After Nyxara heard Fennekin and Froakie made fun of her she decides to teach them a lesson and reunite them with their teammate in her belly, overwhelming them in a battle before eating them. Enjoy!

Sprigatito, fennekin, froakie and pikipek belong to Game Freak, The Pokémon Company and Nintendo.

Nyxara the Sprigatito belongs to me.

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Nyxara’s muscles tensed, her tail flicking once like a whip—then she leapt high into the air. Mid-spin, her paws glowed as she summoned her power, and with a sharp cry she unleashed a Seed Bomb. The glowing seeds rained down and detonated with a thunderous BOOM right between the two explorers.

“Wha—?!” Fennekin squealed as the explosion burst, sending her rolling to the side.
“Gah!” Froakie yelped, tumbling the other way, hitting the grass with a grunt.

When the smoke cleared, Nyxara landed lightly on all fours, her body swaying with effortless grace despite her pudgy frame. She rose to her paws with feline fluidity and fixed the two with a wicked grin, her eyes glittering with mischief.

With an exaggerated sweep of her paw, she bent forward in a mocking bow. “Well, well. I’d love to join this little conversation you two were having about me.”

Both explorers froze as their eyes went wide, the realization clicking instantly. Their breaths hitched, a tremor of shock—and fear—running through them.

“Oh, do you know me already?” Nyxara smirked, her tone silky with arrogance. She tilted her head to one side, ears twitching in feigned curiosity. “If you want an autograph, I might be willing to give you one…”

Her tongue slowly dragged across her lips, savoring the sight of their startled faces.

From below, her belly growled long and low, a heavy gurgle echoing into the air like a beast demanding to be fed. Nyxara patted it with deliberate slowness, her grin turning sharper. “But… no, I think I’ll give you something better. I’ll be filling this with two tasty explorers very soon.”

Her eyes narrowed, gleaming with sinister delight. “Consider it a reunion. You’ll be keeping that bird company.”

The two explorers flinched, stiff with alarm, their badges gleaming faintly against their chests as they prepared to defend themselves.

Fennekin’s fur bristled, her ears twitching nervously as she swallowed hard. “W-Who… who do you mean?” she asked, her voice trembling as though she feared the answer already.

Nyxara’s grin widened like a slash across her muzzle. She lifted a paw and patted her belly, which answered with a wet gurgle. Then, with a sudden UUUURRRRPPP, a spray of damp feathers burst from her jaws, drifting down like confetti—each feather glistening with saliva.

Her giggle was light and cruel, tail flicking lazily as she rubbed slow, deliberate circles over her churning middle. “You better act quickly if you want to save him,” she purred. “Or else…” her eyes gleamed, “my belly will finish the job for me.”

Fennekin’s eyes widened in horror. “No… it can’t be…”

Inside, Pikipek stirred at last, his consciousness returning in waves. His eyes darted open only to meet suffocating darkness—the slick, pulsating walls squeezing and heaving around him. Every sound was deafening: the ominous gurgles of digestive fluids, the rhythmic thump of Nyxara’s heartbeat above, the sloshing of half-digested berries swirling against him. Realization struck him like ice, and his eyes went wide with panic.

“N-No! No, no, no!” Pikipek screeched, thrashing wildly. His wings and legs pressed against the fleshy walls, his beak scraping uselessly as he fought for air and freedom.

Outside, Nyxara giggled again, her voice sweet and mocking. She gave her middle a firm squeeze, enjoying the way it bulged and squirmed beneath her paw. “Ohhh, look at that,” she teased, “someone’s finally awake.”

She leaned closer to the horrified explorers, lowering her voice to a syrupy coo. “Go on, birdie. Say hi to your friends.”

Her stomach shifted, bulges appearing and vanishing in erratic bursts as Pikipek’s desperate struggles made the whole curve of her middle writhe and ripple. Nyxara laughed, licking her lips with a soft, delighted sigh.

Nyxara’s eyes flicked toward the badges glittering on her opponents’ chests. A smirk spread across her muzzle when she noticed the plain, unadorned rank. “Normal rank, huh?” she cooed, tail curling slyly. “That means you’re just rookies. Oh, I do apologize for overwhelming you…” Her grin widened, voice dripping with mockery. “…but I won’t be holding back.”

Before Fennekin or Froakie could even register her words, Nyxara blurred forward in a flash of light. Her type shifted seamlessly into Normal, and with Quick Attack she slammed into both explorers, knocking the wind from their lungs.

