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Nyxara keeps trying to prevent Violet from eating her, but unluckily for the Meowscarada she finds herself trapped within the Espeon she hates so much. Nyxara tries to give her indigestion to escape but it is like an inner massage for the smug alpha, who can't help but purr and enjoy the belly rubs as she taunts her favourite meal. Enjoy!
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“Impossible!” Nyxara hissed, struggling, flailing, and snapping her head back. “You can’t just—just take me like this!” Her voice echoed muffled against the slick inner walls, dampened by Violet’s controlled pressure.
Violet’s tail swayed behind her like a metronome, ears flicking in contentment. “Oh, my tasty kitty, such spirit! Keep massaging my esophagus,” she purred, pressing gently with her throat and upper stomach.
Gulp, gulp, gulp.
“Feel that, dear? My walls are guiding you perfectly… can you feel how I adjust to every move you make?”
Nyxara gasped, her chest pressing against the tight, warm passage. “Ugh, this is gross! Spit me out, you fat bitch!” she snapped, kicking and twisting her legs in frustration.
The fluids coating the walls clung to her fur and dampened her movements, making each struggle and push slippery, frustrating, and yet unavoidable. “I am not your prey! I am not going down without a fight, you hear me?!”
Violet hummed, tilting her head back slightly to send Nyxara further down between gulps. “Ah, cute petal,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing, “such a lively, determined kitty. I can’t wait to feel you struggle in my belly. Patience, dear… my body knows exactly what it’s doing.”
Nyxara’s arms stretched above her head as she tried to push, the slick interior walls of Violet’s esophagus resisting and then giving in, forcing her downward despite her efforts.
Her legs kicked desperately, slipping in the slick coating, trying to find purchase, but Violet’s muscles flexed in perfect rhythm, controlling her descent while keeping it safe and deliberate.
“You… you’re enjoying this too much!” Nyxara snapped, annoyed and panting.
“Indeed, dear,” Violet purred with a pleased smile, tail swaying behind her. “There’s nothing like the feeling of a strong, squirming meal in my throat.”
Her forepaws pressed lightly against Nyxara’s butt as her throat muscles pulsed, guiding Nyxara deeper, the fleshy walls contracting and relaxing in smooth, controlled waves.
Nyxara gritted her teeth, hissing as her arms pressed desperately against the muscular walls. “I am not some tasty snack for you! I’m a predator, and I fight back!” she spat, her voice muffled by the pressure and warmth surrounding her.
Fluids clung to her fur, dampening her chest and arms, and every motion wass met with resistance that carefully funneled her downward.
Violet tilted her head back, her jaws widening just slightly to ease Nyxara further. “A predator can still become a prey, dear kitty,” she murmured, purring softly. “And this is exactly why. You can only go deeper until you are safely stored inside me, I can’t wait.”
Nyxara kicked, hissed, and strained, but the rhythmic contractions of Violet’s upper stomach and esophagus, combined with the slick coating of fluids, made it impossible to resist. “I… I’ll… I’ll find a way out!” she hissed, gagging slightly as her head neared the entrance to Violet’s belly, nose wrinkling at the warm, slightly acidic interior.
Violet hummed, tail flicking, and purred again. “Ohoho… Mmmmrrrrrgggghhhh… See how the walls shift, giving just enough, helping you slide in while keeping you safe? That’s what a lady always does for her favorite meal.”
Her throat muscles pulsed in slow, deliberate waves, ensuring Nyxara continued her descent while the fleshy walls flexed to cradle and guide her, coating the Meowscarada in slimy fluids to ease her descent.
Nyxara groaned and hissed, arms flailing, legs kicking, fur damp and clinging. “You… you’re insufferable! Stop enjoying this so much!” she snapped, still trying to push against the rhythmic walls and the slick coating of fluids between chaotic struggles.
The bulge in Violet’s neck stretched and smaller bulges appeared on its curvature due to Nyxara’s desperate struggles which were completely useless to upset the Espeon.
The bulge kept going deeper and more and more of Nyxara’s body was slowly vanishing between Violet’s jaws.
Violet chuckled, the sound low and pleased. “This is amazing. You’re alive, lively, and I really want to make this moment last.
Gulp… gulp… gulp…
“MMMMMPPHHH!!! NO! NO! NOOOOOO!!”
Prrrrrrrrrrrrr…
“Now, settle in… we’ll go deeper, and you’ll feel every inch of how thoroughly a lady can guide her meal.” Her tail flicked once more, eyes gleaming with satisfaction, throat muscles contracting in gentle, powerful waves to escort Nyxara further into the warm, slick passage.
Nyxara tried desperately to halt her descent, extending her arms and pushing against the walls of Violet’s esophagus, but the muscular passage constricted around her, limiting her movements and forcing her downward.
She gagged violently, her eyes watering as the warm, slightly acidic air mixed with the foul, lingering scent of Violet’s stomach reached her face. Her nose wrinkled in discomfort, and she hissed and shouted, struggling futilely against the slick, yielding walls that pressed and guided her deeper.
“This is ridiculous! Spit me out or you will regret it!” she cried, her voice muffled and strained.
Outside, her lower body flailed helplessly, legs kicking in the air as Violet’s forepaws closed around them, pressing them together firmly, severely limiting Nyxara’s movements.
“Not a chance, beautiful flower,” Violet purred, tilting her head back to keep Nyxara at an almost vertical angle above her.
“You’ll go down slowly… a proper lady always savors her meal and takes her time.” Her tail flicked rhythmically behind her, swaying in satisfaction as she eagerly licked the Meowscarada’s body, purring softly.
Nyxara struggled, twisting and squirming, but the slippery walls clung to her fur and dampened her motions.
She let out a series of muffled hisses and protests. “I am not yours! I am not going down without a fight, you hear me?” she spat, feeling the warmth of Violet’s throat pressing against her sides, guiding her downward in gentle but unyielding waves.
Violet chuckled, a low, pleased sound vibrating through her chest. “Oh, darling, your struggles only make it better,” she murmured, her throat muscles pulsing rhythmically. “You are almost there, I am sure you will thank me later for giving you such special accomodations.”
Her jaws widened slightly to accommodate the bulk of Nyxara’s middle, the tongue flicking against her fur to ease the passage. She even nibbled gently, as if testing the resilience of her prey’s core.
“Such a lively little kitty… so determined, so flavorful,” Violet added with a satisfied hum, feeling the Meowscarada slip deeper.
“GRRRRRRRRR!!”
“Ohoho, your struggles are so ticklish,” she said, clearly enjoying the punches and pushes to her fleshy walls. “I am enjoying this too much, but it is time to end this.”
The bulge in Violet’s neck and upper chest sank further as Nyxara’s thighs pressed against the entrance to her throat, and the Espeon gagged, widening her jaws and tilting her head back more to help guide the wider portions past her maw. “Ah, you’re quite the handful, aren’t you?” she said, purring and flicking her tail.
“But every inch is worth it.” She swallowed deliberately, her throat muscles contracting in smooth waves to send Nyxara deeper, the inner walls of her esophagus pressing and giving just enough to guide the Meowscarada further while still resisting slightly, creating a careful, controlled descent.
Only Nyxara’s lower legs remained outside when Violet extended her tongue, coiling it around her ankles and calves.
Sluuuuuurrrrrrp…
She slurped them in, eagerly licking them and keeping them for a few seconds before preparing herself to finish her meal.
CLACK!
She snapped her jaws and tilted her head back after the legs were drawn in with a soft suction.
Nyxara kicked reflexively, letting out muffled protests, but Violet’s body severely limited her movements and the rhythmic contractions of her throat and upper stomach ensured she continued downward.
Gulp.
Violet opened her mouth and gasped for air, smiling as she felt her prey go deeper. Each motion send a delightful shiver down her spine, chuckling as she heard Nyxara’s muffled threats.
“Down you go, dear… You are mine…” She moaned in delight, feeling Nyxara tickling the walls of her esophagus.
Once the Meowscarada was fully inside, Violet followed the bulge with a paw, feeling it slide past her chest and beneath her ribs.
WHUMP!
Her stomach expanded as Nyxara settled, rounding out visibly and sending a muffled splash and an “oof” echoing softly as the Meowscarada bounced and sloshed for a few seconds before finally coming to rest.
Violet closed her eyes, purring with satisfaction, licking her lips as she rubbed her middle with both forepaws, swaying her hips slowly.
“You were delicious,” she murmured, her voice warm and satisfied. “And now you’re warm and inside me once again.”
Her tail flicked behind her, rhythmic and controlled, while her stomach rumbled contentedly, the walls gently kneading and adjusting around the Meowscarada inside. “Every struggle, every push… perfect. You’re exactly how I like my meals.”
Nyxara groaned muffledly, the heat and tightness around her making her hiss in frustration. “You… you’re a gluttonous fatass!” she managed to rasp, pushing the stomach walls with her arms and legs, only to be pushed back by Violet’s patient, controlled contractions.
BLORP!
“EEK!” Nyxara yelped, when the stomach walls pushed her back to the center of the fleshy chamber.
She fell on her back and splashed on the acids coating the fleshy floor, grunting in annoyance and discomfort.
She gagged, shaking her body to get rid of the disgusting slime but some clung stubbornly to her fur along with some leftovers of Violet’s previous meals.
“Brrrrrr…” Nyxara groaned, whipping her face with her paw to get rid of the fluids clinging to her fur, managing to clean herself a bit despite being trapped in such a hostile place.
“Mmh~”
Violet purred, tail swaying, and let out a soft chuckle. “Shh, a lady always enjoys a good, lively meal. And you’ve made this one quite special.”
She rubbed her belly again, feeling the Meowscarada settle inside, the slick inner walls coating her fully, and the rhythmic contractions massaging her prize deeper, keeping it perfectly contained.
Violet let out a satisfied sigh, patting her gut with a slow, deliberate rhythm.
The plush, rounded curve of her stomach shifted slightly under her touch, and she giggled softly as small bulges appeared and vanished across its surface—Nyxara’s punches, kicks, and flailing elbows pressing from inside.
“Oh my,” Violet murmured, her voice warm and teasing, “you really do put up a spirited fight. Don’t stop, I always love a good inner massage.”
Her tail flicked lazily behind her as she felt the Meowscarada’s attempts to push and escape.
Nyxara pressed her face and paws against the stomach walls, trying to make herself visible through the taut, yielding flesh.
Her voice was muffled and strained.
“You’d better let me out, or I’ll give you the worst indigestion of your life!”
The words barely carried through, swallowed by the soft, slippery confines of the Espeon’s stomach, yet Violet could hear the tone—the stubborn defiance that made her purr in amusement.
Violet’s gaze lowered to her rounded middle, and she crossed her forepaws elegantly in front of her chest, arching a brow and smiling as she watched the bulge of Nyxara’s body shift and bounce.
“Here we go, darling. Relax; it is just a childish tantrum,” she murmured with a condescending tone, feeling the rhythmic press and give of her muscles as her gut responded to each push.
The Meowscarada was gently bounced back and forth, her body trembling slightly in the warm, slick interior before the stomach walls slowly settled.
With a graceful movement, Violet let herself fall forward, her forepaws resting lightly on the floor, and slightly raised her butt, shaking it just enough for the gentle jiggle to transmit through her stomach.
She tilted her head and glanced over her shoulder at the imprisoned Meowscarada.
“Get comfortable, dear. Let my stomach take care of the rest.” She said, a small giggle escaping her.
“I wonder… what will you do this time? Try a reviver seed again, hmm? Or perhaps you’ll just become a permanent part of me, a lively addition to my bouncy curves.”
Her tail swayed in lazy arcs behind her, the tip flicking in time with her words as if punctuating the tease.
Nyxara’s muffled grunts were punctuated by a kick that pressed sharply against Violet’s side.
