Violet is not full yet and decides to go for a drink and a tasty dessert as Nyxara plots within her to escape. When the Meowscarada begins to sing Violet is captivated by her voice, unable not to dance and enjoy her favourite meal to the fullest until she is fully digested. Enjoy!

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Nyxara looked around at the fleshy chamber, which stretched wide above and around her. The walls were glossy and slick with a mix of digestive fluids, slime, and traces of Violet’s previous meals. Heat radiated from every surface, oppressive and damp, making the small pool beneath her shimmer with each ripple of motion.

Contractions pressed gently, almost rhythmically, against her sides, occasionally pressing against her arms and legs and making it difficult to move freely. Every movement she made caused the viscous fluids to cling and coat her fur, making her shiver and gag intermittently.

Crossing her arms, Nyxara muttered, “I swear… I’m getting tired of this smell… the slime… the heat… the constant gurgles…” She flexed her claws against the slick walls, trying to get some traction as the stomach pulsed around her.

“And this kneading… princess, you’re really making me uncomfortable!” she snapped, voice muffled by the dense air and surrounding fluids.

The thick heat made each breath a labor, burning slightly as it passed her nose and throat, the oppressive pressure pressing her down against the slick, fleshy walls.

Violet let out a low, soft purr, feeling each bulge and punch against her rounded belly. “Oh, dear… you’re so lively in there. It’s adorable,” she murmured, tilting her head slightly and tapping her paw gently against her middle to feel the tiny tremors of Nyxara’s movements.

“But… my walls are strong, and my belly’s well-protected now. All your little tricks will do nothing to stop what’s happening inside me.” She flicked an ear lazily, watching the ripples travel through her body with satisfaction, a low gurgle punctuating her words.

Nyxara huffed and jabbed the stomach walls with a paw, trying to get Violet’s attention. “I don’t care if you’re protected! I will find a way out, and I’ll—” she started, gagging slightly as the oppressive heat and slimy fluid shifted her posture.

The stomach walls gently pressed and gave in at times, letting her move slightly before tightening again, pushing her down deeper with every contraction.

Violet chuckled softly, her voice echoing through the chamber, “Such determination… you really are something, little thorn. But you’ll experience the next phase fully, because I’m an alpha predator. This belly is well-trained, and it handles lively meals like you very well,” she added, cleaning her teeth with a claw while her tail flicked in rhythm behind her.

Nyxara groaned, looking at the slick walls and the acidic pool beneath her paws. “This… this is unbearable…” she muttered, swallowing hard as the slimy coating made her fur cling uncomfortably.

She shifted slightly, trying to brace herself against the gentle kneading of Violet’s stomach walls, feeling the small bulges caused by her own movements ripple along the fleshy interior. “I’ll… I’ll get out… I have to,” she hissed, flexing her fingers and pressing against the slick, warm, unyielding walls.

Violet purred in response, a soft gurgle vibrating through her belly. “Don’t stop, these amazing inner massages are doing wonders for my circulation.”

Her tail swayed behind her, tapping lightly against the floor as she patted her middle and let the soft waves of internal pressure massage the trapped Meowscarada, each pulse sending warmth and subtle pressure across Nyxara’s form.

Nyxara’s claws flexed and dug slightly into the slick, elastic walls of Violet’s stomach as she prepared to use every move she could think of against the fleshy interior.

“I don’t care if your shields are still up!” she hissed, eyes narrowed with determination. “I’ll make you pay for trapping me in here!”

Her pride flared; she refused to submit to the huge Espeon despite knowing she could return safely after digestion. The slimy walls pressed gently against her limbs, trying to restrain her, but Nyxara’s resolve only strengthened.

Charging a Thunder Punch, she lunged forward, electricity crackling faintly around her claws, aiming to strike the stomach wall with all her strength. The attack hit… and stopped abruptly against Violet’s invisible protective shields.

Sparks fizzled harmlessly against the barrier. Nyxara froze for a moment, her eyes widening in frustration, but she wasn’t hurt. “Ugh! Those shields… they’re so annoying!” she muttered through a hiss, feeling the slick heat of the stomach around her legs and arms.

Outside, Violet raised her upper body slightly, still lying on her back, her rounded middle sloshing with the sudden force of Nyxara’s assault. Her eyes widened as her stomach grumbled in annoyance, sending reverberations through her flanks.

“What on earth…?” she murmured, ears flicking. Her belly shivered and bounced with each impact of Nyxara’s attacks, the digestive fluids sloshing rhythmically around the trapped Meowscarada.

Nyxara didn’t relent. U-turn, Play Rough, Sucker Punch, Low Sweep, Triple Axel, Acrobatics—she unleashed a frenzy of moves in quick succession.

The protective shields stopped every attack from reaching Violet, but the force of her strikes made the enormous Espeon’s belly bounce violently, sloshing the warm fluids around Nyxara.

Each ripple jostled her, making her body slide slightly along the slick walls. The heat pressed in on her from all sides, the sticky, acidic slime clinging to her fur, mixing with remnants of Violet’s previous meals and making the chamber oppressive.

Violet groaned, her voice echoing slightly inside the chamber. “Nyxara! Knock it off! This is useless!” she said, hugging her rounded middle tightly as her stomach gurgled violently, sending small shocks of movement through her body.

“You’re being extremely rude to your hostess!” Her tail lashed behind her, smacking the floor lightly, and she sighed, trying to calm her grumbling gut.

“I don’t care about your shields!” Nyxara shot back, her voice muffled by the tight, acidic air. “I will give you indigestion as much as I can!” Her fists pounded and her legs kicked against the slick, elastic walls, sending bulges and ripples along Violet’s middle with each impact.

She gritted her teeth as the oppressive heat burned slightly against her fur, but her pride refused to let her stop. “You’re going to feel this!” she hissed, punching again and watching as her arms slid back against the slick walls.