Inside her belly, Pikipek yelped as he was thrown violently side to side, his battered body bouncing with each impact. His muffled squawks mixed with the wet churn of Nyxara’s gut, only making her grin stretch wider.

The rookies staggered, groaning as they scrambled to retaliate, but Nyxara was already moving. Her form shimmered as her type shifted again, this time into Dark—and in the next instant, her paw shot forward with a devastating Sucker Punch. Both explorers were sent reeling, the blow landing with astonishing speed.

Nyxara landed lightly on her paws, tail swaying. She turned her head back just enough to give them a teasing wink, then wiggled her hindquarters in a playful taunt. “Come on now,” she sang sweetly, “keep up… or this’ll be over too soon.”

Inside, Pikipek renewed his furious struggles, hammering against the smothering walls of her belly. Nyxara’s ears flicked in mild annoyance at the squirming bulges across her middle. With a mischievous giggle, she lifted her paw and smacked her belly hard, making it bounce and wobble for a few seconds.

“Quiet in there, featherbrain,” she purred, her tone sharp beneath the playfulness. “I’ll reunite your little team very soon.”

Her stomach groaned hungrily at her words, the sound bubbling out between her giggles as she licked her lips.

Fennekin let out a sharp cry and unleashed a spray of Ember, the flames sparking through the air toward Nyxara. But the Sprigatito only grinned, springing into the air with feline grace. Her pudgy frame did nothing to slow her as she spun backward midair, the embers passing harmlessly beneath her. Froakie leapt up to meet her with Smack Down, but Nyxara’s agile twist carried her just out of reach. She landed lightly on her paws, tail swaying in smug rhythm.

With a burst of speed, she lunged forward. Her type shimmered and shifted into Ghost, claws glowing with a sinister hue as she slashed with Shadow Claw. Froakie barely managed to dodge, rolling aside at the last moment.

Nyxara tilted her head with an amused smirk. “Pretty fast,” she purred, her voice playful but edged with threat. “But that won’t save you.”

In one fluid motion, she rose onto her forepaws, body twisting in a graceful spin. Her thigh struck Froakie hard, the impact sending him yelping and flying through the air.

Her eyes then set firmly on Fennekin, her grin widening as she felt Pikipek thrash inside, his struggles only fueling her hunger. She darted forward, her type shimmering once again—this time becoming Flying. With dazzling speed, she launched into Acrobatics, striking the fire-type hard and forcing a cry of pain from her.

But Fennekin had anticipated the hit. Snarling, she retaliated with Foul Play, turning Nyxara’s own force against her. The Sprigatito gasped, caught off guard, and stumbled back. She landed on all fours and shook her head quickly, then burst into a laugh.

“Cute trick,” she admitted with a toothy grin, her tail lashing behind her. “Using my strength against me… but it won’t be enough.”

Her stomach groaned loudly as if to underline her words, the sound gurgling beneath her laughter.

Fennekin growled, flames flickering at the corners of her jaws. “Give up, Nyxara—and let Pikipek go. Or else.”

The Sprigatito only grinned, tilting her head as though amused by a child’s tantrum. With deliberate ease, she sat down on her rump, tail swishing lazily behind her. One paw slid over her middle, rubbing in slow, teasing circles as if to flaunt the bird still inside.

From beneath her fur came muffled cries, Pikipek’s desperate voice barely rising above the gurgles of her stomach. Nyxara arched a brow and flashed a wicked smile.

“Or else what?” she purred, her tone silken and cruel. “Is that a threat, dear?”

She lingered on the words, savoring Fennekin’s glare before pushing herself back onto her feet with feline grace. Her claws flexed, her smirk sharpening.

“Very well,” she said softly, eyes gleaming. “Let’s continue.”

Nyxara grinned and bent her legs to pounce, but suddenly the ground beneath her trembled. Her ears perked—too late.

With a burst of dirt and stone, Froakie shot upward with Dig, his fist striking square into the Sprigatito’s stuffed middle.

“Ungh—!” Nyxara’s eyes went wide as the impact launched her into the air. She twisted awkwardly, tail flailing, before landing on her back with a soft thud.

“Nyxara!” Fennekin gasped, then quickly corrected herself with a growl. “I mean—serves you right!”

