhaustion.

Nyxara, standing comfortably, purred softly. Her paw gently rubbed over the bulges on her middle where the trio shifted, a teasing smile on her face. “Oh, you’re working so hard in there… but really, it’s just a matter of time,” she said, her tone playful yet mildly disappointed. “You should feel honored… you’re becoming part of Nyxara the outlaw.”

Marill groaned, pressing against Azumarill. “H-How can she… hold us so tight?!”

Azurill whimpered, his small voice muffled by the surrounding warmth. “It’s… it’s impossible to move… I can’t even… get air…”

Nyxara tilted her head, watching the subtle bulges form as they squirmed. She let out a soft chuckle, purring through her muzzle. “Keep trying, little ones… you’re doing so well for me.”
She flicked her tail lazily, tapping gently against the flesh above them to feel their movements. “Remember, it’s just me and you now… no one else to worry about.”

The trio’s struggles continued, their small bodies rolling and pressing against each other, the slick, unyielding stomach walls constantly reminding them they had no choice but to endure. Each desperate yelp and muffled plea was carried through the soft and warm space, while Nyxara’s soft purring and amused chuckles echoed above, the only acknowledgment of their effort.

The Meowscarada snickered and cleared her throat, “I think I came up with a song,” she stretched her arms and arched her back, preparing herself. “Let me share it with you, darlings.”

🎵 Oh, what’s this? A tasty surprise,
You tried to fight, but look where you lie~
Inside my belly, no success, no epic fight,
You’ve saved me the trouble—how polite~ 🎵

She spun on her legs like a dancer, tail swaying dramatically behind her. Her paws tapped rhythmically against the taut dome of her belly like a drum, each pat making it wobble and gurgle.

🎵 Tell me, little swimmers, how does it feel,
In this warm and squishy meal-time deal?
The heat, the damp, the gurgles’ song,
Hope you’re comfy—it won’t be long~ 🎵

She snapped her claws to the beat, stepping lightly from paw to paw like she was on a stage, her hips rolling in a slow, teasing rhythm.

🎵 Once my belly’s work is through,
I know exactly where you’ll go to~
Right to my curves, plump and divine,
A little gift to this figure of mine~ 🎵

She arched her back slightly, then shook her ass side to side, making the gut slosh and churn audibly. She placed both paws on her belly and gave it a theatrical shake.

🎵 You were filling, round, and sweet,
The perfect treat for a cheeky feat~
I bet you didn’t think, oh no,
Your defeat would end the show~ 🎵

She leaned forward, tapping her belly in rhythm like a bongo, her grin turning teasing as muffled sounds from inside made her ears twitch.

🎵 Mind the slime, the squish, the heat,
My stomach’s hug is… quite complete~
The gurgles rise, the walls will squeeze,
Settle in, my guests, at ease~ 🎵

She spun again, tail flicking like a metronome, then struck a pose with one paw raised and the other resting on her belly.

🎵 Oh dears, such a twist of fate,
You made my dinner truly great~
No guild, no rule, just me and you,
And soon… you’ll be part of this view~ 🎵

She ended with a slow, playful belly rub, purring audibly as the churning noises intensified beneath her fur.

🎵 So stay awhile, let nature play,
My belly’s stage will end your day~
You’ve fed the queen, oh lucky you,
This outlaw’s curves will thank you too~ 🎵

Nyxara patted her rounded belly, her eyes glinting with a mischievous hunger. “I’m still hungry,” she said, spotting clusters of juicy berries hanging low on the trees ahead. Her mouth watered slightly, and she quickly wiped it with the back of her wrist, mockingly mimicking Violet the Espeon. “I should have manners and not act like a savage,” she added with exaggerated nobility, tapping her chest and raising her chin while her tail shot straight up behind her.

She glanced down at the trio pressing against the walls of her belly, their hands and faces barely visible on the curved surface. “Are you comfortable down there?” she asked in a pompous, theatrical tone, smirking as she watched them struggle to maintain balance in the warm, tight space. “I hope you don’t mind me grabbing a little snack.”