Violet let out a low, amused hum, her lips twitching into a faint smile as she felt her belly violently slosh and bounce from Nyxara’s attack frenzy. The Espeon coughed softly, releasing small clouds of smoke from her nostrils, but she didn’t feel any real harm.

“That’s… enough!” she finally said, slapping her belly hard with both forepaws.

SLAP!

A loud thump resonated through her middle, sending waves of motion along the stomach walls and the slick, warm pool surrounding Nyxara.

For a moment, Violet giggled, the vibration of her purrs mixing with the gurgling of her stomach.

“You are not getting out,” she said, tail flicking in amusement. “I thought you might have been able to make it this time, but no, little thorn. You’re mine, and my belly keeps you where you belong.”

Her belly squirmed and jiggled from the residual motions of Nyxara’s attacks, and she gently rubbed it with both forepaws, feeling the tiny bumps and punches from the Meowscarada beneath the protective walls, groaning faintly.

Nyxara groaned, trying to shift and push against the slick, unyielding walls. “Big… fat… stupid…!” she hissed.

Violet’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

“You better not finish that sentence if you don’t want to regret it…” Violet said, letting out a soft growl as a warning.

“Grrrrrrr…!” Nyxara hissed through clenched teeth, but she didn’t stop jabbing and kicking, determined to annoy the Espeon as much as she could.

Violet chuckled lowly, the soft gurgle of her belly echoing around her. “Adorable… but all your effort is just keeping me entertained, little thorn. My belly will finish what it started, and your little tantrums only make it more fun for me.”

She tapped her stomach lightly, feeling the warmth, the slickness, and the small bulges of Nyxara’s attacks ripple through her flanks. Her tail swayed slowly, and she hummed in satisfaction as the protective walls did their job, keeping the Meowscarada contained while allowing the Espeon to enjoy every movement.

Nyxara groaned again, letting out a frustrated hiss as she felt the slick slime and heat pressing in, constricting her motions. “I… I will get out eventually!” she yelled, though her movements grew slower as the oppressive environment drained her energy.

The stomach walls undulated, coating her in slick, warm fluids and gently pressing her down, responding to every kick and punch with firm, resilient pressure.

Violet purred softly, closing her eyes, tail flicking behind her. “Eventually is a long time, dear Nyxara,” she murmured, leaning back slightly, enjoying the gentle, rhythmic bouncing of her rounded middle. “For now, you’re exactly where I want you.”

Gurgle… blorp… groan…

Nyxara gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, glaring at the slick, warm walls surrounding her. “I am not giving up!” she hissed through gritted teeth, determination sparking in her eyes. With a sudden surge, she unleashed a powerful Flower Trick, sending bursts of grassy energy into the pool beneath her paws.

The impact caused a miniature explosion of ripples and froth, tossing her from side to side. The slick, acidic fluid splashed against her fur, leaving her coated in the sticky remnants of Violet’s previous meals, and she yelped, claws scrabbling against the walls in an attempt to stabilize herself.

Above, Violet’s rounded belly quivered violently, the shockwaves of Nyxara’s attack making it slosh like a molten pool. The massive Espeon let out a startled, loud belch.

“BWORP!”

A burst of smoke escaped her mouth, her throat burning slightly from the sudden exertion, but most of the attack power had been prevented from doing real harm.

Her eyes watered, and she instinctively raised a forepaw to cover her mouth, muttering in a flustered, nervous giggle.

“Oh… goodness! That… that was too loud! No one heard me, right? An elegant lady simply cannot—”

She sighed in relief as her gaze swept the surroundings. “Phew… there’s no one here. Disaster avoided.”

Inside her belly, Nyxara struggled against the slick walls, hissing and pushing with her arms and legs, trying to regain some control over her position. But Violet’s protective shields held firm, and the stomach walls flexed around her with unyielding pressure.

Each attempt to shove or kick only caused her body to slide along the slick, warm interior, the thin air making each breath burn her throat slightly. She growled,

“C’mon… stop… this!” but the walls pushed back steadily, kneading her gently but firmly, forcing her deeper into the pool of warm fluids coating the stomach floor.

Violet watched her rounded middle finally settle, her belly quiet and still after the chaos. A soft, pleased giggle escaped her lips, her tail flicking with satisfaction.

She tapped her chin playfully and said aloud, voice echoing in the warm, slick chamber, “Heh… I’ve suffocated your little rebellion, Nyx. But don’t think that’s the end… you need a proper punishment.”

Rolling onto her side with practiced elegance, Violet rose to her feet, letting her heavy belly hang between her legs. She began to shake it deliberately, the soft, rhythmic motion causing it to bounce and slosh.

Each movement jostled Nyxara inside, sending her limbs flailing and splashing the warm, viscous fluids around her. The Meowscarada’s muffled yells echoed through the stomach, a mixture of frustration and resignation as she was tossed from side to side, unable to find her footing.

“Ehhh! Stop it! You’re so unfair!” Nyxara hissed, slapping the slick walls with her claws. “You can’t just… just treat me like this!” She twisted and flailed, the warm slime coating her entirely, her fur sticking to the fleshy walls and leaving streaks in the liquid sheen.

Violet let out a soft, teasing laugh, tilting her head and flicking her ears with amusement. “Oh, dear, I am just taking care of you, aren’t I? A proper little punishment for such a naughty meal. My belly enjoys a bit of activity—it keeps it lively. And you… you make it so much fun.”

She tapped her rounded middle gently, sending more waves of motion through the stomach and eliciting another muffled shriek from Nyxara.

“You… you’re enjoying this! You… big, smug…!” Nyxara yelled, hissing and squirming as her claws scraped the slick interior. Each motion of Violet’s belly sent her tumbling, her balance impossible to maintain as the warm fluids sloshed beneath her.

The acidic, thin air made her throat burn with every breath, and the oppressive heat pressed against her back and sides.

Violet’s tail swayed slowly behind her, whiskers twitching with pleasure as she watched the subtle bumps and ripples of her middle react to Nyxara’s movements.

