After digesting her last prey and waking up from a peaceful nap, Fyna spots a Thievul and two nickits tresspassing her territory, deciding to teach them a lesson and get a filling meal. Man, it's been a long time since I uploaded a story featuring Fyna the Liepard, Enjoy!

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Fyna lay sprawled in a sun-dappled clearing, snoring softly, her belly rising and falling in steady, satisfied pulses. Even in sleep, she seemed alive with contentment. In her dreams, she purred, licking her lips as if savoring flavors that were no longer present. Her stomach gurgled quietly, as if punctuating her delight.

A couple of hours later, a yawn escaped her, wide and languid. She lifted a forepaw to rub at her eyes, stretching luxuriously, arching her back, and raising her rump. With a playful wiggle, she smirked at the soft jiggle of her hips, satisfied with the result of her indulgence.

Rising to her paws, her hanging belly swayed beneath her fur with a low, rumbling growl.

“Hmph… already telling me I’m hungry again,” she murmured, tilting her head. Her tail flicked behind her. “Mmm, guess it’s time to find something tasty. Can’t let all this fluff go to waste, can we?”

She glanced over her shoulder with a teasing grin. “Or… is that Braixen complaining about her new home? Poor thing… I always knew she didn’t like me, but look at her now—bouncy, soft, and part of me.”

Her ears twitched in mockery. “Just like her friends. All part of the package deal! You’d think she’d have learned by now…”

Fyna giggled, letting her paw trail down her side. “Hmm… wonder what other delicious adventures are waiting for me today? Maybe someone else wants to contribute?”

She gave her belly a gentle rub, purring softly as it responded with a low, happy gurgle. “Mmm, yes… I think today is going to be a very satisfying day.”

Fyna’s ears twitched sharply as the faint crunch of footsteps reached her keen hearing. A slow, mischievous smile spread across her muzzle as she licked her lips.

“Hmmm… what tasty little morsels are you bringing me today?” she murmured, letting a low, hungry growl rattle in her stomach, punctuating her words.

Without another thought, she sprung forward, claws digging into the nearest tree trunk to propel her heavier frame. Her weight made the branch creak, but she rolled her eyes with mock exasperation. “Pfft… these branches can take me. A glutton like me? Please. Nothing can stop me.”

She leapt from branch to branch, tail flicking behind her in anticipation. As she drew closer to the voices, she crouched low and peered through the foliage.

There they were: a Thievul and two Nickits, seemingly unaware of her gaze. Fyna’s ears twitched in irritation.

“Ugh… I hate those jerks,” she muttered under her breath, tail swishing. “Always stealing, always scamming… thinking they can just take whatever they want.”

The Thievul, evidently the leader, stretched on a log and said smugly, “Ah… perfect spot to settle. Plenty of cover, food nearby. This’ll do nicely.”

The female Nickit nodded eagerly, her ears twitching in agreement. “It’s perfect… quiet, safe…”

The male Nickit, however, glanced around nervously. “I don’t know… have you heard the rumors? Pokémon… disappearing around here?”

“Pfft,” said the Thievul dismissively. “Stories to scare the weak. We’re fine.”

Above them, Fyna lowered herself onto her rump, patting her plush belly and licking her lips with deliberate slowness.

“Mmm… they’re definitely staying here,” she purred to herself, “but not where they think.” Her ears flicked, and a soft chuckle escaped her. “Hope they taste as good as they look.”

Thievul and the female Nickit kept walking while the male Nickit looked around nervously, ears twitching and tail flicking as he scanned for any sign of danger. “I-I don’t like this…” he whispered, voice trembling.

Fyna spotted her chance. She curled her tail around a sturdy branch and let herself drop down from above, giggling. “Heh… didn’t expect me up here, did you?” she purred, her eyes gleaming mischievously.

The male Nickit froze as he heard the faint creak of the branch. When he looked up, his eyes widened, pupils shrinking, ears flattening. Fyna’s pink, cavernous maw loomed over him, the dark interior almost swallowing the light.

“W-what… wha—?!” he squeaked, stepping back.

“Oh, don’t panic!” Fyna called down teasingly. “I just want to see how lively you are. You look so tasty!” Her tail swished behind her as she lowered herself, jaws opening wide.

Before he could react or scream, Fyna’s jaws snapped shut around his upper body, and the inertia pushed her up again, sitting on her rump on the branch with her cheeks puffed out as she slurped up his tail and sealed him inside her mouth.

“Hey! Put me down!” the male Nickit muffled, struggling.

Fyna giggled, nudging him side to side with her tongue, swirling him gently in the snug space. “Mmm… you’re so wiggly! I love seeing you move like that,” she teased. “So lively… I almost don’t want to let you go!”

The heat of her mouth surrounded him, and he realized he was coated in saliva from head to tail. He could feel her warm breath washing over him, and as she purred, the vibrations ran down his spine.

He stared in fear at the dark back of her throat, desperately trying to understand how small and snug it was.

“Ohhh, you’re squirming nicely!” Fyna teased, flicking her tail lazily. “You’re so energetic… I could watch you move all day!”

“I-I can’t… I can’t breathe properly!” Nickit muffled, twisting and wriggling.

“L-let me out! This isn’t funny!” he squeaked, squirming frantically.

“Oh, but it is funny,” Fyna purred, playfully nibbling at his sides and sloshing him gently back and forth. “See? You’re perfect for a little game. Struggle all you want—it makes it even more fun!”

The warmth of her mouth surrounded him, and he realized he was completely coated in saliva as he wiggled. Fyna’s soft, rumbling purrs sent shivers down his spine.

“Ahh… wiggle, wiggle!” she teased, flicking her tail. “I could play with you like this all day. You’re so full of energy!”

The male Nickit squirmed desperately, muffled squeaks echoing from her cheeks. “I-I can’t… it’s too tight!”

“Shhh… relax, little one,” Fyna said, gently nudging him deeper, letting him feel the snug confines of her mouth. “I just want to see how you handle a playful challenge. Mmm… yes, so wiggly… so fun!”

Meanwhile, Thievul and the female Nickit had reached the next clearing. They paused and looked back, but they didn’t see their companion anywhere.

“Hmm… where did he go?” the female Nickit asked.

“I… I don’t see him either,” Thievul replied nervously.

Fyna’s soft, throaty chuckle floated down from above. “Oh, he’s right here,” she called, jostling him playfully in her mouth again, “just having a little fun with me. Isn’t that right, little one?”

“P-please! Let me go!” he muffled, wriggling helplessly.

“Not yet!” she replied with a gleam in her eyes. She nudged him side to side with her tongue, teasing him. “You’re such an energetic little prey… I can’t wait to gulp you down!”

