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Fira and her friends keep having fun as they make fun of Pecharunt and his sidekicks who desperately try to find a way out of the Flareon's belly. At the same time, Lumi enjoys her second prey while she slowly absorbs her. Next week you will have the next part, enjoy!
All pokémon belong to Game Freak, The Pokémon Company and Nintendo.
Fira the Flareon and Lumi the Eevee belong to me.
Previous: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/64470759/
Finneon stammered, bowing his head nervously. “B-bye… thank you,” he mumbled before sinking into the lake’s water, disappearing beneath the surface.
Fira tilted her head to the side, a smirk on her muzzle. “He sure was in a hurry,” she said.
Lumi’s ears flicked, and she smirked. “You can be quite intimidating,” she murmured, tail swishing lazily.
Fira rolled her eyes. “I’m a big softie. But a fierce predator when I run into meanies.”
Ogerpon hummed, eyes glancing at Fira’s rounded belly. “I wonder how many went down your throat before becoming pudge and nutrients,” she said, tilting her head. “Considering how chubby you are now… it must have been a lot.”
Fira blinked twice, her expression sharpening. “Did you just call me fat?”
Ogerpon’s cheeks warmed slightly, and she looked away quickly. “I-I… I’m sorry if I said something I shouldn’t have…”
Fira snorted, the corner of her mouth twitching in amusement. “It’s fine. Carrying a little fat isn’t bad, it feels nice. But I still have to watch my figure. I like being chubby, but not too much.”
Lumi murmured, eyes half-closed. “If you don’t control herself, you’re going to end up wider than a Snorlax.”
Fira laughed, tail swishing in the water.
“I heard that! But this time, I ate someone small, and his sidekicks weren’t too big compared to Okidogi.”
She paused, a grin spreading as she remembered. “That one really fattened me up.” With a sudden motion, she gave her rump a playful wiggle, chuckling.
Inside her, Obstagoon and Shiftry remained silent, giving up and accepting their fate. Pecharunt hissed, voice low and furious. “It’s unforgivable how she’s laughing about digesting my Loyal Three.”
Obstagoon groaned, the gurgles echoing around them. “We are going to pad out the same Flareon who swallowed them whole,” he muttered, shifting weakly against the slick, pulsating walls.
The stomach walls pulsed and kneaded them more roughly, slick fluids pressing against their bodies. Each pulse sent them sliding slightly, coated in wet warmth, the heavy damp heat clinging to their bodies and making their breaths come fast and shallow.
The gurgles grew louder, each movement of Fira’s belly echoing inside, vibrating through their small, helpless forms.
Ducklett, in the same situation and barely able to shift inside, whimpered faintly as the fluids rose around her, slick and suffocating, the soft, muscular walls kneading and rolling with each contraction.
Fira glanced back, tail twitching. “It’s amazing how they just give up once they’re in there,” she said, eyes glinting with amusement.
Lumi pressed her paws against her rounded belly, purring softly. “Mmm… feels so warm and snug…” Her ears flicked as the faint squirming inside made her shiver with delight.
Ogerpon pressed a paw gently into Lumi’s sides. “You’re really enjoying yourselves, huh?” she asked, grinning.
“Absolutely,” Fira purred. “All of them… safely tucked inside us.” Her tail thumped lazily in the water as another gurgle rippled through her belly, pressing Obstagoon and Shiftry uncomfortably against the slick walls, yet leaving them unable to fight back.
Pecharunt hissed again, low and angry. “This isn’t over… none of it is…”
Fira laughed softly, shaking her head. “Relax. You’ve got bigger problems than my laughter right now.”
The gurgling echoed again, fluids shifting and walls pulsing, every subtle movement making the captives inside painfully aware of their helplessness as Lumi pressed against herself, purring with every vibration.
Fira swam toward the lakeside with a satisfied smile, her tail flicking lazily through the water. Lumi and Ogerpon shared a happy laugh, tails and paws moving in unison.
Inside Lumi, Ducklett felt the stomach walls tighten abruptly around her. The muscular walls kneaded her roughly, the boiling acids rising steadily, stinging her feathers and skin. Damp heat pressed down, thick and suffocating, clouding her senses.
Steam rose from the bottom of the stomach, curling around her in a thick haze. Her eyes watered, her throat burned, and the decrease in breathable air left her gasping and weak.
“Ahh… help… I… can’t…” she whimpered, wings flailing in a futile attempt to scratch the slick, thick walls. Each movement slid uselessly against the pulsing tissue.
Outside, Lumi chuckled, watching her gut wobble and shift with each spasm inside. She patted her rounded belly lazily, ignoring Ducklett’s muffled pleas. “Hehe… such struggles,” she murmured, ears flicking, “they’re so good.”
A few seconds later, Ducklett’s vision blurred as she stared at the fleshy chamber, and then she lost consciousness, her body sinking fully into the rising, warm fluids.
Lumi’s stomach let out a few more soft, pleased gurgles before going still. The Eevee pouted and pressed her forepaws against her belly, pressing lightly into the soft pudge. “Aw… she didn’t last too long,” Lumi murmured, tail swishing. “But those struggles were so good.”
Ogerpon leaned closer, pressing her head gently against Lumi’s rounded stomach, trying to hear Ducklett among the steady gurgles.
The rhythmic squelching and subtle sloshing were the only sounds. She smirked and patted Lumi’s gut.
“Yep. She’s definitely gone. I can’t hear a thing except stomach noises.”
Lumi blushed slightly, a satisfied smile spreading across her muzzle. “I had my second prey,” she murmured, tail flicking.
Fira glanced over her shoulder, eyes glinting. “Your stomach’s too small, little sister. That’s why Ducklett didn’t last very long.” She chuckled softly. “Ulike mine. Pecharunt and his sidekicks are still squirming inside me.”
Lumi’s ears twitched, and she pressed a paw lightly against her pudgy belly. “Mmm… it feels nice… all warm and soft.”
Ogerpon chuckled. “You’ve got quite the appetite, huh? But you’re handling it well.”
Fira grinned, eyes narrowing playfully. “Better get used to it. Being chubby has its perks when you’re a predator.”
Lumi purred, pressing her muzzle against her forepaw, tail wagging lazily as she felt the subtle, now-still ripples from inside her belly. The gurgles echoed faintly, the soft, warm press of her meal still coating the inner walls.
Fira reached the lakeside, pressing her forepaws against the ground to steady herself. “SS Fira has arrived at its destination,” she announced in a sing-song tone, tilting her head with a grin. “I hope you give me a five-star review.”
Lumi and Ogerpon used the back of her neck for support as they hopped onto the ground. Lumi’s body wobbled and jiggled with the motion, making her wince and blush faintly.
Ogerpon’s eyes gleamed as she teased, “You’re getting softer with each passing second.”
Lumi let out an embarrassed laugh, pressing a paw against her round gut. “I feel warmer… and my body is slowly absorbing Ducklett,” she murmured, glancing over her shoulder at her hanging belly, which released faint, satisfied gurgles.
Fira reached down and slapped Lumi’s left thigh lightly. “You’re getting softer in here too,” she said. Lumi’s blush deepened, and she licked her lips, savoring the last remnants of her prey’s flavor.
A few meters away, Pidgey munched on berries, glancing at Lumi’s hanging belly. “She’s following in her sister’s footsteps,” he murmured, rolling his eyes.
Suddenly, Fira pushed off the ground with her forepaws, propelling her frame upward. Her upper body emerged from the water, leaning forward and looming over Ogerpon and Lumi.
Their eyes widened in surprise, and they tried to run, but Fira’s damp fur and soft chest pressed them against the earth with a WHUMP, greatly limiting their movements.
They struggled faintly, muffled voices straining to tell her to move, but the Flareon was completely unaware.
“Laying on the lakeside is pretty relaxing,” Fira said, tail flicking lazily underwater. “I could do this all day.” She looked down at the spot where Lumi and Ogerpon had been. “Don’t you think the same?”
No reply came. Fira’s eyes scanned the area. “Lumi? Ogerpon? Where did you go?”
When she didn’t spot them, she tilted her head and placed a paw against her cheek, supporting it on her elbow.
“Well,” she murmured to herself. “They want to play hide and seek.”
Her gaze caught Pidgey trying to suppress a laugh. “Did you see Lumi and Ogerpon?” she asked.
The bird smirked. “They’re very close to you. Must be thankful you’re so soft and fluffy,” he replied.
Fira tilted her head in confusion, ears flicking. Then a muffled voice came from beneath her. “Fira! You are crushing us!”
Another voice joined in. “Yeah! You are soft, but we’re about to suffocate!” Ogerpon’s eyes widened as she squirmed beneath the soft bulk.
“Wha-?”
Fira’s ears twitched, and she quickly shifted, rising her upper body. The soft, damp weight pressing against Lumi and Ogerpon lifted slightly as they gasped, pressing themselves free from under her chest.
“Ah! Sorry! I didn’t realize!” Fira said, blinking, tail flicking in the water as the soft fur of her chest pulled away.
Lumi pressed a paw against her flushed muzzle, still wobbly from the pressure. “You… you’re really soft,” she murmured, tail wagging slowly, “but please… watch yourself.”
Ogerpon shook herself, squinting as water droplets slid down her face. “Yeah… we’re fine now… just… don’t squash us again!”
Fira chuckled, stepping back slightly, water rippling around her. “Alright, alright. I’ll be careful… but you two are quick little hiders.”
The gurgles from Lumi’s hanging belly echoed faintly as she shivered, feeling the soft contractions as Ducklett was turned into nutrients and pudge.
Lumi pressed a paw against her rounded belly, tail flicking nervously. “Fira… you almost made me spit Ducklett out after squashing me like that,” she murmured.
Ogerpon’s face contorted with disgust, a faint gag escaping her throat. “Ugh… that would’ve been gross,” she admitted, tail twitching. “That bird must be squishy mush by now… ready to be absorbed by you.”
Fira snorted, ears flicking. “Agreed. Now move, you two. I don’t want to land on you again.”
Lumi and Ogerpon took a few cautious steps back, keeping their distance. They watched as Fira pressed her forepaws against the ground and propelled herself forward, grunting momentarily. Her soft, damp belly pressed against the lakeside, reducing the space inside her for Pecharunt and his sidekicks.
Lumi smirked, teasing. “Wow… Fira sure put on weight recently.”
Fira rolled her eyes, tail flicking lazily. “I’m not the only one,” she replied with a faint smirk, glancing at Lumi’s pudgy gut.
After a couple of seconds of effort, Fira’s upper body fully emerged from the water. Fur clung to her frame, dripping and slick, water cascading from her damp ears and tail.
Pidgey froze, berries halfway to his beak. This is the first time I’ve ever seen a Flareon drenched in water, he thought.
Fira began to shake herself vigorously, droplets flying in every direction. Some hit Lumi and Ogerpon, splattering across their faces, making them squeak and chuckle as they wiped their eyes.
The rough motion jostled the contents of Fira’s gut. Pecharunt and his sidekicks tumbled slightly, colliding with the slick, muscular stomach walls as waves of fluid lapped at them, almost covering them fully.
In the distance, Pidgey gagged, berries sticking to his beak, eyes fixed on Fira’s completely mussed, disheveled fur.
Ogerpon tried to hold back laughter, her whiskers twitching. “She’s ten times softer now,” she murmured, shaking her head.
Lumi giggled, tail flicking as she glanced at her sister. “She must be squishier than ever.”
Fira rolled her eyes, a low laugh rumbling in her chest. “Very funny,” she muttered, sitting back on her damp haunches. Her forepaws brushed over her fur, trying to smooth it as water dripped in rivulets down her flanks.
Fira and her friends walked toward the spot where Pidgey was resting, sunlight warming their fur and feathers. Fira tilted her head, a sly grin spreading across her muzzle. “Pidgey should’ve joined us on the SS Fira ride,” she teased, tail flicking lazily.
Pidgey shrugged, picking up another Pecha Berry with his wing. “I wanted to rest… and sunlight a bit,” he replied, nibbling at the fruit.
Fira nodded approvingly. “Sunlighting is nice too,” she said, eyes glinting in the warm rays.
Lumi trotted up to him, sparkling eyes and tail wagging excitedly. “Hey, did you see me eat that Ducklett?” she asked, ears twitching.
Pidgey blinked, a little taken aback by her enthusiasm. “Uh, yeah,” he said slowly, adjusting his wings nervously.
Lumi smirked, turning to show off her pendulous belly hanging low between her legs. She winked at Pidgey. “Do you want to lift it?”
Pidgey swallowed audibly, eyes flicking between her round gut and her grinning face. “Uuh… sure?” he stammered, wings hesitantly sliding beneath her soft, wobbling belly.
He lifted carefully, feeling the warmth emanating from Lumi’s gut. The mass shifted and sloshed gently, fluids moving as the stomach walls kneaded the prey inside. Lumi let out a soft purr, ears flicking in delight as each ripple of motion pressed against her.
Ogerpon’s eyes narrowed playfully, tail flicking. “I’m a little jealous… Lumi seems to be enjoying Pidgey’s belly rubs more than mine,” she murmured, nudging Lumi lightly.
Lumi’s eyes remained closed, lips curling into a blissful smile. “You have different styles… and they’re amazing in their own way,” she purred, letting out a contented sigh as the digestive process continued relentlessly inside her, warm and wet.
Pidgey rubbed more eagerly, trying to keep his feathers steady under the soft, jiggling weight, but his cheeks flushed a deep crimson.
Fira noticed immediately, a low laugh rumbling from her chest. “Someone’s blushing too much,” she said, tail flicking with amusement.
Pidgey looked away, flustered, wings twitching. “I… I’m not! You’re just imagining things,” he stammered.