“Mmm, yes… just like that, little thorn. Struggle all you want, it only makes it more satisfying for me. My belly loves a lively guest, and you’re perfect.”

Her voice was low and musical, punctuated by soft gurgles and the squelching sounds of stomach fluids shifting.

Nyxara groaned, muffled by the pressure around her. “I… I’m not perfect! You… you’re… the one who’s ridiculous!” she shouted, her claws jabbing at the slick walls as she tried to maintain her balance, though her efforts were almost futile.

The warm, viscous liquid clung to her fur, the slick slime making every movement laborious, and the stomach walls pressed and undulated gently with each flex of Violet’s enormous body.

Violet chuckled again, tail flicking, ears swiveling in delight. “Adorable, really. Your defiance only makes my belly stronger, and your struggles are just music to it. Every kick, every punch… it keeps me entertained. And soon, little thorn, you’ll understand that resistance is so much more fun than surrender.”

Nyxara groaned again, the oppressive heat and the slick, bouncing walls pressing in from all sides. “I… I will find a way… I will! You just wait!” she spat, but even she could feel the futility of her efforts as Violet’s belly continued to bounce and knead, the warm, slimy fluids sloshing rhythmically around her.

Violet hummed contentedly, tail swaying slowly behind her. “Oh, I know, little thorn… but you’ll have to wait a long time. My belly is patient, and so am I. For now… you’re right where you belong.”

She tapped her rounded middle lightly, feeling the small bulges of Nyxara’s attacks ripple through the soft, resilient walls, and a satisfied purr rumbled from deep within her chest.

Violet let out a soft, musical laugh, patting the rounded side of her belly with a forepaw. Her ears flicked, and her tail swayed lazily behind her.

“That should be enough punishment for now,” she said, voice warm but amused, glancing down at the muffled, squirming Nyxara inside her. “I hope you’ll behave properly this time.”

Inside, Nyxara pressed her paws to her head, still dizzy from the relentless bouncing, groaning as she tried to regain some composure. “Behave properly? Ha! I’m far from done,” she said, voice muffled and sarcastic, eyes narrowing in the dim, warm light of Violet’s stomach. “Are you seriously going to keep indulging yourself like this, princess?”

Violet arched a brow and chuckled, licking her lips with anticipation. “Indulge myself? Why, yes… some of those tasty apples and berries from the trees I spotted a while ago are sounding very appealing right now.”

She chuckled and began to walk, swaying her hips with pride. Her massive belly shifted and rocked from side to side with each step, the soft sway bouncing Nyxara slightly, making the Meowscarada groan and jab at the slick, fleshy walls beneath her feet.

Nyxara groaned again, pressing her back against a stomach wall and crossing her arms.

“Ugh… this is ridiculous. Can’t I get some footing in here?” she complained, though a sly smirk crept onto her face.

“Not that I’m giving up… just waiting for the perfect moment. Tamato berries and seed bombs, princess… that’ll knock your manners straight out of you.”

Violet, oblivious to the plotting within, continued her leisurely walk. Each step made her belly sway and rock, the soft flesh shifting like a gentle tide.

“Hmm… I think I’ll enjoy these apples slowly, let each bite linger,” she mused aloud, tail flicking behind her and ears twitching with pleasure.

“I’ve worked up quite the appetite after such a lively main course. You made that so enjoyable for me, tasty kitty.”

Inside, Nyxara’s body bounced uncomfortably against the slick stomach walls, the warm, acidic fluids shifting beneath her and coating her fur in a thin, slimy sheen.

She pressed herself flat, trying to resist sliding, but each sway of Violet’s hips forced her to roll slightly, her claws scraping the fleshy interior. “You… you smug oversized princess,” she hissed, jabbing at the slick walls with her claws. “You have no idea how annoying this is!”

Violet’s eyes glimmered a faint blue as she stopped near the clearing of trees, sitting elegantly on her ass. Her enormous belly rocked slightly as she settled, the motion sending another jolt of movement through Nyxara, who hissed and tried to brace herself.

Glorsh!

“Ow! Hey! Watch it!” the Meowscarada grumbled, still plotting.

Violet ignored the muffled complaints, her ears twitching as she scanned the trees. With a flick of her psychic energy, the ripe fruit hovered toward her, levitating gently in the air.

She opened her mouth slowly, tongue curling slightly, anticipation sparkling in her eyes. “Ah… dessert at last,” she murmured, voice soft and pleased. “I think I’ll savor each bite after such a… lively main course.”

Inside, Nyxara’s claws scraped the stomach walls instinctively as she watched the motion of Violet preparing her meal.

“Not yet, princess,” she muttered, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Your indulgence won’t last forever. One well-placed berry or seed bomb and you’ll be so flustered…”

She pressed herself flat, already calculating the timing, feeling the rhythmic sway of Violet’s belly as it shifted and bounced with every subtle movement.

Violet’s tail flicked lazily, ears twitching as she surveyed the floating fruit, unaware of the plotting within. “Hmm… yes, this is perfect. The scent, the colors… it all makes the anticipation so much sweeter.”

She lowered her head slightly, eyes gleaming, letting her tongue brush against her teeth as she imagined the first bite, her belly relaxing slightly while still bouncing gently from the energy inside.

Nyxara groaned softly, the slick fluid coating her fur, tail brushing against her back as she adjusted her position. “Just wait… just wait,” she muttered, a sly grin forming despite the discomfort. “You’ve been so smug and indulgent, Violet… time to see how you handle a taste of your own chaos.”

The warm interior of Violet’s stomach continued to pulse gently, the walls flexing with each movement. Tiny bulges formed and vanished as Nyxara shifted, and the subtle gurgles of the digestive system echoed faintly, a reminder of the oppressive, yet controlled, environment that held her prisoner.

Every sway of Violet’s massive belly sent Nyxara sliding slightly, forcing her to press her paws against the slick walls, the oppressive heat and acidic air making her gag and hiss occasionally.