Fyna smiled as the male Nickit struggled inside her mouth, her sharp eyes gleaming even though she kept them closed. She pressed him gently but firmly against her inner cheeks with her tongue, murmuring, “You’re such a lively little snack. I can already tell how tasty you are.”

The male Nickit thrashed, muffled squeaks escaping from the warm, slick chamber of her mouth. “L-let me go! I don’t… I can’t…!”

“Oh, you’re far too spirited to be released,” Fyna replied with a throaty purr, flicking her tail. “It’s much more fun to watch you wriggle. I can’t wait to see you slide further down once I send you along. That will be quite the adventure.”

Her stomach rumbled, a low, hungry growl that vibrated through her frame. Fyna pressed a paw gently to it and commented, “Patience. I like to take my time with my meals. Every moment counts.”

Nickit’s tiny paws pushed against the roof of her mouth, trying to pry her jaws open. Fyna felt him struggling and let out a muffled chuckle. “Too weak, little one. You can push all you like, but I am far stronger than you think. Struggle all you want, it only makes this more entertaining.”

He gagged as her warm breath washed over him, trying to cover his nose with his paws as the smell from her recent meals reached him. His eyes watered, and his muffled whimpers carried faintly through the confined space. “P-please… let me go!” he begged.

Fyna shook her head, tail flicking lazily, “No. You are far too tasty for that. Those who resist… oh, they always end up being the most interesting.” Her tongue nudged him, guiding him slightly toward the back of her throat.

He flailed, stretching his limbs outward to resist, trying to maintain balance in the slippery, warm interior. “I-I won’t… I won’t…!”

“You will see,” Fyna murmured, purring as she felt him slip. “The ones who resist are always the tastiest. Just relax… in a moment, it will be an entirely new experience for you.” She shifted him gently, letting him slide slightly, feeling the resistance of his small body against her cheeks.

Her voice was playful, teasing, and confident, carrying over the steady rhythm of her purrs. “Look at you, so determined… I admire that. But determination alone won’t save you. You’re far too flavorful to let you escape.”

Nickit’s muffled struggles continued, his tiny limbs thrashing as he tried to brace himself, but Fyna’s grip was firm. She pressed a paw to her belly, patting it lightly, and murmured to herself, “It’s always better when they put up a fight. It makes every bite worth it.”

Every movement of her tongue, every shift of her jaw and cheeks was deliberate, playful, and teasing. “There you go,” she purred. “Slide along, little one. Don’t fight too hard, or you’ll tire yourself before the real fun begins.”

The air around him was warm and humid, her steady breathing washing over him. Each muffled squeak, each weak paw against her cheeks, seemed only to delight her more.

Fyna’s eyes opened for a moment to glance at him, gleaming with playful amusement. “You’re so feisty. I think you’ll make a perfect addition to my curves. Keep trying, little one—every struggle counts.”

Nickit struggled frantically, claws scrabbling against the slick interior of Fyna’s mouth, his tiny body slipping along her warm, wet tongue.

Suddenly, he tripped, sliding toward the back of her mouth.

Panic made him push forward instinctively, and just before he reached the uvula, he slammed his forepaws against her cheeks and dug in with all his strength. He grabbed onto two of her fangs for stability, panting in relief.

“Whoa… careful there,” Fyna purred, her tail flicking with amusement. “That was a close one. You almost made it all the way through!” She tilted her head back slowly, the movement teasing him as he tried to keep his balance.

Nickit’s eyes widened. “I-I have to… stop sliding!” he mumbled desperately, claws scratching at her tongue as he twisted and pushed, trying to keep himself from slipping further. He dug in with his hind legs, his tail brushing against the back of her throat.

Fyna snorted, a faint giggle escaping her throat. “Well, well… clever little one. Using that tail of yours, are you?” Her eyes glimmered with playful delight. “I like it when you fight back. Makes this better.”

Nickit seized the moment of her slight reaction and began to tickle her uvula with the tip of his tail, feeling the soft, quivering surface beneath him.

Fyna gasped sharply, a flicker of surprise and laughter escaping her as she squirmed slightly. “Hey! Stop that!” she said between faint smirks and giggles, her tail flicking nervously.

“You… you feel it!” Nickit squeaked, still clinging to her fangs. “You’re ticklish!”

“Of course I am!” Fyna replied, purring through her laughter. “And you’re so daring! Most would just slide right along, but not you. You’re making this far more interesting.”

She shifted slightly on her rump, letting her tail swish in the air as she stayed seated, her body trembling faintly with suppressed laughter.

Nickit’s claws scraped against her tongue as he tried to maintain leverage. “I… I won’t go quietly!” he muttered, muffled through the tight space.

Fyna’s purr rumbled through the chamber. “Oh, don’t be in such a rush. I’m enjoying every little twist and turn you make. You wriggle so well—it almost makes me forget how hungry I am.”

“You’re messing with me!” Nickit protested, tail twitching nervously.

“And I love it,” Fyna replied, flicking her ears and tail in playful rhythm. “Don’t stop now—you’re perfect at making me laugh.”

Nickit shifted again, claws slipping slightly, but he refused to let go. “I… I won’t… I won’t give up!”

Fyna’s warm, rumbling purr vibrated through the space. “Good! That’s the spirit. Struggle, squirm, tickle—do whatever you can. I’m curious to see how far you’ll go before you admit that I’m in charge here. You’re so tasty to mess with, little one.”

Her tail flicked again, brushing lightly against the branch as she leaned back just enough to let him feel the playful sway of her rump. “I have to admit,” she said with a teasing grin, “this might be the most fun I’ve had in a while. You’re such a spirited little prey.”

Nickit’s tiny body trembled, his breaths quick and uneven, as the tight, slick chamber of her mouth pressed around him.

Every shift of her tongue, every flick of her tail, every purr and playful murmur from Fyna made him realize he was trapped in the most unexpected, terrifyingly weird place imaginable.

Fyna let out small giggles, the soft sound vibrating through her throat. Sunlight filtered between her sharp fangs, casting faint streaks of light across the inside of her mouth.

Nickit’s tail brushed against her uvula again, eliciting a stronger burst of laughter from her. Her body trembled slightly as she tried to stifle it, tail flicking nervously.

“Oh, you little rascal,” Fyna murmured through her purrs, “do you really think that tickling is going to help you escape? You’re much too clever for your size… but clever alone won’t save you.”

Nickit’s forepaws clawed at her uvula and the soft sides of her mouth. “I… I’m not going in! I’m not going to let you eat me!” he protested, muffled but firm.

Fyna’s eyes sparkled as she leaned back, tilting her head. “Oh, don’t be so stubborn,” she said playfully, her purrs rumbling through the tight space. “I’m just taking my time. I like to savor the moment before you tumble all the way in.”