Inside, Marill let out a muffled groan. “Ugh… it’s… too tight…”

Azurill whimpered, clinging to his friend. “It’s… I can’t… move!”

Azumarill’s tail thrashed lightly against the slick walls. “Just… hold on… we’ll…” His voice trailed off, swallowed by the oppressive heat and the slick, unyielding surfaces surrounding them.

Nyxara tilted her head, clearly enjoying their desperate gestures, then slowly lowered a paw to pat her belly. The impact pushed the trio back toward the center, making her stomach bounce and slosh for a few seconds before settling with a soft, rhythmic wobble. “Time to knock off the elegant facade,” she declared, rubbing her middle and smirking.

She then raised a clawed finger to her mouth, cleaning off bits of fur and other remnants stuck to her teeth. “Can’t have these snacks interrupted by… unsightly debris,” she mused, her tail swishing behind her as she began to walk toward the huge berry-laden tree.

From inside, muffled yelps and groans echoed faintly as the trio shifted uncomfortably with every sway of her steps. “A-are… those berries… really necessary?” Marill whispered, his voice shaky.

“Ugh… we’re… already trapped…” Azurill added, hugging Azumarill’s side tightly.

Azumarill groaned through clenched teeth. “We… have to escape… somehow…”

Nyxara glanced down with a playful tilt of her head. “Oh, you won’t, don’t worry… it’s just a little snack for me. And you’ll keep me company… for a while,” she said, a soft purr vibrating through her chest. The trio could feel her playful amusement press through the unyielding, warm walls, their small, futile movements met with gentle, teasing nudges from the flesh around them.

Nyxara stopped in front of the tree, her eyes glinting as they traced the clusters of thick, juicy berries dangling from the branches. She tilted her head slightly, her gaze shifting to the sturdy trunk, and flexed her pudgy thigh with a sly smirk. “This should be enough to make some berries fall,” she murmured, striking the trunk with a solid thud. A tremor ran through the wood, and the berries swayed in response. She rubbed the sore spot of her thigh, chuckling softly. “Maybe I was a bit rough,” she admitted, arching a brow and crossing her arms.

Then, settling into a patient stance, she opened her mouth wide and extended her tongue, closing her eyes as she let a low, amused chuckle escape her. The sound of berries falling filled her ears, and many tumbled directly into her mouth. Gravity did most of the work; she barely had to chew as they slid smoothly down her esophagus and landed with gentle bonks onto the pool of slime in her stomach.

Inside, the trio yelped softly at the sudden rain of berries. “Ah! More… more on us!” Marill squeaked, pressing himself against Azumarill for protection.

“Stop… stop it!” Azurill whimpered, trying to shield himself with his tail.

Azumarill groaned, stretching his arms over his friends’ heads. “I’ve got you… just… hold on!” he muttered, taking the brunt of the gentle impacts as the berries bounced lightly off the slick walls around them. The mixture of stomach fluids and half-digested fruit made every movement slippery, forcing them to cling to each other for balance.

Outside, Nyxara tilted her head back with a satisfied hum, enjoying the simple pleasure of the berries landing in her mouth. Some fell around her too, scattering across the ground as she licked her lips and rubbed her belly lightly. “Delicious… just the right amount of sweetness,” she purred, feeling the pool of fruit and slime in her stomach shift slightly, the trio’s muffled complaints and yelps echoing faintly through the warm, confined space.

Her tail wagged slowly, swishing behind her as she contemplated grabbing a few more clusters. “Maybe just a few more… I hope you don’t mind, little ones,” she said, the warmth of her purr vibrating through her rounded belly, mingling with the muffled voices and gentle splashes of fruit inside.

Suddenly, Nyxara’s berry binge was abruptly interrupted. Something hard struck her head, and she let out a startled, “Ow!” as she stumbled to her knees, her paws rubbing the sore spot. Blinking, she looked around to see what had hit her. There, lying on its back on the ground, was a Kakuna, completely still.

