When Violet thinks she has won and has managed to submit Nyxara the Meowscarada still has a very spicy trick up her sleeve, causing the alpha Espeon to have a huge indigestion and release a deafening belch that can be heard by the whole forest. After that, when two Pokémon pass by and one of them makes fun of her she decides to swallow them, reuniting with Nyxara within her gut. Enjoy!

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Violet hummed a soft, rhythmic tune as she walked, tail swaying and ears flicking with every motion.

“You know,” she said aloud, glancing over her shoulder, “it’s really quite charming, the way you fight back. But in the end… my curves always win.”

She let out a soft giggle, the sound carried lightly over the riverbank, as her stomach emitted a gentle, wet gurgle in response to the water and Nyxara’s muffled jabs.

Inside, Nyxara groaned, pressing her face against the stomach wall in frustration. “I’m not done yet…” she hissed, muttering with determination.

Her arms jutted out and jabbed the slick, pulsing walls, feeling them yield slightly but then clamp around her again, frustrating her further.

“I’ll make her regret every single step she takes,” she promised, flicking her tail sharply in agitation, her fur slick with fluid and sweat.

Violet paused for a moment, ears flicking in amusement, tail swaying gently behind her. “Keep at it, little one,” she said, voice soft and teasing. “Every kick, every punch… it only makes me more pleased with my favorite meal.”

She smirked, licking her lips and swaying her hips as her belly shifted rhythmically, sending subtle vibrations through the chamber that reminded Nyxara of her inescapable position.

Nyxara pressed her head into a wall, muttering through clenched teeth, “I’ll find a way out… I’ll make her uncomfortable… even here…” She punched and kicked again, the wet sloshes of the water beneath her joining the constant churn of the stomach, trying to find a rhythm to exploit Violet’s movements.

Violet chuckled softly, ears flicking with pleasure, tail swaying in time with the gurgles. “Oh, you’re determined, aren’t you? I like that.” She paused mid-step to watch her belly ripple slightly, smiling down at the subtle bumps and shifts that Nyxara’s struggles caused.

“But my innards have a mind of their own,” she purred. “And no matter how hard you try, little one… you’ll always stay right where I want you.”

Violet kept walking along the shaded riverbank, her body swaying elegantly with each step, tail flicking in time with the gentle rhythm of her strides. She let out a soft chuckle and raised a clawed paw to her chin, musing aloud.

“You know… I think I’ve lost a few calories from that last indulgence.” She tilted her head, ears perking slightly, and added with a teasing gleam in her eye, “But you… little Nyxara, are going to be really fattening once I finish digesting you.”

Inside, Nyxara’s frustration boiled over. She kicked and punched at the stomach walls, and her muffled voice rang out in protest, “LET ME OUT, YOU OVERSIZED MANNER MANIAC!” Each strike made a bulge appear briefly along Violet’s rounded middle, only to vanish moments later.

Violet let out a soft, amused hum, the vibration of her purr echoing from her throat, and wagged her tail, eyes glinting with playful dominance.

“Hehe… look at you, making all those little bumps,” she said with a chuckle, swaying her rump slightly as she adjusted.

“Don’t worry, little one. I’ll find a comfortable spot to fully enjoy my digestion. It will be just you and me.”

After walking for a while, Violet spotted a large tree providing perfect shade and stretched elegantly beneath it. She let out a long, satisfied yawn and arched her back, rising her rump slightly before smacking her lips in delight.

Lying on her belly, she crossed her forepaws in front of her and lowered her head, closing her eyes yet staying alert. Her tail swayed gently behind her, the tip flicking in time with the faint but growing gurgles from within.

Each muffled kick or punch from Nyxara caused small bulges to ripple across Violet’s sides, rising and vanishing with the stomach’s contractions.

“Huh… still trying, huh?” Violet murmured softly, flicking an ear and glancing down at her round middle. “Your little acts are starting to wear thin, you know. If you think you can escape, that’s your problem.”

She let out a faint, amused sigh as her stomach churned, sending wet, rhythmic gurgles reverberating through the chamber around Nyxara. “These walls are well protected, my dear… there’s nothing you can do to make me cough you up.”

Inside, Nyxara gritted her teeth, her claws scrabbling at the slick, pulsing walls. She struggled, twisting and jabbing, but each time the stomach walls pressed back, slick and unyielding, nudging her back into place.

“YOU… YOU SMUG, BOTTOMLESS, CHEEKED-UP FATASS!” she shouted through muffled gags, feeling the heat, damp, and pressure pressing against her. “I WILL GET OUT OF HERE!”

Violet slowly opened one eye, her gaze cool and slightly amused. She leaned on one forepaw, tail curling lazily behind her. “Oh? And why would you do that, cutie?” she asked dryly, the corner of her mouth twitching in a smirk.

“You’re right where I want you, after all. And honestly… there’s nothing you can do to stop it. In just a few minutes, you’ll be just a pudgy decoration on my body.”

Nyxara’s claws flexed and pressed into the slippery stomach walls, generating a series of bulges that shifted and vanished with the movement of Violet’s gut.

“I… I WON’T—” she began, only to be cut off by another low, wet gurgle that shook her from head to toe.

Violet’s belly pulsed around her, pressing harder as her muscles contracted rhythmically, the warmth and slight pressure leaving Nyxara dizzy.

Grrrrrroooooooooaaaaaaaaannnnnnn…

“Mm… listen to that,” Violet purred, tail swaying lazily as she shifted slightly to adjust her weight, causing more rhythmic squelches.

“Do you hear that, darling? That’s your signal, digestion has officially begun. And I must say it’s all quite pleasurable, hearing you flail and fight within me.” She let out a soft, teasing giggle and rubbed a paw slowly along her rounded side.

Nyxara groaned in frustration, head pressed against the wet, warm stomach wall. “I… I’M NOT DONE… YOU—YOU OVERSIZED MANNER MANIAC…” Her claws scraped the slick surface, leaving small ridges and bumps behind.

Each jolt made her shift, sending squelching vibrations through Violet’s belly. “I’LL MAKE YOU REGRET THIS…”

Violet tilted her head, observing the faint ripples and tiny bulges created by Nyxara’s struggle. “Hehe… adorable,” she murmured. “But as I said, your time is running out. My stomach will take care of the rest, and there’s nothing you can do about it~”

She closed her eyes briefly, savoring the warmth and soft weight of her meal pressing against her, letting the wet gurgles ripple through her body.