Lumi let out a soft, delighted giggle, her belly wobbling gently in Pidgey’s grasp. “Mmm… it feels nice… the warmth… the gentle press,” she murmured, tail wagging as her gut shifted, fluids and contractions creating soft squelches beneath her skin.
Ogerpon shook her head, chuckling, tail flicking at the water droplets clinging to her feathers. “I can’t believe you’re enjoying it that much… Pidgey, you’re doing a good job, though,” she said with a smirk.
Fira leaned forward slightly, eyes glinting with mischief. “Careful, Pidgey. If you keep that up, she’ll never let me touch her belly again,” she teased, low chuckle vibrating through the air.
A louder, wetter gurgle shook Lumi’s body, making her gasp in delight. Her eyes fluttered, tongue hanging as her mouth opened. “A-ah… that was incredible…” she moaned, tail twitching with excitement.
Fira chuckled, flicking her ears and wagging her tail. “Looks like we have two experts on belly rubs here,” she said, grabbing a handful of berries and tossing them into her mouth. She munched briefly before swallowing, licking her lips.
Lumi’s eyes sparkled as she turned to Pidgey. “Are you enjoying rubbing my belly?” she asked, voice soft but eager.
Pidgey cleared his throat, wings shifting nervously. “Well… you’re digesting a bird right now, and I’m a bird, so…”
Fira leaned forward, tapping his head playfully. “Do I have to remind you that you sent a Talonflame down my throat when we first met? You didn’t seem very worried about him back then.”
Pidgey hesitated, flapping his wings lightly. “Touché… but in my defense, my life was on the line.”
“Fair enough,” Fira replied casually, tail flicking. She pressed a forepaw against her own gut, rubbing it lovingly and slapping it playfully. Her belly wobbled and sloshed for a few seconds, sending faint gurgles and squelches through the warm, wet mass inside her.
“Hey! Can you hear me in there?” Fira called, voice teasing. “You’re very quiet and still. Are you mush yet?”
No reply came, only the soft squelches and gurgles of her digestive process.
Ogerpon smirked, tail swishing. “I know a way to get a reaction,” she said. “They’re salty. Just lay on your back.”
Fira obeyed, rolling onto her back. The contents of her gut sloshed violently, fluids and squirming prey shifting against her inner walls.
Ogerpon leapt and landed on the round gut, wobbly and slick from the internal motion. She struggled briefly to keep her balance, feet sinking slightly into the soft flab. One foot pressed on Pecharunt, who released a muffled groan that barely echoed through the wet interior.
Fira smirked, ears flicking. “Looks like it’s working.”
Ogerpon grinned. “I’m just getting started.”
She began to tap dance across Fira’s belly, each step bouncing on the unstable, jiggling surface. The trio inside tumbled and squirmed with each impact, muffled voices echoing through the wet, squishy walls.
Fira released a series of belches of varying intensity, tail flicking, ears twitching, as the gurgles inside her became louder and wetter with each bounce.
Lumi’s eyes sparkled, tail wagging rapidly. “That massage… it must feel so relaxing! I want to try it too!”
Pidgey flapped his wings nervously. “You’re too small for that,” he warned.
Lumi’s ears drooped, and she released a soft, sad “Aw…”
Fira continued to belch, eyes half-lidded in pleasure. “Mmm… I am enjoying this… I feel less bloated already.” Her gut sloshed and gurgled louder as she felt Pecharunt and his sidekicks struggle, trying to stop Ogerpon from bouncing on them.
Ogerpon laughed. “Come on! You can’t hide from me!”
Lumi purred, tail swishing. “Mmm… I wish I could feel that too… it looks so fun…”
Fira let out a deep, satisfied belch, tongue lolling slightly. “Keep it up… don’t stop… the wobble feels amazing,” she murmured, belly pulsing and sloshing with the squirming contents, muffled voices echoing beneath her skin.
Inside Fira, the environment was far more hostile than before. The gurgles grew louder and wetter, the thick, wet walls kneading Pecharunt, Obstagoon, and Shiftry with increasing roughness.
The damp heat clung to their bodies, making them sweat and dizzy. A thick haze rose from the bubbling acids, stinging their throats and making their eyes water. The gurgles merged with the flareon’s pounding heartbeat in a wet, gurgly cacophony that filled them with a new level of dread.
Waves of digestive acids sloshed from all directions, momentarily covering them fully before retreating, leaving them gasping for labored breaths.
Fira let out a loud belch, the brief pocket of breathable air in her gut disappearing almost instantly.
Ogerpon bounced on Fira’s middle, each landing shaking them violently.
Obstagoon snapped, voice echoing in the wet chamber. “Hey! We’re trying to accept being digested by a huge Flareon! You’re not making it easy!” He jabbed at the thick stomach walls with his fists, trying to push away the relentless pressure, but Ogerpon landed precisely on those spots with each bounce, smirking down at them.
Shiftry tried to scratch at the slick, squishy walls with his fans, sliding uselessly on the wet, pulsating surface. He pushed to the side, and a faint bulge appeared on Fira’s left lower belly, stretching her skin briefly before it wobbled back into shape.
Pecharunt’s mind raced, the echoes of Ogerpon’s high-pitched chuckles bouncing in his head. Obstagoon looked at him. “Whose fault is this?” he gasped, voice shaking. “We trusted you before starting to fight… now we’re at the mercy of her gut!”
The Flareon’s belly sloshed and wobbled unpredictably as Obstagoon and Shiftry argued and struggled inside, their movements shifting the mass around them like tides of wet, quivering flesh.
Ogerpon lost her balance for a moment, sliding in the slick surface, but she leapt backward with a spin, landing gracefully on her feet and bowing, grinning proudly.
Her friends clapped for her, laughter ringing faintly above the muffled chaos.
Fira sat back on her ass, chuckling low in her chest. “That massage was amazing,” she admitted, eyes flicking down to watch the bulges dancing and vanishing in the round curvature of her gut as Obstagoon and Shiftry struggled and argued inside her.
Her ears twitched, tail flicking lazily. “Mmm… look at them squirm,” she murmured, tongue lolling as each pulse and gurgle rolled through her. “You two are making my belly wobble so nicely… it’s… delightful.”
Obstagoon shouted, muffled, voice strained from the slick walls. “Stop… bouncing! We’re not toys!”
Shiftry groaned, claws scraping against the slippery surface. “This… is unbearable… I can’t—”
Ogerpon laughed, tail flicking as she bounced lightly again. “Oh, don’t complain! You signed up for this, didn’t you?”
Fira’s chest rose and fell as she chuckled again, ears flicking with amusement. “Keep it up… don’t stop… every squirm, every bulge… I love it,” she murmured, belly jiggling and gurgling wetly as Obstagoon and Shiftry collided and slid helplessly in the warm, acidic interior.
Pecharunt tried to concentrate as Shiftry and Obstagoon continued fighting and rolling inside the fleshy chamber, their limbs splashing in the slippery fluids and making the gut wobble and slosh violently with each impact.
The wet walls pressed and slid around them, squeezing with each motion, while acidic moisture clung to their feathers and fur, stinging and burning their skin.
Outside, Fira purred, eyes closed, ears flicking as her tail wagged happily. She pressed her forepaws against the upper curvature of her belly, feeling it stretch and ripple in different directions.
Bulges formed, showing faint imprints of the outlaws beneath her skin before her middle shifted back to its usual shape, only to stretch and bulge again.
Lumi smirked, forepaw pressing lightly against Fira’s middle, sinking slightly into the soft, warm flab. She yelped and jumped backward when a faint imprint of the outlaws’ faces appeared briefly before sinking back into the wobbling surface.
Pidgey flapped his wings, eyes wide. “Fira… you could use your belly as a horror attraction!”
Fira tapped her chin thoughtfully, tail flicking. “Hmm… that could be a way to earn some money,” she mused with a smirk.
Ogerpon chuckled, tilting her head. “They’re back in the rage phase… but they were accepting their fate a moment ago.”
Fira’s ears flicked. “Let them be,” she said, voice low and playful. “Their struggles feel amazing.”
Urp.
SLAP!
She let out a small burp, tail flicking as she slapped the spot where Obstagoon and Shiftry were stretching her middle. A loud SPLORCH echoed within her, sending the dark-types tumbling backward with startled yelps.
Inside, Obstagoon’s voice rose, muffled but sharp. “It’s your fault, Shiftry! You agreed to team up with Pecharunt!”
Shiftry snapped back, fans scraping against the slick walls. “Me? I agreed because it was easy money! Don’t pin this on me!” He jabbed at Obstagoon with his pointed nose, making them both slide awkwardly in the slick, squishy interior.
Pecharunt tried to focus, but the argument combined with the gurgly, wet cacophony of Fira’s gut grated on his nerves. He shouted, voice straining and hoarse from the humid, acidic air. “STOP ARGUING! STOP FIGHTING!”
The screech echoed loudly through Fira’s belly, making her ears flick and her eyes snap open. Lumi’s tail twitched, eyes wide, while Ogerpon tilted her head in surprise.
Even Fira’s purring paused for a brief moment as the guttural shout resonated through her pulsing, wobbling middle.
Obstagoon groaned, sliding in the slick acid-soaked walls. “He’s… losing it…”
Shiftry hissed, feathers damp and clinging. “And it’s all my fault… right?”
Outside, Fira chuckled softly, pressing her paws against the upper curves of her belly again, feeling the faint bumps of struggle beneath her skin. “Mmm… every squirm, every shout… it makes my belly wobble perfectly,” she murmured, tail flicking as the bulges from Obstagoon and Shiftry shifted unpredictably.
Lumi giggled. “I could watch them like this all day!”
Pidgey swallowed nervously, wings twitching. “I don’t know how they’re surviving in there…”
Ogerpon smirked, tail flicking. “They’ll survive for now. But every squirm is so satisfying.”
Pecharunt launched a Shadow Ball at Obstagoon and Shiftry, the dark energy striking them with a muffled thunk inside the slippery, squishy chamber. The impact sent a shockwave through the fleshy walls, making Fira’s middle expand a little more than usual.
Her stomach wobbled and sloshed violently, leaving fleeting imprints of the trio beneath her skin for a few seconds before the pulsing flesh returned to shape. The acids bubbled faster, the thick damp heat pressing harder against the trio, and the stomach walls kneaded them more roughly with each jostle.
Fira felt a sudden rush of air push upward into her throat.
Buuuuurrrrrrrrp.
She released a burp along with a cloud of smoke that curled from her jaws, eyes watering slightly from the inner impact. Her tongue lolled as she rubbed her belly to settle it back into place.
For a moment, her friends tensed, concern flickering across their faces. Fira smirked, voice casual and teasing. “Wow… that attack was intense, but I was able to endure it.” She patted her gut proudly. “I have an explosion-proof gut, that’s for sure. Just a faint indigestion.”
Inside, Pecharunt groaned, muffled by the slick, squishy walls. His plan had failed; the stomach retaliated, pressing harder and boiling the acids even more intensely. Obstagoon and Shiftry groaned with discomfort, trying to shift for more space.
“Well done, genius!” Obstagoon snapped, claws sliding uselessly on the slick walls. “We’re more squeezed than before!”
Pecharunt lashed two of his chains from his shell, making Obstagoon lower his head in frustrated defeat. Shiftry let out a faint, muffled chuckle despite their predicament, fur sticking to the slick acid-soaked walls.
Clearing his throat, Pecharunt tried to regain composure. “Now that that’s settled… it’s time to find a proper solution,” he said, pressing his tiny body against the stomach wall.
His silhouette appeared as a faint, wriggling imprint near the center of Fira’s round belly. “Can anyone hear me?” he asked in a muffled, strained voice.
Fira’s eyes sparkled with playful mischief. She rose a paw to her mouth in a conspiratorial gesture. “Shhhhh… Peachy wants to say something. Be quiet~”
Her friends stifled giggles, Lumi wagging her tail while Pidgey fluttered nervously. From deep within, a muffled groan echoed through the slick, warm walls of her gut, making Fira chuckle.
“Okay, Peachy,” she cooed, voice soft and teasing, tail flicking lazily. “You have all our attention. We are all ears~”
Obstagoon’s claws dug into the slick, pulsing walls as he muttered, “I can barely hear her in here!”
Shiftry groaned, sliding slightly in the acidic fluid. “He better have a good idea, or this is going to get worse…”
Lumi leaned closer to Fira’s middle, pressing a paw gently against the wobbling flab. “He’s trying to say something, I can see him! Look!”
Pidgey tilted his head, wings twitching nervously. “I don’t think what he is up to works…”
Fira purred softly, feeling each squirm and bump as the trio inside pressed against her stomach walls. “Mmm… every little move… every bump… delicious,” she murmured, eyes half-lidded with pleasure as the stomach pulsed around them in wet, squelching waves.
Pecharunt tried to control himself, ignoring Fira’s smug remarks about if they are enjoying their stay until digested, and the whispered complaints of his sidekicks.
“We got off on the wrong foot,” he said, his voice muffled against the squishy walls. “I’m going straight to the point. You don’t like us, we don’t like you… but I think we should try to negotiate.”
Fira’s ear flicked lazily. She tilted her head to the side, crossing her forepaws above her round middle while she remained seated. “Negotiate? That’s rich,” she said, voice teasing, “considering you’re in a very squishy spot.”
Lumi smirked, forepaws pressed against her mouth, trying but failing to hide her quiet laughter.
Fira leaned toward Ogerpon, whispering low. “Get your cudgel.”
Ogerpon grinned, giving the Flareon a nod. She grabbed the cudgel and raised it, muscles tensed, eyes glittering with playful menace.
Pecharunt tried to sound calm, tilting himself so his shadowy form shifted slightly in the warm, slick walls. “You… you better let us out if you don’t want a huge stomachache,” he said carefully, voice strained by the damp, slick pressure around him. “I am poison, and… you must watch your waist. It’ll widen if you digest us.”