Violet tilted her head back slightly, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. “Ah… such lively little struggles,” she mused, tail flicking behind her.

“I wonder what you’ll do next, hmm?” Her voice, playful yet commanding, filled the warm clearing as the fruit hovered in front of her, anticipation for her next indulgence building.

Violet’s eyes gleamed as she extended her psychic influence, drawing the floating fruit closer. “Ah… just a little closer,” she murmured, tail swaying in a slow, rhythmic arc. With a careful flick of her wrist, several of the ripest apples and berries hovered toward her open maw.

She closed her jaws slowly, letting the fruit slide in, and began to chew with deliberate, elegant motions. Her ears flicked in pleasure, tongue darting to lick the juice sliding down the corners of her mouth. “Mmm… these are the best apples and berries I’ve ever tasted,” she purred softly, eyes half-closed and tail wagging behind her in contentment.

Gulp.

Tilting her head back, she swallowed with a small, precise gulp, maintaining her signature grace. The bulge of food slid down her esophagus, pushing against her throat and disappearing beneath her collarbone with a subtle, satisfying shift.

Violet let out a soft sigh, murmuring, “Ah… perfection. Absolutely delightful,” before opening her mouth again for the next piece. Each bite brought a faint gurgle from her belly, the warmth and pressure of her digestive muscles pressing gently as the food settled further down.

Inside, Nyxara squirmed and shifted uncomfortably, the slick walls of the stomach pressing against her fur. Her paws scraped the slick, slimy surface, trying to find purchase, but the interior remained oppressive and warm.

Her eyes watered from the acidic air, and the smell of chewed fruit mixed with digestive fluids made her wrinkle her nose in disgust. “Ugh… again? Seriously?!” she hissed, batting at the falling cascade of mashed apples and berries with her paws. “Stop! That’s enough! If you keep eating like this, you’re going to get fatter than a Snorlax!”

Violet’s soft, melodic purring echoed around the stomach chamber, carried faintly to Nyxara through the thick, warm walls. “Oh, is that so?” Violet murmured with a teasing flick of her ears, her voice playful. “I suppose I might be expanding a little… but I do enjoy every bite.”

She rubbed a forepaw over the spot Nyxara had just jabbed, letting out a quiet chuckle. “You’re so lively… such determination, kitty. I love it.”

Nyxara pressed herself flat against the slick interior, trying to dodge some of the falling food, but mashed fruit and juice clung to her fur despite her struggles.

She groaned, shaking herself, only to be showered with more chewed apples and berries, the pulpy cascade splashing onto the shallow acidic pool below her feet.

“Ah! This is disgusting! You’re ruining everything!” she snapped, fists punching at the stomach walls, making them shiver slightly before settling. “You… you’re impossible!”

Violet’s purrs grew louder, rumbling faintly from her chest. “Mm… impossible, am I?” she replied softly, tail swishing in satisfaction.

“I’d say… remarkably persistent. And you’re very tasty,” she added with a small chuckle, leaning her head back as she took another bite, lips smacking as she savored the flavor.

She swallowed slowly, letting the bulge sink deeper with a faint sigh of contentment.

Inside, Nyxara felt the gentle kneading of the stomach walls, slick and warm, pressing against her back and sides as they adjusted to Violet’s swallowing motions.

“Stop… stop moving like that!” she shouted in frustration, pressing herself against the walls to resist, but each contraction of Violet’s stomach forced her to shift and slide slightly.

The gurgling mixed with the heartbeat of the massive Espeon created a constant rhythm she had to endure, every thump and slosh vibrating through her body. “I… I hate this! You’re a jerk!”

Violet chuckled softly, voice echoing faintly inside the chamber as she licked her lips and rubbed her forepaws over her round middle. “Oh, I don’t think you hate it entirely, dear,” she teased.

She took another bite, careful and elegant, and sighed in deep pleasure. “Yes… that’s perfect. So very lively… such a spirited little rebel.”

Nyxara groaned, scrabbling against the slippery walls and trying to find purchase. “I… I’m not your meal to play with!” she hissed, jabbing at the stomach with both fists.

“You… you can’t keep doing this forever! I’ll—”

She was interrupted by a cascade of chewed berries landing squarely on her head, slipping down her shoulders, and clinging to her fur with a wet squelch.

Violet tilted her head back, eyes sparkling, and purred again. “Ah… it’s all part of the experience. The warmth, the smell, the texture… it’s all very… intimate in the best sense of the word”

She flicked her ears, tongue darting to lick a bit of juice from her lips, eyes closing briefly in satisfaction as her belly gently gurgled in response to the food settling.

Nyxara huffed, pressing her knees against her middle to brace herself against the slick, bouncing walls. “You… you’re a spoiled princess… and this is disgusting,” she snapped, voice muffled as she jabbed the stomach walls again, creating small bulges that bounced before sinking back. “I’m not enjoying this!”

Violet chuckled softly, tail flicking and swishing behind her. “No? Oh… I’m sure you are, darling. You’re so lively… so spirited. Every reaction, every muffled complaint… it makes me so pleased.”

She took another slow, deliberate bite, swallowing gracefully, eyes sparkling as she felt the bulge of fruit slide past her throat, deeper into her chest. “Yes… perfection. Absolutely delightful.”

Nyxara groaned, sliding slightly on the slick interior, watching as Violet’s elegance remained untouched despite the chaos.

“I’m going to make you regret this,” she whispered, voice muffled but determined, claws digging lightly into the stomach walls as the heat, slime, and gurgles pressed around her.

Violet purred in contentment, tail swaying lazily, eyes half-closed. “We’ll see, cutie… we’ll see. But for now… enjoy the ride. It’s all part of your hostess’ cozy accomodations.”

Her belly shifted gently with another satisfied gurgle, slick walls kneading Nyxara in a controlled rhythm, as the Espeon prepared to continue her indulgence with the levitated fruit, savoring every moment.

Violet continued to eat, her jaws moving elegantly as she savored the last of the apples and berries. Her tail swayed behind her, flicking in time with her satisfied chewing.