Nyxara stopped kicking and punching, chest heaving, fur damp with the stomach’s moisture. She lowered herself to sit on the slick, acidic pool beneath her, glaring at the bubbling surface with frustration and exhaustion.

To Violet, the message was unmistakable.

Nyxara had given up.

Her eyes twinkled as she hummed softly, tail swaying with satisfaction. The wet gurgles from her middle echoed like music to her ears. She closed her eyes and let a small, pleased sigh escape.

“Sshh… it’s okay,” she murmured, patting her side with a clawed paw, almost in a maternal tone. Her tail flicked behind her as she continued, “It is time for you to rest… stop fighting… and become a very lovely part of me for good~”

Nyxara froze at the words, staring at the acidic pool beneath her paws. The bubbling fluids shimmered faintly under the dim light of the fleshy chamber. Her eyes darted between the dissolving juices and the stomach walls that churned softly around her.

A mischievous grin spread across her face.

“Well…” she muttered, reaching into her satchel. “If it’s rest what Violet wants… maybe I’ll just give her a little surprise.”

Turning the bag upside down, she let the Tamato berries and Beed Bombs tumble into the acidic pool below her.

Plop. Plop. Plop.

The items hissed and dissolved immediately, sending small, vigorous bubbles dancing across the surface. Steam and acidic fumes curled up, stinging Nyxara’s nostrils slightly.

She smirked, licking her lips despite the burning tang. “I was tempted to eat a Tamato berry myself…” she murmured, voice dripping with irony, “…but giving the princess a stronger stomachache is far more satisfying.”

The pool boiled abruptly, bubbling violently and splashing slightly against her arms. Nyxara chuckled, tapping the stomach wall lightly with one paw to watch the ripples travel.

Violet’s ears flicked, and her eyes opened slowly. “Hmm?” she murmured, tilting her head with curiosity as her whiskers twitched.

The gurgles intensified, deep and wet, vibrating through her rounded middle.

Grrrrrrbrrrrrrlmmmm…

Her muzzle twitched.

“Oh… my,” Violet breathed, tail curling in mild alarm as she wondered what Nyxara had just done. “That… that’s quite bold of you, Nyx~”

Nyxara let out a muffled chuckle from beneath, eyes gleaming. “Bold? I’d call it… clever.”

The stomach walls pulsed, pressing gently around her, spreading warmth and slight pressure. Acid bubbles tickled her paws and legs as the fluid boiled beneath her.

Violet shook herself, a soft squeak escaping her as her stomach churned more violently than before. She shifted her weight, letting her ass rise slightly to balance.

“Hmmph! Trying to give me indigestion, are you?” she exclaimed, though there was no anger in her tone—more a mixture of surprise and disbelief.

Nyxara smirked. “Oh… you’ll survive, princess. But I hope you feel just how clever I am.”

The pool frothed and hissed as the seed bombs began to react, releasing faint bubbles that climbed along the stomach walls.

Violet chuckled nervously, eyes narrowing slightly. “Well… clever little Meowscarada, that certainly… woke me up.”

A small tremor ran through Violet’s middle as the gurgles intensified, the viscous liquid lapping gently against Nyxara’s damp fur.

“I can feel it already,” Nyxara muttered, tapping her claws lightly against the stomach walls. “Oh yes… this is going to be interesting.”

Violet’s whiskers twitched, tail lashing slightly as she flexed her paws. “Interesting, indeed… but it’s still far too early for you to think you’ve bested me.”

Nyxara laughed quietly, bouncing lightly on the slick fluid. “Best you? Oh, I’m not trying to best you, just giving you a little reminder of who you ate.”

Violet purred through her nose, tail swaying rhythmically. “Hmm… a reminder, you say? My, my… I’ll have to remember that.”

The acid bubbled more vigorously, sending a shiver up Nyxara’s spine as she observed the liquid’s chaotic dance. The air in the stomach was thick and humid, tinged with a sharp, acrid tang. Her fur clung to her body, slick and shiny.

A bubble popped beneath her paw with a hiss, quickly followed by many others.

“Ohhh…” Nyxara murmured, shaking her head with a grin. “This is going to be fun.”

The stomach walls contracted again, gentle and rhythmic, pressing Nyxara lightly and guiding her toward the center.

Nyxara tapped them again with a mischievous smirk. “I’m counting every second.”

Violet let out a condescending hmph and lowered her head again above her crossed forepaws, tail flicking lazily behind her.

“Probably nothing,” she muttered, stifling a yawn, trying to ignore the subtle, irregular movements coming from her gut.

Inside, Nyxara’s eyes sparkled with mischief. She pressed her damp paws against the slippery stomach walls, feeling the hot, acidic fluid beneath her and the subtle pulsations of the walls.

Her tail swished back and forth in anticipation, wagging as she rubbed her hands together. “Hehe, this is going to be epic,” she murmured, bouncing lightly on the slick, slimy surface, watching as the acids bubbled more intensely around her.

Violet hummed softly to herself, uncaring, until a deafening groan erupted from her stomach.

GWOOOOORGLEEEEE!

Her ears perked instantly. Eyes widening, she glanced over her shoulder, a flicker of worry crossing her face. “W-what was that?”

She opened her mouth to scold Nyxara, but a loud, unexpected burp burst out before she could stop it.

BWWWWWWOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRPPPPP!!

Her eyes went wide, cheeks flushing a delicate pink. She quickly lifted a clawed paw to her mouth, muttering in embarrassment, “Oh… my, that… that was… unladylike… I… I apologize!”

GUUUUUUUUUUURGLEEEE!!

Another wetter groan reverberated through her gut, and her nerves tensed. She rose abruptly, sitting on her butt, eyes narrowing as she poked her belly with a forepaw. “HEY! You better not be doing anything funny in there!”

Nyxara’s muffled voice responded, filled with playful malice. “Oh, I gave you a chance to let me out, Violet… but now, you forced me to toss a lot of spicy food into your stomach. Hope you don’t mind me livin’ up the place a bit! Hehe, you’re going to have a huge heartburn and stomachache, plus the worst indigestion of your life!”

Violet’s eyes went wide. She froze for a second, then snapped sharply, tail lashing behind her.

“YOU WHAT?!”

Her voice quivered with a mix of shock and irritation.

The huge Espeon’s stomach churned violently. Her belly groaned and twisted, a hot, burning sensation spreading through her midsection.

She hugged her round belly instinctively, tail moving nervously behind her as her ears flattened slightly.

“Ugh… oooogh… that… that’s not… fair!” she gasped, teeth gritting slightly as the acids and food began reacting more intensely.