Nickit’s claws scrabbled along her inner cheeks, and with a desperate twist, he grabbed hold of two of her fangs. “I… I won’t let you! You’re not eating me!” he said, voice muffled but determined.

Fyna let out a soft laugh, tilting her head forward slowly, opening her mouth wide. “Oh? Really? You think holding onto those will be enough?” she teased. “You’re spirited… I do admire that, but I’ve seen this before. Every brave little fighter thinks they can slip away, and yet here you are.”

Nickit’s heart raced. He leapt along her tongue as fast as he could, claws scrabbling for grip. Fresh air brushed against him as his upper body emerged from her mouth. “I’m out! I’m free!” he gasped, gasping for a breath of cool air.

Before he could shout, before he could warn Thievul and the female Nickit, Fyna’s forepaws came down with a swift, playful precision. They pinned him lightly but firmly, her jaws snapping shut around him once again with a muffled, soft clack.

“Ah-ah-ah,” Fyna purred, her tail flicking. “Did you really think I’d let you just slip away? Not so fast! You’re far too tasty to let go so easily.”

Nickit struggled, twisting and thrashing against her grip. “L-let me go! I… I’m not… I’m not yours!”

Fyna’s jaws shifted slightly, adjusting him inside. She chuckled, eyes glinting with delight. “Oh, you’re very lively, I’ll give you that. I was starting to wonder if you’d keep me entertained or just slide straight in quietly. This… this is much better.”

“I… I’m not… I’m not going in!” Nickit squeaked, tail brushing nervously against her throat, claws digging for any purchase.

“You’ll see,” Fyna murmured, tilting her head with a teasing grin. “Every little struggle, every tiny claw and paw… it only makes it more fun for me. Don’t fight too hard—you’ll get tired. But even then, I’m patient. I always get what I want.”

Nickit’s limbs flailed, paws scrabbling against her inner cheeks. His tail brushed again, and Fyna’s soft purrs resonated around him. “Mmm… so feisty! So very feisty. I love it when they fight, makes it all the more enjoyable.”

“You… you’re… you’re enjoying this!” Nickit muttered through muffled squeaks, the confined, warm interior pressing against him.

“Of course I am,” Fyna said, tail flicking. “I’m going to make sure you don’t forget this little lesson. Now, settle in… in just a moment, you’ll see how cozy it can be when I finally tuck you in properly.”

Nickit struggled like crazy inside Fyna’s mouth, his small body twisting and wriggling against the slick, warm walls. Every movement made her puffed-out cheeks bulge, showing just how tightly he was held.

“Ha! You’re lively, I’ll give you that!” Fyna purred, tail flicking playfully. “Trying to squirm your way out, are you? Every wiggle makes this far more fun than I expected.”

Nickit thrashed, trying to push against her tongue with his paws. “I-I’m not going in! Let me out!” he squeaked, tail brushing against the moist, warm space behind her teeth.

Fyna giggled softly, her amber eyes sparkling. She nudged him with her tongue, tossing him from side to side. “Oh, you really think that will help? No, no… that’s not how this works.”

She licked him eagerly as he struggled, purring low in her throat. “Mmmmmm…”

Nickit’s tail brushed against her uvula, and he tried to tickle her again, but Fyna tilted her head back abruptly. “Oh? Trying that trick again?” she murmured, amused. Her tongue nudged him, and suddenly he lost his balance, slipping past her uvula.

A noticeable bulge appeared in her neck as Fyna gasped softly, feeling him slowly sliding downward.

The warm, slick walls of her mouth guided him, pulsing gently with each beat of her throat. The soft ridges of her tongue pressed against his sides while the inner cheeks stretched slightly to accommodate him.

The humid scent of her mouth filled his senses, and the faint vibration of her purr ran along the walls around him.

“Ah… moving so well,” Fyna murmured, eyes half-closed, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “Don’t fight too hard… I want to savor every wriggle before you go all the way down.”

Her tail flicked, brushing against the branch she balanced on. “The ones who fight the most are the most memorable.”

Nickit dug his claws into the slippery walls, but the slick, warm lining of her throat made it impossible to hold. “I… I’m not… I’m not going in!” he gasped, muffled and desperate.

Fyna pressed a soft paw against the bulge that marked him moving down, gently pushing him while letting her jaws stay firm.

“Oh, you’re stubborn! That makes it even better. I can feel every little effort you make… so lively, so… spirited. Perfect!” Her voice was playful, teasing, deliberate.

The bulge slid deeper, guided by the soft, pulsing muscles of her throat.

The warmth of her body pressed around him, the slight pressure of her esophagus like a gentle, unyielding slide.

Each movement made her throat flex and relax rhythmically, pushing him along despite his struggles.

Nickit clawed desperately, trying to dig into the smooth, slick walls, but every grip slipped as the soft tissue contracted and shifted.

He shivered at the heat and the tightness, the faint scent of Fyna’s last meals mingling with the damp warmth around him.

Fyna’s eyes gleamed with amusement. “Mmm… feisty, aren’t you? Just a little further until you reach my belly… I want to feel every wiggle as you travel.” She patted the bulge with her paw, smiling as it slowly disappeared beneath her collarbone.

Finally, Nickit landed softly on her rounded, pudgy belly with a muffled WHUMP. The soft flesh beneath him sloshed faintly, bouncing and settling as Fyna let out a satisfied hum. Her tail flicked lazily behind her, ears twitching in amusement.

“Mm… that’s one and two to go,” Fyna said, patting her middle with a small sigh. “I must say, that was far more entertaining than I expected. You’re spirited… I’ll give you that.”

Nickit tried to shift, limbs pressing weakly against the soft surface, but Fyna remained seated on her butt, flicking her tail and ears lazily. “Relax… You are not going anywhere yet. Yummy, yummy in my tummy,” she said, letting out a soft, playful urp.

“I… I’m trapped!” Nickit squeaked, muffled beneath her soft folds.

“I know,” Fyna replied, chuckling. “And that’s exactly how I like it. Patience, little one… there’s plenty of time before the next phase.” She cleaned her teeth with a claw, tail flicking playfully, her eyes glinting with amusement.

Inside Fyna, Nickit looked around frantically. The space was enormous for someone his size, but it was also stifling.

The walls pulsed rhythmically with every beat of her heart, soft and elastic yet unyielding.

Damp heat coated his fur, making his eyes water and his small paws slip slightly against the slick, warm lining.

The air smelled sharp and tangy, a mix of residual meals and digestive acids that made him gag involuntarily.

Beneath his feet, a shallow pool of stomach fluids rippled with his every movement. Floating in the viscous liquid were tufts of fur and half-digested bits of bags, clearly belonging to Simipour and Braixen.