The Espeon felt the bulge slide and sink slightly, the soft, pliant walls of her stomach extending just enough to accommodate the pressure.
“Ah, so feisty,” Violet murmured, closing her eyes briefly and rolling her shoulders, “you really do keep me entertained.”
Yaaaawn~
She let out a yawn, curling her tongue delicately and letting it rest for a moment as she lowered her head again, the tip brushing the floor lightly.
Through the muffled protests, Nyxara spat a string of quiet, irritated words, “You… you’re the worst, Violet!!”
The sound pressed against the slick walls of the stomach, vibrating lightly in the plush interior.
Violet’s chuckle was soft but full of pleasure. “Oh, my lovely Meowscarada, such spirit. I do adore that fire of yours.”
She murmured, giving a slow pat to her middle, feeling the small bulges of resistance move in waves as her stomach muscles contracted and released.
“Now, kitty,” Violet continued, her voice both soothing and teasing, “why don’t you see if you can find your little bag? The clock is tinging, and who knows—maybe it’s already been digested by now.”
She flicked her tail in amusement, shifting her weight slightly to emphasize the rolling, pliant nature of her belly.
“I am such an efficient predator, you know… one gulp, one efficient stomach, and everything’s where it should be.”
The warmth and slickness of her inner walls made Nyxara hiss and thrash softly, the movement creating ripples that Violet followed with gentle presses of her paws.
Nyxara’s muffled voice spat another warning, “You’re insane! I’m not staying in here without a fight!”
Violet leaned slightly forward, tilting her head to watch the bulges ripple and shift.
“Insane? Perhaps. But oh, so effective,” she purred. “Look at you, all squirming and full of fire. Delightful.”
The Meowscarada pressed against the slick, warm walls, trying to shove herself upward again, but Violet’s stomach contracted around her in gentle, rhythmic waves, guiding her back deeper.
“Patience, darling,” Violet teased, her tail flicking lazily, “a proper lady always enjoys her meals slowly… and you are far too lively to rush.”
She rubbed her rounded belly with a forepaw, watching the small movements inside, the subtle ripples of muscle and fluid shifting with each twitch and push, and let out a small, pleased hum.
Inside Violet, the stomach walls pulsed in slow, deliberate rhythms with each beat of the Espeon’s heart, contracting and giving just enough for Nyxara to feel the plush, pressurized interior shifting beneath her.
The warm, fleshy chamber was surprisingly spacious, yet the heat pressed down on the Meowscarada like a thick blanket.
Every breath she drew was tinged with the sharp, acidic air, burning her throat and making her eyes water as she gagged against the oppressive environment.
The pool of digestive fluids swayed with each subtle movement Violet made, carrying with it fragments of half-chewed berries, soft fruits, stray feathers, and tufts of fur, floating lazily on the viscous surface beneath Nyxara’s feet.
Nyxara leaned against a stomach wall, pressing her knees against her stuffed middle, grimacing as sporadic spasms and small bulges from Violet’s muscles and inner contractions pushed unpredictably against her sides.
She patted the bulges lightly, muttering in frustration, “I don’t have time for massages or squishy belly gymnastics right now… I need to get out of here!”
The slime coating the interior clung to her fur, slippery and revolting, and Nyxara growled, brushing futilely against it, “Ugh… I hate getting dirty like this! This slime… it’s disgusting!”
Violet’s voice echoed softly around her, amused and teasing.
“Oh, Nyx,” she purred, her tone laced with pleasure, “after your last lively visit, I took measures to safeguard my insides.”
“You’ll find your attacks are… well, rather ineffective against them. I have to protect my little stomach, don’t I?”
She flicked an ear elegantly, tilting her head to one side, and added, “It’s adorable how stubborn you are, thinking you’ll get out.”
Nyxara bared her teeth in frustration, pressing her fists against the yielding stomach walls.
“I’m not giving up! You just wait, Violet! I’ll find a way out of this, and when I do, I’ll kick your big purple butt so hard—”
She thumped her fists again against the soft, resistant flesh to punctuate her words.
The walls pressed back against her blows in a gentle, unyielding rhythm, forcing her to adjust her stance and brace against the slick, slippery surface.
Violet’s tail swayed lazily behind her, and she purred with amusement, her voice vibrating through the chamber.
“Oh, my feisty little kitty, you really do make me giddy,” she murmured, a small chuckle escaping her as a burp threatened to escape.
She raised a delicate paw to her mouth, holding it elegantly back. “You always make me so… gassy, Nyx. Every time you struggle, my belly reacts… and I quite enjoy it.”
She shifted slightly, feeling the bulges of Nyxara’s movements ripple across her inner walls, the slime coating her fur giving her a slick surface to guide the Meowscarada deeper into the folds of her stomach as it kneaded and massaged in slow, deliberate waves.
Nyxara snapped her head to the side, her tail thrashing helplessly, glaring at the slick interior with narrowed eyes.
“Do you think I’m some kind of toy to squish around like this?!” she hissed, letting out a muffled growl that reverberated faintly through the viscous walls.
Her claws dug into the slippery lining, but each grip slipped against the slick, warm surface. “I swear… when I get out, I’ll make you regret this!”
Violet’s low, amused hum filled the chamber, the sound bouncing off the soft, fleshy walls.
“Oh, darling,” she teased, purring as her stomach pulsed again, nudging and pressing Nyxara’s body deeper into the gentle confinement. “It’s just a matter of time before my body finishes what it started. You’ll see… patience is a lady’s virtue.”
She shifted her weight slightly, pressing down a bit more while keeping her tail flicking like a metronome behind her, and added with a playful chuckle.
“And besides… I rather like it when you’re lively inside me. Makes the experience all the more delightful.”
Nyxara groaned, feeling the warm, sticky walls pulse against her fur and limbs, the slime coating her entirely now.
“You… you are insufferable!” she spat, her voice muffled against the tight, slick walls. “I’ll get out of here, Violet. Mark my words! And I’ll—”
Another wave of contraction from Violet’s stomach rolled over her, nudging her back toward the center of the chamber, leaving her flailing briefly before settling.
Violet let out a pleased hum, rubbing her stomach in slow, elegant circles as the small bulges caused by Nyxara’s flailing slid back into the slick folds of her interior.
“Relax, kitty,” she murmured, eyes closing briefly in satisfaction.
The warmth of her stomach, the gentle squeezing of her walls, and the slickness of her inner fluids made the Meowscarada’s limbs squirm uncontrollably, eliciting soft purrs of amusement from Violet as she observed the bulges shifting, sinking, and sliding with each movement.
Nyxara’s eyes darted around, her pride refusing to let her accept defeat.
“Great, just great,” she groaned as she tapped the barriers showing up around her. “This gluttonous jerk has her stomach protected by Safeguard and Protect.”
Violet giggled, smiling.
“Indeed, you gave me such a huge stomachache last time that I decided to be more cautious after eating you.”
Nyxara forced herself to settle slightly, letting the massive Espeon sit comfortably, but her mind raced.
Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted her satchel floating just beyond her reach, partially bobbing in the pool of acidic digestive fluids.
A groan of frustration escaped her as she stretched her arm, feeling the warm, slick interior pressing against her back and sides, her fingers scraping along the smooth, yielding walls.
To her immense relief, the bag had survived intact; the exterior was coated in a thin, slimy layer but nothing was damaged.
“Finally… a small victory,” she muttered through clenched teeth, tugging the bag closer until she could grasp it securely.
She opened it carefully, her claws scraping the fastened flaps, and retrieved two oran berries. Nyxara quickly tore the skins with her nails and popped them into her mouth, chewing with rapid, deliberate bites.
The sweet-tart taste was a balm to her frayed nerves, and she patted her own belly with a small, begrudging sigh of relief, feeling the sporadic movements of Azumarill and the others beneath her skin.
Their tiny twitches pressed through the bulging wall of her stuffed middle, sending quivers up her arms and torso.
“Well, they’re still surviving,” she said, laughing softly to herself, amused at how resilient the little trio had been.
“I’m honestly impressed… but I’m betting they’ll be padding out my ass soon enough!” She poked at the small bulges that rose and fell along the curvature of her stomach, her chuckle mixing frustration and contentment.
Nyxara tried to focus, plotting her next move, pressing against the slick walls of the stomach to see if she could shift her weight or create leverage, but she was abruptly interrupted.
A soft, melodic whistle echoed above her, making her flinch slightly.
Violet’s whiskers twitched with delight, and her tail flicked lazily behind her, moving like a metronome as she observed her meal.
“Aaaaaaah,” Violet purred, her voice vibrating faintly through the pulsing, slippery walls around Nyxara, “you’re quite industrious, aren’t you? Keep kicking and punching… it’s rather… soothing to me.”
Nyxara gritted her teeth, eyes narrowing as she pushed harder against the surrounding flesh, her limbs flailing in irritation.
“I’m not here to soothe you! Let me out and—ugh!” she hissed, feeling the warm, pliable walls of Violet’s stomach giving slightly, pressing back against her with each thud of her strikes.
Every punch and kick sent ripples across the slick, glistening interior, the acidic air stinging her nose and throat.
Violet’s low chuckle reverberated through the chamber, a soft vibration that made the walls pulse against Nyxara with each beat of the Espeon’s contented body.
“Yes, yes… that’s it, darling,” she cooed, pressing her forepaws elegantly against her rounded middle. “Keep it up until I finish what I started.”
GRRRRRROOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAANNNN!
A loud gurgle punctuated her words, the viscous fluids sloshing around Nyxara’s legs and arms, nudging her back toward the center of the chamber with a gentle but firm rhythm.
“You see,” Violet continued, her voice amused, “a lady always appreciates effort… especially when it comes to keeping me entertained while I dine.”
Nyxara’s claws scraped uselessly against the slick, warm walls as she groaned, frustration coloring her muffled words.
“You… you’re impossible! I’m not going to… I’ll—ugh!” She slammed her fists against the wall, trying to gain some leverage, but the soft, pulsing interior yielded just enough to make her movements slow and ineffective. “I swear, Violet… you won’t get away with this!”
“Oh, I’m afraid I already did,” Violet purred, tail swaying lazily, a pleased hum vibrating in her throat as she felt the small bulges of resistance roll under her skin and stretching it.
“I wouldn’t dream of escaping. But it’s simply delightful watching you try. I can’t wait to turn you into pudge that pads me out nicely.”
“And, of course,” she added with a playful flick of her ears, “it’s going to make digesting you all the more… entertaining.”
Nyxara growled, pressing her face and paws against the stomach wall to make herself visible, muffled words hissing through the slick, resistant lining. “You… you’re insufferable! Let me out or I swear I’ll—ugh!—give you the worst indigestion of your life!”
Her knuckles and feet left temporary impressions on the smooth, damp surface as she kicked, each movement creating ripples that Violet felt and enjoyed above her.
“Whatever,” Violet said dismissively, as if dealing with a child throwing a tantrum. “Your threats don’t change anything, you know?”
“Grrrrrrrr!!” Nyxara’s muffled growl echoed beneath Violet’s fur, making her chuckle an rub her side in an almost maternal way.
Violet’s lips curved into a pleased smile as she shifted slightly, pressing down just enough to nudge Nyxara back to the center of the chamber.
“Adorable,” she mused softly, tucking a paw elegantly beneath her chin. “But it’s only a matter of time before my body finishes what it started. You always make this so lively, my little thorn and I do enjoy it so.”
A soft, gurgling sigh escaped her as the walls flexed gently, pushing Nyxara ever so slightly deeper, coating her further in the slick, warm slime that lined the chamber.
Nyxara grumbled to herself, shifting uncomfortably against the warm, pulsating walls of Violet’s stomach.
The slick, acidic interior clung to her fur and body, coating her in hot slime with every subtle contraction, and the thin, noxious air burned her throat with every inhale, maing her gag due to the foul stench surrounding her.