Her eyes watered, and a thin wisp of smoke escaped her mouth as she coughed, tiny black clouds curling in the air. “Cough… c-cough… oh, blast it!”

From within, Nyxara’s muffled, gleeful voice echoed. “Enjoy the show, princess! Hehehe, this is just the start!”

Violet groaned, shifting her weight uncomfortably, the wet gurgles from her middle echoing with increasing intensity.

“N-Nyxara! You… you little…!”

She hugged her stomach tighter, trying to ease the burning and rumbling. Her tail flicked nervously behind her, ears twitching as another pulse of spasms ran through her middle.

Nyxara tapped the stomach wall lightly with a paw, smirking through the slick slime coating her fur. “Oooh… feel that, Violet? That’s all me! Nyahaha!”

GWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRGGGGGLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Violet’s eyes widened as another sharp gurgle hit her belly. “Ugh… Nyxara… if you keep this up, I swear…” Her voice broke slightly as the acids churned and the stomach walls pulsed more forcefully, spreading heat and pressure through her core.

The alpha Espeon shifted on her rump, trying to suffocate the churning and groaning, her claws kneading lightly at her own belly in an attempt to soothe herself, but each pulse sent slick waves across the slimy interior and Nyxara’s playful taps intensified it.

“You’re… you’re a jerk!” Violet exclaimed, tail lashing sharply, whiskers trembling as sweat slid through her face. “I… I… you’ll pay for this!”

Nyxara let out a muffled, triumphant laugh. “Oh, princess… I am the entertainment here!” Her tail swished rhythmically in delight, flicking against the slick stomach walls as she pressed herself against Violet’s stomach wall, grinning at the way the acids sloshed and reacted.

Violet groaned, tail twitching in frustration, as the acidic fluid shifted and pulsed around the mischievous Meowscarada. “Blast it… every single time… you…” Her words trailed into a wet gurgle, paws pressed against her midsection.

Nyxara wagged her tail with satisfaction, tapping and stretching slightly against the stomach walls, watching Violet’s discomfort with a mischievous glint. “Tick-tock, princess… you asked for this…”

GRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNN!!

Violet’s belly let out a loud, rumbling groan, shaking violently as the waves of pressure from the Tamato berries and seed Bombs surged through her.

Her round middle quivered and sloshed, the slick acids and digestive fluids inside tossing Nyxara about like a small raft. She pressed her forepaws tightly against her stomach, trying to hold it in, but the assault was relentless.

“Uuungh… oh no… not now…” Violet groaned, her tail lashing angrily behind her. Heat coursed through her body, making her cheeks flush faintly pink while a wisp of smoke escaped from her nostrils with each shallow, desperate breath. Her eyes watered slightly from the stinging heat of the acidic mixture inside her.

Inside, Nyxara’s muffled laughter echoed with delight, bouncing lightly in the slimy, pulsing interior. “Hehehe… oh wow… so squishy and bouncy! Your stomach is like a trampoline!” She pressed her paws and face against the slick walls, giggling as the bulges and ripples moved with each violent groan. “You could hire this belly for children’s parties!”

Violet’s ears flattened against her head in fury as she released an irritated hiss.

SLAP! SLAP!

She slapped her own belly hard with both forepaws, making the sloshing fluids ripple and bounce for a few seconds before settling slightly. She leaned forward, pressing her paws against her middle, hugging herself tightly, feeling the burn of the acids and the chaos of her own body’s reactions.

“Nyxara! Stop laughing! This is… this is—” she coughed harshly, smoke curling from her mouth, eyes watering, “—not acceptable! You… you little rascal!”

Nyxara snickered, the sound muffled but clear through the slick walls surrounding her. “Oh come on, princess… look at you! Trying so hard… but it’s impossible to contain it, hehe…” She pressed herself into a wall of Violet’s middle, feeling the squish and bounce as each groan reverberated around her.

GRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWLLLL!!

A louder groan erupted from Violet, shaking her violently. Heat poured through her chest and stomach, and a sudden rush of air surged up her throat. Her eyes went wide. Her forepaws flew to her mouth, desperately trying to hold it in.

“No… NO NO NO NO NO!!” she squealed, tail lashing behind her like a metronome, cheeks puffed out ridiculously as she tried to keep the burp from escaping. Smoke hissed faintly from her nostrils as she clutched herself tighter.

Inside, Nyxara’s voice was dripping with playful triumph. “Hahaha! Oh… it’s impossible! You can’t hold that in, princess! It’s way too much! Let it go, NYAHAHAHAHA!”

Violet’s eyes squeezed shut as the pressure mounted, chest rising and falling rapidly with the effort to control the blast. Her ears twitched in frustration, whiskers trembling as another groan rattled through her stomach, shaking her hips and shoulders violently.

“You… you can’t make me—” she gasped between clenched teeth, “—lose my manners!”

Nyxara let out a muffled snort of laughter, pressing her face against the slick wall and tapping with a paw as Violet’s belly quivered. “Ohhh… manners? Hehe… looks like someone’s elegance is evaporating!”

Violet’s forepaws pressed harder against her mouth, trembling slightly as she tried to maintain composure, but the heat, the bounces, and the relentless gurgles inside made it impossible.

Her stomach roared again, acid and juices sloshing over Nyxara’s frame inside, and she could feel herself being forced to release, cheeks puffed, eyes scrunched tightly.

Inside, Nyxara whispered triumphantly, “Go on… let it out… you know you want to…”

Violet’s eyes watered further, her tail thrashing in frustration. “I… I… I am… an elegant lady… I cannot… I must—”

Nyxara’s laughter was triumphant, muffled and gleeful. “Hehehe… I told you! Nothing can stop it!”

Violet squeezed her eyes shut, pressing her forepaws tighter against her muzzle, cheeks puffed as she trembled. Her hindlegs lifted slightly, balancing precariously on her ass as her whole frame shook violently with each slosh and gurgle inside her.

The heat coursed through her, acids churning, and she felt every ripple of the fluids pressing against Nyxara’s frame.

Inside, Nyxara pressed her paws against the slick stomach walls, bouncing lightly, tail flicking, and letting out a muffled snicker.

“Hehe… Three… Two… One…”

She whispered playfully, watching Violet strain with every fiber of her body.

Before she could reach zero, a deep, wet groan tore through Violet’s middle. Her back arched involuntarily, forepaws sliding slightly as the pressure became unbearable. The alpha Espeon’s control snapped completely.

“BWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRPPPPPPP!!!”