Fira’s grin widened, teeth glinting slightly. “Is that a threat, Peachy?” she said, her round belly wobbling with a faint gurgle as she rubbed it lazily. Her tail flicked under her, sending small waves across the water where her rump pressed.
“We have a lot of Pecha berries, and I can endure a bit of indigestion.” She chuckled, voice teasing. “Besides, you sure know how to talk to a girl—by calling her fat.”
Pecharunt swallowed his pride, trying to sound sincere. “That is not what I meant,” he said through gritted teeth, though in his mind he muttered, Of course you’re fat, you orange fatass, swallowing Pokémon whole…
Obstagoon and Shiftry exchanged glances, bodies slick with stomach acids and squeezed by the kneading walls. “Is his speech… working?” Shiftry whispered.
The mythical nodded faintly, voice muffled but determined. “If you let us out… we’ll turn over a new leaf.” He glanced at his sidekicks, who nodded desperately, eyes bright with hope.
Fira raised a paw to her mouth in mock contemplation, letting her claws sink slightly into the soft flab of her belly. “Mmmm… I’m going to give you my answer in five seconds…”
She looked at Ogerpon, who grinned and began to swing her cudgel gently, preparing to strike the spot where Pecharunt squirmed.
Inside Fira, a faint flicker of hope rose among the trio. The damp heat clung to them, sticky and oppressive. The stomach walls kneaded roughly, gurgles growing louder and wetter with each pulse.
Fira’s heartbeat thudded through the wet, acidic chamber, sending reverberations that pressed them against the slick walls. The boiling acids stung their bodies, making their muscles tremble, eyes water, and breaths come in short, desperate gasps.
Still, they held on to the hope that the Flareon would decide to let them out, whispering to themselves and each other.
Obstagoon’s claws scraped uselessly against the slick inner walls. “Come on… she has to listen…”
Shiftry’s feathers clung to the acidic damp, slipping with every shift. “If we just survive until she decides…”
Pecharunt tensed, trying to keep his focus as each wet gurgle from above sent shivers through their slick, squishy prison. “Please… Please…”
The acids hissed and bubbled around them, the wet heat pressing and rolling. Each heartbeat of the Flareon made the stomach pulse, rolling them helplessly, mixing panic with a strange, tense anticipation.
SMACK!!
Ogerpon swung her cudgel and struck Fira’s middle with a rough impact, sending a heavy jolt through the soft, squishy mass. The force pushed Pecharunt toward the center of the fleshy chamber until he collided with the back stomach wall.
“Ungh…”
He released a muffled grunt, shaken, as his body pressed into the slick, pulsating surface. His sidekicks watched dumbfounded at the full scene unfolding around them.
Fira’s belly wobbled for a few seconds, rippling and sloshing before settling.
BRRRRRRROOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRP!!
She released a loud belch that echoed through the air. Her friends burst into laughter, pointing and teasing Pecharunt.
Ogerpon raised her cudgel, eyes bright with excitement. “HOME RUN!” she yelled.
Pecharunt’s voice rose from beneath the flab, clearly annoyed. “This is not baseball!!”
Lumi rolled across the floor, gasping for air between bursts of laughter, her tail flicking wildly. Pidgey flapped his wings, wiping tears from his eyes as he laughed uncontrollably.
Obstagoon murmured, his voice low and strained, “There goes our last chance of escaping from this huge Flareon’s belly…”
Shiftry thought to himself in silence, the damp heat pressing against him. It’s likely because he called her fat…
Fira taunted her prey, laughing out loud as she patted her belly like a drum. The surface rippled under her paws, gurgling loudly beneath her skin.
“This is my answer, darlings,” she said, her ears flicking and her tail wagging lazily. “Hope you enjoy becoming part of my caboose, because that is where you are going~”
Obstagoon, tense and frustrated, asked, “Why do you do this?”
Fira shrugged, smiling casually. “Because you’re bad Pokémon and I eat bad Pokémon.” She rolled her shoulders lightly. “It’s quite simple.” Her expression shifted into a faint growl. “I heard of you two outlaws, you caused a lot of trouble to innocent Pokémon.”
Obstagoon and Shiftry didn’t respond, remaining silent under the pressure of the warm, squishy interior.
Pecharunt murmured, his voice weak and muffled. “I’ve lived for centuries… just to end up like this.”
Fira snorted, ears flicking. “How ironic,” she said with a smirk. “You’ve lived for centuries… but you’re about to be digested by a Flareon who’s almost twenty.” She tilted her head slightly, tail swishing. “You’re welcome~”
She wrapped her forepaws around her round gut, hugging it briefly as it gave a deep, wet gurgle beneath her touch. She whined softly for a moment, shifting her weight, then looked toward Ogerpon. “You might’ve been a bit too rough… I definitely felt that.”
Ogerpon grinned proudly, giving a small shrug. “What can I say? I am good at using my cudgel.”
Fira chuckled softly, her belly still rippling with faint, wet gurgles as the trio inside shifted under the lingering impact, the internal chamber pulsing and settling once more.
Bworp…
Pecharunt growled, his voice muffled beneath the slick, pulsating walls of Fira’s gut. “My spell… it should have worked! Those brats should be stewing in this Flareon’s stomach instead of us!”
Obstagoon snarled, his dark claws pressing briefly against the squishy stomach walls. “That doesn’t matter anymore! We’re going to die… digested by this orange furnace!”
He twisted slightly, the thick, damp heat pressing against him, and glared at Pecharunt. “You should never have dragged us into this mess!”
Pecharunt hissed, his chains rattling faintly in the acidic slosh around him.
Shiftry’s fan-like hands scraped uselessly against the slick, squirming walls. “You promised a lot of money and… stuff! Being half-submerged in gastric fluids wasn’t exactly what I had in mind!”
Pecharunt snapped, his voice rising above the wet gurgles and the rhythmic squelching of the stomach. “Shut up! I just want… a few peaceful moments before being reduced to Flareon pudge in a matter of minutes!”
Outside, Lumi pressed her ear against her sister’s round, pendulous gut, the surface wobbling gently under her touch. She could feel every splash, every press of the stomach walls.
“What do you hear?” Fira asked, tail flicking and ears twitching, purring in delight as she felt her captives squirming and tumbling within her.
Lumi grinned, letting her forepaw sink into the soft flab. “They’re arguing in there.”
Ogerpon chuckled darkly, leaning on her cudgel. “That’s exactly what they deserve… such terrible jerks.”
Pidgey hopped forward until he was just in front of Fira’s belly. “Serves you right! Have fun stewing in there!” he called, his voice carrying over the gurgling and bubbling.
Inside, Obstagoon and Shiftry slammed against the slippery, squishy walls, faces pressing into the gut so hard their features formed clear imprints that stretched Fira’s skin forward. Obstagoon growled through the layer of flab. “When I get my paws on you…!”
Shiftry added, hissing, “This is all your fault! You ruined everything!”
Fira rolled her eyes, her forepaws rising as she slapped the spots where the outlaws’ imprints were. The gut wobbled and sloshed violently, sending ripples of warmth and pressure over the captives as the walls kneaded them more roughly.
She leaned slightly forward, pressing down as the imprints vanished and her middle returned to its usual round shape.
“You have a lot of nerve,” she said, tail flicking lazily, “daring to threaten my friend when you’re inside me.”
Pidgey laughed, tapping the flab with his wing. “What a shame! We’re separated by nothing but a thin layer of pudge, skin, and fur.”
Lumi giggled, pressing her forepaw deeper into the soft wobble of Fira’s gut. “I can feel them squirming so hard… it’s hilarious!”
Ogerpon leaned closer, nudging the flareon’s side. “Keep it up, Fira. Make sure they regret every second in there.”
Fira purred deeply, closing her eyes as she rubbed the upper curvature of her belly, feeling the wet, heated pressure of her prisoners shift beneath her touch. “Oh, I plan to,” she murmured, letting out a soft, vibrating belch. “They’ll stew nicely… and know exactly who’s in charge.”
Inside, Pecharunt’s chains rattled again as he tried to shift against the relentless pressure. “I… I can’t… move!” he wheezed.
Obstagoon growled, muscles straining against the walls. “If I survive this… it’s all on you, Pecharunt!”
Shiftry’s limbs slid futilely over the slick, acidic surfaces, his breathing shallow. “This… is… disgusting!”
Fira’s ears flicked, tail swishing lazily as the wet gurgles echoed through her gut. “Oh, it’s delicious, actually,” she said, smiling as her stomach pulsed rhythmically, kneading her squirming captives with every shift.
Lumi clapped her paws together softly, tail wagging. “I can hear every little squish and splash… it’s fun!”
Ogerpon chuckled darkly. “They shouldn’t have messed with us. Let them feel every second of it.”
Pidgey grinned. “Yeah… enjoy your stay, losers!”
The Flareon’s middle wobbled again as she shifted her weight, every ripple of her gut pressing and massaging the trio inside.
The gurgles were louder now, wetter, every bubble and squelch mixing with her heartbeat, echoing inside the heated, acidic chamber where the outlaws could only twist, squirm, and groan.
Outside, Fira’s ears flicked and her tail swished lazily as she rubbed the upper curvature of her belly, releasing wet gurgles that resonated from the thick, round middle.
Lumi pressed her forepaws against the flab, bouncing slightly as Pidgey pushed his wings against the soft surface, both of them laughing as Ogerpon swung her cudgel, sending muffled thuds reverberating through the Flareon’s gut.
Every press, every strike made Fira purr, eyes half-closed, and she whispered softly, “Mmm… that’s nice, darlings. Keep it up.”
Inside, a tense, stifling silence took over. Pecharunt floated near the center of the fleshy chamber, stomach acids lapping against him in hot, burning waves.
His sidekicks, Obstagoon and Shiftry, pressed their backs against the slick, squishy walls, shivering from the stinging heat and the pulsing pressure of the gut.
Every shift of Fira’s belly pressed them into the thick, wet folds of muscle and fat.
The acids boiled violently now, sending a dense haze rising from the fluids. Each shallow breath was a struggle, and every blink brought only more stinging tears. The nauseating stench of digestive fluids clung to their nostrils, burning and making them gag.
Gurgle, blorp, churn, groan…
Thmp, thmp, thmp…
Wet, loud gurgles mixed with Fira’s slow, steady heartbeat, forming a gurgly cacophony that echoed through the viscous chamber. The damp heat clung to every inch of their bodies, and the rising fluids pressed against their upper torsos, intensifying the sting and making each movement a painful ordeal.
Every movement of the Flareon pressed harder, the wet gurgles and pulsing of her belly echoing around them. The acids sloshed over their bodies, coating them in a scalding haze. Pecharunt inhaled sharply through the sting in his throat, glancing at the writhing figures of his sidekicks.
Pecharunt scraped lightly against the slick wall as he tried to remain composed, and then his eyes suddenly lit up. “Wait… I have something,” he murmured, fumbling in his shell. His hands revealed a few glowing reviver seeds. “This… could be our way out of here.”
Obstagoon blinked, his limbs slick with the acidic fluids. “What do you have there?”
Shiftry’s fans trembled slightly as he twisted his body against the walls. “Yeah, what is that?”
Pecharunt’s eyes gleamed, a mixture of hope and cunning. “Reviver seeds,” he said proudly. “The only thing that can get us out of this disgusting furnace.”
Shiftry’s eyes widened. “You’re going to share them?”
Pecharunt tilted his head, a sly smile curling his lips. “Depends… if you’re willing to apologize. You insulted me a while ago, remember?”
Shiftry’s ears drooped. He swallowed hard, letting out a strained breath. “Fine… I’m sorry,” he said, lowering his head as far as he could, the sting of the fluids pressing against his chest and making him wheeze. “Just… please, don’t let us die digested by this huge Flareon.”
Obstagoon’s claws dug into the slick walls as he snarled, teeth bared. “Apologize, huh?” He glared at Pecharunt, chest heaving as he fought against the stinging heat and the pulsing walls. “How long do you think it’s going to take you to stop being an arrogant jerk?”
Pecharunt’s wicked smile widened, the reviver seeds held delicately. “As long as it takes for you to stop being an idiot, Obstagoon. Think carefully, your pride might cost you everything.”
Shiftry’s sharp eyes flicked nervously to his friend, mind racing. Please… don’t ruin it… he thought, feeling his body pressed fully into the rising fluids, the acids bubbling hotter around him.
Each pulse of Fira’s gut made him gasp, each squelch and wobble sending shivers through his soaked feathers.
Obstagoon’s fists clenched tightly, and Pecharunt gritted his teeth as the stomach walls kneaded them more roughly, acids boiling, gurgles echoing, heat suffocating, and hope shimmering faintly in the center of the fleshy chamber.
Inside Fira, the tension boiled as Obstagoon’s fists clenched tighter than ever. “I’ve got a better idea,” he growled, lunging at Pecharunt with a snarl.
His shadow claws sliced through the sticky, acidic air, striking the mythical sharply. “Aaagh!” Pecharunt shrieked, tumbling slightly as the acids sloshed around him, stinging his feathers and scales.
Shiftry’s eyes widened in shock, voice cracking. “Obstagoon! Stop! You’ll ruin everything!” But Pecharunt was ready. With a malignant swing of his chains, he lashed out, catching the normal-type across the chest.
“Oof…!”
Obstagoon grunted in pain as he slammed into a stomach wall, Fira’s skin stretching in a wet, jiggly wobble before pushing him back toward the center. Lumi pressed her ear against Fira’s flab, wide-eyed, whispering, “Whoa… that sounded intense…”
Shiftry lunged in, waving his fans frantically. “Stop it, both of you! This is only making it worse!” But Obstagoon, blinded by rage, ignored him.
Dark Pulse radiated from his claws, striking Pecharunt hard. The mythical shrieked again as the reviver seeds slipped from his grip, spinning through the hot, humid chamber.