Each bite caused faint gurgles to ripple through her round belly, and Nyxara inside struggled, pressing her paws and face against the slick, fleshy walls.

The Meowscarada punched and kicked, making momentary bulges appear in the curvature of Violet’s middle before they slowly sank back.

“Ugh… you really can’t stop, can you?” Nyxara hissed, muffled but audible. “This is… disgusting… and you’re enjoying it!”

Violet tilted her head back, tongue flicking briefly as she licked some juice from her lips. “Oh, I am… very much enjoying it,” she replied with a soft purr. “All that effort, all those muffled complaints make every bite even better.”

Her belly shifted with a gentle slosh, walls kneading the trapped Meowscarada in rhythm with her gurgling digestive muscles.

After several minutes of indulgence, Violet extended her psychic senses to pull more fruit closer—but nothing happened. Her ears flicked in mild surprise as she opened her eyes, noticing the trees were bare.

“Oh!” she said, cheeks puffing as she tried to cover her mouth with a paw. “Whoops… looks like I overdid it again, haha…” A faint blush rose on her cheeks as her stomach let out a low, pleased gurgle, almost mocking her.

Nyxara pressed herself harder against the Espeon’s middle, stretching her arms and legs against the soft walls to make herself visible along the curvature. “Violet! Let me out! Now! Or you’ll regret it!” she demanded, voice muffled but sharp.

Violet rolled her eyes, a faint smile tugging at her lips. She clenched a paw like a fist and gently tapped the stomach wall, jokingly punching Nyxara and pushing her back to the center.

The Meowscarada’s muffled “OW!” echoed briefly as her bulge sloshed violently before the walls settled again.

Violet giggled, tail flicking behind her.

“Regret? Oh, no,” Violet said softly as she rose gracefully to her feet, her belly swaying lightly from side to side. “Not feeling very regretful at all.” She glanced over her shoulder and patted her side. “You should get comfortable, you’re not going anywhere for now.”

Gwooooorrrgle!

A louder gurgle rippled through her middle, vibrating beneath Nyxara. Violet’s ears flicked as she smirked. “Ah… digestion is beginning in earnest,” she murmured, voice calm and melodic.

The walls of her stomach contracted rhythmically, warm and slick, gently kneading the trapped Meowscarada and coating her in residual juices from the fruit.

Nyxara groaned, jabbing and pushing against the fleshy interior. “You… you won’t keep me in here forever! I’ll—” She was cut off by another shift of Violet’s belly, a gentle slosh that tossed her slightly to the side.

Violet chuckled softly, swishing her tail lazily. “Oh, little brat… you’re spirited as ever. But it’s all part of the experience.” She leaned back slightly, paw to her cheek, eyes gleaming with playful amusement as she watched her middle settle with faint, satisfying gurgles.

Nyxara’s tail flicked in frustration. “Spirited… spirited isn’t the word I’d use! I’m going to make you regret this!” she hissed, muffled but defiant, digging her claws lightly into the slick walls.

Violet yawned softly, curling her tongue as she rubbed her round belly in slow circles, gurgles and sloshes harmonizing with the soft thump of her heartbeat. “Hmm… patience, Nyx,” she purred. “All in due time. Right now… you just enjoy the ride.”

Violet raised a clawed finger to her mouth, scraping gently to remove remnants of berry skin clinging to her teeth. She flicked her paw elegantly, discarding the debris with precision.

“There… much better,” she murmured, voice soft and refined. She stretched gracefully, arching her back and lifting her butt just enough for the grass to tickle her pudgy belly. She let out a long, satisfied yawn, smacking her lips with a small, pleased sound.

“I feel a bit sleepy,” she admitted, the faint hint of a food coma nudging her senses. “But I’ll stay awake a while longer until my lively meal’s struggles wear thin.” Her eyes flicked with amusement, ears perking as her tail swayed behind her in rhythmic flicks.

Rising from the soft grass, Violet began walking again, her large paws pressing into the earth with grace. Each step caused her hips to jiggle and her rounded stomach to sway slightly from side to side.

“A bit of water would be perfect,” she murmured, glancing around for the river she had noticed earlier.

Her posture remained elegant, every movement deliberate, but her pendulous middle betrayed the indulgence of her recent meal, shifting faintly as the internal weight settled.

Inside, Nyxara groaned, pressing herself against the slick stomach walls. The rising heat, the damp, acidic air, and the pressure from the walls were wearing her down. “Ugh… this is unbearable,” she muttered, slapping against the compacting walls with her claws.

The chewed fruit beneath her began to dissolve in the slick, acidic pool, emitting faint bubbles and releasing a warm, slightly sour scent. She pressed her knees to her chest, her pride refusing to yield. “I… I can endure… just a little longer.”

She glanced at the flickering protective shields around Violet’s inner walls, noting that they were starting to fade slightly but were still strong enough to stop any of her attacks.

Nyxara smirked faintly. “If I play this right… a little spicy surprise will give her the shock of her life,” she muttered under her breath, glancing at her stash.

The thought made her twitch involuntarily, releasing a tiny, muffled burp. “Looks like Azumarill and the others… gave in to my stomach. Hmph… they were really tasty,” she added, patting her side with a small satisfied sigh.

Outside, Violet tapped her left thigh with mock nobility, the motion making the soft flesh jiggle just the right amount.

“Exactly the right balance,” she said to herself, voice lilting and amused. “Squishy… yet toned. A proper lady never surpasses her limit, even when indulging herself occasionally.”

Her tail flicked with a soft swish, and her ears twitched with contentment, the faint gurgle of her middle echoing softly.

A faint, mischievous smile crept onto Nyxara’s face despite the oppressive heat and damp. “I’ll… turn proper Violet the Proper into Violet the Belcher,” she muttered under her breath, her claws flexing as she tested the slick, fleshy walls around her.

Another small burp escaped her lips, muffled but audible in the confined space. “Heh… I’ll enjoy seeing her reaction.”