The deafening belch reverberated through the clearing. Violet’s pupils shrank in shock, her mouth remained agape, and her tail shot straight up in a frantic, reflexive twitch.

Her forepaws slammed against the floor at her sides to prevent herself from toppling over.

Smoke hissed faintly from her nostrils with each exhale, adding a thin curl to the chaotic scene.

Around her, the world reacted in pandemonium. A cluster of Seedot fell from a branch, scattering across the forest floor, squeaking and scampering for cover.

A sluggish Slakoth, startled, tumbled backward but somehow scrambled to its feet, sprinting away in confusion.

A swarm of Combee buzzed frantically, flying off as though the belch were a fearsome Ursaluna.

Even water Pokémon near the river dove beneath the surface in panic, the surface rippling with their rapid escape.

Inside Violet, Nyxara was tossed from side to side by the sudden tremors. She clung briefly to the slick walls, laughing uncontrollably as the stomach fluids sloshed and boiled around her.

“Hehehe… oh wow! That was amazing!” she cried, bouncing lightly, tail flicking. “Your middle is so squishy and bouncy! I can’t stop laughing!”

Violet gasped, smoke curling from her nostrils and mouth as she finally managed to snap her jaws shut.

Her face was a deep scarlet, heat radiating through her frame, tail twitching nervously behind her.

Her forepaws lifted slowly to her mouth, as if she could somehow claw the belch back inside, but the damage was already done.

“Augh… cough! Oh… oh no… oh no no no…”

She stammered, eyes wide, pupils tiny. Her middle shuddered slightly as the sloshes began to settle and the gurgles quieted, leaving her panting with her chest rising and falling rapidly.

“N-no way… I… I can’t have… let out… something that devastating…”

“Pffffffft… NYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Inside, Nyxara’s infuriatingly smug laughter was muffled but audible, reverberating against the slick, pulsing walls. “Ooooh, princess, that was perfect! You sound so amazing when you can’t hold it in!”

Violet groaned, tail flicking anxiously behind her, still clutching her face with her paws. “I… I can’t… believe this… I… I’m an elegant, proper lady… I… I—ugh!” Her voice trembled between nervous laughter and exasperation, her ears twitching with embarrassment.

Nyxara, smirking inside, tapped the stomach walls lightly with a paw, grinning mischievously. “You really can’t stop it, can you? Hahaha, you’re hilarious when you try, though!”

Violet’s ears flattened, her tail swishing anxiously, as she tried to regain control. “N-no… no, this… this can’t be happening again…” she muttered, cheeks still crimson.

She shifted slightly, pressing her forepaws against her stomach to steady herself as the last waves of sloshes and gurgles faded.

“Hmmph… I… I can’t believe I… I just—ugh…”

BWOOORRRP!

She whispered breathlessly, covering her mouth again as another small puff of air escaped along with a burp. Her tail lashed nervously, eyes wide with mortification.

Nyxara giggled quietly, bouncing in place inside, whispering through the slick walls, “Hehe… oh princess… you really are a belcher at heart. That was worth every second.”

Violet shuddered, tail flicking and ears twitching, still gripping her face as she muttered under her breath, “I… I need… to regain… composure… somehow…” Her stomach churned slightly again, a lingering echo of the chaos inside, and she let out a small, embarrassed groan as smoke hissed faintly from her nostrils.

Violet coughed lightly, thumping her chest with her forepaw to steady herself.

Urp.

A faint, embarrassed burp escaped, carrying a thin trail of smoke from her jaws.

Her cheeks burned a deep crimson, the sensation so intense it made her wince, wishing she could disappear. She quickly pressed her paws over her mouth, muttering under her breath, “Oh… oh no… this is so humiliating…” Her tail flicked sharply behind her, lashing in irritation and mortification.

She glanced around nervously. Some nearby Pokémon froze mid-step, staring at her, while others bolted or scurried away at the sound of her slip.

Her stomach, as if mocking her, let out soft, teasing gurgles, rolling faintly beneath her paws. Violet groaned, burying her face in her forepaws, whispering, “I… I can’t believe… everyone just heard that…”

Inside, Nyxara’s laughter erupted like a whirlwind. Her paws slammed lightly against the slick stomach walls as she spun on her butt, tail swishing gleefully, trying to hold back tears of amusement.

“Hahaha! Oh wow! Princess… that belch… that one… was way louder than the last!” she squeaked between laughs, rolling on her back against the slick, acidic surface and clutching her own belly to keep from tipping over.

Nyxara shook her head and tapped her claws against the stomach walls for emphasis. “I… I can’t stop laughing! That was insane! I swear, you must have blown up half the forest with that one!”

She chuckled, still bouncing slightly in the pool of slick stomach fluids, every jostle making Violet’s belly slosh violently.

Violet groaned, ears flattening and cheeks still glowing scarlet. “Nyxara… please… enough!” she hissed, pressing her forepaws over her face.

The Espeon tried to appear composed, but her tail thrashed nervously with each gurgle.

“I… I can’t… I can’t believe you’re laughing at me like this…”

But Nyxara didn’t stop. Her tail flicked and slapped the slick walls with gleeful abandon. “Oh no no no… I can’t help it! That belch… you smashed your old record, princess! Your lung power… wow, it’s ridiculous!”

“I didn’t even think anyone could belch that hard! And yet… there’s no elegance, no manners, none of that proper lady stuff you try so hard to show!”

She patted her own chest, still chuckling, then rolled slightly, making Violet’s gut bounce with wet gurgles.

Violet flinched, the warmth of digestion and embarrassment combining into an unbearable pressure as her protective shields began to vanish. “Nyxara! I… I am not… a bad mannered, fat, cheeked-up cat!” she snapped, lifting both forepaws and slapping her round belly hard.

SLAP!

The impact sent a wet slosh through her middle, and a muffled, pained “Ow!” echoed from inside. Her tail lashed, ears flattened, and she glared down at her own rounded, bouncing stomach.

“HOW LONG… is it going to take you to be DIGESTED?!” Violet growled, her voice trembling slightly with irritation and mortification.

Each pulse of her stomach made the gurgles intensify, the warmth spreading further through her body.

She stared at the soft curves of her belly, imagining Nyxara sliding helplessly against the slick walls, still laughing, and it only made her tail flick faster in a mix of fury and embarrassment.

Inside, Nyxara patted her sides lightly and smirked, voice muffled but teasing through the slimy walls. “Hehe… wow… you’re really serious now, huh? But… you sounded so cute when you tried to hold that in!”

Her claws tapped rhythmically on the slick walls, making Violet’s gut bounce again, wet gurgles rippling through her entire middle.