Her stomach churned unpleasantly, and the gurgles echoing around her only heightened her irritation.
“Ugh… I swear this place is even worse than last time,” she muttered, pinching her nose with one paw while the other paw pawed against the wall in frustration.
Each push she made was met with resistance, the fleshy walls gently yielding only to push back harder whenever she tried to shift her weight.
Determined to take action, Nyxara reached into her satchel with a paw, cleaning up the slimy lining that had accumulated.
Her fingers brushed past a few items before she snagged some Tamato berries and a handful of Seed Bombs.
A sly, muffled snicker escaped her. “Heh… once these Protect and Safeguard effects wear off, I’m going to toss these into the pool. Make her belch so hard she’ll cough me out!” she whispered to herself, eyes glinting with mischievous determination.
She pressed her knees against her stuffed middle, steadying herself as small twitches from Azumarill and his friends beneath her skin added to the already unsettling movement of the stomach walls.
Trying to find a slightly more comfortable position, Nyxara muttered, “If that’s even possible in this disgusting, steaming swamp…”
She shifted, only to slip on the slick, slime-coated surface, landing on her back with a startled, “Ack!” The sudden movement made the pool beneath her emit a loud splash, and the surrounding stomach walls bounced slightly in response, pushing her uncomfortably against every curve of the fleshy interior.
She groaned in disgust and hissed, flailing her limbs and punching and kicking at the walls. “I hate this… hate being dirty… hate being… ugh!”
Above her, Violet paused her grooming, licking the back of her paw with deliberate elegance. Her ears perked up as the slight tremors of movement traveled through her belly, each tiny bump and shift sending a ripple across her middle.
A low, delighted purr escaped her throat. “Oh my my… my dear guest is having quite the time in there,” she said, glancing over her shoulder with a playful smirk.
Her eyes sparkled as she tapped her rounded belly lightly, feeling the irregular bulges move beneath her paws.
“Do you like your accommodations, darling? I hope you appreciate them… not everyone gets to spend quality time inside me. Only the truly tasty get such a rare privilege,” she added with a soft giggle.
Nyxara’s ears twitched in annoyance, and her eyes narrowed.
She pressed her face against the slick wall, muttering through clenched teeth in a muffled voice, “You’re a purple slob… eating anyone in sight… no wonder you’re so cheeked-up!!”
She shoved with her arms and kicked her legs, trying futilely to shift her position further or find leverage against the enclosing walls.
Violet blinked twice, her amusement barely masked by a small sigh. She resumed licking her paw, flicking her tail lazily behind her. “Hmm… childish tantrums, nothing more,” she said, ignoring the Meowscarada’s muffled outburst.
“A little time in my belly will teach her to behave properly. She should consider herself lucky… she’s running out of time if she wants to escape before I claim her fully.”
Her voice carried a teasing, light tone, the slight hum of her purring mixing with the gentle gurgles of her stomach as she shifted slightly, sending another ripple through the fleshy chamber and making Nyxara squirm anew.
Nyxara pressed her knees tighter to her middle, muttering, “Lucky… ha! I’ll see about that.”
Her gaze flicked toward her satchel again, already plotting her next move with the Tamato berries and Seed Bombs, even as the stomach walls continued their rhythmic, kneading pressure.
Every contraction made the hot slime coat her anew, forcing her to gag, but the spark of defiance in her eyes refused to dim. “I’m not done yet,” she hissed. “Not by a long shot.”
Violet’s chuckle echoed above her, a soft vibration that made the interior of her belly pulse in response.
“Oh, I do enjoy your spirit, my dear Nyx,” she purred, tail flicking behind her.
“You keep me entertained… and the more you struggle, the more fun I have. Don’t worry… soon enough, you’ll find out just how thorough my accommodations are.”
The tip of her tail swayed back and forth lazily, brushing against the floor and sending subtle tremors through the acidic pool as Nyxara continued to plan her defiant acts.
Nyxara’s paws rummaged through her satchel, her eyes glinting with determination as she began to gulp down every bit of food she could find.
Apples, gummis, and berries slid into her mouth, their juices dribbling into the corners of her lips as she chewed and swallowed, letting out loud, exaggerated gulps.
The acidic, slimy air of Violet’s stomach made her gag occasionally, but she ignored it, her pride pushing her to make the most of every morsel.
After a few seconds, the satchel was out of food, and Nyxara leaned back against the slick, fleshy walls, letting out a relieved sigh.
She rubbed her stuffed middle with both paws, patting it with a lick of her lips, then flicked a clawed finger through her teeth to clean them.
“Ah… that feels better,” she murmured, wincing slightly at the hot slime clinging to her fur. “It’s just a matter of time before I find a way out of this disgusting place.”
A thick drop of stomach slime slid from the curved roof and landed on her eye. She hissed, pawing at it in frustration, smearing the viscous coating across her fur.
“Ugh… really? That’s just great,” she muttered under her breath, shaking her head. “I’m going to let her enjoy this for a bit longer… just to see her face when I finally get out. She’s going to regret having eaten me.”
Her claws scraped slightly against the slippery wall as she pushed herself upright, her tail flicking in the cramped, humid interior.
Outside, Violet’s ears flicked as she noticed the unusual silence from within.
Tilting her head with a smile, she tapped her side with one forepaw and rested her cheek against her other paw, elbow pressed against the ground.
“Hmmm… have you already given up on fighting, little furball?” she teased, the corner of her mouth curling into a sly grin. “When you were younger, you put up a lot more of a fight than this.”
Suddenly, a muffled, but loud gurgle reverberated—not from Violet’s gut, but from Nyxara herself.
Grrrrbrrrrllllmmmmm…
Violet froze mid-gesture, tilting her head in confusion. “What…?” she murmured, her eyes narrowing as she studied the slowly shifting bulge in her belly.
A couple of seconds later, a deafening, muffled belch erupted from within, shaking Violet’s middle violently.
“BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP!!”
Violet yelped, staggering backward slightly as her eyes went wide in absolute disbelief.
She rose and dropped onto her butt, her tail flicking nervously as she stared down at her belly, her face twisting in disgust.
The stomach walls beneath her shifted briefly before settling again, leaving a faint wobble where Nyxara had flexed and burped. “DID YOU… JUST… BURP INSIDE ME?!”
Violet’s voice was a mixture of outrage and astonishment, her forepaws pressing against her middle as she tried to regain her composure.
“Nyahahahahaha…”
A muffled chuckle came from within the stomach walls, and Nyxara poked the slick, fleshy surface to form a bump that quickly vanished.
“Maybeeee,” she said, her voice teasing and full of mischief. “Just thought I’d see if you were paying attention.”
Violet groaned, shaking her head and flicking her tail irritably. “You are not allowed to do that while inside my digestive system! That is incredibly rude! You should learn some manners, just like me.”
Her gaze was fixed on the faint ripples still forming in her belly, each one a reminder of Nyxara’s defiant antics.
Nyxara smirked, pressing her face and paws against the wall again. “Oh, I may be trapped for now,” she said, muffled but audibly confident. “But at least I can still mess with you a little. Isn’t that the fun part?”
Violet huffed, flicking her ears and tail as her stomach rumbled again, a low, almost amused gurgle accompanying her muttered reply.
“Hmph… you are insufferable, brat. But I suppose… it is rather entertaining watching you squirm.”
Her eyes sparkled with a mixture of disbelief and bemusement, and she gently patted the bulging area of her belly, feeling Nyxara shift and wriggle within.
“Just remember,” Violet added, voice softening with a teasing lilt, “a lady always appreciates proper manners, but I suppose I’ll allow a little mischief for now.”
Nyxara’s muffled chuckle was audible through the slimy walls. “Oh, I’m counting on it. Don’t think I’m done yet!” Her limbs flailed again, pressing the stomach walls in bursts of defiance, and Violet’s tail swayed behind her in rhythm with the faint pulses and gurgles of her middle.
The tense, humid air seemed to vibrate with each minor movement, a tense standoff between the two.
Violet raised her forepaws with a graceful, fluid motion and slapped her round belly hard, a soft chuckle escaping her as the sound of a muffled yelp reverberated from within.
“OW!”
She shifted slightly to enjoy the sloshing motion as her stomach settled again, feeling the subtle, rhythmic movements of Nyxara struggling inside.
The warmth and pliancy of her own gut beneath her paws made her smile, tail flicking slowly behind her in satisfaction.
She lifted a paw to her mouth to stifle another burp that threatened to escape, letting out a muffled “hrk” instead.
She thumped her chest lightly, releasing a small sigh of exasperation. “I… I must apologize,” she murmured, voice low and elegant, staring down at her round middle that gurgled faintly.
“An elegant and proper lady cannot let her manners slide,” she said, eyes gleaming as her ears flicked in pleasure at the music of her own stomach.
Inside, Nyxara groaned, slightly shaken by the sudden slap, pressing her paws against the stomach walls to jab at Violet’s attention.
“You’re such a hypocrite!” she called in a muffled voice, the sound echoing slightly through the slick, acidic chamber. “You released a loud belch when you had me trapped in here before, back when I was a Floragato!”
Violet’s tail lashed once in irritation, a faint hiss escaping her lips. “Nyxara… do not bring that up,” she warned, the subtle quiver of her ears betraying a flash of exasperation.
But Nyxara’s muffled smirk came through the stomach walls nonetheless. “It was a miracle you didn’t blow up the whole forest with that outburst,” she teased, flailing slightly to emphasize her point.
For a brief moment, Violet lost her composure, a flash of indignation crossing her face. “That’s enough!” she declared, slapping her gut a second time, more firmly this time.
SMACK!
The stomach shifted with the impact, and a pained, muffled “ow!” escaped Nyxara as she swayed and bounced inside.
Slowly, the stomach settled again, the warm, slick walls pressing lightly against Nyxara’s limbs, forcing them to give way.
Violet’s voice softened as she spoke, amusement threading her words. “You shouldn’t be so smug. In an hour, you’ll be padding out my hips even more, contributing to my body.”
She tilted her head slightly, a teasing smile curling her lips. “Perhaps you’ll go to another place instead… hmm?” she added with a playful giggle, clearly not concerned about the answer, already relishing the result of Nyxara’s struggles.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Violet let herself fall onto her back, watching her gut rise and fall with each breath.
She began to rub it in long, gentle circles, kneading it slowly as a soft, pleased hum left her throat.
Each kick or punch from Nyxara caused her stomach to wobble and shift beneath her forepaws, and Violet giggled each time, her tail swaying behind her.
“Ticklish, huh?” she murmured, her eyes glinting as she tilted her head to watch the bulges form and vanish along the curvature of her stomach.
Each movement inside made her laugh softly, enjoying the rhythmic, squirming resistance pressing against her.
“Come now, dear, I’m sure you’re enjoying this as much as I am,” she teased, voice silky and full of delight.
Inside, Nyxara jabbed the walls again, muffled protests escaping her lips.
“Of course not, you oversized freak!” she hissed, frustration bleeding through despite the slick, oppressive environment. “I’m not supposed to be tickled like this!”
Violet purred softly, leaning forward to press her ear lightly against her bulging middle, tail curling and flicking in time with the gentle gurgles.
“Oh, but you are, darling,” she replied, voice warm and teasing. “And a lady always enjoys a little bit of fun while she takes care of her guests.”
She kneaded again, watching the stomach respond to each pat, the small, warm waves of resistance from Nyxara making her chuckle even more as she laid on her back again.
Nyxara’s muffled struggles increased, limbs flailing and jabbing at the walls, but Violet only giggled, shifting slightly to ensure her middle was fully engaged.
“Ticklish, aren’t you, kitty?” she murmured, voice soft and playful. “Enjoy it while you can. My stomach will take care of the rest soon enough.”