Every gurgle of her belly echoed like a drum, vibrating through the walls around him, sending shivers down his spine.

“Ah… you’re feisty!” Fyna’s voice rumbled from above, playful and teasing. “I must admit, you were extremely tasty, little one, but snack-sized… barely enough to wet my appetite.”

She let out a low chuckle. “Don’t worry, you won’t be alone for long. Another Nickit and a Thievul are waiting on the menu just for me.”

Nickit struggled desperately, pressing his small paws against the pulsing walls. He tried to strike, hoping to induce discomfort and perhaps force her to release him, but the walls flexed with his movements, absorbing each hit.

“Ah! That’s perfect!” Fyna purred, her tone teasing, almost indulgent. “Don’t stop, little wriggler. I’m enjoying this inner massage so much…”

She began rubbing her large belly in slow, deliberate circles, her tail flicking happily behind her. “Every push and pull you make… mmm… it feels just right!”

Nickit slipped and lost his balance as Fyna rose to her feet, her rounded middle swaying between her legs.

He tumbled onto his back, splashing in the pool beneath him, the thick fluid sticking to his fur.

He groaned and tried to shake it off, slipping and sliding in the warm, acidic bath.

“Ohhh… careful there, little one,” Fyna called over her shoulder, flicking her tail lazily. “Get comfortable… I have a Nickit and a Thievul waiting, so you might as well enjoy the ride while it lasts.”

She began bounding along the branches with surprising grace, each branch creaking faintly beneath her weight.

Inside, Nickit was jostled from side to side. The stomach walls shifted and rippled with every motion, slick fluids sloshing around him, letting out muffled yelps and squeaks.

“Whoa! Stop! Too much, too much!” Nickit squeaked, trying to dig his claws into the soft, slick walls for stability, but the slick lining offered no purchase. The pulsing flesh and warm, damp air pressed against him constantly, the echoes of her purr vibrating through his chest.

“Ah, ah… careful, little wriggler!” Fyna’s voice rang, playful and teasing. “You’re moving so well… I love feeling every squirm. Just a little longer, and I’ll have the others. Don’t worry, you’ll see them soon enough… well, at least once they are stored inside me!”

Nickit twisted, trying to keep his balance as the pool of fluids sloshed beneath him. “N-no! I won’t—ugh!” His muffled cries mixed with the gurgling around him, each heartbeat of Fyna’s middle sending tremors through the slick chamber.

Fyna laughed softly, her tail flicking in rhythm with her stride on the branches. “There you go… perfect little wriggles… yes, yes, that’s exactly what I like! So lively, so energetic… you make this so much more entertaining!”

Every jolt of movement made the stomach walls squish and stretch around him, the slick acid-coated surface pressing and sliding against his fur.

Nickit’s claws scraped fruitlessly, his tail flicked helplessly in the pool of fluids beneath him, and the scent of her previous meals mingled with the warm, pulsing air, making him gag again.

“Relax… there’s no escaping,” Fyna teased, her purrs vibrating through the walls. “But don’t fret… this is part of the fun! Every squirm, every muffled yelp, every desperate little claw—oh, it all adds to my amusement!”

Nickit tried to roll, to dig, to brace, but every movement only made him shift deeper into the slick, elastic space. The walls stretched and contracted with each motion of her stride, pulsing in time with her heartbeat and her purring.

Fyna’s tail swayed in time with her balance, brushing lightly against her sides, making soft slapping noises that resonated through her stomach and reached Nickit’s ears like teasing echoes.

“Keep moving, little one!” Fyna laughed, tail flicking. “Your struggles… they’re a gift! You’re adding to my comfort, my strength… and I can’t wait to have the others join you. I hope they’re as lively as you!”

Nickit groaned and flailed, tiny claws slipping on the slick walls, fur sticking to the viscous fluids, eyes watering from the heat and the smell.

Every gurgle of her belly, every vibration of her purr, sent shivers down his spine, and he could only squeak helplessly as the playful predator made the situation even more precarious.

Fyna crouched low in the thick foliage, her eyes glinting through the shadows as she watched Thievul and the female Nickit wandering through the clearing below.

She twirled her tail idly around a sturdy branch, her claws digging lightly into the wood, and licked her lips with a slow, amused motion.

“Hmmm… I wonder where their little friend wandered off to,” she murmured to herself, her voice a soft purr that blended with the rustle of leaves. “He can’t have gone too far… can he?”

The Thievul sniffed the air, tilting his head. “He… he couldn’t have gotten lost, right? He’s fast…”

The female Nickit’s voice rose, anxious and loud. “Hey! Where are you? Come back! This isn’t funny!”

Fyna let out a quiet, throaty chuckle, hidden behind the thick leaves. “Oh, it won’t take too long for them to see their friend again…” she murmured, tail flicking in amusement. She licked her lips, her rounded belly shifting slightly as an impatient growl rumbled from within.

Inside her, Nickit squealed, his small voice muffled by the warm, slick walls. “Help! Someone help me! I’m in trouble!”

Outside, only a faint, muffled whisper reached the other Pokémon. Fyna’s ears perked sharply at the sound, and she smirked, flicking her tail in satisfaction.

Nickit scrambled inside her stomach, pressing his snout and forepaws against the walls. He tried to stretch upward, making himself visible along the curve of her belly. The slick, pulsing walls squished around him as he pushed, and the slight warmth and dampness clung to his fur.

Fyna’s ears twitched, and she glanced over her shoulder with a playful, predatory smile. Her paw rested lightly on the branch for balance, her tail swaying lazily behind her. With a deliberate movement, she nudged the spot where Nickit was pressing with the knee of her hindleg.

BLORP!

The sudden movement sent him tumbling back toward the center of her belly. “Ack!” he cried, startled, his small body jostling in the warm, slick cavity. The stomach walls shifted, bulging slightly with his movement, and the soft acids beneath him sloshed as he landed.

Fyna chuckled, the sound low and amused, and patted her side with the tip of her tail. “Patience, little one,” she murmured, her voice playful. “I don’t want you to ruin the surprise for your friends just yet.” Her round belly rumbled in response to the motion, the sound echoing faintly around Nickit like a drum.

A soft, impatient growl rose from her gut, vibrating through the walls that held him, and she licked her lips again, glancing down at the bulge he made against her middle. “Mmm… so lively, so spirited… just how I like them. You’ll get to see them soon enough, don’t worry. I just want to savor this moment first.”

Nickit tried to scramble, pushing and pawing at the walls, but the elastic, pulsing lining kept him contained. “I… I won’t… I won’t be part of this!” he squeaked, his small limbs pressing against the slick flesh. Each effort made the walls ripple, and her belly shifted with a gentle, teasing bounce.

