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FurAffinity repost - February 6th 2021

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he female Umbreon continued her late evening stroll down the dimly lit streets of Lumiose City. She always enjoyed the crisp night air, and figured that going for a walk would help her work off her meal. Something of a glutton, Umbreon had a habit of devouring Pokémon almost as big as her - today, this was an unfortunate female Espeon, who'd stumbled into her territory, almost like a free meal offering herself to the graceful Dark-type.

Of course, from Espeon's point of view, this was not the case, and although she might have failed to overcome the type disadvantage after Umbreon attacked her, she wasn't going to give up, and she certainly wasn't going to let herself become food to an Umbreon, of all things. By now, she'd been in the Dark-type's stomach for about 10 minutes, and to say it was vile would be an understatement. The gut had a foul odour of vomit and rotting meat - most likely from Umbreon's previous meal - and the air was thick and humid, becoming difficult to breathe thanks to Umbreon's stomach muscles which were continuously squeezing around her, tighter and tighter. With each contraction of the Dark-type's gut, more air as squeezed out, released from the predator as intermittent belches. With each one, Espeon's odds of survival were narrowing. She was already feeling slightly tingly as stomach acids started to break her down, and she knew that if she didn't act quickly, Umbreon's stomach would fully digest her, and she didn't want to think about how painful that would be.

As the stomach squeezed her once again, letting out a cacophany of groans and glorps, Espeon tried her best to fight back, flailing her arms and legs around with as much force as possible. None of her Psychic-type moves would be of any use in her current situation, and it wasn't like she could get off a Quick Attack in the cramped space she was trapped in. Each punch and kick against the stomach walls didn't seem to do much, as the gut simply responded by squeezing her even harder, groaning as it took delight in churning its meal.

For anyone witnessing this ordeal, they would have simply seen a large bulge in Umbreon's swollen belly, jiggling around as Espeon tried to upset her predator's stomach. Umbreon grimaced slightly, discontent with the trouble her meal was giving her.

"Hey! Stop squirming!" Umbreon said between burps, "You're supposed to be digesting!"

Espeon heard this, and in response, continued to lash out and struggle for her survival. Maybe it was working? Maybe if she kept it up, Umbreon would spit her up.

"Let me out, you fat bitch!" she cried, "I'm not food!"

"That's what they all say." Umbreon said, belching loudly as more of Espeon's breathable air was removed from her bloated belly, "Now, be a good girl and melt."

"I'm warning you! Let me out, right now! Or I'll give you the worst stomach ache you ever had!" Espeon threatened, kicking and lashing around in her fleshy tomb with all her might.

Unfortunately, it seemed that this wouldn't be enough. The stomach immediately retorted by continuing to secrete digestive juices all over its meal.

"You've sure got an attitude," said Umbreon, "I can handle a bit of indigestion. It's you who this is gonna be painful for."

Her stomach groaned loudly as more stomach acids flowed in. Once again, she tried to fight back, this time hoping that the Dark-type stomach would finally give in and regurgitate her. With all the fight she had left, she kicked, punched and pushed the muscular walls of the gut - unfortunately, all that Umbreon felt was a mild squirming sensation in her belly, prompting the stomach to get to work in dealing with the struggling morsel trapped inside. With a loud growl, the muscles of the stomach continued rubbing gastric acid into Espeon's fur.

Struggling to breathe due to a lack of fresh air, Espeon was being forced to inhale the putrid, hot air of Umbreon's insides, leaving a disgusting, caustic taste in her nose and mouth. Not that she was able to breathe much anyway, with stomach muscles smothering and attempting to suffocate her. With each increasingly weak attempt to fight back, Umbreon's belly responded by simply closing in on her even further, becoming tighter and tighter until she could barely move, only accept her fate as food for a predator as more stomach acid filled the chamber. She was losing more and more feeling in her lower body as she succumbed to the digestive acid, and as the stomach happily gurgled and groaned, she began to lose consciousness. Her last sight - the dark, tight insides of an Umbereon's stomach filled with stomach acid and digestive sludge, was soon taken from her as everything went black.

It didn’t take long after this for Umbreon to fully gurgle her, digesting her lifeless body to the point of being unrecognizable sludge in a matter of hours, indistinguishable from any other food that she’d ever eaten. Her belly gave out grateful, wet glorps and sloshes as it continued to work down the liquified remains of the the Psychic-type. All that remained by the time the process was finished were a few bones at the bottom of Umbreon's stomach, which given a few more days, would be melted down as well.