Violet chuckled softly, unaware of the muffled comments within her belly, tilting her head back to flick her ears with satisfaction.

“Such lively little meal… always makes my day more interesting,” she murmured, tail swaying behind her.

Each step caused her belly to shift gently, the slick walls inside moving in rhythm with her walking, sending subtle tremors through the trapped Meowscarada.

Nyxara growled softly, pressing her hands against the stomach wall, feeling the slick slime coat her fur with each movement. “I… I won’t just lie down,” she hissed, muffled but determined. “You’ll… regret it, Violet. Just you wait…”

Violet only giggled, swaying her hips slightly as she walked toward the river. “Oh, tasty kitty… patience is a virtue,” she purred. “All in good time… all in good time.”

Her tail flicked once more, and the soft, warm gurgles of her satisfied belly echoed in the quiet clearing, each vibration a subtle reminder of her recent indulgence.

Nyxara cleared her throat, her muffled voice resonating against the slick, fleshy walls of Violet’s stomach. She pressed her hands against the stomach wall and tapped rhythmically, using her gut as a drum while keeping her legs pressed together.

“Ohhh… listen well,” she began, “for I have tales of battles fought and victories earned!” Her small tail flicked in rhythm, bouncing lightly against the walls as she shifted her weight.

🎵 Nyxara cleared her throat, preparing to sing aloud,
Her voice echoing through the confines, rich and proud.
She patted her gut like a drum, hips swaying with grace,
Every twitch and tail flick kept rhythm in place.🎵

Violet, walking gracefully through the forest with her belly swaying from side to side, perked her ears at the faint, muffled singing. Glancing over her shoulder, she tilted her head with curiosity.

“Hm… she really does have a beautiful voice,” she murmured, a soft smile playing across her lips. Her hips swayed slightly in rhythm, tail moving in a gentle arc behind her. “So creative… I must admit, that’s impressive.”

Her hips moved rhythmically as she complimented the Meowscarada, eyes gleaming with genuine amusement.

🎵She sang of Azumarill, Marill, and Azurill’s fate,
How she devoured them quickly, not a moment to wait.
Berries chewed from trees with a powerful thigh,
She boasted and chuckled, letting out a victorious sigh.🎵

Nyxara continued, her voice rising in excitement as she patted her stuffed middle like a drum, making tiny bulges ripple in the soft flesh surrounding her. Her small tail flicked back and forth, adding a visual flourish to her performance.

She kicked lightly at the surrounding walls in rhythm, sending small tremors through the viscous interior.

Violet giggled quietly, tilting her head again, and shook her hips in gentle cadence with the song. “Very clever… really,” she commented, flicking her ears. “She’s got rhythm, I’ll give her that,” she whispered to herself, smoothing her paw along her rounded belly.

Violet tilted her head, flicking her ears in surprise. “That was… impressive, Nyxara,” she said, tail flicking as she kept time with the rhythm. Her stomach gave a faint gurgle, almost in sync with the Meowscarada’s song.

Nyxara’s next stranza came with a louder, teasing tone. She tapped and rapped on the walls with her paws, her voice bouncing off the slick, damp surface around her.

Her legs kicked faintly in the sticky pool beneath her, sending small splashes across the smooth lining of Violet’s belly. She flicked her tail proudly, wiggling it for emphasis.

🎵 I struck a tree with my mighty thigh,
Berries rained down as I feasted high!
Juices slid and splashed across the floor,
I pounced, I leaped, I demanded more! 🎵

Violet chuckled softly, ears perking. “I must say… I really do like her flair,” she said aloud, swaying her hips slightly and letting her tail sway in rhythm, moving her head back and forth to follow the rhythm.

“She’s clever, inventive… almost endearing,” she admitted with a gentle smile.

Nyxara pouted slightly for dramatic effect, letting her next stranza carry a sense of tension.

🎵 A swarm of Beedrill buzzed and chased,
They aimed for my ass, but I was not fazed!
Dodging each sting with skillful flair,
No one could catch me, I was aware!

She stomped and shifted against the walls, sending a gentle bounce through the Espeon’s middle, tail flicking rapidly.

Violet tilted her head, the flick of her ears signaling amusement and whistling faintly.

“Impressive, truly. She’s quite resourceful,” she said, tail swaying lazily. “Even in my belly, she keeps her pride.”

A faint gurgle escaped her middle as if it were laughing along, the slight shift making Nyxara’s voice echo against the interior.

Nyxara leaned forward and began her next verse, voice brimming with defiance.

🎵Then she met Violet again, a challenge anew,
Giving her a fight, testing what she could do.
Despite being swallowed once by the alpha grande,
Nyxara fought back, showing she’d firmly withstand.🎵

Her paws drummed against the walls, small sloshes and tremors rippling with each beat. She banged her fists lightly, smirking, letting the words carry a teasing edge.

🎵 The berries and fruit, my feast in the pool,
I dodge the slick slime, I keep my cool.
Every kick, every punch, a rhythm I make,
A song of my struggle, of chances I take!

🎵 My paws tap the walls, my tail flicks in time,
I sing, I move, in this stomach confined.
Though the gurgles and slime try to dampen my voice,
I will not be silent, I still have a choice!

🎵 Protect and Safeguard cannot hold me down,
I strike, I twist, I refuse to drown!
Even here in the fleshy, warm prison,
I keep my pride, my will never hidden!

🎵 Enough of your teasing, my gut will prevail,
I will find a way, I will tip the scale!
Though your gurgles and nudges make me sway,
I will endure until I find my way!

🎵 And now I rest, a moment to plan,
The berries, the seed bombs, all in my hand.
I bide my time, I let the slime shift,
My song continues, my power a gift!

The Espeon’s tail flicked faster, swaying behind her with a pleased grin. “Clever little one,” Violet chuckled, shaking her hips in amusement. She admired the Meowscarada’s energy and agility, watching her antics inside.