“Oh, you’re squirmy today!” Fyna purred, flicking her tail in delight.

She shifted her weight slightly, causing the branch beneath her to creak faintly, and Nickit lost his grip for a moment, sliding slightly in the slick warmth of her stomach. “No! I’m not going to—!” he squeaked, muffled as her stomach walls hugged him snugly.

“Shhh… don’t be impatient,” Fyna teased, tapping her paw against her belly and ruffling her fur with a satisfied hum. “The surprise is the best part. The moment I strike… oh, it’ll be perfect. I can hardly wait to feel you squirm all the way through…” She flicked her ears, her eyes narrowing slightly in playful calculation.

Nickit’s tiny body flopped against the slick, elastic walls again, trying to dig in and stabilize himself. “Please! I… I don’t want this!” he cried, gagging slightly from the damp heat and the smell that clung to the walls around him.

“Ahh, don’t fight too hard, little one,” Fyna cooed, tail flicking lazily over the branch. “You’re only making it better for me. Mmm… I want to savor every moment before your friends arrive…”

Her belly rumbled again, a soft, teasing growl that vibrated through the warm chamber around him.

Nickit groaned, slipping and sliding as the slick walls shifted with her weight. “No! Stop teasing me!” he squeaked, muffled and frantic, claws sliding against the slick lining as he tried in vain to brace himself.

Fyna chuckled, her large frame shifting slightly to let the bulge he made jiggle teasingly against her. “Oh, I won’t stop… not yet. You’re far too tasty to rush. Relax… enjoy the ride while it lasts. Your friends will be here soon enough… and then, the fun really begins!”

Nickit groaned, muffled and helpless, as the stomach walls flexed around him, the slick fluids sloshing beneath his tiny paws. Her purrs vibrated through the chamber, sending shivers down his spine, and the warmth of her belly pressed gently yet firmly against every side of him.

Fyna swayed her belly gently from side to side, a smug smirk curling across her lips. The thick, rounded mass of her stomach jiggled with every movement, making the branch beneath her creak faintly as her weight shifted.

From inside, Nickit’s muffled voice rose in panic. “Hey! Stop! I—agh!” he shouted, splashing in the slick pool of stomach fluids beneath his feet.

Leftovers clung stubbornly to his fur, tugging at him and making it impossible to get a solid grip. Each shift of her belly sent him sliding, unable to keep his balance.

Fyna chuckled deeply, the sound vibrating through her chest and into the stomach walls around him.

“Oh, come on now, little wriggler… you should at least give me a five-star rating for my accommodations,” she teased, her tail flicking lazily as she lightly slapped her own belly.

The thick flesh bounced and sloshed, sending a ripple through the stomach cavity that made Nickit groan in discomfort.

“Ngh! It’s too slippery! I… I can’t stand it!” he squeaked, flailing as the slick walls pressed against him.

“Ha! See? It’s a little chaotic, isn’t it?” Fyna said, leaning back slightly, her eyes closing with a satisfied hum. “But that’s all part of the experience. I hope you’re enjoying yourself… I really do.” She gave another playful slap to her belly, and a small burp escaped her lips. She licked them casually and murmured, “Ah… that feels a bit better. A little less bloated now.”

Inside, the heat pressed against Nickit from all sides. His eyes watered, and the smell of the stomach fluids made him gag as he tried to brace himself.

He struck at the stomach walls again with his paws, desperate to find leverage, but the fleshy lining pushed him back toward the center. The gurgles of her digestive motions echoed like drums, mocking him with every bump.

“Stop! Please… don’t—!” Nickit whined, his small body slipping helplessly.

Fyna purred, the deep vibration of her chest washing through the walls that held him. “Oh, no, no, no… you’re not going anywhere just yet,” she cooed teasingly.

“I hope you last a long time in there,” she murmured, patting her belly with her paw. “Your little massages are amazing… so lively, so strong… I can feel them.”

“I’m not a massage! Stop saying that!” Nickit yelled, muffled, sloshing in the warm, slick fluid.

Fyna flicked her ears and tilted her head back slightly, smirking as the bulges of his movements pressed against her belly. “Oh hush, little one… you are a massage. Every wiggle counts. Every little squeak, every splash… it’s all part of the experience. I hope you know I’m savoring every moment.”

Nickit struggled again, trying to stabilize himself on the slick, pulsing walls. “I… I don’t want to be here! Let me out!”

“You’re not going anywhere,” Fyna teased, bouncing her belly just slightly, making the fluids swirl beneath him and causing his limbs to flail helplessly. “Honestly… that’s not true, you are going to my ass after my stomach deals with you~”

“No! Stop! I’m not food!” Nickit shouted, his voice muffled by the slick warmth surrounding him.

Fyna chuckled and licked her lips again. “Oh, you are… so tasty. Just relax… or at least pretend to. The fun has only just begun, little wriggler.” Her tail flicked playfully as the branch beneath her creaked faintly with her weight, and her belly bounced slightly, sending new ripples through the stomach cavity.

Nickit let out another muffled yelp as he slid slightly in the slick fluids, trying to brace himself against the walls. “I… I can’t! It’s too hot! Too slippery!”

“Shhh… don’t fight too hard,” Fyna purred. “You’ll make the ride better for both of us if you just… wiggle naturally. Every little splash, every squirm… I can feel it. Keep it up, little one. Your efforts are being noted.”

The stomach walls rippled with each of Nickit’s attempts to regain balance, and a gentle, playful burble escaped from Fyna as she bounced her belly again. “See? Perfect. Keep it up, little wriggler. I love this. I really do…”

Fyna’s eyes glimmered as she stared at Thievul and the female Nickit a short distance away. Her sharp gaze quickly landed on a sturdy tree nearby. With a flick of her tail, she let out a low growl and unleashed a Dark Pulse at the trunk. The bark splintered with a loud CRACK, sending debris flying in all directions.

Thievul froze, and the female Nickit let out a startled gasp. “What—what was that?” she cried, looking around nervously.

Fyna’s lips curled into a mischievous smirk. “That should keep them distracted,” she murmured to herself, hidden behind the thick foliage. Her ears twitched in anticipation.

Before either of them could react further, she leapt from her hiding spot. The branch beneath her groaned under her weight, but she moved with astonishing speed, landing behind them with a heavy THUMP that made the leaves shake.

When both of them turned, before they could spot her, Fyna used Agility to sprint faster despite her heavy frame.

The female Nickit spun around, eyes wide, about to warn Thievul. “Thievul, watch—” she started, but Fyna was faster. Her jaws opened wide in a swift, precise motion, and with a soft but firm HOMPH, she caught the female Nickit in mid-motion and her phrase was cut short.