“Grab them!” Obstagoon barked, scrambling desperately. Shiftry lunged as well, fingers slick with acid and sweat. They each tried to catch the seeds, but the slick surfaces and their own moisture made them impossible to hold.
The seeds fell into the pool of boiling gastric fluids, emitting a thick, choking haze as they melted and sank. The trio froze, dumbfounded, staring at the spot where their only hope had vanished.
“IMBECILES! JERKS! FOOLS! IDIOTS!” Pecharunt bellowed, his voice muffled by the acidic haze yet dripping with rage. “YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!”
His attacks lashed out, sending shockwaves through the viscous, writhing stomach. Fira felt the inner contents slosh violently, the trio colliding with the pulsing walls.
Imprints of their bodies appeared and vanished beneath the flab as the acids bubbled hotter, spraying in brief waves that coated the inner surfaces in scalding liquid. Wet, squelchy gurgles echoed throughout her gut, and the pulse of her heartbeat throbbed in sync with the chaotic melee.
Fira’s ears perked sharply as she glanced over her shoulder, laying her full weight on her belly. A louder, wetter gurgle exploded from deep inside, and an alarming rush of air surged up her throat. Her forepaws shot to her mouth as her cheeks puffed, eyes watering from the force.
“URK!”
She choked, trembling slightly. Her friends stumbled back, concern flashing across their faces.
“Fira! Are you okay?!” Lumi cried, eyes wide as she pressed her forepaw against her sister’s stomach.
“Yeah, what’s happening?” Ogerpon added, stepping closer.
“Uh oh,” Pidgey took a step back in concern. “She is about to get a huge stomachache…”
Control snapped. Fira’s throat tightened and then expelled an earth-shaking, thunderous belch.
BRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!
The sheer force of it pushed Lumi, Pidgey and Ogerpon back several steps. They rolled on the grass, ears ringing from the resonant echo. Saliva droplets and grass sprayed around as the Flareon’s chest heaved, eyes half-closed in gleeful relief.
The gurgles from within her gut rumbled like a boiling cauldron, each pulse of her stomach walls kneading and massaging the captives inside with squelchy, wet thuds.
Inside, the captives were pressed and tossed with renewed intensity. The acids sloshed over them in waves, and their muffled voices mixed with wet gurgles, every jolt of the Flareon’s gut sending them tumbling and twisting helplessly in the boiling chamber.
Pecharunt cursed under his breath, while Obstagoon and Shiftry braced against the walls, steam rising from the fluids and scorching their skin, gagging from the stench.
Outside, Pidgey flapped frantically to maintain balance. “Whoa… that was insane! Fira!” His wings beat against the warm air, tail feathers bristling.
Lumi groaned as she regained her footing, pressing a paw to her flushed face. “She… she just… expelled everything at once!” She blinked, ears flicking as her belly jiggled faintly from the motion, the faint gurgles still echoing from Fira’s gut.
Ogerpon rubbed her face, laughing despite herself. “Fira, you’re incredible. That belch just… ugh, it’s like the ground shook!”
Fira blinked twice, ears flicking nervously, and her forepaws shot back to her mouth as if she could claw it in. A faint, sheepish giggle escaped her throat along with a tiny “Whoops…”
Pidgey recoiled, beak wrinkling in disgust as he waved a wing in front of his face, gagging slightly. “Fira, you should really… watch your breath,” he said, flapping his wings to disperse the acrid cloud, then rubbing his chest, muttering between coughs, “It’s awful…”
Lumi pressed her forepaws against her sides, head spinning from the residual heat and fumes. “Ugh, I feel like I’m floating… I need to… stabilize myself…” Her tail flicked nervously as she swayed.
Ogerpon chuckled, leaning back on her hindlegs. “Wow… that belch knocked out a grass-type like me. Honestly, one of Fira’s outbursts could probably flatten an entire building.”
Fira winced, ears flattening slightly, and thumped her chest lightly with a forepaw. A small cloud of smoke hissed from her jaws, accompanied by a soft burp that barely carried through the lingering fumes.
Urp.
“Knock it off, guys,” she murmured, half embarrassed. Her eyes flicked over her shoulder, watching her round middle wobble and slosh as the stomach settled after the recent upheaval.
From inside, the trio of captives felt the change immediately. The stomach walls contracted with a sudden, ruthless pressure, squeezing Obstagoon, Shiftry, and Pecharunt tighter and pushing them closer together.
The acids boiled faster, rising in thick, scalding waves that hissed against their skin. Obstagoon groaned loudly, “It burns! Every inch of us!”
Shiftry screeched. “The gurgles! They’re… louder… wetter!”
Pecharunt tried to maneuver in the center, looking around desperately. “We… we can’t—these walls… they’re… closing in! The enzymes are… thicker… the haze—” He coughed as the choking mist filled his lungs, eyes watering.
Outside, Fira’s ears perked up and her tail flicked with satisfaction. “Bold little pests, huh?” she growled softly, a sly smirk spreading across her damp face. “They deserve a proper punishment.”
She began to roll slowly across the grass to the left, feeling the viscous, warm fluids sloshing inside with her captives. After a few seconds, she rolled to the right, tail sweeping the grass and earth as her fur rippled with every motion.
Finally, she flopped onto her back, forepaws slapping her round belly with deliberate force. The soft yet firm flesh rose and fell with each breath, wobbling and bouncing as the wet, warm acids shifted inside.
Gurgles echoed like a boiling cauldron, loud and wet, as Obstagoon and Shiftry collided with the walls repeatedly, muffled groans escaping from Pecharunt.
Heaving her chest and smirking down at her friends, Fira purred, “Mmm… I could do this all day.”
Each slap of her forepaws sent more waves of sloshing liquid rolling through the chamber, the captives tumbling helplessly, squeezed and pressed against each other as the acids hissed and steamed around them.
Lumi peeked from beside Fira, ears flicking with a mixture of worry and amusement. “ Wow, they’re really moving them around… look at that wobble!”
Ogerpon chuckled, tail swishing through the mud. “Yep… and I’m sure every squirm is making her purr even more. Just look at that smug little grin!”
Inside, the three captives struggled against the pulsing, kneading walls. Obstagoon’s claws slid helplessly, Shiftry’s fans barely catching purchase, and Pecharunt could do little but cough in the boiling haze, eyes watering and lungs burning with each ragged gasp.
The acids lapped over them in waves, scalding and relentless, each pulse of Fira’s heartbeat and each slap of her forepaws amplifying the wet, echoing gurgles, creating a suffocating, chaotic cacophony.
Fira’s ears twitched lazily, tail flicking to displace water, as she sighed in contentment. “That’s right… squirm, little ones. Every squeeze, every splash… it’s all part of the fun.” Her round belly jiggled, wobbling with each movement, the wet gurgles resonating across her flab as her captives were pressed and tossed mercilessly inside.
Fira remained sprawled on her back, ears flicking lazily as she poked her round, damp gut with a forepaw. The flab gave way under her touch, sinking softly beneath her claws. A slow smile spread across her face as she wiggled her paw along the pliant surface.
“Tick-tock,” she cooed, her voice teasing and melodic. “You’re running out of time to escape if you don’t want to be part of my buttocks~”
Lumi pressed her ear against her sister’s warm middle, letting out a soft chuckle as the faint gurgles and frantic squirming of the captives reached her ears. “Ohhh… they’re panicking so much,” she murmured, tail flicking in amusement.
Ogerpon leaned down, rubbing her hands over Fira’s broad belly. “Wow… it’s… way too big for me to reach the full curvature,” she said, struggling to span the distance.
Fira waved her paw dismissively, a smirk tugging at her lips. “It’s fine that way. Gives you a little challenge.”
Pidgey flapped up to the highest, most rounded peak of Fira’s belly, settling comfortably as the soft flab rose and fell with each breath.
Fira noticed and let out a delighted chuckle, tapping the bird lightly on the head with a forepaw. “Smart choice, little birdie. That’s the comfiest spot.”
Pidgey wrinkled his beak and looked away, a faint huff escaping him. “I-I just… want to relax… not because it’s… squishy and warm or anything,” he muttered defensively, wings folding close to his body.
Fira rolled her eyes, a playful smirk curling her lips. “Sure, sure, whatever you say, birdie.”
Inside, the trio of captives fared far worse. Obstagoon groaned, folding his arms in resignation, hoping the intense, stifling heat would make him black out soon.
Shiftry, still clutching the stolen money bags, frowned as the acids lapped at his limbs, sweat slicking his feathers.
“We… we still have the money,” he muttered, voice tight, “at least no one will get to enjoy it…”
Pecharunt hissed, eyes narrowing in the haze of stomach acid. “Do you find any comfort in that, Shiftry?”
Obstagoon groaned, pressing a claw to his face. “And that includes us, you fool.”
Outside, Fira’s forepaw tapped Pidgey lightly. “Hey, little bird, move over a bit. I want to roll and lay on my belly.”
Pidgey flapped his wings, adjusting with a soft grunt. “Alright, alright… just… this belly is so… soft and warm… I can’t imagine how nice it would be to… relax here the whole day,” he thought, shivering faintly as he remembered being trapped inside the same pliant, heated chamber.
Fira gave a slow, dramatic roll to her side, letting her damp, wobbly flab cascade against the ground. The sudden motion sent ripples through the fluids inside, causing Obstagoon and Shiftry to lose their balance.
Shiftry’s grip on the stolen money bags slipped; they fell near the entrance to the stomach as scalding waves lapped around them, making them wobble helplessly.
Pecharunt’s eyes widened in panic, floating amidst the boiling acids. “No! Not the bags!” he shrieked, claws scraping against the slick walls.
The two bags, slick with sweat and the acidic haze, were suddenly pulled upward by the shifting currents of Fira’s stomach, sucked with a wet slosh and disappearing momentarily. Fira shrugged, cheeks puffing as she contorted her face at the unexpected pressure.
Breorp.
A small cough mixed with a burp escaped her throat, and with a soft, wet plop, the two bags were ejected from her mouth, covered in saliva. They tumbled across the ground with a faint squelching sound before coming to a stop.
The Flareon blinked, letting the bags settle at her paws. Lumi pressed her ear against Fira’s belly, smirking faintly. “Well… that’s one way to get them back,” she murmured.
Ogerpon leaned down, poking the slick bags with a foot cautiosly. “Covered in… saliva… wow,” she muttered, voice tinged with disbelief.
Lumi sniffed them and immediately gagged, recoiling with a sharp “Ughhh!” Her paws flew up to cover her nose as the acrid, sour smell of saliva and residual stomach acids hit her nostrils. “Ew…! It smells awful! Why do they smell so bad?” she wheezed, eyes watering.
Ogerpon tilted her head, peering at the slick bags with curiosity. “What is in there? It looks… gross… but I can’t tell…” she murmured, paw hovering above the contaminated money.
Pidgey reluctantly tapped his talon against the bag, giving a soft cluck. “Sounds like… money? Probably the ones those thieves stole,” he commented cautiously, wrinkling his beak.
A muffled groan rose from beneath Fira’s round belly, faint but laced with resignation. “Great… just great… we lost the money too…”
Fira smirked, flicking her ears and wagging her tail slowly. “Well… I guess that’s our reward for having taken care of such meanies,” she purred. The vibrations of her digesting gut continued relentlessly beneath her fur, soft gurgles mixing with the heat that radiated from her flab.
Pidgey wrinkled his beak again, flapping his wings slightly. “Honestly… you should be the one to clean up the bags, Fira. They came out of… well… you know…”
Ogerpon nodded in agreement, covering her nose and gagging. “Yeah, it’s… kind of gross. Definitely more you than any of us.”
Fira rolled her eyes dramatically, smirking at their protestations. “Ohhh, come on. You guys are so dramatic! Really. A little saliva never hurts anyone.” She flicked her ears and lazily wiggled her paw against her round side.
Meanwhile, Lumi pressed a paw against her own belly, feeling the last remnants of her meal being absorbed. “Hey… don’t forget,” she said, smirking at her friends, “Fira’s not the only one who can release loud belches. Watch this.”
The Eevee positioned both forepaws over her plump belly and gave a firm slap. The flab jiggled, wobbling and bouncing with a soft, wet squish as it shifted under her paws. She crossed her forepaws over her chest, closed her eyes with confidence, and waited for the air to rush up her throat.
A few seconds later, her tail flicked excitedly, signaling what was coming. A faint gurgle rolled through her stomach.
Her jaws parted and a massive, reverberating HICCUP burst out, accompanied by a spray of half-digested ducklett feathers, slick with saliva, flying forward like confetti before settling in a damp, disheveled pile on the ground.
Lumi blinked twice, tail flicking nervously as her friends stared in shock, trying to stifle their laughter.
Ogerpon fell backward onto the floor, rolling and gasping between giggles. “Do you call that a belch? That wasn’t even a squeak! HAHAHAHAHA!” she wheezed, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.
Pidgey snickered softly, covering his beak with a wing. “You’re… still too small for that, Lumi. Don’t go following your sister’s steps… at least you have some manners left.”
Fira let out a sharp, mocking “Hey!” and reached a forepaw to tap Lumi lightly on the head. “You lack the practice and lung power, sis. You still have to grow up… but that was cute, I’ll give you that.”
Lumi pouted, cheeks flaring bright pink. “I do not like being made fun of!” she protested, tail lashing in embarrassment.
Before she could continue, a smaller hiccup escaped her throat, wet and squeaky, making her freeze. Ogerpon burst into louder, uncontrollable laughter, rolling on the floor again. “Ohhhhhh, that’s priceless! You’re too small for this, but HAHAHA, it’s hilarious!”