The acidic warmth, the slick slime coating every surface, and the gentle kneading of her stomach walls combined into a rhythmic, almost hypnotic motion.
Each muffled groan, each flailing limb of Nyxara’s sent a ripple through Violet’s middle, eliciting chuckles and soft, pleased hums.
She let the warmth and pressure flow through her, savoring the subtle resistance as Nyxara continued her defiant antics, while Violet’s tail swayed and ears flicked with delight at every small jolt and bump.
Nyxara hissed and screeched, her voice muffled but full of frustration, “You… you won’t be able to keep me trapped forever! You’re just a big, fat, stupid—”
Violet immediately froze mid-knead, ears flicking sharply and tail lashing once in irritation.
Her paws pressed firmly against each bulge caused by Nyxara’s punches and kicks, stopping them in their tracks.
“Nyxara,” she said, voice calm but firm, “I wouldn’t finish that sentence if I were you.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly, a teasing glint in them as she watched the smaller Meowscarada flail against her stomach walls.
The Espeon let out a deep sigh, settling her forepaws on her round belly.
“Relax,” she murmured softly, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles. “If you let yourself cool down, a little kneading and inner massage will help you feel better… and properly ready to be digested.”
Her tail swayed lazily behind her, and she tilted her head in a mock expression of elegance, the rhythmic gurgles and sloshes of her stomach punctuating her words.
Nyxara gritted her teeth and pressed her head against the warm stomach wall, stretching the thick, rounded curve of Violet’s middle.
“I refuse,” she mumbled, eyes narrowing, “and I have a method that will force you to spit me out if you don’t let me go right now.”
Her limbs twisted, pushing against the slick, slimy walls, feeling the slight give of Violet’s inner muscles and the oppressive heat that coated her fur.
Violet’s whiskers twitched, and she let out a soft, amused chuckle, purring low in her throat.
“Oh? And what might that method be, dear kitty?” she asked, waving a forepaw dismissively. “I’m quite curious to hear how you plan to escape an alpha predator’s gut.”
Her ears flicked back playfully as she resumed kneading her belly, the stomach walls gently pressing against Nyxara, guiding the smaller Pokémon deeper into the warm, pulsing chamber.
Each touch was careful but deliberate, massaging the tense muscles and keeping the internal environment lively.
“Do you think your little tricks will work against me?” Violet purred, leaning down slightly so her cheek pressed against her rounded stomach. “Protect and Safeguard keeps my belly safe from any unexpected rebellions.”
She tapped her forepaw against a particularly resilient bulge caused by Nyxara’s struggles, sending a small ripple of motion through her inner walls.
“The clock is ticking, darling,” she added, the tone teasing, almost musical. “And I’d say… you’re beginning to feel the next phase of digestion.”
Nyxara’s ears flattened as she realized the subtle tightening of the stomach walls around her, the heat growing more oppressive, each gurgle and slosh vibrating through her entire body.
“You… you’re…!” she hissed, pushing again against the fleshy walls, but the slippery lining and Violet’s steady pressure rendered her efforts useless.
Her paws slid along the smooth surface, coated in the warm slime that clung to her fur, and she gagged slightly at the thick, acidic air that made each breath a struggle.
Violet’s tail swayed lazily, ears flicking with satisfaction, a soft purr vibrating through her chest. “Oh, little kitty,” she said, chuckling as she ran a claw delicately along her own teeth, cleaning them while keeping her belly lively.
“You will never experience this, not fully. I am the alpha predator here. And my stomach…” she added, pressing her paws against the bulges again, sending gentle pulses through her middle, “…is quite capable of handling anyone who thinks they can resist me.”
Inside, Nyxara groaned, muffled and frustrated, eyes watering from the heat and the tang of stomach acids.
“You’re… terrible on the inside,” she muttered, the slick, warm walls pressing gently but unyieldingly against her limbs.
Each pulse, each shift of Violet’s muscles, sent her twisting reflexively, trying to find leverage that simply wasn’t there.
“And you are the tastiest,” the Espeon winked at her midsection, giggling. “I hope you are having a good time in this fleshy corner of my figure, stored inside me.”
Violet tilted her head back, closing her eyes with a soft sigh, and purred as she continued her slow, rhythmic kneads.
“That’s right… squirm all you like. I do enjoy keeping you lively.” Her tail flicked lazily in time with her gentle movements, and the gurgles from her stomach echoed faintly, a subtle soundtrack to the struggle within.
“Relax… it’s much better if you let it happen,” she murmured, voice low and teasing. “My belly takes care of its guests quite well, you know.”
Nyxara’s muffled groans turned to muttered threats, each strike of a paw against the stomach walls only prompting Violet to purr and press again, sending gentle ripples through her rounded middle. “I swear,” Nyxara hissed, “I’m going to—”
Violet interrupted with a soft, amused hum, wagging a paw in the air. “Shh, little thorn. Save your energy. You’ll need it if you want to survive the next… phase.”
Her tail flicked with measured patience as she resumed kneading her belly, the slight warmth and slick pressure massaging Nyxara with each deliberate motion.
Inside Violet, the heat was growing steadily, suffocatingly warm. The stomach walls pulsed rhythmically with each heartbeat, slick with a thin layer of fluids that glimmered under the dim, acidic light.
The viscous coating clung to Nyxara’s fur, sticky and unpleasant, and each small movement sent ripples through the liquid, making her slide slightly and struggle to keep her footing.
The fleshy walls occasionally contracted, pressing around her arms and legs, making even her attempts to use attacks largely ineffective, adding the fact that Protect and Safeguard were still active.
Each push or kick against the interior only caused her to be jostled from side to side, leaving her frustrated and exhausted.
“Ugh… this is… so annoying!” Nyxara groaned, her voice muffled as she slid against the slick, warm surface, “I can’t… get any leverage in here!”
Her claws scraped against the walls, leaving streaks in the semi-transparent, slick layer of stomach lining, but the movements were minor compared to the sheer mass pressing down and around her.
Her body felt drained, coated in a mix of saliva, slime, remnants of meals, and the stomach’s own secretions. Every breath she drew was thick with heat and a faint acidic tang, making her gag involuntarily.
Violet, keenly aware of every jostle, giggled until her beelt let out a sudden, loud gurgle—“GUUUUURGLE!”—that reverberated through the surrounding space.
The sound was sharper and deeper than any previous groan, and she gasped, a soft moan escaping her lips.
Her back arched slightly, lifting off the ground as a flush of pink spread across her cheeks. “Ohoho… that was… intense… and so good…” she murmured, letting her tongue hang lazily from her open mouth.
The gurgle vibrated up through her belly, echoing the internal pressures that rocked Nyxara, and the slight tremors of Violet’s midsection shifted the Meowscarada helplessly.
Nyxara struggled to regain her balance, only to slip belly-first into the warm pool of digestive fluids beneath her.
The sudden splash sent waves rolling across the liquid, making her wobble and nearly lose her grip on her satchel.
“Ack! Gross! Eugh!” she hissed, flailing slightly as the slick walls prevented her from steadying herself.
The satchel slipped from her paw and landed with a soft plop in the fluid, forcing her to grab it again quickly.
She gagged at the smell and taste of the stomach acids rising faintly around her, the heat pressing uncomfortably against her body.
“This… this place keeps getting tighter…” Nyxara muttered, her voice dripping with irritation and exhaustion. “I can’t… I can’t stand this heat!”
Her eyes darted frantically across the stomach walls as she searched through her satchel, coated now in slime and stomach fluid.
Relief finally washed over her when she spotted a small, shining Reviver Seed nestled among the other items. “Yes… still here…” she murmured, clutching it tightly in her paw, her tail flicking nervously. “Thank goodness… I wasn’t going to lose that.”
Violet’s voice echoed through the chamber, soft but teasing, making Nyxara flinch slightly as she moved. “Struggling so much, Nyx? That’s adorable… my stomach does like to keep things lively, after all.”
“I hope you enjoy every second inside.” Her tail flicked outside, visible as a gentle pendulum, and she purred low in her throat, the vibrations amplifying the tight, pulsing walls around the Meowscarada.
Nyxara groaned and pressed her knees and forearms against the slippery, slimy wall, trying to steady herself and muttered with a huff. “You… you love this, don’t you? You can’t help yourself…”
The slick coating clung to her fur, every touch making her shiver in disgust, and yet she held the Reviver Seed in her paw like a lifeline. “I’ll… I’ll get out… just wait… you’ll see!”
Violet chuckled softly, purring again as she leaned over, observing the subtle ripples of her middle as Nyxara pressed against it.
“Oh, darling… it’s only a matter of time. You know I always digest all the ones I eat,” she said, her tone both teasing and satisfied, tapping a paw against her belly and feeling the small spasms from Nyxara’s struggles beneath the slick interior. “But… I do admire your perseverance, kitty. Not everyone can handle such intense accommodations.”
Nyxara groaned, her voice muffled and strained, glancing at the pool of acid around her paws and tail. “Yeah… well, just don’t think this will last forever… I’m not done yet.”
Her muscles tensed as she tried to leverage her tail and limbs against the slick walls, the Reviver Seed clutched tightly, ready for her next move.
Violet flicked an ear lazily and purred, the faint gurgle of her stomach echoing like a low drumbeat, “We’ll see, little thorn… we’ll see.”
Nyxara held the Reviver Seed tightly in her paw, glancing at Azumarill and his friends whose tiny, sporadic twitches beneath her fur made her smirk.
“Better make sure this only works for me,” she muttered, patting her side to reassure herself and mess with her weakened prey.
She could feel the slimy, warm walls of Violet’s stomach press gently against her back, undulating rhythmically as the fleshy chamber contracted around her.
The heat and slick fluids made it difficult to keep a solid grip, and with a sudden, forceful contraction, Nyxara’s back was pushed forward.
“Ah—!” she yelped, the seed slipping from her grip and flying through the fleshy chamber. Violet’s stomach muscles shifted and gurgled in approval at the motion, the rhythmic pulsing of the walls pressing Nyxara back and forth, coating her in a thin layer of acidic fluid.
Her limbs flailed as she extended her arms, eyes wide in alarm, desperately trying to catch the falling seed. It slid along the slick, warm walls, bouncing slightly in the undulating chamber, before Nyxara finally snatched it with a relieved gasp.
“If I had dropped this… I’d be done for,” she murmured, catching her breath, her claws slick with the stomach’s moisture. The acidic heat burned slightly on her fur, making her skin prickle, and the oppressive warmth of Violet’s stomach made her inhale cautiously.
Violet, outside, tilted her head with curiosity, her tail flicking in a slow rhythm as she chuckled. “Well, well… what are you up to, dear?” she asked, her voice teasing, even as her middle shifted gently from Nyxara’s frantic movements.
She lifted a paw to pat her rounded stomach, following the motion with slow circular rubs, feeling the subtle bumps of Nyxara’s struggles beneath the slick, fleshy walls.
“It won’t matter, you know… soon enough, you will become a very lovely part of me for good,” Violet added with a playful lilt.
Nyxara ignored the taunt, pressing her palm against the slick, curved ceiling above her and punching upward.
The elastic, fleshy tissue stretched slightly with each impact, sending reverberations through the chamber.
The walls pulsed and rippled in response, sending slick waves of stomach fluid along her body.
“Ugh… this is gross!” she groaned, gagging as the heat pressed against her, but a small spark of satisfaction came from feeling that she could still exert some control.
Violet let out a soft giggle, her whiskers flicking, and added a teasing whistle, resuming her slow, methodical kneading of her belly that pressed Nyxara gently against the walls.
Nyxara glanced at the Reviver Seed still in her paw. “Well… better get this done,” she muttered. With a decisive flick, she tossed it into her mouth, chewing swiftly before swallowing.
The warm, slick environment of Violet’s stomach made her gag slightly at first, but she quickly licked her lips, sighing in relief.