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FurAffinity repost - February 6th 2021

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he female Umbreon continued her late evening stroll down the dimly lit streets of Lumiose City. She always enjoyed the crisp night air, and figured that going for a walk would help her work off her meal. Something of a glutton, Umbreon had a habit of devouring Pokémon almost as big as her - today, this was an unfortunate female Espeon, who'd stumbled into her territory, almost like a free meal offering herself to the graceful Dark-type.

Of course, from Espeon's point of view, this was not the case, and although she might have failed to overcome the type disadvantage after Umbreon attacked her, she wasn't going to give up, and she certainly wasn't going to let herself become food to an Umbreon, of all things. By now, she'd been in the Dark-type's stomach for about 10 minutes, and to say it was vile would be an understatement. The gut had a foul odour of vomit and rotting meat - most likely from Umbreon's previous meal - and the air was thick and humid, becoming difficult to breathe thanks to Umbreon's stomach muscles which were continuously squeezing around her, tighter and tighter. With each contraction of the Dark-type's gut, more air as squeezed out, released from the predator as intermittent belches. With each one, Espeon's odds of survival were narrowing. She was already feeling slightly tingly as stomach acids started to break her down, and she knew that if she didn't act quickly, Umbreon's stomach would fully digest her, and she didn't want to think about how painful that would be.

As the stomach squeezed her once again, letting out a cacophany of groans and glorps, Espeon tried her best to fight back, flailing her arms and legs around with as much force as possible. None of her Psychic-type moves would be of any use in her current situation, and it wasn't like she could get off a Quick Attack in the cramped space she was trapped in. Each punch and kick against the stomach walls didn't seem to do much, as the gut simply responded by squeezing her even harder, groaning as it took delight in churning its meal.

For anyone witnessing this ordeal, they would have simply seen a large bulge in Umbreon's swollen belly, jiggling around as Espeon tried to upset her predator's stomach. Umbreon grimaced slightly, discontent with the trouble her meal was giving her.

"Hey! Stop squirming!" Umbreon said between burps, "You're supposed to be digesting!"

Espeon heard this, and in response, continued to lash out and struggle for her survival. Maybe it was working? Maybe if she kept it up, Umbreon would spit her up.

"Let me out, you fat bitch!" she cried, "I'm not food!"

"That's what they all say." Umbreon said, belching loudly as more of Espeon's breathable air was removed from her bloated belly, "Now, be a good girl and melt."

"I'm warning you! Let me out, right now! Or I'll give you the worst stomach ache you ever had!" Espeon threatened, kicking and lashing around in her fleshy tomb with all her might.

Unfortunately, it seemed that this wouldn't be enough. The stomach immediately retorted by continuing to secrete digestive juices all over its meal.

"You've sure got an attitude," said Umbreon, "I can handle a bit of indigestion. It's you who this is gonna be painful for."

Her stomach groaned loudly as more stomach acids flowed in. Once again, she tried to fight back, this time hoping that the Dark-type stomach would finally give in and regurgitate her. With all the fight she had left, she kicked, punched and pushed the muscular walls of the gut - unfortunately, all that Umbreon felt was a mild squirming sensation in her belly, prompting the stomach to get to work in dealing with the struggling morsel trapped inside. With a loud growl, the muscles of the stomach continued rubbing gastric acid into Espeon's fur.

Struggling to breathe due to a lack of fresh air, Espeon was being forced to inhale the putrid, hot air of Umbreon's insides, leaving a disgusting, caustic taste in her nose and mouth. Not that she was able to breathe much anyway, with stomach muscles smothering and attempting to suffocate her. With each increasingly weak attempt to fight back, Umbreon's belly responded by simply closing in on her even further, becoming tighter and tighter until she could barely move, only accept her fate as food for a predator as more stomach acid filled the chamber. She was losing more and more feeling in her lower body as she succumbed to the digestive acid, and as the stomach happily gurgled and groaned, she began to lose consciousness. Her last sight - the dark, tight insides of an Umbereon's stomach filled with stomach acid and digestive sludge, was soon taken from her as everything went black.

It didn’t take long after this for Umbreon to fully gurgle her, digesting her lifeless body to the point of being unrecognizable sludge in a matter of hours, indistinguishable from any other food that she’d ever eaten. Her belly gave out grateful, wet glorps and sloshes as it continued to work down the liquified remains of the the Psychic-type. All that remained by the time the process was finished were a few bones at the bottom of Umbreon's stomach, which given a few more days, would be melted down as well.