Pidgey muttered under his breath, shaking his head with a flustered grin. “Pfffft…”
Fira’s tail flicked lazily as she watched her little sister, letting out a soft, approving hum. “Not bad, Lumi… just keep practicing, and maybe one day you’ll rival me,” she teased, eyes sparkling with amusement as the faint gurgles and residual warmth of digestion radiated through her round middle.
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Finneon stammered, bowing his head nervously. “B-bye… thank you,” he mumbled before sinking into the lake’s water, disappearing beneath the surface.
Fira tilted her head to the side, a smirk on her muzzle. “He sure was in a hurry,” she said.
Lumi’s ears flicked, and she smirked. “You can be quite intimidating,” she murmured, tail swishing lazily.
Fira rolled her eyes. “I’m a big softie. But a fierce predator when I run into meanies.”
Ogerpon hummed, eyes glancing at Fira’s rounded belly. “I wonder how many went down your throat before becoming pudge and nutrients,” she said, tilting her head. “Considering how chubby you are now… it must have been a lot.”
Fira blinked twice, her expression sharpening. “Did you just call me fat?”
Ogerpon’s cheeks warmed slightly, and she looked away quickly. “I-I… I’m sorry if I said something I shouldn’t have…”
Fira snorted, the corner of her mouth twitching in amusement. “It’s fine. Carrying a little fat isn’t bad, it feels nice. But I still have to watch my figure. I like being chubby, but not too much.”
Lumi murmured, eyes half-closed. “If you don’t control herself, you’re going to end up wider than a Snorlax.”
Fira laughed, tail swishing in the water.
“I heard that! But this time, I ate someone small, and his sidekicks weren’t too big compared to Okidogi.”
She paused, a grin spreading as she remembered. “That one really fattened me up.” With a sudden motion, she gave her rump a playful wiggle, chuckling.
Inside her, Obstagoon and Shiftry remained silent, giving up and accepting their fate. Pecharunt hissed, voice low and furious. “It’s unforgivable how she’s laughing about digesting my Loyal Three.”
Obstagoon groaned, the gurgles echoing around them. “We are going to pad out the same Flareon who swallowed them whole,” he muttered, shifting weakly against the slick, pulsating walls.
The stomach walls pulsed and kneaded them more roughly, slick fluids pressing against their bodies. Each pulse sent them sliding slightly, coated in wet warmth, the heavy damp heat clinging to their bodies and making their breaths come fast and shallow.
The gurgles grew louder, each movement of Fira’s belly echoing inside, vibrating through their small, helpless forms.
Ducklett, in the same situation and barely able to shift inside, whimpered faintly as the fluids rose around her, slick and suffocating, the soft, muscular walls kneading and rolling with each contraction.
Fira glanced back, tail twitching. “It’s amazing how they just give up once they’re in there,” she said, eyes glinting with amusement.
Lumi pressed her paws against her rounded belly, purring softly. “Mmm… feels so warm and snug…” Her ears flicked as the faint squirming inside made her shiver with delight.
Ogerpon pressed a paw gently into Lumi’s sides. “You’re really enjoying yourselves, huh?” she asked, grinning.
“Absolutely,” Fira purred. “All of them… safely tucked inside us.” Her tail thumped lazily in the water as another gurgle rippled through her belly, pressing Obstagoon and Shiftry uncomfortably against the slick walls, yet leaving them unable to fight back.
Pecharunt hissed again, low and angry. “This isn’t over… none of it is…”
Fira laughed softly, shaking her head. “Relax. You’ve got bigger problems than my laughter right now.”
The gurgling echoed again, fluids shifting and walls pulsing, every subtle movement making the captives inside painfully aware of their helplessness as Lumi pressed against herself, purring with every vibration.
Fira swam toward the lakeside with a satisfied smile, her tail flicking lazily through the water. Lumi and Ogerpon shared a happy laugh, tails and paws moving in unison.
Inside Lumi, Ducklett felt the stomach walls tighten abruptly around her. The muscular walls kneaded her roughly, the boiling acids rising steadily, stinging her feathers and skin. Damp heat pressed down, thick and suffocating, clouding her senses.
Steam rose from the bottom of the stomach, curling around her in a thick haze. Her eyes watered, her throat burned, and the decrease in breathable air left her gasping and weak.
“Ahh… help… I… can’t…” she whimpered, wings flailing in a futile attempt to scratch the slick, thick walls. Each movement slid uselessly against the pulsing tissue.
Outside, Lumi chuckled, watching her gut wobble and shift with each spasm inside. She patted her rounded belly lazily, ignoring Ducklett’s muffled pleas. “Hehe… such struggles,” she murmured, ears flicking, “they’re so good.”
A few seconds later, Ducklett’s vision blurred as she stared at the fleshy chamber, and then she lost consciousness, her body sinking fully into the rising, warm fluids.
Lumi’s stomach let out a few more soft, pleased gurgles before going still. The Eevee pouted and pressed her forepaws against her belly, pressing lightly into the soft pudge. “Aw… she didn’t last too long,” Lumi murmured, tail swishing. “But those struggles were so good.”
Ogerpon leaned closer, pressing her head gently against Lumi’s rounded stomach, trying to hear Ducklett among the steady gurgles.
The rhythmic squelching and subtle sloshing were the only sounds. She smirked and patted Lumi’s gut.
“Yep. She’s definitely gone. I can’t hear a thing except stomach noises.”
Lumi blushed slightly, a satisfied smile spreading across her muzzle. “I had my second prey,” she murmured, tail flicking.
Fira glanced over her shoulder, eyes glinting. “Your stomach’s too small, little sister. That’s why Ducklett didn’t last very long.” She chuckled softly. “Ulike mine. Pecharunt and his sidekicks are still squirming inside me.”
Lumi’s ears twitched, and she pressed a paw lightly against her pudgy belly. “Mmm… it feels nice… all warm and soft.”
Ogerpon chuckled. “You’ve got quite the appetite, huh? But you’re handling it well.”
Fira grinned, eyes narrowing playfully. “Better get used to it. Being chubby has its perks when you’re a predator.”
Lumi purred, pressing her muzzle against her forepaw, tail wagging lazily as she felt the subtle, now-still ripples from inside her belly. The gurgles echoed faintly, the soft, warm press of her meal still coating the inner walls.
Fira reached the lakeside, pressing her forepaws against the ground to steady herself. “SS Fira has arrived at its destination,” she announced in a sing-song tone, tilting her head with a grin. “I hope you give me a five-star review.”
Lumi and Ogerpon used the back of her neck for support as they hopped onto the ground. Lumi’s body wobbled and jiggled with the motion, making her wince and blush faintly.
Ogerpon’s eyes gleamed as she teased, “You’re getting softer with each passing second.”
Lumi let out an embarrassed laugh, pressing a paw against her round gut. “I feel warmer… and my body is slowly absorbing Ducklett,” she murmured, glancing over her shoulder at her hanging belly, which released faint, satisfied gurgles.
Fira reached down and slapped Lumi’s left thigh lightly. “You’re getting softer in here too,” she said. Lumi’s blush deepened, and she licked her lips, savoring the last remnants of her prey’s flavor.
A few meters away, Pidgey munched on berries, glancing at Lumi’s hanging belly. “She’s following in her sister’s footsteps,” he murmured, rolling his eyes.
Suddenly, Fira pushed off the ground with her forepaws, propelling her frame upward. Her upper body emerged from the water, leaning forward and looming over Ogerpon and Lumi.
Their eyes widened in surprise, and they tried to run, but Fira’s damp fur and soft chest pressed them against the earth with a WHUMP, greatly limiting their movements.
They struggled faintly, muffled voices straining to tell her to move, but the Flareon was completely unaware.
“Laying on the lakeside is pretty relaxing,” Fira said, tail flicking lazily underwater. “I could do this all day.” She looked down at the spot where Lumi and Ogerpon had been. “Don’t you think the same?”
No reply came. Fira’s eyes scanned the area. “Lumi? Ogerpon? Where did you go?”
When she didn’t spot them, she tilted her head and placed a paw against her cheek, supporting it on her elbow.
“Well,” she murmured to herself. “They want to play hide and seek.”
Her gaze caught Pidgey trying to suppress a laugh. “Did you see Lumi and Ogerpon?” she asked.
The bird smirked. “They’re very close to you. Must be thankful you’re so soft and fluffy,” he replied.
Fira tilted her head in confusion, ears flicking. Then a muffled voice came from beneath her. “Fira! You are crushing us!”
Another voice joined in. “Yeah! You are soft, but we’re about to suffocate!” Ogerpon’s eyes widened as she squirmed beneath the soft bulk.
“Wha-?”
Fira’s ears twitched, and she quickly shifted, rising her upper body. The soft, damp weight pressing against Lumi and Ogerpon lifted slightly as they gasped, pressing themselves free from under her chest.
“Ah! Sorry! I didn’t realize!” Fira said, blinking, tail flicking in the water as the soft fur of her chest pulled away.
Lumi pressed a paw against her flushed muzzle, still wobbly from the pressure. “You… you’re really soft,” she murmured, tail wagging slowly, “but please… watch yourself.”
Ogerpon shook herself, squinting as water droplets slid down her face. “Yeah… we’re fine now… just… don’t squash us again!”
Fira chuckled, stepping back slightly, water rippling around her. “Alright, alright. I’ll be careful… but you two are quick little hiders.”
The gurgles from Lumi’s hanging belly echoed faintly as she shivered, feeling the soft contractions as Ducklett was turned into nutrients and pudge.
Lumi pressed a paw against her rounded belly, tail flicking nervously. “Fira… you almost made me spit Ducklett out after squashing me like that,” she murmured.
Ogerpon’s face contorted with disgust, a faint gag escaping her throat. “Ugh… that would’ve been gross,” she admitted, tail twitching. “That bird must be squishy mush by now… ready to be absorbed by you.”
Fira snorted, ears flicking. “Agreed. Now move, you two. I don’t want to land on you again.”
Lumi and Ogerpon took a few cautious steps back, keeping their distance. They watched as Fira pressed her forepaws against the ground and propelled herself forward, grunting momentarily. Her soft, damp belly pressed against the lakeside, reducing the space inside her for Pecharunt and his sidekicks.
Lumi smirked, teasing. “Wow… Fira sure put on weight recently.”
Fira rolled her eyes, tail flicking lazily. “I’m not the only one,” she replied with a faint smirk, glancing at Lumi’s pudgy gut.
After a couple of seconds of effort, Fira’s upper body fully emerged from the water. Fur clung to her frame, dripping and slick, water cascading from her damp ears and tail.
Pidgey froze, berries halfway to his beak. This is the first time I’ve ever seen a Flareon drenched in water, he thought.
Fira began to shake herself vigorously, droplets flying in every direction. Some hit Lumi and Ogerpon, splattering across their faces, making them squeak and chuckle as they wiped their eyes.
The rough motion jostled the contents of Fira’s gut. Pecharunt and his sidekicks tumbled slightly, colliding with the slick, muscular stomach walls as waves of fluid lapped at them, almost covering them fully.
In the distance, Pidgey gagged, berries sticking to his beak, eyes fixed on Fira’s completely mussed, disheveled fur.
Ogerpon tried to hold back laughter, her whiskers twitching. “She’s ten times softer now,” she murmured, shaking her head.
Lumi giggled, tail flicking as she glanced at her sister. “She must be squishier than ever.”
Fira rolled her eyes, a low laugh rumbling in her chest. “Very funny,” she muttered, sitting back on her damp haunches. Her forepaws brushed over her fur, trying to smooth it as water dripped in rivulets down her flanks.
Fira and her friends walked toward the spot where Pidgey was resting, sunlight warming their fur and feathers. Fira tilted her head, a sly grin spreading across her muzzle. “Pidgey should’ve joined us on the SS Fira ride,” she teased, tail flicking lazily.
Pidgey shrugged, picking up another Pecha Berry with his wing. “I wanted to rest… and sunlight a bit,” he replied, nibbling at the fruit.
Fira nodded approvingly. “Sunlighting is nice too,” she said, eyes glinting in the warm rays.
Lumi trotted up to him, sparkling eyes and tail wagging excitedly. “Hey, did you see me eat that Ducklett?” she asked, ears twitching.
Pidgey blinked, a little taken aback by her enthusiasm. “Uh, yeah,” he said slowly, adjusting his wings nervously.
Lumi smirked, turning to show off her pendulous belly hanging low between her legs. She winked at Pidgey. “Do you want to lift it?”
Pidgey swallowed audibly, eyes flicking between her round gut and her grinning face. “Uuh… sure?” he stammered, wings hesitantly sliding beneath her soft, wobbling belly.
He lifted carefully, feeling the warmth emanating from Lumi’s gut. The mass shifted and sloshed gently, fluids moving as the stomach walls kneaded the prey inside. Lumi let out a soft purr, ears flicking in delight as each ripple of motion pressed against her.
Ogerpon’s eyes narrowed playfully, tail flicking. “I’m a little jealous… Lumi seems to be enjoying Pidgey’s belly rubs more than mine,” she murmured, nudging Lumi lightly.
Lumi’s eyes remained closed, lips curling into a blissful smile. “You have different styles… and they’re amazing in their own way,” she purred, letting out a contented sigh as the digestive process continued relentlessly inside her, warm and wet.
Pidgey rubbed more eagerly, trying to keep his feathers steady under the soft, jiggling weight, but his cheeks flushed a deep crimson.
Fira noticed immediately, a low laugh rumbling from her chest. “Someone’s blushing too much,” she said, tail flicking with amusement.
Pidgey looked away, flustered, wings twitching. “I… I’m not! You’re just imagining things,” he stammered.
Lumi let out a soft, delighted giggle, her belly wobbling gently in Pidgey’s grasp. “Mmm… it feels nice… the warmth… the gentle press,” she murmured, tail wagging as her gut shifted, fluids and contractions creating soft squelches beneath her skin.