“Okay… problem solved,” she murmured, flexing her arms and crossing them over her chest, feeling the hot, acidic fluid shift around her body as Violet’s stomach pulsed and gurgled in response.
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“Impossible!” Nyxara hissed, struggling, flailing, and snapping her head back. “You can’t just—just take me like this!” Her voice echoed muffled against the slick inner walls, dampened by Violet’s controlled pressure.
Violet’s tail swayed behind her like a metronome, ears flicking in contentment. “Oh, my tasty kitty, such spirit! Keep massaging my esophagus,” she purred, pressing gently with her throat and upper stomach.
Gulp, gulp, gulp.
“Feel that, dear? My walls are guiding you perfectly… can you feel how I adjust to every move you make?”
Nyxara gasped, her chest pressing against the tight, warm passage. “Ugh, this is gross! Spit me out, you fat bitch!” she snapped, kicking and twisting her legs in frustration.
The fluids coating the walls clung to her fur and dampened her movements, making each struggle and push slippery, frustrating, and yet unavoidable. “I am not your prey! I am not going down without a fight, you hear me?!”
Violet hummed, tilting her head back slightly to send Nyxara further down between gulps. “Ah, cute petal,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing, “such a lively, determined kitty. I can’t wait to feel you struggle in my belly. Patience, dear… my body knows exactly what it’s doing.”
Nyxara’s arms stretched above her head as she tried to push, the slick interior walls of Violet’s esophagus resisting and then giving in, forcing her downward despite her efforts.
Her legs kicked desperately, slipping in the slick coating, trying to find purchase, but Violet’s muscles flexed in perfect rhythm, controlling her descent while keeping it safe and deliberate.
“You… you’re enjoying this too much!” Nyxara snapped, annoyed and panting.
“Indeed, dear,” Violet purred with a pleased smile, tail swaying behind her. “There’s nothing like the feeling of a strong, squirming meal in my throat.”
Her forepaws pressed lightly against Nyxara’s butt as her throat muscles pulsed, guiding Nyxara deeper, the fleshy walls contracting and relaxing in smooth, controlled waves.
Nyxara gritted her teeth, hissing as her arms pressed desperately against the muscular walls. “I am not some tasty snack for you! I’m a predator, and I fight back!” she spat, her voice muffled by the pressure and warmth surrounding her.
Fluids clung to her fur, dampening her chest and arms, and every motion wass met with resistance that carefully funneled her downward.
Violet tilted her head back, her jaws widening just slightly to ease Nyxara further. “A predator can still become a prey, dear kitty,” she murmured, purring softly. “And this is exactly why. You can only go deeper until you are safely stored inside me, I can’t wait.”
Nyxara kicked, hissed, and strained, but the rhythmic contractions of Violet’s upper stomach and esophagus, combined with the slick coating of fluids, made it impossible to resist. “I… I’ll… I’ll find a way out!” she hissed, gagging slightly as her head neared the entrance to Violet’s belly, nose wrinkling at the warm, slightly acidic interior.
Violet hummed, tail flicking, and purred again. “Ohoho… Mmmmrrrrrgggghhhh… See how the walls shift, giving just enough, helping you slide in while keeping you safe? That’s what a lady always does for her favorite meal.”
Her throat muscles pulsed in slow, deliberate waves, ensuring Nyxara continued her descent while the fleshy walls flexed to cradle and guide her, coating the Meowscarada in slimy fluids to ease her descent.
Nyxara groaned and hissed, arms flailing, legs kicking, fur damp and clinging. “You… you’re insufferable! Stop enjoying this so much!” she snapped, still trying to push against the rhythmic walls and the slick coating of fluids between chaotic struggles.
The bulge in Violet’s neck stretched and smaller bulges appeared on its curvature due to Nyxara’s desperate struggles which were completely useless to upset the Espeon.
The bulge kept going deeper and more and more of Nyxara’s body was slowly vanishing between Violet’s jaws.
Violet chuckled, the sound low and pleased. “This is amazing. You’re alive, lively, and I really want to make this moment last.
Gulp… gulp… gulp…
“MMMMMPPHHH!!! NO! NO! NOOOOOO!!”
Prrrrrrrrrrrrr…
“Now, settle in… we’ll go deeper, and you’ll feel every inch of how thoroughly a lady can guide her meal.” Her tail flicked once more, eyes gleaming with satisfaction, throat muscles contracting in gentle, powerful waves to escort Nyxara further into the warm, slick passage.
Nyxara tried desperately to halt her descent, extending her arms and pushing against the walls of Violet’s esophagus, but the muscular passage constricted around her, limiting her movements and forcing her downward.
She gagged violently, her eyes watering as the warm, slightly acidic air mixed with the foul, lingering scent of Violet’s stomach reached her face. Her nose wrinkled in discomfort, and she hissed and shouted, struggling futilely against the slick, yielding walls that pressed and guided her deeper.
“This is ridiculous! Spit me out or you will regret it!” she cried, her voice muffled and strained.
Outside, her lower body flailed helplessly, legs kicking in the air as Violet’s forepaws closed around them, pressing them together firmly, severely limiting Nyxara’s movements.
“Not a chance, beautiful flower,” Violet purred, tilting her head back to keep Nyxara at an almost vertical angle above her.
“You’ll go down slowly… a proper lady always savors her meal and takes her time.” Her tail flicked rhythmically behind her, swaying in satisfaction as she eagerly licked the Meowscarada’s body, purring softly.
Nyxara struggled, twisting and squirming, but the slippery walls clung to her fur and dampened her motions.
She let out a series of muffled hisses and protests. “I am not yours! I am not going down without a fight, you hear me?” she spat, feeling the warmth of Violet’s throat pressing against her sides, guiding her downward in gentle but unyielding waves.
Violet chuckled, a low, pleased sound vibrating through her chest. “Oh, darling, your struggles only make it better,” she murmured, her throat muscles pulsing rhythmically. “You are almost there, I am sure you will thank me later for giving you such special accomodations.”
Her jaws widened slightly to accommodate the bulk of Nyxara’s middle, the tongue flicking against her fur to ease the passage. She even nibbled gently, as if testing the resilience of her prey’s core.
“Such a lively little kitty… so determined, so flavorful,” Violet added with a satisfied hum, feeling the Meowscarada slip deeper.
“GRRRRRRRRR!!”
“Ohoho, your struggles are so ticklish,” she said, clearly enjoying the punches and pushes to her fleshy walls. “I am enjoying this too much, but it is time to end this.”
The bulge in Violet’s neck and upper chest sank further as Nyxara’s thighs pressed against the entrance to her throat, and the Espeon gagged, widening her jaws and tilting her head back more to help guide the wider portions past her maw. “Ah, you’re quite the handful, aren’t you?” she said, purring and flicking her tail.
“But every inch is worth it.” She swallowed deliberately, her throat muscles contracting in smooth waves to send Nyxara deeper, the inner walls of her esophagus pressing and giving just enough to guide the Meowscarada further while still resisting slightly, creating a careful, controlled descent.
Only Nyxara’s lower legs remained outside when Violet extended her tongue, coiling it around her ankles and calves.
Sluuuuuurrrrrrp…
She slurped them in, eagerly licking them and keeping them for a few seconds before preparing herself to finish her meal.
CLACK!
She snapped her jaws and tilted her head back after the legs were drawn in with a soft suction.
Nyxara kicked reflexively, letting out muffled protests, but Violet’s body severely limited her movements and the rhythmic contractions of her throat and upper stomach ensured she continued downward.
Gulp.
Violet opened her mouth and gasped for air, smiling as she felt her prey go deeper. Each motion send a delightful shiver down her spine, chuckling as she heard Nyxara’s muffled threats.
“Down you go, dear… You are mine…” She moaned in delight, feeling Nyxara tickling the walls of her esophagus.
Once the Meowscarada was fully inside, Violet followed the bulge with a paw, feeling it slide past her chest and beneath her ribs.
WHUMP!
Her stomach expanded as Nyxara settled, rounding out visibly and sending a muffled splash and an “oof” echoing softly as the Meowscarada bounced and sloshed for a few seconds before finally coming to rest.
Violet closed her eyes, purring with satisfaction, licking her lips as she rubbed her middle with both forepaws, swaying her hips slowly.
“You were delicious,” she murmured, her voice warm and satisfied. “And now you’re warm and inside me once again.”
Her tail flicked behind her, rhythmic and controlled, while her stomach rumbled contentedly, the walls gently kneading and adjusting around the Meowscarada inside. “Every struggle, every push… perfect. You’re exactly how I like my meals.”
Nyxara groaned muffledly, the heat and tightness around her making her hiss in frustration. “You… you’re a gluttonous fatass!” she managed to rasp, pushing the stomach walls with her arms and legs, only to be pushed back by Violet’s patient, controlled contractions.
BLORP!
“EEK!” Nyxara yelped, when the stomach walls pushed her back to the center of the fleshy chamber.
She fell on her back and splashed on the acids coating the fleshy floor, grunting in annoyance and discomfort.
She gagged, shaking her body to get rid of the disgusting slime but some clung stubbornly to her fur along with some leftovers of Violet’s previous meals.
“Brrrrrr…” Nyxara groaned, whipping her face with her paw to get rid of the fluids clinging to her fur, managing to clean herself a bit despite being trapped in such a hostile place.
“Mmh~”
Violet purred, tail swaying, and let out a soft chuckle. “Shh, a lady always enjoys a good, lively meal. And you’ve made this one quite special.”
She rubbed her belly again, feeling the Meowscarada settle inside, the slick inner walls coating her fully, and the rhythmic contractions massaging her prize deeper, keeping it perfectly contained.
Violet let out a satisfied sigh, patting her gut with a slow, deliberate rhythm.
The plush, rounded curve of her stomach shifted slightly under her touch, and she giggled softly as small bulges appeared and vanished across its surface—Nyxara’s punches, kicks, and flailing elbows pressing from inside.
“Oh my,” Violet murmured, her voice warm and teasing, “you really do put up a spirited fight. Don’t stop, I always love a good inner massage.”
Her tail flicked lazily behind her as she felt the Meowscarada’s attempts to push and escape.
Nyxara pressed her face and paws against the stomach walls, trying to make herself visible through the taut, yielding flesh.
Her voice was muffled and strained.
“You’d better let me out, or I’ll give you the worst indigestion of your life!”
The words barely carried through, swallowed by the soft, slippery confines of the Espeon’s stomach, yet Violet could hear the tone—the stubborn defiance that made her purr in amusement.
Violet’s gaze lowered to her rounded middle, and she crossed her forepaws elegantly in front of her chest, arching a brow and smiling as she watched the bulge of Nyxara’s body shift and bounce.
“Here we go, darling. Relax; it is just a childish tantrum,” she murmured with a condescending tone, feeling the rhythmic press and give of her muscles as her gut responded to each push.
The Meowscarada was gently bounced back and forth, her body trembling slightly in the warm, slick interior before the stomach walls slowly settled.
With a graceful movement, Violet let herself fall forward, her forepaws resting lightly on the floor, and slightly raised her butt, shaking it just enough for the gentle jiggle to transmit through her stomach.
She tilted her head and glanced over her shoulder at the imprisoned Meowscarada.
“Get comfortable, dear. Let my stomach take care of the rest.” She said, a small giggle escaping her.
“I wonder… what will you do this time? Try a reviver seed again, hmm? Or perhaps you’ll just become a permanent part of me, a lively addition to my bouncy curves.”
Her tail swayed in lazy arcs behind her, the tip flicking in time with her words as if punctuating the tease.
Nyxara’s muffled grunts were punctuated by a kick that pressed sharply against Violet’s side.
The Espeon felt the bulge slide and sink slightly, the soft, pliant walls of her stomach extending just enough to accommodate the pressure.