Thievul’s eyes widened in shock. “What—! When he heard muffled MMPHHHS behind him he turned and spotted Fyna with the female Nickit's lower body sticking out of her mouth. Fyna purred, slurping up the female Nickit and tossing her from side to side, her tongue nudging and pressing gently against her, coating her in saliva.

“Thievul!” She whimpered as she struggled inside Fyna’s mouth. “H-help me!”

The female Nickit let out muffled whimpers as Fyna licked her eagerly, her tail flicking behind her with every movement.

“Mmmmmmmm~” Fyna purred, enjoying her prey’s amazing taste, tail swaying lazily behind her. “Sooooo good…”

Before sending her down, Fyna opened her jaws wide just enough to let the female Nickit gasp for air, slick and coated in saliva, her tiny paws scrabbling against the slick roof of Fyna's mouth.

“Help!” She tried to struggle but she was too wet and weakened to give Fyna a proper fight. “I don’t want to be eaten!!”

Fyna’s eyes flicked toward Thievul, purring deeply as she teased, “Looking for your friend? Not so fast…”

As the Nickit twitched and struggled, Fyna’s tongue nudged her back toward the center of her mouth. With a swift snap of her jaws, she closed them around the struggling prey, gently nibbling her for a few seconds and pushing her toward the back of her throat with her tongue.

Fyna tilted her head back deliberately, letting gravity and her powerful jaws do the work. The Nickit’s form slid smoothly down in a swift, controlled motion, creating a visible bulge that moved slowly down her neck until it disappeared beneath her collarbone.

Fyna exhaled through her nose, the corners of her lips twitching in a pleased grin. “Hmm… that was easier than I thought,” she murmured to herself, patting her belly lightly with one forepaw.

Her tail flicked contentedly behind her, leaving the air around her vibrating slightly with the weight of her satisfied purr.

Thievul staggered back, his ears flat against his head, still staring at the spot where his companion had vanished. Fyna crouched slightly, readying herself for her next move, her eyes glinting with the thrill of the hunt.

Fyna licked her lips, her tail swaying slowly behind her as she felt the female Nickit struggle inside her esophagus, the little Pokémon pressing against the fleshy walls, trying desperately to stop her descent.

“Heh… you’re really trying, aren’t you?” Fyna purred, her voice low and teasing, feeling the small, squirming movements of her prey. “But don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get the full experience.”

Inside, the entrance to Fyna’s stomach loomed ahead, a fleshy tunnel pulsing with warmth and moisture. The female Nickit gasped in surprise as gravity and the slippery walls sent her sliding down, landing on the male Nickit, who yelped in shock.

Fyna’s belly gurgled approvingly, a deep, resonant sound, and her pudgy middle bounced slightly with the motion, settling a moment later with a soft sloshing sound.

The female Nickit immediately panicked. She scrambled to her feet, her fur slick with the stomach’s dampness, and glanced frantically around. “N-no… no, this can’t be happening!” she cried, tears threatening to spill.

She tried to push against the pulsating walls, scratching at the thick flesh in desperation. “Please! Please let me out! I—I don’t want this!” Her voice quavered as it echoed off the interior, mixing with Fyna’s gurgling and heartbeat, creating a disorienting, overwhelming cacophony.

Outside, Fyna’s ears perked up at the muffled whimpers. With a faint smirk, she glanced over her shoulder and tapped the side of her round belly with the knee of her hind leg.

The impact caused the female Nickit to lose her precarious grip and tumble back onto the slick surface of Fyna’s stomach fluids. “Aw, careful there,” Fyna purred, her voice teasing. “You’ve got to stay still if you want to enjoy the ride.”

The female Nickit let out a startled yelp, splashing in the thin pool of stomach fluids beneath her and trembling as she tried to process everything. “W-what… what is this place?!” she squeaked, her paws pressing against the slick, warm walls as she struggled to maintain her balance.

From behind her, muffled but recognizable, came the male Nickit’s voice. “Hey! I’m here! It’s okay… I—I’ll protect you,” he said, trying to comfort her, though his own voice quivered with fear. “Thievul… Thievul will find a way to save us, I promise!”

The female Nickit’s eyes widened as she realized her friend was behind her. She let out a shuddering breath and hugged him tightly between sobs, relief mingled with terror.

“I thought… I thought I was alone!” she whispered, her voice muffled and shaky, fur slick against the warmth around them. “I can’t… I can’t believe this… it’s all… so… overwhelming!”

Fyna’s tail flicked slowly behind her, her ears twitching as she purred softly. “Oh… you two are very… lively,” she murmured, her voice echoing lightly across the forest floor. “I think I’m going to enjoy having both of you… for a little while.”

Her eyes glimmered with mischievous anticipation, and she gently shifted her weight, making her belly bounce slightly, causing both Nickits to stumble and gasp as they clung to each other.

“W-we… we have to get out of here!” the female Nickit pleaded, pressing her paws against the soft, pulsing walls, trying to push off.

“Stay calm,” the male Nickit replied, his voice trembling. “We’ll think of something… we just have to stick together!”

Fyna let out a low, teasing purr. “Oh… don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere yet. You’re far too interesting to rush.” Her tail flicked with amusement as she settled back onto her haunches, her ears twitching, and the gurgling in her stomach rumbled softly, like a reminder of the weight of her new ‘guests.’

Fyna let out a satisfied sigh, a small burp escaping her lips as her pudgy belly gurgled in contentment. She fixed her dark eyes on Thievul and smiled, the corners of her mouth twitching into a mischievous grin.

“Mmm… you look a little lost there,” she purred, tilting her head slightly, her tail flicking lazily behind her. “Are you thinking of saying something? Don’t be shy… I always enjoy a compliment now and then.”

Thievul blinked, dumbfounded. His mouth hung open as he tried to process what had just happened. Beneath Fyna’s round, pulsating middle, he could hear muffled cries and see small, rhythmic bulges shifting beneath the thick layer of fur and fat.

His ears flattened, and he took a step back, heart pounding in his chest. “W-why… why did you do to them?!” he demanded, his voice trembling slightly.

Fyna’s ears flicked, and she let out a low, amused chuckle. “Oh, they were very… appetizing,” she said, her tone teasing. “They wandered where they shouldn’t have, and now they’re just… taking a little detour.”

She shifted her weight slightly, making her belly bounce and slosh faintly, causing another muffled yelp to echo from within. “Such lively little snacks,” she murmured, patting the round middle with one forepaw as it quivered slightly under her touch.

Thievul’s eyes narrowed, and he growled, attempting to muster courage. “You… you have to let them go! This isn’t right!”

Fyna tilted her head and gave him a toothy grin, her fangs catching the light through the leaves. “Oh, I’m afraid it’s a bit late for that,” she said, her tail flicking playfully. “You made a poor choice wandering into my territory… now they’re simply… waiting to be digested.”