Ogerpon shook her head, chuckling, tail flicking at the water droplets clinging to her feathers. “I can’t believe you’re enjoying it that much… Pidgey, you’re doing a good job, though,” she said with a smirk.
Fira leaned forward slightly, eyes glinting with mischief. “Careful, Pidgey. If you keep that up, she’ll never let me touch her belly again,” she teased, low chuckle vibrating through the air.
A louder, wetter gurgle shook Lumi’s body, making her gasp in delight. Her eyes fluttered, tongue hanging as her mouth opened. “A-ah… that was incredible…” she moaned, tail twitching with excitement.
Fira chuckled, flicking her ears and wagging her tail. “Looks like we have two experts on belly rubs here,” she said, grabbing a handful of berries and tossing them into her mouth. She munched briefly before swallowing, licking her lips.
Lumi’s eyes sparkled as she turned to Pidgey. “Are you enjoying rubbing my belly?” she asked, voice soft but eager.
Pidgey cleared his throat, wings shifting nervously. “Well… you’re digesting a bird right now, and I’m a bird, so…”
Fira leaned forward, tapping his head playfully. “Do I have to remind you that you sent a Talonflame down my throat when we first met? You didn’t seem very worried about him back then.”
Pidgey hesitated, flapping his wings lightly. “Touché… but in my defense, my life was on the line.”
“Fair enough,” Fira replied casually, tail flicking. She pressed a forepaw against her own gut, rubbing it lovingly and slapping it playfully. Her belly wobbled and sloshed for a few seconds, sending faint gurgles and squelches through the warm, wet mass inside her.
“Hey! Can you hear me in there?” Fira called, voice teasing. “You’re very quiet and still. Are you mush yet?”
No reply came, only the soft squelches and gurgles of her digestive process.
Ogerpon smirked, tail swishing. “I know a way to get a reaction,” she said. “They’re salty. Just lay on your back.”
Fira obeyed, rolling onto her back. The contents of her gut sloshed violently, fluids and squirming prey shifting against her inner walls.
Ogerpon leapt and landed on the round gut, wobbly and slick from the internal motion. She struggled briefly to keep her balance, feet sinking slightly into the soft flab. One foot pressed on Pecharunt, who released a muffled groan that barely echoed through the wet interior.
Fira smirked, ears flicking. “Looks like it’s working.”
Ogerpon grinned. “I’m just getting started.”
She began to tap dance across Fira’s belly, each step bouncing on the unstable, jiggling surface. The trio inside tumbled and squirmed with each impact, muffled voices echoing through the wet, squishy walls.
Fira released a series of belches of varying intensity, tail flicking, ears twitching, as the gurgles inside her became louder and wetter with each bounce.
Lumi’s eyes sparkled, tail wagging rapidly. “That massage… it must feel so relaxing! I want to try it too!”
Pidgey flapped his wings nervously. “You’re too small for that,” he warned.
Lumi’s ears drooped, and she released a soft, sad “Aw…”
Fira continued to belch, eyes half-lidded in pleasure. “Mmm… I am enjoying this… I feel less bloated already.” Her gut sloshed and gurgled louder as she felt Pecharunt and his sidekicks struggle, trying to stop Ogerpon from bouncing on them.
Ogerpon laughed. “Come on! You can’t hide from me!”
Lumi purred, tail swishing. “Mmm… I wish I could feel that too… it looks so fun…”
Fira let out a deep, satisfied belch, tongue lolling slightly. “Keep it up… don’t stop… the wobble feels amazing,” she murmured, belly pulsing and sloshing with the squirming contents, muffled voices echoing beneath her skin.
Inside Fira, the environment was far more hostile than before. The gurgles grew louder and wetter, the thick, wet walls kneading Pecharunt, Obstagoon, and Shiftry with increasing roughness.
The damp heat clung to their bodies, making them sweat and dizzy. A thick haze rose from the bubbling acids, stinging their throats and making their eyes water. The gurgles merged with the flareon’s pounding heartbeat in a wet, gurgly cacophony that filled them with a new level of dread.
Waves of digestive acids sloshed from all directions, momentarily covering them fully before retreating, leaving them gasping for labored breaths.
Fira let out a loud belch, the brief pocket of breathable air in her gut disappearing almost instantly.
Ogerpon bounced on Fira’s middle, each landing shaking them violently.
Obstagoon snapped, voice echoing in the wet chamber. “Hey! We’re trying to accept being digested by a huge Flareon! You’re not making it easy!” He jabbed at the thick stomach walls with his fists, trying to push away the relentless pressure, but Ogerpon landed precisely on those spots with each bounce, smirking down at them.
Shiftry tried to scratch at the slick, squishy walls with his fans, sliding uselessly on the wet, pulsating surface. He pushed to the side, and a faint bulge appeared on Fira’s left lower belly, stretching her skin briefly before it wobbled back into shape.
Pecharunt’s mind raced, the echoes of Ogerpon’s high-pitched chuckles bouncing in his head. Obstagoon looked at him. “Whose fault is this?” he gasped, voice shaking. “We trusted you before starting to fight… now we’re at the mercy of her gut!”
The Flareon’s belly sloshed and wobbled unpredictably as Obstagoon and Shiftry argued and struggled inside, their movements shifting the mass around them like tides of wet, quivering flesh.
Ogerpon lost her balance for a moment, sliding in the slick surface, but she leapt backward with a spin, landing gracefully on her feet and bowing, grinning proudly.
Her friends clapped for her, laughter ringing faintly above the muffled chaos.
Fira sat back on her ass, chuckling low in her chest. “That massage was amazing,” she admitted, eyes flicking down to watch the bulges dancing and vanishing in the round curvature of her gut as Obstagoon and Shiftry struggled and argued inside her.
Her ears twitched, tail flicking lazily. “Mmm… look at them squirm,” she murmured, tongue lolling as each pulse and gurgle rolled through her. “You two are making my belly wobble so nicely… it’s… delightful.”
Obstagoon shouted, muffled, voice strained from the slick walls. “Stop… bouncing! We’re not toys!”
Shiftry groaned, claws scraping against the slippery surface. “This… is unbearable… I can’t—”
Ogerpon laughed, tail flicking as she bounced lightly again. “Oh, don’t complain! You signed up for this, didn’t you?”
Fira’s chest rose and fell as she chuckled again, ears flicking with amusement. “Keep it up… don’t stop… every squirm, every bulge… I love it,” she murmured, belly jiggling and gurgling wetly as Obstagoon and Shiftry collided and slid helplessly in the warm, acidic interior.
Pecharunt tried to concentrate as Shiftry and Obstagoon continued fighting and rolling inside the fleshy chamber, their limbs splashing in the slippery fluids and making the gut wobble and slosh violently with each impact.
The wet walls pressed and slid around them, squeezing with each motion, while acidic moisture clung to their feathers and fur, stinging and burning their skin.
Outside, Fira purred, eyes closed, ears flicking as her tail wagged happily. She pressed her forepaws against the upper curvature of her belly, feeling it stretch and ripple in different directions.
Bulges formed, showing faint imprints of the outlaws beneath her skin before her middle shifted back to its usual shape, only to stretch and bulge again.
Lumi smirked, forepaw pressing lightly against Fira’s middle, sinking slightly into the soft, warm flab. She yelped and jumped backward when a faint imprint of the outlaws’ faces appeared briefly before sinking back into the wobbling surface.
Pidgey flapped his wings, eyes wide. “Fira… you could use your belly as a horror attraction!”
Fira tapped her chin thoughtfully, tail flicking. “Hmm… that could be a way to earn some money,” she mused with a smirk.
Ogerpon chuckled, tilting her head. “They’re back in the rage phase… but they were accepting their fate a moment ago.”
Fira’s ears flicked. “Let them be,” she said, voice low and playful. “Their struggles feel amazing.”
Urp.
SLAP!
She let out a small burp, tail flicking as she slapped the spot where Obstagoon and Shiftry were stretching her middle. A loud SPLORCH echoed within her, sending the dark-types tumbling backward with startled yelps.
Inside, Obstagoon’s voice rose, muffled but sharp. “It’s your fault, Shiftry! You agreed to team up with Pecharunt!”
Shiftry snapped back, fans scraping against the slick walls. “Me? I agreed because it was easy money! Don’t pin this on me!” He jabbed at Obstagoon with his pointed nose, making them both slide awkwardly in the slick, squishy interior.
Pecharunt tried to focus, but the argument combined with the gurgly, wet cacophony of Fira’s gut grated on his nerves. He shouted, voice straining and hoarse from the humid, acidic air. “STOP ARGUING! STOP FIGHTING!”
The screech echoed loudly through Fira’s belly, making her ears flick and her eyes snap open. Lumi’s tail twitched, eyes wide, while Ogerpon tilted her head in surprise.
Even Fira’s purring paused for a brief moment as the guttural shout resonated through her pulsing, wobbling middle.
Obstagoon groaned, sliding in the slick acid-soaked walls. “He’s… losing it…”
Shiftry hissed, feathers damp and clinging. “And it’s all my fault… right?”
Outside, Fira chuckled softly, pressing her paws against the upper curves of her belly again, feeling the faint bumps of struggle beneath her skin. “Mmm… every squirm, every shout… it makes my belly wobble perfectly,” she murmured, tail flicking as the bulges from Obstagoon and Shiftry shifted unpredictably.
Lumi giggled. “I could watch them like this all day!”
Pidgey swallowed nervously, wings twitching. “I don’t know how they’re surviving in there…”
Ogerpon smirked, tail flicking. “They’ll survive for now. But every squirm is so satisfying.”
Pecharunt launched a Shadow Ball at Obstagoon and Shiftry, the dark energy striking them with a muffled thunk inside the slippery, squishy chamber. The impact sent a shockwave through the fleshy walls, making Fira’s middle expand a little more than usual.
Her stomach wobbled and sloshed violently, leaving fleeting imprints of the trio beneath her skin for a few seconds before the pulsing flesh returned to shape. The acids bubbled faster, the thick damp heat pressing harder against the trio, and the stomach walls kneaded them more roughly with each jostle.
Fira felt a sudden rush of air push upward into her throat.
Buuuuurrrrrrrrp.
She released a burp along with a cloud of smoke that curled from her jaws, eyes watering slightly from the inner impact. Her tongue lolled as she rubbed her belly to settle it back into place.
For a moment, her friends tensed, concern flickering across their faces. Fira smirked, voice casual and teasing. “Wow… that attack was intense, but I was able to endure it.” She patted her gut proudly. “I have an explosion-proof gut, that’s for sure. Just a faint indigestion.”
Inside, Pecharunt groaned, muffled by the slick, squishy walls. His plan had failed; the stomach retaliated, pressing harder and boiling the acids even more intensely. Obstagoon and Shiftry groaned with discomfort, trying to shift for more space.
“Well done, genius!” Obstagoon snapped, claws sliding uselessly on the slick walls. “We’re more squeezed than before!”
Pecharunt lashed two of his chains from his shell, making Obstagoon lower his head in frustrated defeat. Shiftry let out a faint, muffled chuckle despite their predicament, fur sticking to the slick acid-soaked walls.
Clearing his throat, Pecharunt tried to regain composure. “Now that that’s settled… it’s time to find a proper solution,” he said, pressing his tiny body against the stomach wall.
His silhouette appeared as a faint, wriggling imprint near the center of Fira’s round belly. “Can anyone hear me?” he asked in a muffled, strained voice.
Fira’s eyes sparkled with playful mischief. She rose a paw to her mouth in a conspiratorial gesture. “Shhhhh… Peachy wants to say something. Be quiet~”
Her friends stifled giggles, Lumi wagging her tail while Pidgey fluttered nervously. From deep within, a muffled groan echoed through the slick, warm walls of her gut, making Fira chuckle.
“Okay, Peachy,” she cooed, voice soft and teasing, tail flicking lazily. “You have all our attention. We are all ears~”
Obstagoon’s claws dug into the slick, pulsing walls as he muttered, “I can barely hear her in here!”
Shiftry groaned, sliding slightly in the acidic fluid. “He better have a good idea, or this is going to get worse…”
Lumi leaned closer to Fira’s middle, pressing a paw gently against the wobbling flab. “He’s trying to say something, I can see him! Look!”
Pidgey tilted his head, wings twitching nervously. “I don’t think what he is up to works…”
Fira purred softly, feeling each squirm and bump as the trio inside pressed against her stomach walls. “Mmm… every little move… every bump… delicious,” she murmured, eyes half-lidded with pleasure as the stomach pulsed around them in wet, squelching waves.
Pecharunt tried to control himself, ignoring Fira’s smug remarks about if they are enjoying their stay until digested, and the whispered complaints of his sidekicks.
“We got off on the wrong foot,” he said, his voice muffled against the squishy walls. “I’m going straight to the point. You don’t like us, we don’t like you… but I think we should try to negotiate.”
Fira’s ear flicked lazily. She tilted her head to the side, crossing her forepaws above her round middle while she remained seated. “Negotiate? That’s rich,” she said, voice teasing, “considering you’re in a very squishy spot.”
Lumi smirked, forepaws pressed against her mouth, trying but failing to hide her quiet laughter.
Fira leaned toward Ogerpon, whispering low. “Get your cudgel.”
Ogerpon grinned, giving the Flareon a nod. She grabbed the cudgel and raised it, muscles tensed, eyes glittering with playful menace.
Pecharunt tried to sound calm, tilting himself so his shadowy form shifted slightly in the warm, slick walls. “You… you better let us out if you don’t want a huge stomachache,” he said carefully, voice strained by the damp, slick pressure around him. “I am poison, and… you must watch your waist. It’ll widen if you digest us.”
Fira’s grin widened, teeth glinting slightly. “Is that a threat, Peachy?” she said, her round belly wobbling with a faint gurgle as she rubbed it lazily. Her tail flicked under her, sending small waves across the water where her rump pressed.