Violet’s ears twitched and eyes softened, impressed at the audacity. “Bold and persistent, I’ll give her that,” she said, whistling lightly. She glanced down at her middle, feeling the faint movements of her prey inside.

🎵Now trapped inside this smug, cheeked-up, bottomless pit,
She cursed the place where manners must tightly fit.
She called Violet a manner maniac with a grin,
While tapping the stomach walls, ready to sing again.🎵

The huge espeon’s tail flicked in amusement, swaying in time. “Oh my, she’s quite the creative one,” Violet remarked, whiskers twitching. Her forepaws drummed lightly against the grass, matching the rhythm, intrigued by Nyxara’s daring performance.

🎵Patting her gut like a drum, she continued her tune,
Shaking her hips as if dancing beneath the moon.
Flicking her tail and tapping walls to keep beat,
Her melody carried the story of every feat.🎵

Violet tilted her head, eyes gleaming with approval. “Such rhythm… and such confidence,” she commented, purring softly. Her belly jiggled slightly as she shifted, tail swaying, enjoying the spectacle.

🎵The playful teasing mixed in every refrain,
Mocking Violet’s elegance, keeping her in strain.
Yet the Meowscarada’s cleverness shone through each line,
Revealing her wit as brilliant and fine.🎵

Violet chuckled, shaking her head. “Alright, that’s enough,” she said, smiling.

When Nyxara ignored her, Violet’s smile faltered slightly as she stopped in her tracks mid-step, ears flattening ever so slightly.

“I said… enough!”

She exclaimed sharply, slapping her side hard.

SMACK!

The stomach bounced and sloshed violently, bulging outwards and settling with a wet thump, interrupting Nyxara’s melody abruptly.

Nyxara’s voice cut off mid-word, letting out a muffled, surprised “Ow!” as the sudden motion rocked her against the inner walls.

Violet’s tail flicked behind her with controlled satisfaction, hips swaying slightly as she added, “Do not get too cheeky, dear… I may be indulgent, but I have limits.”

She pressed a clawed paw to her cheek in mock admonishment. “One more verse like that and I might just remind you who’s in charge.”

Nyxara huffed indignantly, pressing her hands against the walls again, cheeks puffing with exaggerated annoyance. “Hey! I was only singing!” she protested, tail flicking with frustration. “You don’t have to squash my creativity!”

Violet chuckled softly, relaxing her stance slightly while still keeping her paw on her cheek. “Creativity is lovely… but manners, even more so,” she teased, tail swaying in a lazy arc.

“Remember, darling, you’re inside my belly. That gives me the final say.”

Nyxara groaned and tapped the stomach wall one last time, letting her voice echo faintly.

“Fine… but I’ll keep singing, just you wait. This isn’t over!”

She flicked her tail and shifted her hips, sending another faint ripple through Violet’s interior, earning a soft, amused gurgle from the Espeon’s middle.

Violet shook her head, a soft laugh escaping her. “Oh, you’re persistent… I’ll give you that,” she murmured.

“But don’t worry, I’ll enjoy your song… just on my terms.” Her hips swayed rhythmically, tail curling in satisfaction, and she continued walking toward the river, leaving Nyxara to her muffled, gleeful plotting.

🎵Nyxara groaned in muffled dismay,
But she smirked, plotting another playful display.
Her song would not end, though stymied for now,
She tapped the walls, determined to show her know-how.🎵

Violet’s tail flicked in slight irritation, though her ears stayed perked. “You’ll learn some manners soon,” she said with a sly grin. Still, her hips swayed unconsciously, unable to resist the rhythm of Nyxara’s performance.

🎵With each verse, the Meowscarada teased and spun,
Laughing at Violet’s dismay and fun.
Her clever lyrics danced with her agile frame,
Inside the alpha, she continued her game.🎵

The Espeon’s eyes softened, and a small laugh escaped her lips. “Ok, ok, your voice is captivating” she murmured, swishing her tail behind her. Despite being trapped, the Meowscarada’s creativity and spirit entertained her immensely.

🎵Every line, every note, was filled with jest,
Mocking, recounting, leaving nothing suppressed.
Her voice echoed, filling every curve and wall,
A song of cunning, persistence, and sprawl.🎵

Violet closed her eyes briefly, ears flicking in time with the music. “Truly remarkable,” she said, swaying her hips with a soft chuckle while dancing slightly. She enjoyed every note, feeling Nyxara’s pride and determination resonate within her.

Violet chuckled softly, ears flicking in amusement, tail swaying behind her. “Nyxara, you really have a captivating voice,” she said, her voice carrying a hint of playful awe.

“I swear, you made me dance and shake just listening to you.” She leaned over slightly, eyes glinting as she poked her side gently, feeling the flesh soften beneath her clawed paw.

The huge Espeon grinned, tail flicking in rhythm with the faint gurgles from her belly. “But don’t forget, little one,” she said with a teasing tone, “I’m in charge here.”

Her smile widened as she watched Nyxara’s muffled movements from within. “Your time is running out before I finish digesting you,” Violet added, her voice punctuated by a wet groan from deep in her stomach.

The walls churned harder, shifting and kneading, sending gentle vibrations through Nyxara’s body.

Violet’s ears twitched as she thought aloud, tilting her head with curiosity. “I wonder… do you still have a reviver seed like last time?” she mused, tail flicking as she licked her lips.

“If so, maybe you’ll get another chance to escape and I’ll have the pleasure of tasting you again.” She giggled, hips swaying slightly as her belly jiggled with each step.

“If not… well, you’ll just be decorating my curves forever,” she added, her words teasing yet confident, a playful glint in her eyes.

Nyxara didn’t respond, quiet for once, her gaze hidden beneath the folds of Violet’s stomach. Violet tilted her head, a small smirk forming. “Silent all of a sudden, are we?” she remarked, paws brushing lightly against her side.

“Maybe you’ve realized, there’s just no way out.” Her voice carried amusement and triumph in equal measure as she resumed walking, whistling a soft, pleased tune while her massive belly swayed between her legs.