Her voice was calm, teasing, and carried a mock sense of instruction, as if lecturing a misbehaving pupil.

“You… you can’t just—” Thievul started, but Fyna interrupted him with a soft laugh, the sound deep and resonant like a rumble rolling through the forest floor.

“They can’t complain now, can they?” she said, shifting slightly to reveal her huge, rounded ass. The soft flesh jiggled with the movement, catching Thievul’s eye immediately.

Fyna’s tail swayed and tapped the right side of her butt with the tip in a playful gesture. “See? They’ll end up right here… just like you,” she added, the corner of her mouth curling in amusement. “If you want a body like this, it requires… very caloric meals. Very… rewarding meals.”

Thievul’s jaw tightened, and he took a cautious step back, ears flattening. “You—you monster…!” he said, voice wavering. “Those are my friends! You can’t just—”

“Monster?” Fyna echoed, tilting her head and letting out a small, throaty laugh. “I prefer… disciplined predator,” she replied, the dark gleam in her eyes unwavering.

“They didn’t heed my warning… now they’re helping me maintain my figure. You should try complimenting me—honest words do wonders for my mood.”

Thievul clenched his teeth, glaring, though he couldn’t help but glance at Fyna’s bouncing belly and rounded rump, both swaying slightly as she shifted her weight, patting the middle with a forepaw. “I—this… isn’t over,” he growled, though his voice was tinged with awe at the sheer presence of the liepard.

“Oh? Not over?” Fyna purred, leaning forward slightly so that the muscles in her shoulders rippled under her fur. “I hope you understand they won’t be going anywhere, not for a while.”

She let out a soft, satisfied hum, her tail flicking behind her in lazy amusement as the gurgles beneath her fur echoed faintly again. “Mmm… so lively. I love it when my meals are… energetic.”

She swayed one last time, giving her rump a playful wiggle and tapping it again with the tip of her tail. “And remember,” she added, voice lilting and teasing, “getting a body like mine… takes dedication, and very… filling meals.”

Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she awaited Thievul’s reaction, the forest around them hushed except for the faint gurgles and muffled noises emanating from her belly.

Thievul’s jaw tightened, ears flattened, and he growled, voice trembling slightly. “Let them go! Now!” His eyes darted to the subtle bulges under her fur and the faint muffled cries that echoed from her belly, and his tail twitched in frustration.

Fyna’s ears flicked, and a low, playful purr rolled from her throat. “Make me,” she replied, her tone defiant and teasing. She licked her lips slowly, eyes glinting with mischief.

“You’re going to be joining them sooner or later, whether you like it or not. Don’t worry… you should consider it an honor. You’re going to pad me out amazingly.” Her thick stomach rumbled in a deep, hungry gurgle, punctuating her words like a drumbeat.

Thievul’s fur bristled, and he tried to hide the flicker of fear in his eyes, planting his feet firmly. “I won’t… I won’t let you take them!” he said, voice shaky but determined. “I will save them… I’ll stop you!”

Fyna tilted her head, letting out a confident, throaty laugh. “Ha!” she purred, her tail flicking behind her with lazy amusement. “It’s always the same, until their determination… ends up right where mine says it belongs.” She shifted slightly, making her belly sway from side to side as the gurgles echoed faintly, a teasing reminder of her control.

Inside her belly, the female Nickit’s sobs grew louder. She pressed her paws against her face, knees drawn close as she tried to hide, her small body trembling.

“We’re… we’re done for,” she whispered between sobs, voice muffled by the thick, fleshy walls around her. “We’re going to be… digested… by an oversized… cat.”

The male Nickit shuffled closer, trying to steady her, his own eyes wide and ears pinned back. “Hey… hey, don’t lose hope,” he said, voice quivering as he patted her back with a trembling paw. “We… we have to trust Thievul. He’ll… he’ll save us.”

The female Nickit peeked through her paws, wiping tears from her cheeks. “I… I hope so…” she whispered, voice small and shaky, glancing at the slick, slimy, pulsating walls around her.

The heat pressed down on her, dampening her fur, and the acrid smell mixed with the pulsing fluids made her gag slightly. She shivered despite trying to stay seated, feeling the viscous slickness beneath her paws as her tears slid across her cheeks.

Fyna’s voice echoed around the hollow chamber of her belly, rich and playful. “Aw, don’t criticize my belly accommodations,” she purred, tone teasing. “You’re only here because you wandered into my territory… and a small punishment is deserved for that.”

Her thick stomach swayed from side to side, nudging them gently, and a few sloshes of her fluids rippled beneath their paws.

The Nickits yelped, slipping and colliding with each other and the walls as the viscous fluid sloshed, causing small splashes against their fur. “Oof! Hey—watch out!” the female Nickit squeaked, trying to push herself upright.

“I—ahh!” the male Nickit cried, trying to maintain balance, but the slick floor and the shifting walls made it impossible. Every time they scrambled to a corner, the soft, pulsing walls nudged them back, and the gurgling echoed like a mockery around them.

Fyna chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through the fleshy chamber. “There we go… good little helpers for my belly. See? Even struggling gives me… such a delightful massage.”

She rubbed her thick sides slowly with her paws, tail swishing lazily, and glanced back over her shoulder at Thievul through the trees.

“The clock is ticking,” she teased, eyes gleaming as she winked at him, her dark grin wide and confident. “Better hurry, if you want to save them…”

Thievul’s fur bristled, jaw clenched, and tail stiff, but the sight of Fyna’s massive frame, swaying and alive with energy, sent a shiver down his spine. Beneath the thick fur and round curves, the muffled squeaks and desperate yelps of the Nickits reminded him of the stakes—and of the cunning predator he faced.

Fyna’s gurgling belly rumbled again, louder this time, as if punctuating the situation. “Tick-tock, tick-tock,” she purred softly, swaying her weight. “And don’t even think of complaining… you’ll all enjoy this in your own way.”

Her eyes sparkled with dark amusement, the forest around them silent except for the gentle creak of branches under her paws and the soft, unsettling gurgles from inside her thick, round middle.

The male Nickit’s fur bristled as he looked at his trembling friend. “Are you… okay?” he asked, voice shaking.

The female Nickit whimpered, wiping a slick paw across her face. “I… I’m covered in disgusting slime,” she mumbled, spitting out a small glob that had crept into her mouth. “It’s… it’s so gross! I hate this place… it’s damp, disgusting, hot, slimy, fleshy, smelly… everything about it is awful!” She slipped on the slick stomach fluids beneath her paws and tumbled onto her belly, letting out a long whimper. “I want… I want to get out!”