“We have a lot of Pecha berries, and I can endure a bit of indigestion.” She chuckled, voice teasing. “Besides, you sure know how to talk to a girl—by calling her fat.”
Pecharunt swallowed his pride, trying to sound sincere. “That is not what I meant,” he said through gritted teeth, though in his mind he muttered, Of course you’re fat, you orange fatass, swallowing Pokémon whole…
Obstagoon and Shiftry exchanged glances, bodies slick with stomach acids and squeezed by the kneading walls. “Is his speech… working?” Shiftry whispered.
The mythical nodded faintly, voice muffled but determined. “If you let us out… we’ll turn over a new leaf.” He glanced at his sidekicks, who nodded desperately, eyes bright with hope.
Fira raised a paw to her mouth in mock contemplation, letting her claws sink slightly into the soft flab of her belly. “Mmmm… I’m going to give you my answer in five seconds…”
She looked at Ogerpon, who grinned and began to swing her cudgel gently, preparing to strike the spot where Pecharunt squirmed.
Inside Fira, a faint flicker of hope rose among the trio. The damp heat clung to them, sticky and oppressive. The stomach walls kneaded roughly, gurgles growing louder and wetter with each pulse.
Fira’s heartbeat thudded through the wet, acidic chamber, sending reverberations that pressed them against the slick walls. The boiling acids stung their bodies, making their muscles tremble, eyes water, and breaths come in short, desperate gasps.
Still, they held on to the hope that the Flareon would decide to let them out, whispering to themselves and each other.
Obstagoon’s claws scraped uselessly against the slick inner walls. “Come on… she has to listen…”
Shiftry’s feathers clung to the acidic damp, slipping with every shift. “If we just survive until she decides…”
Pecharunt tensed, trying to keep his focus as each wet gurgle from above sent shivers through their slick, squishy prison. “Please… Please…”
The acids hissed and bubbled around them, the wet heat pressing and rolling. Each heartbeat of the Flareon made the stomach pulse, rolling them helplessly, mixing panic with a strange, tense anticipation.
SMACK!!
Ogerpon swung her cudgel and struck Fira’s middle with a rough impact, sending a heavy jolt through the soft, squishy mass. The force pushed Pecharunt toward the center of the fleshy chamber until he collided with the back stomach wall.
“Ungh…”
He released a muffled grunt, shaken, as his body pressed into the slick, pulsating surface. His sidekicks watched dumbfounded at the full scene unfolding around them.
Fira’s belly wobbled for a few seconds, rippling and sloshing before settling.
BRRRRRRROOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRP!!
She released a loud belch that echoed through the air. Her friends burst into laughter, pointing and teasing Pecharunt.
Ogerpon raised her cudgel, eyes bright with excitement. “HOME RUN!” she yelled.
Pecharunt’s voice rose from beneath the flab, clearly annoyed. “This is not baseball!!”
Lumi rolled across the floor, gasping for air between bursts of laughter, her tail flicking wildly. Pidgey flapped his wings, wiping tears from his eyes as he laughed uncontrollably.
Obstagoon murmured, his voice low and strained, “There goes our last chance of escaping from this huge Flareon’s belly…”
Shiftry thought to himself in silence, the damp heat pressing against him. It’s likely because he called her fat…
Fira taunted her prey, laughing out loud as she patted her belly like a drum. The surface rippled under her paws, gurgling loudly beneath her skin.
“This is my answer, darlings,” she said, her ears flicking and her tail wagging lazily. “Hope you enjoy becoming part of my caboose, because that is where you are going~”
Obstagoon, tense and frustrated, asked, “Why do you do this?”
Fira shrugged, smiling casually. “Because you’re bad Pokémon and I eat bad Pokémon.” She rolled her shoulders lightly. “It’s quite simple.” Her expression shifted into a faint growl. “I heard of you two outlaws, you caused a lot of trouble to innocent Pokémon.”
Obstagoon and Shiftry didn’t respond, remaining silent under the pressure of the warm, squishy interior.
Pecharunt murmured, his voice weak and muffled. “I’ve lived for centuries… just to end up like this.”
Fira snorted, ears flicking. “How ironic,” she said with a smirk. “You’ve lived for centuries… but you’re about to be digested by a Flareon who’s almost twenty.” She tilted her head slightly, tail swishing. “You’re welcome~”
She wrapped her forepaws around her round gut, hugging it briefly as it gave a deep, wet gurgle beneath her touch. She whined softly for a moment, shifting her weight, then looked toward Ogerpon. “You might’ve been a bit too rough… I definitely felt that.”
Ogerpon grinned proudly, giving a small shrug. “What can I say? I am good at using my cudgel.”
Fira chuckled softly, her belly still rippling with faint, wet gurgles as the trio inside shifted under the lingering impact, the internal chamber pulsing and settling once more.
Bworp…
Pecharunt growled, his voice muffled beneath the slick, pulsating walls of Fira’s gut. “My spell… it should have worked! Those brats should be stewing in this Flareon’s stomach instead of us!”
Obstagoon snarled, his dark claws pressing briefly against the squishy stomach walls. “That doesn’t matter anymore! We’re going to die… digested by this orange furnace!”
He twisted slightly, the thick, damp heat pressing against him, and glared at Pecharunt. “You should never have dragged us into this mess!”
Pecharunt hissed, his chains rattling faintly in the acidic slosh around him.
Shiftry’s fan-like hands scraped uselessly against the slick, squirming walls. “You promised a lot of money and… stuff! Being half-submerged in gastric fluids wasn’t exactly what I had in mind!”
Pecharunt snapped, his voice rising above the wet gurgles and the rhythmic squelching of the stomach. “Shut up! I just want… a few peaceful moments before being reduced to Flareon pudge in a matter of minutes!”
Outside, Lumi pressed her ear against her sister’s round, pendulous gut, the surface wobbling gently under her touch. She could feel every splash, every press of the stomach walls.
“What do you hear?” Fira asked, tail flicking and ears twitching, purring in delight as she felt her captives squirming and tumbling within her.
Lumi grinned, letting her forepaw sink into the soft flab. “They’re arguing in there.”
Ogerpon chuckled darkly, leaning on her cudgel. “That’s exactly what they deserve… such terrible jerks.”
Pidgey hopped forward until he was just in front of Fira’s belly. “Serves you right! Have fun stewing in there!” he called, his voice carrying over the gurgling and bubbling.
Inside, Obstagoon and Shiftry slammed against the slippery, squishy walls, faces pressing into the gut so hard their features formed clear imprints that stretched Fira’s skin forward. Obstagoon growled through the layer of flab. “When I get my paws on you…!”
Shiftry added, hissing, “This is all your fault! You ruined everything!”
Fira rolled her eyes, her forepaws rising as she slapped the spots where the outlaws’ imprints were. The gut wobbled and sloshed violently, sending ripples of warmth and pressure over the captives as the walls kneaded them more roughly.
She leaned slightly forward, pressing down as the imprints vanished and her middle returned to its usual round shape.
“You have a lot of nerve,” she said, tail flicking lazily, “daring to threaten my friend when you’re inside me.”
Pidgey laughed, tapping the flab with his wing. “What a shame! We’re separated by nothing but a thin layer of pudge, skin, and fur.”
Lumi giggled, pressing her forepaw deeper into the soft wobble of Fira’s gut. “I can feel them squirming so hard… it’s hilarious!”
Ogerpon leaned closer, nudging the flareon’s side. “Keep it up, Fira. Make sure they regret every second in there.”
Fira purred deeply, closing her eyes as she rubbed the upper curvature of her belly, feeling the wet, heated pressure of her prisoners shift beneath her touch. “Oh, I plan to,” she murmured, letting out a soft, vibrating belch. “They’ll stew nicely… and know exactly who’s in charge.”
Inside, Pecharunt’s chains rattled again as he tried to shift against the relentless pressure. “I… I can’t… move!” he wheezed.
Obstagoon growled, muscles straining against the walls. “If I survive this… it’s all on you, Pecharunt!”
Shiftry’s limbs slid futilely over the slick, acidic surfaces, his breathing shallow. “This… is… disgusting!”
Fira’s ears flicked, tail swishing lazily as the wet gurgles echoed through her gut. “Oh, it’s delicious, actually,” she said, smiling as her stomach pulsed rhythmically, kneading her squirming captives with every shift.
Lumi clapped her paws together softly, tail wagging. “I can hear every little squish and splash… it’s fun!”
Ogerpon chuckled darkly. “They shouldn’t have messed with us. Let them feel every second of it.”
Pidgey grinned. “Yeah… enjoy your stay, losers!”
The Flareon’s middle wobbled again as she shifted her weight, every ripple of her gut pressing and massaging the trio inside.
The gurgles were louder now, wetter, every bubble and squelch mixing with her heartbeat, echoing inside the heated, acidic chamber where the outlaws could only twist, squirm, and groan.
Outside, Fira’s ears flicked and her tail swished lazily as she rubbed the upper curvature of her belly, releasing wet gurgles that resonated from the thick, round middle.
Lumi pressed her forepaws against the flab, bouncing slightly as Pidgey pushed his wings against the soft surface, both of them laughing as Ogerpon swung her cudgel, sending muffled thuds reverberating through the Flareon’s gut.
Every press, every strike made Fira purr, eyes half-closed, and she whispered softly, “Mmm… that’s nice, darlings. Keep it up.”
Inside, a tense, stifling silence took over. Pecharunt floated near the center of the fleshy chamber, stomach acids lapping against him in hot, burning waves.
His sidekicks, Obstagoon and Shiftry, pressed their backs against the slick, squishy walls, shivering from the stinging heat and the pulsing pressure of the gut.
Every shift of Fira’s belly pressed them into the thick, wet folds of muscle and fat.
The acids boiled violently now, sending a dense haze rising from the fluids. Each shallow breath was a struggle, and every blink brought only more stinging tears. The nauseating stench of digestive fluids clung to their nostrils, burning and making them gag.
Gurgle, blorp, churn, groan…
Thmp, thmp, thmp…
Wet, loud gurgles mixed with Fira’s slow, steady heartbeat, forming a gurgly cacophony that echoed through the viscous chamber. The damp heat clung to every inch of their bodies, and the rising fluids pressed against their upper torsos, intensifying the sting and making each movement a painful ordeal.
Every movement of the Flareon pressed harder, the wet gurgles and pulsing of her belly echoing around them. The acids sloshed over their bodies, coating them in a scalding haze. Pecharunt inhaled sharply through the sting in his throat, glancing at the writhing figures of his sidekicks.
Pecharunt scraped lightly against the slick wall as he tried to remain composed, and then his eyes suddenly lit up. “Wait… I have something,” he murmured, fumbling in his shell. His hands revealed a few glowing reviver seeds. “This… could be our way out of here.”
Obstagoon blinked, his limbs slick with the acidic fluids. “What do you have there?”
Shiftry’s fans trembled slightly as he twisted his body against the walls. “Yeah, what is that?”
Pecharunt’s eyes gleamed, a mixture of hope and cunning. “Reviver seeds,” he said proudly. “The only thing that can get us out of this disgusting furnace.”
Shiftry’s eyes widened. “You’re going to share them?”
Pecharunt tilted his head, a sly smile curling his lips. “Depends… if you’re willing to apologize. You insulted me a while ago, remember?”
Shiftry’s ears drooped. He swallowed hard, letting out a strained breath. “Fine… I’m sorry,” he said, lowering his head as far as he could, the sting of the fluids pressing against his chest and making him wheeze. “Just… please, don’t let us die digested by this huge Flareon.”
Obstagoon’s claws dug into the slick walls as he snarled, teeth bared. “Apologize, huh?” He glared at Pecharunt, chest heaving as he fought against the stinging heat and the pulsing walls. “How long do you think it’s going to take you to stop being an arrogant jerk?”
Pecharunt’s wicked smile widened, the reviver seeds held delicately. “As long as it takes for you to stop being an idiot, Obstagoon. Think carefully, your pride might cost you everything.”
Shiftry’s sharp eyes flicked nervously to his friend, mind racing. Please… don’t ruin it… he thought, feeling his body pressed fully into the rising fluids, the acids bubbling hotter around him.
Each pulse of Fira’s gut made him gasp, each squelch and wobble sending shivers through his soaked feathers.
Obstagoon’s fists clenched tightly, and Pecharunt gritted his teeth as the stomach walls kneaded them more roughly, acids boiling, gurgles echoing, heat suffocating, and hope shimmering faintly in the center of the fleshy chamber.
Inside Fira, the tension boiled as Obstagoon’s fists clenched tighter than ever. “I’ve got a better idea,” he growled, lunging at Pecharunt with a snarl.
His shadow claws sliced through the sticky, acidic air, striking the mythical sharply. “Aaagh!” Pecharunt shrieked, tumbling slightly as the acids sloshed around him, stinging his feathers and scales.
Shiftry’s eyes widened in shock, voice cracking. “Obstagoon! Stop! You’ll ruin everything!” But Pecharunt was ready. With a malignant swing of his chains, he lashed out, catching the normal-type across the chest.
“Oof…!”
Obstagoon grunted in pain as he slammed into a stomach wall, Fira’s skin stretching in a wet, jiggly wobble before pushing him back toward the center. Lumi pressed her ear against Fira’s flab, wide-eyed, whispering, “Whoa… that sounded intense…”
Shiftry lunged in, waving his fans frantically. “Stop it, both of you! This is only making it worse!” But Obstagoon, blinded by rage, ignored him.
Dark Pulse radiated from his claws, striking Pecharunt hard. The mythical shrieked again as the reviver seeds slipped from his grip, spinning through the hot, humid chamber.
“Grab them!” Obstagoon barked, scrambling desperately. Shiftry lunged as well, fingers slick with acid and sweat. They each tried to catch the seeds, but the slick surfaces and their own moisture made them impossible to hold.