Soon, Violet reached the riverbank. She lowered herself gracefully onto her forepaws and leaned forward, rising her rump in a smooth arch. The rippling muscles of her back flexed elegantly as she dipped her muzzle into the flowing water, taking long, heavy gulps.

Gulp, gulp, gulp.

The cool liquid slid down her throat, sending a refreshing shiver through her body. She kept a careful eye on the water, ensuring there were no water Pokémon nearby, recalling with a mischievous grin how she had accidentally swallowed two last time.

“Although… I wouldn’t mind,” she murmured, a mocking lilt in her voice, “they seemed willing to be swallowed by me anyway.”

Nyxara shifted slightly within the fleshy chamber, pressing against the stomach walls as Violet’s gulps echoed through her body.

The heat and dampness pressed down on her, but she kept a sharp focus, watching Violet’s every movement.

The gurgles from Violet’s stomach pulsed with each gulp, resonating against Nyxara’s body. She flicked her tails and tapped the stomach walls, sending small vibrations that made Violet chuckle.

“Oh, little one,” Violet purred, straightening slightly and licking her lips again, “you really are determined to make your presence known.” She rested a paw elegantly against the riverbank, tail flicking in rhythm with her heartbeat.

“But even with all your struggles… my insides have a mind of their own. They’ll keep you exactly where I want.”

Nyxara hissed faintly, trying to resist, pressing her arms against the walls in a futile effort to move. “You’re… so smug,” she muttered, voice muffled but filled with frustration.

Violet tilted her head, amused, watching the small bulges in her belly as Nyxara jabbed and pushed.

“Smug? Me?” she said teasingly, flicking her ear and letting out a soft laugh. “I’m just… enjoying the moment from my perspective.”

The purple feline shifted her weight, tail swaying, body stretching elegantly, sending her stomach walls undulating gently. “I suppose we’ll see how long you can last,” Violet added, voice soft but commanding.

“Every squirm, every push… it’s just feeding my pleasure and reminding me why you’re so memorable.” She licked her lips again, taking another careful sip of the river water, eyes glimmering with the satisfaction of dominance and elegance.

Nyxara groaned and hissed again, frustration and pride colliding as she tried to find purchase against the slick, undulating walls. Her claws scrabbled lightly, making tiny impressions in the supple flesh, her tail flicking in agitation.

Violet’s lips curved into a knowing smile as she watched, her ears twitching. “Keep trying, little one,” she teased. “It only makes me appreciate your resilience more… and my curves can’t wait to add you to them as well.”

The river’s coolness contrasted with the oppressive warmth of Violet’s body, sending shivers along her limbs. Each gulp and tilt of her head sent faint vibrations through Nyxara, who flicked her tail and tapped rhythmically against the walls, keeping herself engaged while plotting her next move.

Violet, completely in command, purred softly, swaying her hips and her rump slightly with each sip. “Ah… nothing like a good drink after a lively meal,” she murmured, lapping water with slow, measured elegance.

Violet continued her leisurely walk along the riverbank, hips swaying with each step, her belly rolling gracefully from side to side.

The water she had drunk earlier had joined Nyxara inside, mixing with the acids and stomach fluids, sending wetter, sloshing gurgles throughout the chamber.

Each sway and step made the mixture splash over the Meowscarada, clinging to her fur and adding to the oppressive heat.

Inside, the walls of Violet’s stomach churned harder with every heartbeat, pulsating rhythmically as if marking time. The air was thin, humid, and slightly acidic, making Nyxara’s breaths burn and her muscles slick with sweat.

She struggled to maintain footing, her claws scraping uselessly against the slick, flexible walls, but the damp, suffocating heat made her dizzy.

With a startled groan and a muffled “ack,” she slipped and fell on her back, eliciting a small splash as the mixture shifted beneath her.

Violet’s belly sloshed in response, sending gentle ripples through the chamber, and the Espeon let out a pleased hum.

“Ah… that tickled,” Violet giggled, glancing over her shoulder with a playful gleam in her eye. “You should consider yourself honored, Nyxara. You’re my favourite meal, after all.” She leaned slightly, inspecting her reflection in the river, and winked at it.

With a mischievous flick of her ass, she turned slightly to give the water a teasing wiggle. “Mm, you’re going to pad me out so well, little one,” she added with a soft chuckle, tapping her left thigh lightly with her tail before sighing in contentment.

Nyxara, pressed against the slick, undulating stomach walls, crossed her arms and laid flat against the curvature. Her tail twitched irritably as she murmured to herself, “just wait… soon, I’ll make you pay for this.”

She eyed the pool of stomach fluids beneath her and her satchel containing Seed Bombs and Tamato Berries, carefully calculating the perfect moment to strike and give Violet the worst indigestion imaginable.

Violet’s ears twitched at the muffled muttering inside, and she tilted her head with a knowing smile. “I wonder… where did all that bravado go, Nyx?” she teased aloud, swaying her hips and letting her belly jiggle with each step.

“I do miss your struggles, you know… they’re very… soothing. And ticklish.” She flicked her ears and wagged her tail in rhythm with the wet gurgles from within, enjoying the faint thuds and bumps as Nyxara shifted around.

Nyxara remained quiet, hissing softly and shifting slightly, pressing herself against a pulsing wall as she plotted her next move. Violet, noticing the silence, let out a small chuckle.

“Hmm… silent now, are we? Maybe it’s time you admit defeat. It’ll be better for you in the long run, trust me.”

Her tone was playful, but firm, a gentle reminder of the power she wielded even while moving elegantly along the riverbank.

Nyxara’s tail flicked once in irritation, and she muttered under her breath, “It’s good to let her talk. She doesn’t realize I am turning her into a powerful belcher. All that elegance, all those manners… will be shattered in one swoop.”

She jabbed at a wall with a clawed paw, testing the elasticity of Violet’s stomach as she silently waited for the right moment to unleash her counterattack.