Violet’s ears twitched, and her eyes narrowed dangerously behind her forepaws. “Nyxara… you… I—UGH! Enough!” She swatted at her belly again, harder this time, making the stomach slosh violently, bubbling wetly around the Meowscarada inside.

The gurgles seemed to taunt her as she pressed her paws tightly against the sides, cheeks still flushed, tail lashing behind her.

Her voice was sharp, each word punctuated with a groan of irritation and heat from the acids. “I… I am a proper, elegant lady! And you… you will learn some manners before you are digested in there! Do you understand me?!”

Nyxara’s muffled snicker echoed against the stomach walls, dripping with mischief. “Hehe… oh princess… manners and elegance… those are all gone! I’m not the one who’s losing control, you are! And honestly it’s kind of perfect. Nyahaha!”

Violet groaned, tail flicking in exasperation as she shook her head slightly. “I… I can’t… I can’t believe I… let this happen… in front of… all those Pokémon…”

Her forepaws dug into the soft flesh of her belly, trying to calm the wet gurgles, each slosh mocking her as Nyxara continued to tease.

Violet’s ears twitched sharply, her body stiffening as a voice floated from behind. “Big, fat Espeon sure went all out,” it called, innocent yet teasing.

The alpha froze, turning her head with a lethal glare, her eyes narrowing like blades. Her tail lashed behind her, creating small waves in her already sloshing belly.

There, not more than a few feet away, stood a small Turtwig and a Wynaut, frozen in fear at the intensity of her gaze. Wynaut blinked rapidly, tugging at Turtwig’s foreleg.

“You… you shouldn’t have said that! She looks really mad! And… uh… she doesn’t like your tone!”

Turtwig’s bravado drained immediately as he met the piercing purple of Violet’s eyes. Sweat beaded on his little leafy head.

Before either of them could stammer another word, psychic energy trapped them, shimmering around the duo like an invisible hand.

They squealed, flailing as they were lifted into the air and hurtled straight toward the Espeon. Their tiny bodies spun helplessly in the air, mouths opening in horror. “Wait! No! Stop! Aahh!”

Violet’s maw opened wide, displaying her pink, glistening throat. The duo froze, eyes widening in sheer terror as they realized the depth and darkness within.

They were helpless as they tumbled into her mouth, landing with a slick, wet plop on her tongue.

Turtwig let out a muffled gasp while Wynaut’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. Violet tilted her head back, and with a snap of her jaws, the duo was swallowed.

Turtwig instinctively bit down, nipping Wynaut’s tail, while Wynaut grabbed one of Violet’s teeth in a desperate attempt to slow their descent.

However, his grip slipped and the fleshy walls began to push them deeper.

“NOOOOOOOOOO!!”

“WAAAAAAAAAAH!!”

The slick, muscular walls of her throat squeezed and pressed, pushing them downward. A couple of wet gulps later, their bodies pressed as a squirming bulge against the alpha’s neck, sliding further down until they finally vanished beneath her chest.

The pressure and slick movement made them yelp in unison, helplessly squirming as they were pressed deeper, sliding into the warm, hot, acidic chamber of her stomach.

PLOP! PLOP!

Inside Violet, the atmosphere was nearly suffocating. Damp, hot, and fetid, the fleshy walls pulsed with her heartbeat. Acid bubbled beneath them, sending small splashes across the slimy floor.

The air smelled sour and oppressive, filled with the scent of partially digested food and digestive fluids. The duo tumbled into the stomach’s small pool of acid, making it bounce slightly before settling, coated in the wet, viscous coating that lined every inch of the chamber.

Wynaut panicked immediately, wrapping his tiny arms around Turtwig. “You idiot! Look what you’ve done! She… she ate us because of you!” His eyes darted nervously at the fleshy walls, the slickness clinging to his fur.

Turtwig, still dazed, shook his head violently and headbutted Wynaut in frustration. The little psychic-type let go, landing hard on his back in the shallow, acidic fluid, squealing in panic. “Hey! Watch it, you’re going to—agh! Never mind!”

A voice echoed from deeper inside the stomach, dripping with amusement. “Well, well, what do we have here? A snack? How nice of her.” Both Turtwig and Wynaut shivered from the tone, the mischievous resonance sending tiny tremors through their spines.

They turned to see Nyxara, grinning ear to ear despite being half-submerged in the slimy, squishy stomach walls. She licked her lips slowly, smacking them with satisfaction as the alpha’s belly gurgled in response to the disturbance, the warm undulations making the duo gulp in unison.

Nyxara’s eyes sparkled with mischief. She arched a brow, crossing her arms over her chest. “Cat got your tongue?” she asked, a teasing snicker escaping her as she tapped her belly. The stomach walls pulsed around them with each tap, wet, slippery, and inescapably snug. “Or… do I need to remind you where you are?”

Wynaut squeaked nervously, tapping the stomach walls between whimpers. “Let us out! Please don’t let her eat us too!”

Turtwig’s little eyes darted to Nyxara, wide with dread. “Yeah! We… we’re sorry! Truly!”

Nyxara’s grin widened, tail flicking behind her as she watched the tiny Pokémon squirm. “Oh, I’m sure you are,” she said teasingly. “But… it’s a little late for apologies now, isn’t it? I mean… look at you. Completely at my mercy.” She patted her belly once more, the gurgle resonating like a warning.

Violet, standing still, let out a small hum of contentment, her ears flicking back as she felt the tiny duo struggling inside. “My stomach will deal with you… That will teach you to keep your mouths shut.” She grumbled to herself, trying to compose herself.

The duo inside felt every ripple, every squish of her belly, and realized just how snug and inescapable their current predicament was.

Nyxara tapped the slick stomach walls again, chuckling. “You’d better get used to it, little ones,” she teased. “Because you’re going to be decorating my curves whether you like it or not.”

Nyxara’s gut gurgled with anticipation, vibrating audibly inside Violet’s belly as she shifted slightly, her tail flicking behind her in delight. “Hehe… must be really weird for you two,” she said with a wicked grin, baring her teeth in a playful snarl. “Just got eaten, and now you’re about to get eaten again by me. Hope you struggle!”

Turtwig’s leafy head drooped in terror while Wynaut’s eyes widened to nearly comical proportions.

Their tiny limbs scrambled across the squishy, warm, and slimy chamber of Violet’s belly, the fluid and acid-coated walls sloshing with each frantic motion.

They squeaked and pleaded, voices muffled but terrified.