The seeds fell into the pool of boiling gastric fluids, emitting a thick, choking haze as they melted and sank. The trio froze, dumbfounded, staring at the spot where their only hope had vanished.
“IMBECILES! JERKS! FOOLS! IDIOTS!” Pecharunt bellowed, his voice muffled by the acidic haze yet dripping with rage. “YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!”
His attacks lashed out, sending shockwaves through the viscous, writhing stomach. Fira felt the inner contents slosh violently, the trio colliding with the pulsing walls.
Imprints of their bodies appeared and vanished beneath the flab as the acids bubbled hotter, spraying in brief waves that coated the inner surfaces in scalding liquid. Wet, squelchy gurgles echoed throughout her gut, and the pulse of her heartbeat throbbed in sync with the chaotic melee.
Fira’s ears perked sharply as she glanced over her shoulder, laying her full weight on her belly. A louder, wetter gurgle exploded from deep inside, and an alarming rush of air surged up her throat. Her forepaws shot to her mouth as her cheeks puffed, eyes watering from the force.
“URK!”
She choked, trembling slightly. Her friends stumbled back, concern flashing across their faces.
“Fira! Are you okay?!” Lumi cried, eyes wide as she pressed her forepaw against her sister’s stomach.
“Yeah, what’s happening?” Ogerpon added, stepping closer.
“Uh oh,” Pidgey took a step back in concern. “She is about to get a huge stomachache…”
Control snapped. Fira’s throat tightened and then expelled an earth-shaking, thunderous belch.
BRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!
The sheer force of it pushed Lumi, Pidgey and Ogerpon back several steps. They rolled on the grass, ears ringing from the resonant echo. Saliva droplets and grass sprayed around as the Flareon’s chest heaved, eyes half-closed in gleeful relief.
The gurgles from within her gut rumbled like a boiling cauldron, each pulse of her stomach walls kneading and massaging the captives inside with squelchy, wet thuds.
Inside, the captives were pressed and tossed with renewed intensity. The acids sloshed over them in waves, and their muffled voices mixed with wet gurgles, every jolt of the Flareon’s gut sending them tumbling and twisting helplessly in the boiling chamber.
Pecharunt cursed under his breath, while Obstagoon and Shiftry braced against the walls, steam rising from the fluids and scorching their skin, gagging from the stench.
Outside, Pidgey flapped frantically to maintain balance. “Whoa… that was insane! Fira!” His wings beat against the warm air, tail feathers bristling.
Lumi groaned as she regained her footing, pressing a paw to her flushed face. “She… she just… expelled everything at once!” She blinked, ears flicking as her belly jiggled faintly from the motion, the faint gurgles still echoing from Fira’s gut.
Ogerpon rubbed her face, laughing despite herself. “Fira, you’re incredible. That belch just… ugh, it’s like the ground shook!”
Fira blinked twice, ears flicking nervously, and her forepaws shot back to her mouth as if she could claw it in. A faint, sheepish giggle escaped her throat along with a tiny “Whoops…”
Pidgey recoiled, beak wrinkling in disgust as he waved a wing in front of his face, gagging slightly. “Fira, you should really… watch your breath,” he said, flapping his wings to disperse the acrid cloud, then rubbing his chest, muttering between coughs, “It’s awful…”
Lumi pressed her forepaws against her sides, head spinning from the residual heat and fumes. “Ugh, I feel like I’m floating… I need to… stabilize myself…” Her tail flicked nervously as she swayed.
Ogerpon chuckled, leaning back on her hindlegs. “Wow… that belch knocked out a grass-type like me. Honestly, one of Fira’s outbursts could probably flatten an entire building.”
Fira winced, ears flattening slightly, and thumped her chest lightly with a forepaw. A small cloud of smoke hissed from her jaws, accompanied by a soft burp that barely carried through the lingering fumes.
Urp.
“Knock it off, guys,” she murmured, half embarrassed. Her eyes flicked over her shoulder, watching her round middle wobble and slosh as the stomach settled after the recent upheaval.
From inside, the trio of captives felt the change immediately. The stomach walls contracted with a sudden, ruthless pressure, squeezing Obstagoon, Shiftry, and Pecharunt tighter and pushing them closer together.
The acids boiled faster, rising in thick, scalding waves that hissed against their skin. Obstagoon groaned loudly, “It burns! Every inch of us!”
Shiftry screeched. “The gurgles! They’re… louder… wetter!”
Pecharunt tried to maneuver in the center, looking around desperately. “We… we can’t—these walls… they’re… closing in! The enzymes are… thicker… the haze—” He coughed as the choking mist filled his lungs, eyes watering.
Outside, Fira’s ears perked up and her tail flicked with satisfaction. “Bold little pests, huh?” she growled softly, a sly smirk spreading across her damp face. “They deserve a proper punishment.”
She began to roll slowly across the grass to the left, feeling the viscous, warm fluids sloshing inside with her captives. After a few seconds, she rolled to the right, tail sweeping the grass and earth as her fur rippled with every motion.
Finally, she flopped onto her back, forepaws slapping her round belly with deliberate force. The soft yet firm flesh rose and fell with each breath, wobbling and bouncing as the wet, warm acids shifted inside.
Gurgles echoed like a boiling cauldron, loud and wet, as Obstagoon and Shiftry collided with the walls repeatedly, muffled groans escaping from Pecharunt.
Heaving her chest and smirking down at her friends, Fira purred, “Mmm… I could do this all day.”
Each slap of her forepaws sent more waves of sloshing liquid rolling through the chamber, the captives tumbling helplessly, squeezed and pressed against each other as the acids hissed and steamed around them.
Lumi peeked from beside Fira, ears flicking with a mixture of worry and amusement. “ Wow, they’re really moving them around… look at that wobble!”
Ogerpon chuckled, tail swishing through the mud. “Yep… and I’m sure every squirm is making her purr even more. Just look at that smug little grin!”
Inside, the three captives struggled against the pulsing, kneading walls. Obstagoon’s claws slid helplessly, Shiftry’s fans barely catching purchase, and Pecharunt could do little but cough in the boiling haze, eyes watering and lungs burning with each ragged gasp.
The acids lapped over them in waves, scalding and relentless, each pulse of Fira’s heartbeat and each slap of her forepaws amplifying the wet, echoing gurgles, creating a suffocating, chaotic cacophony.
Fira’s ears twitched lazily, tail flicking to displace water, as she sighed in contentment. “That’s right… squirm, little ones. Every squeeze, every splash… it’s all part of the fun.” Her round belly jiggled, wobbling with each movement, the wet gurgles resonating across her flab as her captives were pressed and tossed mercilessly inside.
Fira remained sprawled on her back, ears flicking lazily as she poked her round, damp gut with a forepaw. The flab gave way under her touch, sinking softly beneath her claws. A slow smile spread across her face as she wiggled her paw along the pliant surface.
“Tick-tock,” she cooed, her voice teasing and melodic. “You’re running out of time to escape if you don’t want to be part of my buttocks~”
Lumi pressed her ear against her sister’s warm middle, letting out a soft chuckle as the faint gurgles and frantic squirming of the captives reached her ears. “Ohhh… they’re panicking so much,” she murmured, tail flicking in amusement.
Ogerpon leaned down, rubbing her hands over Fira’s broad belly. “Wow… it’s… way too big for me to reach the full curvature,” she said, struggling to span the distance.
Fira waved her paw dismissively, a smirk tugging at her lips. “It’s fine that way. Gives you a little challenge.”
Pidgey flapped up to the highest, most rounded peak of Fira’s belly, settling comfortably as the soft flab rose and fell with each breath.
Fira noticed and let out a delighted chuckle, tapping the bird lightly on the head with a forepaw. “Smart choice, little birdie. That’s the comfiest spot.”
Pidgey wrinkled his beak and looked away, a faint huff escaping him. “I-I just… want to relax… not because it’s… squishy and warm or anything,” he muttered defensively, wings folding close to his body.
Fira rolled her eyes, a playful smirk curling her lips. “Sure, sure, whatever you say, birdie.”
Inside, the trio of captives fared far worse. Obstagoon groaned, folding his arms in resignation, hoping the intense, stifling heat would make him black out soon.
Shiftry, still clutching the stolen money bags, frowned as the acids lapped at his limbs, sweat slicking his feathers.
“We… we still have the money,” he muttered, voice tight, “at least no one will get to enjoy it…”
Pecharunt hissed, eyes narrowing in the haze of stomach acid. “Do you find any comfort in that, Shiftry?”
Obstagoon groaned, pressing a claw to his face. “And that includes us, you fool.”
Outside, Fira’s forepaw tapped Pidgey lightly. “Hey, little bird, move over a bit. I want to roll and lay on my belly.”
Pidgey flapped his wings, adjusting with a soft grunt. “Alright, alright… just… this belly is so… soft and warm… I can’t imagine how nice it would be to… relax here the whole day,” he thought, shivering faintly as he remembered being trapped inside the same pliant, heated chamber.
Fira gave a slow, dramatic roll to her side, letting her damp, wobbly flab cascade against the ground. The sudden motion sent ripples through the fluids inside, causing Obstagoon and Shiftry to lose their balance.
Shiftry’s grip on the stolen money bags slipped; they fell near the entrance to the stomach as scalding waves lapped around them, making them wobble helplessly.
Pecharunt’s eyes widened in panic, floating amidst the boiling acids. “No! Not the bags!” he shrieked, claws scraping against the slick walls.
The two bags, slick with sweat and the acidic haze, were suddenly pulled upward by the shifting currents of Fira’s stomach, sucked with a wet slosh and disappearing momentarily. Fira shrugged, cheeks puffing as she contorted her face at the unexpected pressure.
Breorp.
A small cough mixed with a burp escaped her throat, and with a soft, wet plop, the two bags were ejected from her mouth, covered in saliva. They tumbled across the ground with a faint squelching sound before coming to a stop.
The Flareon blinked, letting the bags settle at her paws. Lumi pressed her ear against Fira’s belly, smirking faintly. “Well… that’s one way to get them back,” she murmured.
Ogerpon leaned down, poking the slick bags with a foot cautiosly. “Covered in… saliva… wow,” she muttered, voice tinged with disbelief.
Lumi sniffed them and immediately gagged, recoiling with a sharp “Ughhh!” Her paws flew up to cover her nose as the acrid, sour smell of saliva and residual stomach acids hit her nostrils. “Ew…! It smells awful! Why do they smell so bad?” she wheezed, eyes watering.
Ogerpon tilted her head, peering at the slick bags with curiosity. “What is in there? It looks… gross… but I can’t tell…” she murmured, paw hovering above the contaminated money.
Pidgey reluctantly tapped his talon against the bag, giving a soft cluck. “Sounds like… money? Probably the ones those thieves stole,” he commented cautiously, wrinkling his beak.
A muffled groan rose from beneath Fira’s round belly, faint but laced with resignation. “Great… just great… we lost the money too…”
Fira smirked, flicking her ears and wagging her tail slowly. “Well… I guess that’s our reward for having taken care of such meanies,” she purred. The vibrations of her digesting gut continued relentlessly beneath her fur, soft gurgles mixing with the heat that radiated from her flab.
Pidgey wrinkled his beak again, flapping his wings slightly. “Honestly… you should be the one to clean up the bags, Fira. They came out of… well… you know…”
Ogerpon nodded in agreement, covering her nose and gagging. “Yeah, it’s… kind of gross. Definitely more you than any of us.”
Fira rolled her eyes dramatically, smirking at their protestations. “Ohhh, come on. You guys are so dramatic! Really. A little saliva never hurts anyone.” She flicked her ears and lazily wiggled her paw against her round side.
Meanwhile, Lumi pressed a paw against her own belly, feeling the last remnants of her meal being absorbed. “Hey… don’t forget,” she said, smirking at her friends, “Fira’s not the only one who can release loud belches. Watch this.”
The Eevee positioned both forepaws over her plump belly and gave a firm slap. The flab jiggled, wobbling and bouncing with a soft, wet squish as it shifted under her paws. She crossed her forepaws over her chest, closed her eyes with confidence, and waited for the air to rush up her throat.
A few seconds later, her tail flicked excitedly, signaling what was coming. A faint gurgle rolled through her stomach.
Her jaws parted and a massive, reverberating HICCUP burst out, accompanied by a spray of half-digested ducklett feathers, slick with saliva, flying forward like confetti before settling in a damp, disheveled pile on the ground.
Lumi blinked twice, tail flicking nervously as her friends stared in shock, trying to stifle their laughter.
Ogerpon fell backward onto the floor, rolling and gasping between giggles. “Do you call that a belch? That wasn’t even a squeak! HAHAHAHAHA!” she wheezed, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.
Pidgey snickered softly, covering his beak with a wing. “You’re… still too small for that, Lumi. Don’t go following your sister’s steps… at least you have some manners left.”
Fira let out a sharp, mocking “Hey!” and reached a forepaw to tap Lumi lightly on the head. “You lack the practice and lung power, sis. You still have to grow up… but that was cute, I’ll give you that.”
Lumi pouted, cheeks flaring bright pink. “I do not like being made fun of!” she protested, tail lashing in embarrassment.
Before she could continue, a smaller hiccup escaped her throat, wet and squeaky, making her freeze. Ogerpon burst into louder, uncontrollable laughter, rolling on the floor again. “Ohhhhhh, that’s priceless! You’re too small for this, but HAHAHA, it’s hilarious!”
Pidgey muttered under his breath, shaking his head with a flustered grin. “Pfffft…”
Fira’s tail flicked lazily as she watched her little sister, letting out a soft, approving hum. “Not bad, Lumi… just keep practicing, and maybe one day you’ll rival me,” she teased, eyes sparkling with amusement as the faint gurgles and residual warmth of digestion radiated through her round middle.
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