“Ah, so feisty,” Violet murmured, closing her eyes briefly and rolling her shoulders, “you really do keep me entertained.”
Yaaaawn~
She let out a yawn, curling her tongue delicately and letting it rest for a moment as she lowered her head again, the tip brushing the floor lightly.
Through the muffled protests, Nyxara spat a string of quiet, irritated words, “You… you’re the worst, Violet!!”
The sound pressed against the slick walls of the stomach, vibrating lightly in the plush interior.
Violet’s chuckle was soft but full of pleasure. “Oh, my lovely Meowscarada, such spirit. I do adore that fire of yours.”
She murmured, giving a slow pat to her middle, feeling the small bulges of resistance move in waves as her stomach muscles contracted and released.
“Now, kitty,” Violet continued, her voice both soothing and teasing, “why don’t you see if you can find your little bag? The clock is tinging, and who knows—maybe it’s already been digested by now.”
She flicked her tail in amusement, shifting her weight slightly to emphasize the rolling, pliant nature of her belly.
“I am such an efficient predator, you know… one gulp, one efficient stomach, and everything’s where it should be.”
The warmth and slickness of her inner walls made Nyxara hiss and thrash softly, the movement creating ripples that Violet followed with gentle presses of her paws.
Nyxara’s muffled voice spat another warning, “You’re insane! I’m not staying in here without a fight!”
Violet leaned slightly forward, tilting her head to watch the bulges ripple and shift.
“Insane? Perhaps. But oh, so effective,” she purred. “Look at you, all squirming and full of fire. Delightful.”
The Meowscarada pressed against the slick, warm walls, trying to shove herself upward again, but Violet’s stomach contracted around her in gentle, rhythmic waves, guiding her back deeper.
“Patience, darling,” Violet teased, her tail flicking lazily, “a proper lady always enjoys her meals slowly… and you are far too lively to rush.”
She rubbed her rounded belly with a forepaw, watching the small movements inside, the subtle ripples of muscle and fluid shifting with each twitch and push, and let out a small, pleased hum.
Inside Violet, the stomach walls pulsed in slow, deliberate rhythms with each beat of the Espeon’s heart, contracting and giving just enough for Nyxara to feel the plush, pressurized interior shifting beneath her.
The warm, fleshy chamber was surprisingly spacious, yet the heat pressed down on the Meowscarada like a thick blanket.
Every breath she drew was tinged with the sharp, acidic air, burning her throat and making her eyes water as she gagged against the oppressive environment.
The pool of digestive fluids swayed with each subtle movement Violet made, carrying with it fragments of half-chewed berries, soft fruits, stray feathers, and tufts of fur, floating lazily on the viscous surface beneath Nyxara’s feet.
Nyxara leaned against a stomach wall, pressing her knees against her stuffed middle, grimacing as sporadic spasms and small bulges from Violet’s muscles and inner contractions pushed unpredictably against her sides.
She patted the bulges lightly, muttering in frustration, “I don’t have time for massages or squishy belly gymnastics right now… I need to get out of here!”
The slime coating the interior clung to her fur, slippery and revolting, and Nyxara growled, brushing futilely against it, “Ugh… I hate getting dirty like this! This slime… it’s disgusting!”
Violet’s voice echoed softly around her, amused and teasing.
“Oh, Nyx,” she purred, her tone laced with pleasure, “after your last lively visit, I took measures to safeguard my insides.”
“You’ll find your attacks are… well, rather ineffective against them. I have to protect my little stomach, don’t I?”
She flicked an ear elegantly, tilting her head to one side, and added, “It’s adorable how stubborn you are, thinking you’ll get out.”
Nyxara bared her teeth in frustration, pressing her fists against the yielding stomach walls.
“I’m not giving up! You just wait, Violet! I’ll find a way out of this, and when I do, I’ll kick your big purple butt so hard—”
She thumped her fists again against the soft, resistant flesh to punctuate her words.
The walls pressed back against her blows in a gentle, unyielding rhythm, forcing her to adjust her stance and brace against the slick, slippery surface.
Violet’s tail swayed lazily behind her, and she purred with amusement, her voice vibrating through the chamber.
“Oh, my feisty little kitty, you really do make me giddy,” she murmured, a small chuckle escaping her as a burp threatened to escape.
She raised a delicate paw to her mouth, holding it elegantly back. “You always make me so… gassy, Nyx. Every time you struggle, my belly reacts… and I quite enjoy it.”
She shifted slightly, feeling the bulges of Nyxara’s movements ripple across her inner walls, the slime coating her fur giving her a slick surface to guide the Meowscarada deeper into the folds of her stomach as it kneaded and massaged in slow, deliberate waves.
Nyxara snapped her head to the side, her tail thrashing helplessly, glaring at the slick interior with narrowed eyes.
“Do you think I’m some kind of toy to squish around like this?!” she hissed, letting out a muffled growl that reverberated faintly through the viscous walls.
Her claws dug into the slippery lining, but each grip slipped against the slick, warm surface. “I swear… when I get out, I’ll make you regret this!”
Violet’s low, amused hum filled the chamber, the sound bouncing off the soft, fleshy walls.
“Oh, darling,” she teased, purring as her stomach pulsed again, nudging and pressing Nyxara’s body deeper into the gentle confinement. “It’s just a matter of time before my body finishes what it started. You’ll see… patience is a lady’s virtue.”
She shifted her weight slightly, pressing down a bit more while keeping her tail flicking like a metronome behind her, and added with a playful chuckle.
“And besides… I rather like it when you’re lively inside me. Makes the experience all the more delightful.”
Nyxara groaned, feeling the warm, sticky walls pulse against her fur and limbs, the slime coating her entirely now.
“You… you are insufferable!” she spat, her voice muffled against the tight, slick walls. “I’ll get out of here, Violet. Mark my words! And I’ll—”
Another wave of contraction from Violet’s stomach rolled over her, nudging her back toward the center of the chamber, leaving her flailing briefly before settling.
Violet let out a pleased hum, rubbing her stomach in slow, elegant circles as the small bulges caused by Nyxara’s flailing slid back into the slick folds of her interior.
“Relax, kitty,” she murmured, eyes closing briefly in satisfaction.
The warmth of her stomach, the gentle squeezing of her walls, and the slickness of her inner fluids made the Meowscarada’s limbs squirm uncontrollably, eliciting soft purrs of amusement from Violet as she observed the bulges shifting, sinking, and sliding with each movement.
Nyxara’s eyes darted around, her pride refusing to let her accept defeat.
“Great, just great,” she groaned as she tapped the barriers showing up around her. “This gluttonous jerk has her stomach protected by Safeguard and Protect.”
Violet giggled, smiling.
“Indeed, you gave me such a huge stomachache last time that I decided to be more cautious after eating you.”
Nyxara forced herself to settle slightly, letting the massive Espeon sit comfortably, but her mind raced.
Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted her satchel floating just beyond her reach, partially bobbing in the pool of acidic digestive fluids.
A groan of frustration escaped her as she stretched her arm, feeling the warm, slick interior pressing against her back and sides, her fingers scraping along the smooth, yielding walls.
To her immense relief, the bag had survived intact; the exterior was coated in a thin, slimy layer but nothing was damaged.
“Finally… a small victory,” she muttered through clenched teeth, tugging the bag closer until she could grasp it securely.
She opened it carefully, her claws scraping the fastened flaps, and retrieved two oran berries. Nyxara quickly tore the skins with her nails and popped them into her mouth, chewing with rapid, deliberate bites.
The sweet-tart taste was a balm to her frayed nerves, and she patted her own belly with a small, begrudging sigh of relief, feeling the sporadic movements of Azumarill and the others beneath her skin.
Their tiny twitches pressed through the bulging wall of her stuffed middle, sending quivers up her arms and torso.
“Well, they’re still surviving,” she said, laughing softly to herself, amused at how resilient the little trio had been.
“I’m honestly impressed… but I’m betting they’ll be padding out my ass soon enough!” She poked at the small bulges that rose and fell along the curvature of her stomach, her chuckle mixing frustration and contentment.
Nyxara tried to focus, plotting her next move, pressing against the slick walls of the stomach to see if she could shift her weight or create leverage, but she was abruptly interrupted.
A soft, melodic whistle echoed above her, making her flinch slightly.
Violet’s whiskers twitched with delight, and her tail flicked lazily behind her, moving like a metronome as she observed her meal.
“Aaaaaaah,” Violet purred, her voice vibrating faintly through the pulsing, slippery walls around Nyxara, “you’re quite industrious, aren’t you? Keep kicking and punching… it’s rather… soothing to me.”
Nyxara gritted her teeth, eyes narrowing as she pushed harder against the surrounding flesh, her limbs flailing in irritation.
“I’m not here to soothe you! Let me out and—ugh!” she hissed, feeling the warm, pliable walls of Violet’s stomach giving slightly, pressing back against her with each thud of her strikes.
Every punch and kick sent ripples across the slick, glistening interior, the acidic air stinging her nose and throat.
Violet’s low chuckle reverberated through the chamber, a soft vibration that made the walls pulse against Nyxara with each beat of the Espeon’s contented body.
“Yes, yes… that’s it, darling,” she cooed, pressing her forepaws elegantly against her rounded middle. “Keep it up until I finish what I started.”
GRRRRRROOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAANNNN!
A loud gurgle punctuated her words, the viscous fluids sloshing around Nyxara’s legs and arms, nudging her back toward the center of the chamber with a gentle but firm rhythm.
“You see,” Violet continued, her voice amused, “a lady always appreciates effort… especially when it comes to keeping me entertained while I dine.”
Nyxara’s claws scraped uselessly against the slick, warm walls as she groaned, frustration coloring her muffled words.
“You… you’re impossible! I’m not going to… I’ll—ugh!” She slammed her fists against the wall, trying to gain some leverage, but the soft, pulsing interior yielded just enough to make her movements slow and ineffective. “I swear, Violet… you won’t get away with this!”
“Oh, I’m afraid I already did,” Violet purred, tail swaying lazily, a pleased hum vibrating in her throat as she felt the small bulges of resistance roll under her skin and stretching it.
“I wouldn’t dream of escaping. But it’s simply delightful watching you try. I can’t wait to turn you into pudge that pads me out nicely.”
“And, of course,” she added with a playful flick of her ears, “it’s going to make digesting you all the more… entertaining.”
Nyxara growled, pressing her face and paws against the stomach wall to make herself visible, muffled words hissing through the slick, resistant lining. “You… you’re insufferable! Let me out or I swear I’ll—ugh!—give you the worst indigestion of your life!”
Her knuckles and feet left temporary impressions on the smooth, damp surface as she kicked, each movement creating ripples that Violet felt and enjoyed above her.
“Whatever,” Violet said dismissively, as if dealing with a child throwing a tantrum. “Your threats don’t change anything, you know?”
“Grrrrrrrr!!” Nyxara’s muffled growl echoed beneath Violet’s fur, making her chuckle an rub her side in an almost maternal way.
Violet’s lips curved into a pleased smile as she shifted slightly, pressing down just enough to nudge Nyxara back to the center of the chamber.
“Adorable,” she mused softly, tucking a paw elegantly beneath her chin. “But it’s only a matter of time before my body finishes what it started. You always make this so lively, my little thorn and I do enjoy it so.”
A soft, gurgling sigh escaped her as the walls flexed gently, pushing Nyxara ever so slightly deeper, coating her further in the slick, warm slime that lined the chamber.
Nyxara grumbled to herself, shifting uncomfortably against the warm, pulsating walls of Violet’s stomach.
The slick, acidic interior clung to her fur and body, coating her in hot slime with every subtle contraction, and the thin, noxious air burned her throat with every inhale, maing her gag due to the foul stench surrounding her.
Her stomach churned unpleasantly, and the gurgles echoing around her only heightened her irritation.