“P-please! Don’t eat us!” Wynaut shouted, his small body sliding slightly in the slick pool beneath them.

“Yeah! We… we didn’t mean it!” Turtwig added, squeaking as he tripped over a wet bulge of the Espeon’s stomach.

Above them, Violet leaned forward slightly, pressing her forepaws against her swelling belly. A low, pained groan escaped her lips, “Ugh… Ow… my belly… it hurts…” Her tail twitched nervously behind her, flicking over the grass as her gut squirmed with the motion inside.

Suddenly, a small ripple ran across her stomach, and Violet’s eyes widened as she realized what was happening. A panicked yelp echoed from within, unmistakably Wynaut’s, and her heart raced. “N-no… no… not again!”

Nyxara seized the moment, pouncing in a playful lunge that sent a ripple through the squishy chamber. She missed Turtwig by mere inches, and Violet felt her stomach stretch unnaturally to the side.

Her gut bulged and sloshed as the Meowscarada’s quick movements pressed and bumped against the walls. “Hey! Watch it!” Violet gasped, hugging herself tighter as the inside of her belly jostled with each shift.

Turtwig yelped in terror as he zipped through the slippery, fleshy chamber. Wynaut tried to cling to him, but Nyxara’s claws nimbly intercepted, her movements causing another ripple in Violet’s already bouncing stomach. Violet’s eyes widened in disbelief. “I… I can’t… she’s chasing them… inside me?!”

The Espeon’s gut bounced and sloshed violently, and she groaned in frustration, hugging her belly tighter as the Meowscarada darted from side to side inside her. Each squirm sent undulating waves along her stomach, the flesh and fluids shifting roughly beneath her paws.

Violet winced when she heard muffled panicked yelps and loud gulping sounds, followed by a satisfied sigh that echoed from within. Nyxara let herself lay on her back, pressing herself against a stomach wall. “Phew, they really hit the spot.”

Inside, Nyxara was enjoying every second. She licked her lips, patting her larger middle where Turtwig and Wynaut squirmed helplessly.

“Mmm… yummy, yummy in my tummy,” she said with a toothy grin, clearly savoring the sensation of her new, tiny meals squirming within her.

Her claws tapped the stomach walls to create tiny vibrations, teasing the Espeon further.

“BRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP!!”

A sudden loud belch escaped Nyxara, echoing through the stomach chamber.

The reverberation sent small ripples visibly moving across Violet’s belly, a wave that made the Espeon gasp and flinch.

“Ghh…!” she groaned, hugging herself tighter as the sensation traveled through her entire midsection.

Violet’s face contorted in utter disbelief and disgust. Her eyes widened, and her mouth opened slightly, as though to speak but words failed her at first. Finally, she gasped, voice tense and incredulous, “DID YOU JUST EAT THEM?! INSIDE ME?! AGAIN?!”

Inside, Nyxara casually cleaned her teeth with a clawed finger, smirking smugly. “Yep,” she said simply, licking her clawed fingers. “Thanks for sending such tasty meals my way. They didn’t stand a chance and were delicious.”

Violet’s tail lashed furiously behind her, her ears flattening slightly as her nostrils flared.

“UUUURGGHH! YOU ARE THE WORST!! YOU HAVE NO MANNERS AT ALL!!” she shouted, voice trembling with a mix of fury and embarrassment.

Her stomach churned, echoing the chaos inside, as she glared down at the bulges slowly settling back into her belly.

Nyxara chuckled from within, the squelchy sounds of her laughter traveling through the fleshy walls. “Aww, don’t be so serious! It’s just a little fun,” she teased, shifting to press Turtwig and Wynaut together within her.

“Besides… you’ve got the best belly for it. Squishy, warm, and oh-so-handy for… entertaining little snacks.”

Violet growled, pressing her forepaws tighter against her middle, each pulse of her stomach reminding her of Pokémon trapped inside.

“You… you are impossible!” she hissed, cheeks flushed red from a mix of heat, frustration, and the undeniable squishy sensations coursing through her.

Nyxara’s muffled giggle echoed through the chamber. “Impossible? Me? Oh, come on, you love it,” she whispered teasingly, rubbing her gut in small circles and pressing herself against the stomach wall so the waves of movement would ripple across Violet’s belly, eliciting a groan and squeak from the alpha Espeon.

Nyxara pressed a paw against the curvature of Violet’s stomach, tilting her head and flicking her tail with a teasing glint in her eyes. “Honestly, Violet… I don’t think you’re the one to lecture anyone about manners,” she purred, smirking. “Especially after that enormous belch of yours. Could’ve torn the whole forest apart, really.”

Violet froze, ears flicking back nervously, and a low groan escaped her throat. She pressed her forepaws to her face, tail flicking nervously behind her. “M-my reputation…” she muttered, voice muffled behind her paws, cheeks burning scarlet.

“Sh-shattered… everyone’s going to call me… Violet the Belcher instead of Violet the Proper…” Her ears flattened, and she shook her head, imagining the whispers spreading across the forest.

Inside Violet, Nyxara’s stomach bounced with the struggling tiny Pokémon. Turtwig and Wynaut were arguing in muffled voices, each blaming the other for their second unfortunate predicament.

The vibrations of their frantic motions sent Nyxara’s gut sloshing wildly, leaving imprints and bulges across the fleshy curvature of her belly.

Nyxara leaned forward, bringing her head closer to the convex dome of her gut, her whiskers twitching with curiosity. “Hey, speak up a little!” she teased, her voice echoing over the wet, sloshing chamber.

“I can’t hear you over my own tummy grumbles. And don’t think Violet’s gut is any more comfortable… I bet I can give you a much better one.”

Inside her gut, the stomach walls churned and kneaded Turtwig and Wynaut roughly, the acidic fumes mixing with the residual leftovers of her last meal after being digested.

Heat pressed down on them, dampening the air and making each breath a struggle, pungent with the strong tang of digestive fluids. Their tiny limbs flailed in desperation as they tried to avoid the slick walls, but Nyxara purred in delight, brushing the stomach lining with her claws and patting her middle.

“Don’t stop squirming!” she giggled, hands moving lovingly across the round surface of her gut. “Keep moving, it makes it even more fun!”

Turtwig slammed his head against the stomach wall, stretching Nyxara’s belly outward before a strong pulse of muscular contraction pushed him back toward the center.

“Ghh! Wait—!” his muffled voice squeaked, swallowed by the wet, squishy chamber.

The motion sent a ripple through Nyxara’s gut, bouncing the fluids beneath him and making the walls jiggle with a satisfying slosh.