Nyxara growled softly, her irritation bubbling up. She stalked forward and gave the Kakuna a sharp kick. It spun through the air before landing on the soft grass with a muted thud. She huffed, scratching her middle as her playful tone returned. “Serves him right,” she muttered, a smirk tugging at her lips.

Then her eyes widened. Kakuna were never alone; if one was clinging to a tree, that meant there were others and Beedrill nearby. A buzzing sound confirmed her suspicion—twenty Beedrill emerged from the leaves, circling her, wings humming. Nyxara froze for a brief moment, ears flicking to track each of them, but she didn’t speak. Instead, she crouched slightly, her tail swishing behind her, assessing the situation.

Even as her eyes scanned the swarm, her belly swayed gently, the trio inside shifting faintly against the soft, cushioned walls of her stomach. The muffled squelches and whispered voices reminded her that she had other matters at hand—but for now, the forest had grown unexpectedly lively.

Nyxara stepped back cautiously. “Twenty against one is extremely unfair,” she said, her tone teasing but measured. “And I’m not in the mood to fight right now. I’m full… and sated, you know.”

One Beedrill hovered closer, buzzing angrily. “You sent an earthquake through our tree, ate our berries, and kicked a Kakuna!” it screeched. Another added, “We’ll sting your butt so hard you won’t be able to sit for years!” and fired a Sludge Bomb. Nyxara leapt nimbly to the side, letting the projectile splash harmlessly against the ground.

“I don’t like bugs,” she replied, flicking her ears, “and you’re not exactly tasty. I can beat you down on my own if I have to.” Her forepaws crossed in front of her chest, tail flicking behind her, a playful smirk on her face.

For a few seconds, only the muffled cries of the trio and the gurgles from her belly filled the clearing, reminders of the small, squishy passengers within.

Then four Beedrill surged forward, buzzing, “We’re not scared of an overweight kitty!”

Nyxara’s eyes gleamed. For someone her size, her full belly didn’t slow her a bit. She moved with surprising speed:

A powerful Sucker Punch sent the first Beedrill spiraling away. “Oof! That… that hurt!” it screeched, tumbling through the air before hitting the ground with a soft thud.

The second was met with an intense Thunder Punch, crackling energy striking true. “Aaah! My wing! How strong is she?!” it cried, fumbling midair and spinning helplessly.

The third took a swift Triple Axel. “Nooo! She’s everywhere at once!” it yelled, trying to dodge but failing, flailing against the forest floor.

The fourth became her makeshift trampoline; she bounced on it midair and after a graceful spin landed gracefully on her feet, clearing the circle the swarm had formed around her. “Wha—hey! Hey! Watch it!” it shouted, bouncing awkwardly before recovering.

She turned, shaking her hips mockingly. Rising her rump high, she tapped it with a paw, lowered an eyelid with a clawed finger, and stuck her tongue out. “Bllllllllleeeeh, catch me if you can,” she taunted, her eyes sparkling with playful mischief.

Inside her belly, the trio shifted uneasily, muffled yelps echoing faintly with the rhythmic swishes of her tail and the soft, satisfied gurgles of her stomach.

Nyxara smirked, her pupils narrowing with playful determination, and began to sprint through the forest. She didn’t push herself to full speed, wanting to keep the chase entertaining for both herself and her pursuers. The grass under her paws rustled with each step, twigs snapping beneath her weight, and her tail flicked with deliberate taunts.

“After her! Don’t let her escape!” the leader of the Beedrill barked sharply, buzzing ahead of the others. He turned to the remaining swarm, approaching the defeated ones. “Look after the Kakuna, and grab some Oran Berries to recover,” he instructed, his voice tinged with impatience. The others obeyed, while he flew to pursue the Meowscarada, eyes fixed on the feline, eager to punish her for her insolence.

Inside her belly, the trio was being jostled mercilessly. The stomach walls contracted and shifted as Nyxara ran, leaving her prey colliding repeatedly with each other and the slick, fleshy confines. A pool of fluids pooled beneath them, warm, thick, and carrying the faintly sweet scent of half-digested berries from Nyxara’s previous meals. They tried to keep their footing, their limbs flailing, but every movement pushed them into another collision.