“Ugh… I swear this place is even worse than last time,” she muttered, pinching her nose with one paw while the other paw pawed against the wall in frustration.
Each push she made was met with resistance, the fleshy walls gently yielding only to push back harder whenever she tried to shift her weight.
Determined to take action, Nyxara reached into her satchel with a paw, cleaning up the slimy lining that had accumulated.
Her fingers brushed past a few items before she snagged some Tamato berries and a handful of Seed Bombs.
A sly, muffled snicker escaped her. “Heh… once these Protect and Safeguard effects wear off, I’m going to toss these into the pool. Make her belch so hard she’ll cough me out!” she whispered to herself, eyes glinting with mischievous determination.
She pressed her knees against her stuffed middle, steadying herself as small twitches from Azumarill and his friends beneath her skin added to the already unsettling movement of the stomach walls.
Trying to find a slightly more comfortable position, Nyxara muttered, “If that’s even possible in this disgusting, steaming swamp…”
She shifted, only to slip on the slick, slime-coated surface, landing on her back with a startled, “Ack!” The sudden movement made the pool beneath her emit a loud splash, and the surrounding stomach walls bounced slightly in response, pushing her uncomfortably against every curve of the fleshy interior.
She groaned in disgust and hissed, flailing her limbs and punching and kicking at the walls. “I hate this… hate being dirty… hate being… ugh!”
Above her, Violet paused her grooming, licking the back of her paw with deliberate elegance. Her ears perked up as the slight tremors of movement traveled through her belly, each tiny bump and shift sending a ripple across her middle.
A low, delighted purr escaped her throat. “Oh my my… my dear guest is having quite the time in there,” she said, glancing over her shoulder with a playful smirk.
Her eyes sparkled as she tapped her rounded belly lightly, feeling the irregular bulges move beneath her paws.
“Do you like your accommodations, darling? I hope you appreciate them… not everyone gets to spend quality time inside me. Only the truly tasty get such a rare privilege,” she added with a soft giggle.
Nyxara’s ears twitched in annoyance, and her eyes narrowed.
She pressed her face against the slick wall, muttering through clenched teeth in a muffled voice, “You’re a purple slob… eating anyone in sight… no wonder you’re so cheeked-up!!”
She shoved with her arms and kicked her legs, trying futilely to shift her position further or find leverage against the enclosing walls.
Violet blinked twice, her amusement barely masked by a small sigh. She resumed licking her paw, flicking her tail lazily behind her. “Hmm… childish tantrums, nothing more,” she said, ignoring the Meowscarada’s muffled outburst.
“A little time in my belly will teach her to behave properly. She should consider herself lucky… she’s running out of time if she wants to escape before I claim her fully.”
Her voice carried a teasing, light tone, the slight hum of her purring mixing with the gentle gurgles of her stomach as she shifted slightly, sending another ripple through the fleshy chamber and making Nyxara squirm anew.
Nyxara pressed her knees tighter to her middle, muttering, “Lucky… ha! I’ll see about that.”
Her gaze flicked toward her satchel again, already plotting her next move with the Tamato berries and Seed Bombs, even as the stomach walls continued their rhythmic, kneading pressure.
Every contraction made the hot slime coat her anew, forcing her to gag, but the spark of defiance in her eyes refused to dim. “I’m not done yet,” she hissed. “Not by a long shot.”
Violet’s chuckle echoed above her, a soft vibration that made the interior of her belly pulse in response.
“Oh, I do enjoy your spirit, my dear Nyx,” she purred, tail flicking behind her.
“You keep me entertained… and the more you struggle, the more fun I have. Don’t worry… soon enough, you’ll find out just how thorough my accommodations are.”
The tip of her tail swayed back and forth lazily, brushing against the floor and sending subtle tremors through the acidic pool as Nyxara continued to plan her defiant acts.
Nyxara’s paws rummaged through her satchel, her eyes glinting with determination as she began to gulp down every bit of food she could find.
Apples, gummis, and berries slid into her mouth, their juices dribbling into the corners of her lips as she chewed and swallowed, letting out loud, exaggerated gulps.
The acidic, slimy air of Violet’s stomach made her gag occasionally, but she ignored it, her pride pushing her to make the most of every morsel.
After a few seconds, the satchel was out of food, and Nyxara leaned back against the slick, fleshy walls, letting out a relieved sigh.
She rubbed her stuffed middle with both paws, patting it with a lick of her lips, then flicked a clawed finger through her teeth to clean them.
“Ah… that feels better,” she murmured, wincing slightly at the hot slime clinging to her fur. “It’s just a matter of time before I find a way out of this disgusting place.”
A thick drop of stomach slime slid from the curved roof and landed on her eye. She hissed, pawing at it in frustration, smearing the viscous coating across her fur.
“Ugh… really? That’s just great,” she muttered under her breath, shaking her head. “I’m going to let her enjoy this for a bit longer… just to see her face when I finally get out. She’s going to regret having eaten me.”
Her claws scraped slightly against the slippery wall as she pushed herself upright, her tail flicking in the cramped, humid interior.
Outside, Violet’s ears flicked as she noticed the unusual silence from within.
Tilting her head with a smile, she tapped her side with one forepaw and rested her cheek against her other paw, elbow pressed against the ground.
“Hmmm… have you already given up on fighting, little furball?” she teased, the corner of her mouth curling into a sly grin. “When you were younger, you put up a lot more of a fight than this.”
Suddenly, a muffled, but loud gurgle reverberated—not from Violet’s gut, but from Nyxara herself.
Grrrrbrrrrllllmmmmm…
Violet froze mid-gesture, tilting her head in confusion. “What…?” she murmured, her eyes narrowing as she studied the slowly shifting bulge in her belly.
A couple of seconds later, a deafening, muffled belch erupted from within, shaking Violet’s middle violently.
“BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP!!”
Violet yelped, staggering backward slightly as her eyes went wide in absolute disbelief.
She rose and dropped onto her butt, her tail flicking nervously as she stared down at her belly, her face twisting in disgust.
The stomach walls beneath her shifted briefly before settling again, leaving a faint wobble where Nyxara had flexed and burped. “DID YOU… JUST… BURP INSIDE ME?!”
Violet’s voice was a mixture of outrage and astonishment, her forepaws pressing against her middle as she tried to regain her composure.
“Nyahahahahaha…”
A muffled chuckle came from within the stomach walls, and Nyxara poked the slick, fleshy surface to form a bump that quickly vanished.
“Maybeeee,” she said, her voice teasing and full of mischief. “Just thought I’d see if you were paying attention.”
Violet groaned, shaking her head and flicking her tail irritably. “You are not allowed to do that while inside my digestive system! That is incredibly rude! You should learn some manners, just like me.”
Her gaze was fixed on the faint ripples still forming in her belly, each one a reminder of Nyxara’s defiant antics.
Nyxara smirked, pressing her face and paws against the wall again. “Oh, I may be trapped for now,” she said, muffled but audibly confident. “But at least I can still mess with you a little. Isn’t that the fun part?”
Violet huffed, flicking her ears and tail as her stomach rumbled again, a low, almost amused gurgle accompanying her muttered reply.
“Hmph… you are insufferable, brat. But I suppose… it is rather entertaining watching you squirm.”
Her eyes sparkled with a mixture of disbelief and bemusement, and she gently patted the bulging area of her belly, feeling Nyxara shift and wriggle within.
“Just remember,” Violet added, voice softening with a teasing lilt, “a lady always appreciates proper manners, but I suppose I’ll allow a little mischief for now.”
Nyxara’s muffled chuckle was audible through the slimy walls. “Oh, I’m counting on it. Don’t think I’m done yet!” Her limbs flailed again, pressing the stomach walls in bursts of defiance, and Violet’s tail swayed behind her in rhythm with the faint pulses and gurgles of her middle.
The tense, humid air seemed to vibrate with each minor movement, a tense standoff between the two.
Violet raised her forepaws with a graceful, fluid motion and slapped her round belly hard, a soft chuckle escaping her as the sound of a muffled yelp reverberated from within.
“OW!”
She shifted slightly to enjoy the sloshing motion as her stomach settled again, feeling the subtle, rhythmic movements of Nyxara struggling inside.
The warmth and pliancy of her own gut beneath her paws made her smile, tail flicking slowly behind her in satisfaction.
She lifted a paw to her mouth to stifle another burp that threatened to escape, letting out a muffled “hrk” instead.
She thumped her chest lightly, releasing a small sigh of exasperation. “I… I must apologize,” she murmured, voice low and elegant, staring down at her round middle that gurgled faintly.
“An elegant and proper lady cannot let her manners slide,” she said, eyes gleaming as her ears flicked in pleasure at the music of her own stomach.
Inside, Nyxara groaned, slightly shaken by the sudden slap, pressing her paws against the stomach walls to jab at Violet’s attention.
“You’re such a hypocrite!” she called in a muffled voice, the sound echoing slightly through the slick, acidic chamber. “You released a loud belch when you had me trapped in here before, back when I was a Floragato!”
Violet’s tail lashed once in irritation, a faint hiss escaping her lips. “Nyxara… do not bring that up,” she warned, the subtle quiver of her ears betraying a flash of exasperation.
But Nyxara’s muffled smirk came through the stomach walls nonetheless. “It was a miracle you didn’t blow up the whole forest with that outburst,” she teased, flailing slightly to emphasize her point.
For a brief moment, Violet lost her composure, a flash of indignation crossing her face. “That’s enough!” she declared, slapping her gut a second time, more firmly this time.
SMACK!
The stomach shifted with the impact, and a pained, muffled “ow!” escaped Nyxara as she swayed and bounced inside.
Slowly, the stomach settled again, the warm, slick walls pressing lightly against Nyxara’s limbs, forcing them to give way.
Violet’s voice softened as she spoke, amusement threading her words. “You shouldn’t be so smug. In an hour, you’ll be padding out my hips even more, contributing to my body.”
She tilted her head slightly, a teasing smile curling her lips. “Perhaps you’ll go to another place instead… hmm?” she added with a playful giggle, clearly not concerned about the answer, already relishing the result of Nyxara’s struggles.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Violet let herself fall onto her back, watching her gut rise and fall with each breath.
She began to rub it in long, gentle circles, kneading it slowly as a soft, pleased hum left her throat.
Each kick or punch from Nyxara caused her stomach to wobble and shift beneath her forepaws, and Violet giggled each time, her tail swaying behind her.
“Ticklish, huh?” she murmured, her eyes glinting as she tilted her head to watch the bulges form and vanish along the curvature of her stomach.
Each movement inside made her laugh softly, enjoying the rhythmic, squirming resistance pressing against her.
“Come now, dear, I’m sure you’re enjoying this as much as I am,” she teased, voice silky and full of delight.
Inside, Nyxara jabbed the walls again, muffled protests escaping her lips.
“Of course not, you oversized freak!” she hissed, frustration bleeding through despite the slick, oppressive environment. “I’m not supposed to be tickled like this!”
Violet purred softly, leaning forward to press her ear lightly against her bulging middle, tail curling and flicking in time with the gentle gurgles.
“Oh, but you are, darling,” she replied, voice warm and teasing. “And a lady always enjoys a little bit of fun while she takes care of her guests.”
She kneaded again, watching the stomach respond to each pat, the small, warm waves of resistance from Nyxara making her chuckle even more as she laid on her back again.
Nyxara’s muffled struggles increased, limbs flailing and jabbing at the walls, but Violet only giggled, shifting slightly to ensure her middle was fully engaged.
“Ticklish, aren’t you, kitty?” she murmured, voice soft and playful. “Enjoy it while you can. My stomach will take care of the rest soon enough.”
The acidic warmth, the slick slime coating every surface, and the gentle kneading of her stomach walls combined into a rhythmic, almost hypnotic motion.
Each muffled groan, each flailing limb of Nyxara’s sent a ripple through Violet’s middle, eliciting chuckles and soft, pleased hums.