Immediately, Wynaut tried the same tactic, pressing his small head against the upper curvature. “Let us out! Please, I—” his voice was cut short by a sharp slap from Nyxara’s paw, smacking him firmly against the stomach wall.

The feline smirked as he squeaked in surprise, being pressed back toward the center once again. The ripple of sloshes and bumps reverberated through the gut, making each small body inside shift helplessly.

Nyxara’s claws raked lightly over her own rounded belly, chuckling at the muffled squeals. “Naaaah. You two? You’re going to be part of my body instead of that oversized Espeon’s,” she said smugly, patting her gut and smiling as the bulges slowly vanished, leaving only the faint traces of movement beneath her flesh.

Her ears twitched as she glanced up. Violet’s usual aura of focus was faltering; the protective psychic shields around her stomach had begun to fade.

Nyxara’s eyes gleamed, a toothy grin spreading from side to side. “Ohhh… looks like someone’s attention isn’t what it used to be,” she whispered, tail flicking with mischief.

“Time to have a little more fun…”

Nyxara began flexing her claws and twitching her hips, feeling the slick warmth of the stomach walls pressing around her. Each slosh and shift made her grin wider, knowing Violet’s embarrassment and heat would make her protective magic weaker.

“Ohhh, Violet… you’re going to feel every bit of what I’ve got planned,” Nyxara purred, tapping the stomach walls in rhythm, watching the tiny bulges of Turtwig and Wynaut’s movements amplify the rolling motions.

Her claws lightly scraped the inner walls, making the viscous fluids slosh louder. “Can’t wait to see your belly squirm when I unleash a little frenzy,” she whispered, amused as the acid beneath them bubbled more aggressively, the heat rising and making the damp, confined space even more suffocating for her tiny preys.

The duo squeaked in unison as a sudden ripple threw them into a pool of residual fluid, each struggling for grip against the slick, solid stomach lining.

Nyxara purred again, enjoying the combined chaos of her own movements and the frantic motions of her prisoners.

“Come on… squirm more! Let me hear you!” she encouraged with wicked delight, patting her gut and feeling the ripples as their tiny bodies tried to escape the tight, damp, acidic embrace of her stomach.

Violet, meanwhile, pressed her forepaws tighter against her belly, tail flicking nervously. Her ears twitched as she glanced back over her shoulder, blushing furiously and letting out a low groan. “Ugh… Nyxara…” she muttered, trying to maintain her composure but failing. “What… what are you doing now?!”

Nyxara tilted her head, flicked her tail, and smiled wider. “Just… giving you a little demonstration,” she purred, “of why you shouldn’t lecture me about manners, Ms. Belcher.”

Nyxara’s claws flexed and sparks of electricity crackled along her fist as she launched a full-powered Thunder Punch into the stomach wall.

The fleshy surface sank deeply under the force, contracting and twitching as if alive.

“Ack…!”

Inside, the Meowscarada grinned wickedly, feeling the subtle shivers ripple along the wet, slimy lining, while Violet’s eyes widened in shock.

“Ngh… What the heck are you doing, brat?!” Violet gasped, leaning forward and clutching her belly tightly. Her forepaws pressed into the soft, quivering flesh, trying to contain the chaos within.

Her teeth clenched, jaw tight, and tail lashed nervously behind her. Each spark of electricity coursing through her gut made her muscles tense violently, sending shivers down her spine.

Nyxara’s grin widened. “Oh… that’s the idea!” she purred, launching a punishing Play Rough attack against another wall of the stomach.

The fleshy surface shifted and sloshed violently, jiggling and compressing around her. Violet’s paws dug harder into her own belly, trying desperately to stop the Meowscarada’s relentless assault.

“STOP! You’re being extremely rude and upsetting my digestive tract!” Violet groaned, sweat forming as her tail flicked with agitation.

Nyxara’s tail flicked teasingly. “Oh, that’s exactly the idea!” she chirped, leaping up in a fluid motion to strike another stomach wall with a devastating Triple Axel. The impact made the stomach contort in pain, sending shivers through Violet’s entire frame.

Violet groaned sharply, slapping her belly desperately, each impact making the gut slosh and ripple around the trapped Meowscarada.

SMACK!

WOBBLE!

“Ngh… stop it… this is… this is… agony…” she whispered through gritted teeth, tail lashing behind her in frustration. Her forepaws pressed harder, attempting to squeeze Nyxara to reduce the chaotic motion.

For a fleeting moment, Violet sighed in relief, thinking she had finally subdued the inner rebellion. The stomach walls compressed tightly, sending the Meowscarada into a brief pause. Her forepaws flexed along the soft curves, momentarily steadying the rolling motion.

“Phew…” Violet sighed in relief between pants. “Thank Arceus I managed to stop her…”

But Nyxara wasn’t finished. She pivoted and began a relentless sequence: Acrobatics, Low Sweep, Sucker Punch, Chilling Water, and U-turn.

“Hnngh!”

The stomach walls quivered under each strike, sending violent pulses of sloshing and squishing through Violet’s middle.

“NYXARA! ENOUGH!” Violet coughed, black smoke escaping her nostrils and mouth as tears formed at the corners of her eyes. “I… I… can’t… control this… stop attacking!”

Nyxara smirked, hair damp with stomach fluids, tail flicking with wicked glee. “Oh no. Not yet. You’ve got to feel this!” she said, eyes glinting with mischief.

The Meowscarada then charged a Flower Trick, releasing a burst of energy that slammed into Violet’s stomach. The impact made the gut swell, sloshing violently in all directions. Violet coughed and hacked, sending out black clouds of smoke, her nostrils flaring with heat.

Her usually poised, elegant posture collapsed into desperate contortions, tail swaying nervously and ears flicking with tension.

Suddenly, a deep squelch reverberated from the core of her stomach, and Violet’s eyes widened in horror.

A massive bulge rose through her esophagus, pressing painfully against her throat. Her forepaws shot up instinctively, pressing against her mouth as if to hold the bulge down.

Saliva dribbled from the corners of her mouth, pooling on the floor.

“HRK! NO NO NO NO NO!” she shrieked, cheeks puffing out with the strain. Her tail lashed frantically behind her as she struggled against the overwhelming pressure from within.

Each breath was shaky, lungs burning as her elegant composure vanished under the brutal assault of her own digestive system.

Nyxara’s muffled giggles echoed around her, reverberating through the squishy walls. “Ohhh… you’re really full of surprises, Violet. Can’t wait to see how far you can hold it in!”