“Ugh! This… this is insane!” Marill groaned, clinging to Azumarill. “We’re… bouncing everywhere!”

“Stop… stop moving!” Azurill whimpered, pressing against his friend, trying to stabilize himself in the chaotic, squishy prison. “It’s… too slippery! The walls… they won’t give an inch!”

Azumarill gritted his teeth, desperately pushing against the stomach lining. “We… we have to… hang on! We can’t… let her… win!” His muffled voice carried the determination that clung to him even as the walls of Nyxara’s belly massaged him mercilessly.

Nyxara giggled from above, hearing the muffled complaints echo through her stomach. “Oh? Is it getting… a little too ticklish in there, cuties?” she purred, tail wagging as she dodged a branch and leapt gracefully over a fallen log. “You’d better enjoy it… because you’re not getting out anytime soon!”

She twisted midair, catching a thick branch with her claws and using it to propel herself higher, narrowly dodging a pair of Beedrill that lunged at her. “Too slow! You’ll have to be faster than that if you want to catch me, jerks!” she called back over her shoulder, her ears flicking as she laughed. The wind whipped her fur, and sunlight dappled her pudgy frame as she weaved through the trees.

The leader Beedrill hissed angrily, dodging a snap of Nyxara’s paw. “She’s… too fast and agile! We can’t catch her!” he buzzed to his companions, while the others regrouped midair. “Stay sharp! Don’t let her slip!”

Nyxara landed on the forest floor with the grace of a feline predator, rolling slightly to absorb the impact. “A little slow on your wings, aren’t you?” she teased, crouching and then springing back into motion. The trio inside felt every motion as a rolling, jiggling wave, the sloshing fluids making it impossible to keep their balance.

Marill yelped, clinging tighter to Azumarill. “Every… every step! We’re… getting thrown all over!”

Azumarill growled through clenched teeth. “I… I have to… make her cough us up… somehow…!”

Nyxara, laughing, vaulted onto a low branch and spun midair, narrowly avoiding the leader Beedrill’s stinger. “Oh, don’t look so serious! It’s only a little fun,” she teased, wagging her tail as she twisted and dodged again, slapping a branch to send a few berries tumbling to the ground. “Catch me if you can! You’ve got to do better than that!”

From inside, the muffled chorus of panic and frustration continued. “We… we can’t hold on!” Marill cried.

“Just… keep… struggling… don’t… give up!” Azumarill rasped, his determination pushing through despite the jostling, the sticky fluids, and the tight space pressing in from all sides.

“Ahhh! Stop… stop shaking!” Azurill wailed, his small feet pressed against the fleshy walls, trying in vain to brace himself as Nyxara’s body bounced and sloshed.

Nyxara tilted her head back, ears perked in amusement as she glanced at the swarm chasing her. “I hope you’re enjoying yourselves,” she called playfully. “I’m certainly enjoying this! And my little friends are… doing so well!” Her paws rapped against her belly, giving the trio a soft, rhythmic press with each step. “Just a bit longer… you’re going to be a part of me very soon!”

The Beedrill, buzzing furiously around her, shouted, “We’ll get you, you insolent feline!”

Nyxara smirked, flicking her tail and leaping onto another branch. “You can try… but you’ll have to be faster than this!” she called, landing gracefully and sending another ripple through her belly, eliciting muffled yelps and gurgles from her unwilling passengers.

Nyxara leapt onto a branch, her weight making it groan and crack slightly under her pudgy frame. She adjusted midair, spinning gracefully to land on the forest floor, her paws barely missing the edge of a jagged root. A Beedrill shot forward, extending its stingers in a precise strike aimed at her rump. The feline twisted backwards just in time, her claws catching the earth as she spun, narrowly avoiding the attack by mere inches.

“Too slow!” Nyxara giggled, swishing her tail as she eyed her target. She calculated the perfect timing, stretched her legs, and landed directly on the Beedrill. The impact sent it sprawling, panicked eyes wide as its stingers scraped the soil, unable to dodge the looming feline.