The male Nickit crouched beside her, trying to steady her with a paw on her back. “Don’t… don’t give up,” he said softly, his voice low but firm. “If we give up, it’s over… we have to keep trying.”

The gurgles echoed around them like mocking drums, vibrating through the thick, fleshy walls of Fyna’s belly. Warm, damp, sticky fluids clung to their fur, and the acrid, pungent heat pressed down, making their breaths shallow.

Small waves sloshed beneath them every time Fyna shifted, and the walls pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat, a constant reminder of her presence around them.

The male Nickit scrambled forward, pressing against the entrance to Fyna’s stomach, grunting as he tried to push the slick walls open. “Come on… just a little…” he muttered, claws digging into the slippery, yielding surface.

But the flesh pressed back with gentle but firm resistance, slick with moisture and lined with a thin layer of stomach fluids. The entrance refused to yield, and his paws slipped repeatedly.

Fyna’s ears twitched sharply, and she glanced over her shoulder, a darkly amused gleam in her eyes. “Naughty, naughty little Nickits… what are you plotting in there?” she purred, her voice echoing around the chamber.

“Do you really think you can outsmart me?” She chuckled, tail flicking lazily, the soft swish disturbing the branches beneath her paws. “Everything you try… it’s all futile. You’re going to become a part of me, whether you like it or not.”

Her round belly shifted gently as she spoke, producing a low gurgle that vibrated through the walls around the nickits, damp and warm, smelling faintly of her last meals.

The female Nickit squeaked softly, shivering. “She… she’s right… we’re trapped…” She tried to press herself against the walls to find purchase, but the damp flesh slid under her paws, slick and unyielding.

Every movement made a squelching sound, and the warm, humid air made her fur cling to her skin. Small sloshes of fluid lapped at her belly as Fyna shifted slightly above them.

From outside, Thievul’s eyes narrowed. “Hold on! I’ve got this!” he growled, baring his teeth. He crouched low, tail stiff, and leapt with a swift, precise motion, striking Fyna with First Impression.

The speed caught her completely off guard.

“ACK!” she yelped, her head snapping to the side and her eyes widening in surprise. She stumbled a few meters before halting, tail lashing behind her in a mix of irritation and excitement.

Inside, the Nickits tumbled slightly as the sudden motion rocked Fyna’s belly. Warm, damp flesh pressed against them, the fluids sloshing more violently, slicking their fur.

“W-what just—ugh!?” the female Nickit cried, almost toppling over. The gurgles echoed like a distorted drum, reverberating off the thick, fleshy walls and vibrating through their bodies.

The heat pressed down relentlessly, and the slick, pulsing walls made it nearly impossible to keep balance.

Fyna shook her head slowly, tail flicking with amusement. “Heh… that stung,” she admitted, purring despite herself. Her ears twitched as her large, round belly jiggled faintly. “I didn’t expect that, and… you know what?”

She licked her lips, a playful glint in her eye. “A prey who resists is always tastier.” Her voice rumbled as a low gurgle resonated through her stomach, the damp, warm walls flexing and pulsing against the Nickits as if punctuating her words.

The male Nickit growled, teeth gritting, tail flicking nervously. “We… we’re not done yet! You can’t—” He slipped on the slick stomach floor, splashing slightly in the fluid, but clawed forward again, his voice straining.

Fyna’s grin widened, her tail swishing slowly behind her. “Oh, I know you’re not done,” she purred. “And that’s what makes this fun. Every little struggle, every little squirm… it’s just more flavor for me to enjoy. Don’t think for a second that your efforts will save you.”

She shifted her weight again, a ripple running through her belly, squishing the nickits slightly as the damp walls flexed and gurgled around them.

The female Nickit whimpered again, her paws slipping in the warm, slick fluid. “I… I can’t… it’s too… hot and wet…” she muttered, shivering, sweat and stomach moisture clinging to her fur.

“You’ll get used to it,” Fyna teased, tilting her head slightly, tail flicking in amusement. “Eventually… you’ll see that being part of me isn’t so bad.”

Her belly rumbled loudly, the gurgles echoing throughout the chamber, making both Nickits shiver in the warm, pressurized, slightly acidic air.

Thievul growled, frustration evident in his eyes. “I… I have to save them!” he shouted, tail stiff, ears pressed back.

Fyna laughed softly, a rolling purr that made the ground vibrate slightly under her. “Try all you want, Thievul. The clock is ticking, and my belly waits for no one. Tick-tock, tick-tock…”

She swayed her enormous, round middle from side to side, making the warm, damp, gurgling interior of her belly press and slosh against the Nickits with each movement.

“Better get moving, little hero,” she teased, her voice lilting, “because your friends are already learning what happens when you wander into my territory.”

The Nickits shivered, soaked in her warm stomach fluids, slipping in the slick, damp walls, trying to brace against the pulsing, pulsating flesh.

Every gurgle echoed like a drumbeat of her presence, warm air and scent pressing in on them, while outside, Fyna’s tail flicked lazily and her ears twitched as she swayed, fully in control and savoring the helpless little sounds of her prey.

Thievul gritted his teeth, tail flicking nervously as he summoned a gust of Icy Wind, the frigid air cutting through the humid forest and causing leaves to shiver.

Fyna’s ears twitched at the edge of the cold gust, and with a graceful flick of her paws, she vanished from sight. Thievul spun around, eyes scanning the forest floor, heart pounding.

“Where—where did she go?” he muttered, claws digging into the mud as he tried to anticipate her next move.

A soft exhale brushed against his ear, warm and teasing. “Mmm… you smell amazing, Thievul,” Fyna whispered, her breath tickling him. “I almost… can’t help myself…”

Her voice trailed, teasing, playful, yet heavy with the implication of her hunger. Thievul spun, whipping around, jaws bared, using Night Slash in a desperate strike—but Fyna had already vanished again, leaving only the whisper of her tail brushing the leaves behind him.

“Where are you!?” Thievul growled, ears flat, claws scrabbling for footing as he spun again. The forest seemed alive with her movements, leaves rustling faster, the shadows stretching unnaturally as she prepared her next attack.

A low thrum of a voice sounded behind him, soft and rolling like velvet over stone. “Here I am…” Fyna’s paws hit the ground with astonishing speed, sprinting toward him, eyes locked, jaw slightly ajar.

Small embers flickered around her teeth, dancing in the dim forest light as she prepared to strike with Fire Fang, heat radiating from her fangs in tiny waves.

Inside her belly, the two Nickits were jostled from side to side, the pulsing walls of Fyna’s stomach flexing and slick with residual fluids from her previous meals.

The damp heat clung to them, their fur slicked and matted. “W-what now!?” the male Nickit squeaked, paws sliding against the squelching walls as they struggled to stabilize themselves.