She let the warmth and pressure flow through her, savoring the subtle resistance as Nyxara continued her defiant antics, while Violet’s tail swayed and ears flicked with delight at every small jolt and bump.
Nyxara hissed and screeched, her voice muffled but full of frustration, “You… you won’t be able to keep me trapped forever! You’re just a big, fat, stupid—”
Violet immediately froze mid-knead, ears flicking sharply and tail lashing once in irritation.
Her paws pressed firmly against each bulge caused by Nyxara’s punches and kicks, stopping them in their tracks.
“Nyxara,” she said, voice calm but firm, “I wouldn’t finish that sentence if I were you.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly, a teasing glint in them as she watched the smaller Meowscarada flail against her stomach walls.
The Espeon let out a deep sigh, settling her forepaws on her round belly.
“Relax,” she murmured softly, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles. “If you let yourself cool down, a little kneading and inner massage will help you feel better… and properly ready to be digested.”
Her tail swayed lazily behind her, and she tilted her head in a mock expression of elegance, the rhythmic gurgles and sloshes of her stomach punctuating her words.
Nyxara gritted her teeth and pressed her head against the warm stomach wall, stretching the thick, rounded curve of Violet’s middle.
“I refuse,” she mumbled, eyes narrowing, “and I have a method that will force you to spit me out if you don’t let me go right now.”
Her limbs twisted, pushing against the slick, slimy walls, feeling the slight give of Violet’s inner muscles and the oppressive heat that coated her fur.
Violet’s whiskers twitched, and she let out a soft, amused chuckle, purring low in her throat.
“Oh? And what might that method be, dear kitty?” she asked, waving a forepaw dismissively. “I’m quite curious to hear how you plan to escape an alpha predator’s gut.”
Her ears flicked back playfully as she resumed kneading her belly, the stomach walls gently pressing against Nyxara, guiding the smaller Pokémon deeper into the warm, pulsing chamber.
Each touch was careful but deliberate, massaging the tense muscles and keeping the internal environment lively.
“Do you think your little tricks will work against me?” Violet purred, leaning down slightly so her cheek pressed against her rounded stomach. “Protect and Safeguard keeps my belly safe from any unexpected rebellions.”
She tapped her forepaw against a particularly resilient bulge caused by Nyxara’s struggles, sending a small ripple of motion through her inner walls.
“The clock is ticking, darling,” she added, the tone teasing, almost musical. “And I’d say… you’re beginning to feel the next phase of digestion.”
Nyxara’s ears flattened as she realized the subtle tightening of the stomach walls around her, the heat growing more oppressive, each gurgle and slosh vibrating through her entire body.
“You… you’re…!” she hissed, pushing again against the fleshy walls, but the slippery lining and Violet’s steady pressure rendered her efforts useless.
Her paws slid along the smooth surface, coated in the warm slime that clung to her fur, and she gagged slightly at the thick, acidic air that made each breath a struggle.
Violet’s tail swayed lazily, ears flicking with satisfaction, a soft purr vibrating through her chest. “Oh, little kitty,” she said, chuckling as she ran a claw delicately along her own teeth, cleaning them while keeping her belly lively.
“You will never experience this, not fully. I am the alpha predator here. And my stomach…” she added, pressing her paws against the bulges again, sending gentle pulses through her middle, “…is quite capable of handling anyone who thinks they can resist me.”
Inside, Nyxara groaned, muffled and frustrated, eyes watering from the heat and the tang of stomach acids.
“You’re… terrible on the inside,” she muttered, the slick, warm walls pressing gently but unyieldingly against her limbs.
Each pulse, each shift of Violet’s muscles, sent her twisting reflexively, trying to find leverage that simply wasn’t there.
“And you are the tastiest,” the Espeon winked at her midsection, giggling. “I hope you are having a good time in this fleshy corner of my figure, stored inside me.”
Violet tilted her head back, closing her eyes with a soft sigh, and purred as she continued her slow, rhythmic kneads.
“That’s right… squirm all you like. I do enjoy keeping you lively.” Her tail flicked lazily in time with her gentle movements, and the gurgles from her stomach echoed faintly, a subtle soundtrack to the struggle within.
“Relax… it’s much better if you let it happen,” she murmured, voice low and teasing. “My belly takes care of its guests quite well, you know.”
Nyxara’s muffled groans turned to muttered threats, each strike of a paw against the stomach walls only prompting Violet to purr and press again, sending gentle ripples through her rounded middle. “I swear,” Nyxara hissed, “I’m going to—”
Violet interrupted with a soft, amused hum, wagging a paw in the air. “Shh, little thorn. Save your energy. You’ll need it if you want to survive the next… phase.”
Her tail flicked with measured patience as she resumed kneading her belly, the slight warmth and slick pressure massaging Nyxara with each deliberate motion.
Inside Violet, the heat was growing steadily, suffocatingly warm. The stomach walls pulsed rhythmically with each heartbeat, slick with a thin layer of fluids that glimmered under the dim, acidic light.
The viscous coating clung to Nyxara’s fur, sticky and unpleasant, and each small movement sent ripples through the liquid, making her slide slightly and struggle to keep her footing.
The fleshy walls occasionally contracted, pressing around her arms and legs, making even her attempts to use attacks largely ineffective, adding the fact that Protect and Safeguard were still active.
Each push or kick against the interior only caused her to be jostled from side to side, leaving her frustrated and exhausted.
“Ugh… this is… so annoying!” Nyxara groaned, her voice muffled as she slid against the slick, warm surface, “I can’t… get any leverage in here!”
Her claws scraped against the walls, leaving streaks in the semi-transparent, slick layer of stomach lining, but the movements were minor compared to the sheer mass pressing down and around her.
Her body felt drained, coated in a mix of saliva, slime, remnants of meals, and the stomach’s own secretions. Every breath she drew was thick with heat and a faint acidic tang, making her gag involuntarily.
Violet, keenly aware of every jostle, giggled until her beelt let out a sudden, loud gurgle—“GUUUUURGLE!”—that reverberated through the surrounding space.
The sound was sharper and deeper than any previous groan, and she gasped, a soft moan escaping her lips.
Her back arched slightly, lifting off the ground as a flush of pink spread across her cheeks. “Ohoho… that was… intense… and so good…” she murmured, letting her tongue hang lazily from her open mouth.
The gurgle vibrated up through her belly, echoing the internal pressures that rocked Nyxara, and the slight tremors of Violet’s midsection shifted the Meowscarada helplessly.
Nyxara struggled to regain her balance, only to slip belly-first into the warm pool of digestive fluids beneath her.
The sudden splash sent waves rolling across the liquid, making her wobble and nearly lose her grip on her satchel.
“Ack! Gross! Eugh!” she hissed, flailing slightly as the slick walls prevented her from steadying herself.
The satchel slipped from her paw and landed with a soft plop in the fluid, forcing her to grab it again quickly.
She gagged at the smell and taste of the stomach acids rising faintly around her, the heat pressing uncomfortably against her body.
“This… this place keeps getting tighter…” Nyxara muttered, her voice dripping with irritation and exhaustion. “I can’t… I can’t stand this heat!”
Her eyes darted frantically across the stomach walls as she searched through her satchel, coated now in slime and stomach fluid.
Relief finally washed over her when she spotted a small, shining Reviver Seed nestled among the other items. “Yes… still here…” she murmured, clutching it tightly in her paw, her tail flicking nervously. “Thank goodness… I wasn’t going to lose that.”
Violet’s voice echoed through the chamber, soft but teasing, making Nyxara flinch slightly as she moved. “Struggling so much, Nyx? That’s adorable… my stomach does like to keep things lively, after all.”
“I hope you enjoy every second inside.” Her tail flicked outside, visible as a gentle pendulum, and she purred low in her throat, the vibrations amplifying the tight, pulsing walls around the Meowscarada.
Nyxara groaned and pressed her knees and forearms against the slippery, slimy wall, trying to steady herself and muttered with a huff. “You… you love this, don’t you? You can’t help yourself…”
The slick coating clung to her fur, every touch making her shiver in disgust, and yet she held the Reviver Seed in her paw like a lifeline. “I’ll… I’ll get out… just wait… you’ll see!”
Violet chuckled softly, purring again as she leaned over, observing the subtle ripples of her middle as Nyxara pressed against it.
“Oh, darling… it’s only a matter of time. You know I always digest all the ones I eat,” she said, her tone both teasing and satisfied, tapping a paw against her belly and feeling the small spasms from Nyxara’s struggles beneath the slick interior. “But… I do admire your perseverance, kitty. Not everyone can handle such intense accommodations.”
Nyxara groaned, her voice muffled and strained, glancing at the pool of acid around her paws and tail. “Yeah… well, just don’t think this will last forever… I’m not done yet.”
Her muscles tensed as she tried to leverage her tail and limbs against the slick walls, the Reviver Seed clutched tightly, ready for her next move.
Violet flicked an ear lazily and purred, the faint gurgle of her stomach echoing like a low drumbeat, “We’ll see, little thorn… we’ll see.”
Nyxara held the Reviver Seed tightly in her paw, glancing at Azumarill and his friends whose tiny, sporadic twitches beneath her fur made her smirk.
“Better make sure this only works for me,” she muttered, patting her side to reassure herself and mess with her weakened prey.
She could feel the slimy, warm walls of Violet’s stomach press gently against her back, undulating rhythmically as the fleshy chamber contracted around her.
The heat and slick fluids made it difficult to keep a solid grip, and with a sudden, forceful contraction, Nyxara’s back was pushed forward.
“Ah—!” she yelped, the seed slipping from her grip and flying through the fleshy chamber. Violet’s stomach muscles shifted and gurgled in approval at the motion, the rhythmic pulsing of the walls pressing Nyxara back and forth, coating her in a thin layer of acidic fluid.
Her limbs flailed as she extended her arms, eyes wide in alarm, desperately trying to catch the falling seed. It slid along the slick, warm walls, bouncing slightly in the undulating chamber, before Nyxara finally snatched it with a relieved gasp.
“If I had dropped this… I’d be done for,” she murmured, catching her breath, her claws slick with the stomach’s moisture. The acidic heat burned slightly on her fur, making her skin prickle, and the oppressive warmth of Violet’s stomach made her inhale cautiously.
Violet, outside, tilted her head with curiosity, her tail flicking in a slow rhythm as she chuckled. “Well, well… what are you up to, dear?” she asked, her voice teasing, even as her middle shifted gently from Nyxara’s frantic movements.
She lifted a paw to pat her rounded stomach, following the motion with slow circular rubs, feeling the subtle bumps of Nyxara’s struggles beneath the slick, fleshy walls.
“It won’t matter, you know… soon enough, you will become a very lovely part of me for good,” Violet added with a playful lilt.
Nyxara ignored the taunt, pressing her palm against the slick, curved ceiling above her and punching upward.
The elastic, fleshy tissue stretched slightly with each impact, sending reverberations through the chamber.
The walls pulsed and rippled in response, sending slick waves of stomach fluid along her body.
“Ugh… this is gross!” she groaned, gagging as the heat pressed against her, but a small spark of satisfaction came from feeling that she could still exert some control.
Violet let out a soft giggle, her whiskers flicking, and added a teasing whistle, resuming her slow, methodical kneading of her belly that pressed Nyxara gently against the walls.
Nyxara glanced at the Reviver Seed still in her paw. “Well… better get this done,” she muttered. With a decisive flick, she tossed it into her mouth, chewing swiftly before swallowing.
The warm, slick environment of Violet’s stomach made her gag slightly at first, but she quickly licked her lips, sighing in relief.
“Okay… problem solved,” she murmured, flexing her arms and crossing them over her chest, feeling the hot, acidic fluid shift around her body as Violet’s stomach pulsed and gurgled in response.
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