“Ahhh! She’s too heavy!” the Beedrill shrieked, struggling to rise as Nyxara’s weight pinned it to the ground. Its body pressed into the dirt, the air forced from its lungs in a painful wheeze as it slid a few meters under her.

Nyxara clapped her paws excitedly, giggling as she pressed herself down harder. “This is so fun!” she purred, her tail flicking with delight as the rest of the swarm buzzed furiously around her, attempting to coordinate their attacks.

From inside her belly, the trio bounced against the slick, warm walls with muffled yelps.

“Whoa! That was… that was intense!” Marill squeaked, arms flailing in the viscous, squishy space.

“Help! We’re… we’re getting tossed all over!” Azurill added, pressing himself tightly against Azumarill for stability.

“Hang on! Just… just a little longer!” Azumarill gritted his teeth, trying to brace against the relentless motion as Nyxara’s steps caused every inch of the stomach to ripple and slosh.

Nyxara sprang back to her feet, brushing off dirt from her paws, and resumed her run through the forest. She turned her head over her shoulder and winked at the fallen Beedrill, flicking her tongue in a playful mockery.

“Oopsie!” she called, tossing a teasing kiss in its direction. “I hope a big girl like me didn’t squash you too much!”

The Beedrill coughed, trying to regain composure. “Y-you…! I’ll get you next time!” it squeaked, its wings trembling.

Nyxara giggled, feeling the rhythmic bounces and sloshes of her passengers inside her belly. “Oh, they’re having so much fun… and so am I!” she purred, tail wagging, eyes glinting mischievously as she sprinted forward, weaving deftly between tree trunks, leaves brushing against her rounded sides.

Nyxara sprinted through the forest, her pudgy frame surprisingly agile as the soft earth bounced beneath her paws. Two Beedrill flanked her, wings buzzing furiously as they shot toward her in a synchronized strike.

“Don’t let her escape!” one screeched, stingers pointed and glinting in the sunlight.

“She’s too slow to dodge us this time!” the other added, circling with a furious hum.

With a playful flick of her tail, Nyxara spiraled backward, leaping to the side with grace that belied her size. The Beedrill swerved at the last second, their stingers swiping through empty air.

“Too late!” Nyxara purred, eyes glinting with mischief. She vaulted toward one of the buzzing insects, her pudgy thigh swinging like a soft, well-aimed hammer. The Beedrill yelped in surprise, blushing faintly as it slammed into a tree, dazed. “So… soft…” it thought, wincing as it slid down the trunk.

Nyxara snickered, using Quick Attack to propel herself to another tree. She swung around with acrobatic precision, her other thigh connecting with the second Beedrill mid-air. He let out a startled screech, landing on his back with a heavy thud.

“Ow! My wings! I can’t… I can’t fight like this!” he buzzed weakly, spinning in confusion.

Still midair, Nyxara executed a series of flips and spins, knocking out six more Beedrill with her nimble strikes, landing elegantly on her feet as if she hadn’t exerted herself at all.

The swarm leader screeched in disbelief, rising his stingers in frustration. “No… no way! She’s just a pudgy cat! How is this happening?!”

Nyxara turned her head without slowing down, a wide grin spreading across her face. She tapped her rear teasingly with a paw, lowering one eyelid with a clawed finger and sticking out her tongue.

“Bleeeeeeeh!” she taunted, her voice dripping with playful arrogance. “Looks like you’re not stinging my butt today, darlings.”

The leader let out a frustrated hum, watching his comrades limp and groan on the forest floor. “We… we’ll get her…” he hissed, though his wings trembled from exhaustion.

From inside Nyxara, the trio bounced and sloshed in the warm, slick confines of her belly, their muffled yelps rising with every leap and spin.

“Ahhh! She’s moving too much!” Marill cried, struggling to keep balance as the fluids shifted beneath them.

“This… this is unbearable!” Azurill whimpered, holding onto Azumarill for support.