Violet’s forepaws trembled against her mouth, trying to suppress what felt inevitable. The bulge inside pulsed, pushing harder and hotter with every heartbeat.

Her stomach churned violently, fluids sloshing and frothing around Nyxara’s wriggling form. Violet’s eyes watered, tail lashing with nervous energy, and a shaky groan escaped her throat.

“Ugh… I… can’t… must… keep her in… no… NO…!” she whispered between strained breaths, muscles quivering with the effort.

Inside, Nyxara rubbed her belly with satisfaction, the wet walls and swirling fluids bouncing her effortlessly. “Oh, it’s happening… it’s all happening just like I wanted. Hehe… look at her squirm!” she purred, licking a claw in delight.

Violet’s body shook violently as the bulge rose closer and closer to her mouth, her forepaws clenching desperately.

Smoke escaped her nostrils, cheeks burning crimson, tail flicking in anxious arcs, and she ground her teeth hard, determined to maintain control… though for how long, she didn’t know.

Nyxara grinned, feeling the esophagus walls pressing her upward toward the Espeon's mouth. Every shift of Violet’s throat, every pulsing squeeze, made her muscles stretch and contract in ways that were dizzying but exhilarating.

Her claws dug lightly into the slick flesh surrounding her as she wiggled, trying to leverage every bit of movement to escape as she tried to gain leverage, feeling the slimy coating of digestive fluids making each movement slippery, a little squelchy.

“Come on, come on!” Nyxara purred, a sense of triumph present in her voice. “I am finaly going to get out of this disgusting place!”

A few seconds later, Violet couldn’t hold in the pressure and her jaws opened with a startled "HRK!", letting Nyxara’s upper body taste freedom again.

A rush of fresh air hit her face, the sudden light a sharp contrast to the dim, damp interior she’d been trapped in. She gasped and squirmed, trying to adjust her posture as she felt the sudden shift of weight in her midsection.

Violet’s eyes widened, pupils shrinking, but before Nyxara could fully emerge, the Espeon snapped her jaws shut, preventing Nyxara from fully escaping, the teeth pressing just enough to halt any forward motion.

“You brat!” She hissed with a muffled voice. “Get back inside!”

Nyxara pressed her forepaws against the corners of the Espeon’s mouth to pry it open—but her grip was iron.

“Hey! Let me go, you gluttonous freak!” She snarled, struggling to escape.

Violet’s gaze bore into Nyxara with an incredibly annoyed glare, sending the Meowscarada a silent warning: “I’m not letting you win that easily,” her eyes seemed to say as she tried to send her down again with loud gulps that reverberated through her throat.

Nyxara wiggled her arms desperately, pressing her paws against Violet’s snout in a futile attempt to propel herself free but she was stuck. The upper part of her stuffed middle pressed against Violet’s tongue, her back pinned firmly to the roof of her mouth.

She hissed through gritted teeth, “You’re a jerk!” Her tail lashed inside the esophagus, brushing against the tender walls and tickling Violet in a mischievous, teasing way.

Violet let out a faint snort, trying to suppress a giggle even as her eyes watered from the stimulation.

“You little—what do you think you’re doing?” Violet groaned, pressing her paws harder against the Meowscarada’s shoulders, trying to regain control. “Stop tickling me with your tail!”

Nyxara’s grin widened. “Oh, you like that, don’t you? Admit it, it’s driving you crazy!” She flicked her tail again, making the walls pulse against Violet’s esophagus and eliciting a faint squeak from the alpha Espeon.

The countless attacks against Violet’s stomach walls had drained her, leaving her barely able to keep Nyxara trapped between her jaws.

Violet’s eyes twitched, the corners of her mouth tightening as she maintained her iron hold, but the momentary distraction made her slightly loosen her grip.

“You are not escaping, kitty!” She snarled, trying to swallow Nyxara again. “I haven’t digested you yet!”

Violet’s strength faltered for a moment, and Nyxara’s grin grew sharper. She pushed herself slightly upward, twisting, trying to leverage her weight, but Violet’s jaws clamped down again.

“Not so fast, brat!” Violet hissed, her teeth just brushing against the Meowscarada’s fur. She glared and gave a sharp gulp, forcing Nyxara down further.

Nyxara tried to scratch at Violet’s chin with a clawed finger, a last desperate attempt to tickle her into loosening her grip.

She flicked her tail lazily, sliding it along the soft walls of Violet’s esophagus. “Come on… just a little freedom…” she murmured, voice playful and teasing. “You’re not that strong… admit it!”

Violet let out faint snorts, trying to hold back laughter despite the ticklish sensation.

“You—are impossible,” she growled, ears flicking back in irritation. “I’m not… letting… you… win!”

Her paws pressed harder against Nyxara while she leaned forward slightly, tail flicking frantically behind her.

Nyxara’s tail swished rapidly inside, brushing the esophagus again, sending tiny ticklish shivers through Violet, who let out a startled squeak and pressed her paws harder against her meal.

“Stop… that tail… it’s—HRK! T-TOO TICKLISH!”

Violet glared, tail lashing, cheeks puffed out, saliva dripping at the corners of her mouth. “I… I don’t like it! Just… gah! You’re—returning to my gut whether you like it or not!”

Her forepaws pressed against her prey desperately while she tried to suppress the ticklish sensation from Nyxara’s tail.

Nyxara’s pupils brightened. Victory seemed within her grasp. She braced herself and pushed with every ounce of remaining energy, imagining she could finally free herself.

Her arms pressed against Violet’s snout, her tail lashed, and her upper body wriggled desperately. But just as she thought she might win, Violet abruptly stood on her hindlegs, tilting her head back and swinging Nyxara’s upper body with surprising strength.

The Meowscarada gasped in shock, “HEY! W-what—?!” Her claws scraped against the esophagus walls as she tried to steady herself, but the force was too strong.

The shift was sudden and almost violent—Nyxara was swung sharply by the momentum, her breath catching as the Espeon tilted her head back again.

GULP, GULP, GULP!

She gasped in surprise, her body thrown off balance and slammed gently against the interior of Violet’s mouth, unable to maintain leverage.

Before Nyxara could recover, Violet extended her forepaws and pressed them hard against the Meowscarada’s head, shoving her with calculated force.

“You are returning to my belly whether you like it or not! Violet hissed between labored breaths as she kept trying to send Nyxara down again. “Just give up!”

“Ugh… DAMN…!” Nyxara wheezed, her tail flicking irritably inside Violet’s throat, brushing repeatedly against the sensitive walls. “You’re too strong! I… I can’t…”