“Hang in there!” Azumarill called out, gritting his teeth as the rhythmic bounces slammed them together. “We have to… survive…”

Nyxara’s ears twitched at the sounds, tail swishing with delight. “Oh, you’re all having so much fun,” she purred, giggling. “And so am I!”

The leader of the Beedrill swarm fired a rapid Pin Missile straight at Nyxara. She yelped in surprise, a startled “eep!” escaping her lips as the barrage caught her off guard. Her balance faltered and, with a slight wobble, she began rolling headfirst down the sloped forest floor, picking up speed as gravity took over. Leaves and dirt blurred past her vision, making her feel a little dizzy.

“I’m a Meowscarada,” she called out, puffing her cheeks, “not a Graveler rolling downhill!” She twisted mid-roll, trying to regain control, but the momentum carried her faster, tumbling over roots and small rocks.

Inside, the trio felt every jolt. The stomach walls compressed against them with each roll, pushing them into each other and the slick, fleshy surfaces. The waves of fluids beneath their feet sloshed violently, dousing them from every angle. The chamber seemed to shrink slightly with each bump, forcing them into closer contact and leaving no space to resist.

“This… this is disgusting!” Marill shouted, his voice muffled yet panicked. “I want to get out of here! It’s smelly, gross, damp, hot… slimy!”

Azurill whimpered and clung tighter to him, sobbing, “We’re not getting out… she’s treating us like toys until she fully claims us!”

Even Azumarill tried to sound resolute. “Stay… strong… we’ll…” His voice faltered, weak against the constant sloshing and the pressure of Nyxara’s insides.

Nyxara’s laughter echoed through the forest as she rolled, tail flicking excitedly behind her. “Oh, look at you all! Struggling so nicely, bouncing around like little marbles,” she purred, clearly delighted by the chaos inside her. “I hope you’re enjoying the ride… because it’s only just begun!”

The stomach walls tightened slightly at her words, each pulse and squish reminding the trio that resistance was futile. Every collision and slap of fluid sent them tumbling in unison, muffled cries mixing with gurgles and the occasional squeak of Nyxara’s amused voice.

Nyxara couldn’t stop rolling. The momentum carried her faster and faster, the forest floor a blur beneath her paws. Each bump, twist, and turn sent a wave of dizziness washing over her, a sensation that the trio inside immediately shared. Marill, Azurill, and Azumarill were tossed and jostled violently, the stomach walls pressing firmly against them with every roll.

The Beedrill swarm struggled to keep up, their wings buzzing furiously, but the speed Nyxara had reached left them far behind. The leader shouted in frustration, muffled by distance, but there was no way to intercept her.

A few seconds later, Nyxara launched herself into the river with a tremendous splash, water spraying in all directions. She sank, her ass touching the riverbed, and pressed it softly against the earth beneath the current, holding her breath as the rushing water washed over her. The trio inside clung together, soaked and jostled in the swaying, liquid chamber.

Moments passed. From downstream, she heard the muffled voice of the Beedrill leader. “Follow the current… she can’t have gone that far!” it buzzed urgently. Nyxara’s lips curved into a mischievous grin as she began spinning against the current, pushing herself to increase the distance. The Beedrill swarm’s buzzing grew faint in the distance, lost to the water’s rush and her nimble movements.

Once she was certain the danger had passed, she allowed herself to emerge, the upper part of her body visible above the water. Shaking her head theatrically, as if on stage, she commented with a sly smile, “Lucky me… I can hold my breath underwater for quite a while,” patting her stuffed, rounded middle beneath the surface. The gurgles from her belly reverberated through the water, sending ripples in all directions.

She leaned back and let herself float, letting the cool river wash over her fully. Her head and rump remained above the surface as she began to swim with playful energy, paddling like a Froakie, her tail wagging behind her. Inside, the trio bounced and sloshed in unison, muffled yelps escaping as the water’s movement mixed with the firm, immovable walls of their fleshy chamber.

Nyxara’s laughter rang over the river, light and teasing, echoing through the forest. “This is just too much fun,” she purred, spinning in the current and watching her prey jostle helplessly inside, utterly at her mercy.