The grass-type sat up on her rump, rubbing the sore spot on her belly, her tail lashing hard against the ground. Her smirk faded into a glare, eyes narrowing at the frog.
“You little pest…” she hissed through clenched teeth. “You’re going to regret that.”

But her stomach answered for her, gurgling thunderously. The violent rumble made her tense. Then—pressure.

Her eyes widened.
“No—”

Her paws flew to her muzzle as her cheeks puffed out.
“Hrk!”

With a wet gag, Pikipek’s head suddenly burst free from her mouth, covered in sticky saliva and flecks of half-digested berries. His wings fluttered desperately as he cried out, his voice cracked but urgent.
“Fennekin! Froakie! Help me!”

The two explorers froze for a split second, stunned that he was still alive—then sprinted toward him.
“Hold on, Pikipek!” Froakie shouted.
“We’ve got you!” Fennekin added, determination burning in her eyes.

Nyxara coughed and gagged, the bird halfway out, his body squirming frantically. Her claws dug into the dirt as she fought to keep control, her jaw stretching wide against his struggles. Her eyes locked onto her prey, blazing with fury.

“Not… a chance,” she growled, muffled around his flapping wings.

Pikipek screeched, beating at her muzzle with his wings. “Let me go! Let me gooo!”

For a fleeting instant it seemed he might succeed—the explorers were only steps away, arms outstretched to snatch him free.

But Nyxara’s instincts won out. With a guttural snarl, she snapped her paws up, grabbing his head firmly.
“Oh no you don’t!”

With a vicious shove she forced him back inside, her throat bulging as his wings folded and his cries muffled in her gullet.

GLK! GLK!

Two powerful gulps sealed his fate, the outline sliding down her neck, vanishing beneath the fur of her chest until the struggling lump settled deep inside her swollen belly.

She exhaled a sharp breath through her nose, licking her lips before giving her gut a heavy, satisfied pat. The mound inside thrashed, making her stomach bounce and gurgle wetly.

“Not… going anywhere,” she purred darkly, locking eyes with the stunned explorers.

Fennekin froze, horrified. “N-no… Pikipek!”
Froakie’s fists clenched, trembling with anger. “You monster…”

Nyxara tilted her head, her playful grin slinking back onto her face. “Monster? Mmm, maybe.” She rubbed her belly in slow, taunting circles as muffled cries and gurgles emanated from within. “But a very well-fed one.”

She winked. “And soon, I’ll have two more inside~.”

Nyxara’s grin widened, her tail lashing with amusement. “Alright, little rookies… playtime is over.”

In the blink of an eye she vanished, her form blurring as Agility kicked in. The air seemed to shift around them, faint pawsteps echoing left and right, circling like a predator toying with its prey.

Froakie’s eyes darted nervously. “Wh-where is she!?”

“Right here,” Nyxara’s voice purred—just before her body slammed into his side with a sharp U-turn, knocking him into a tree.

Fennekin barely had time to cry out before the grass-type pounced again, her playful yet brutal Play Rough battering her into the dirt. Froakie tried to counter with a Water Pulse, but Nyxara was already whirling in the air, scattering mud with a sharp Mud-Slap that left him blinking through the grit.

“Too slow!” she sang mockingly, spinning into Acrobatics that sent Froakie tumbling back on his belly.

Froakie groaned. “Ghh—she’s… way too fast!”

“Aw, don’t pout, froggy,” Nyxara teased, voice dripping with false sympathy. “I’m just warming up.”

Her eyes flashed as she vanished again, striking Fennekin with a vicious Sucker Punch the instant the fire-type tried to attack. A dark shimmer rippled through her claws as Shadow Claw followed, slashing across the ground near their paws.

Fennekin gasped and stumbled back, but Nyxara didn’t let her breathe. She zipped forward one last time, ramming them both with Quick Attack, knocking the wind from their lungs.

The forest went still again, save for the explorers’ heavy panting. They collapsed onto their backs, gasping for air, too beaten to rise.

Nyxara landed lightly, her smirk never fading. She sauntered closer, tail swishing lazily. “Well, that was fun… but you two didn’t last long at all. Bit disappointing, really.”

Before they could react, she hopped backward, turning her body midair before dropping herself squarely onto Fennekin’s chest with a playful bounce.

“OOF!” the fire-type wheezed, struggling under her pudgy weight.

Nyxara giggled, settling in comfortably. She crossed her forepaws in front of her chest, chin tilting smugly as she gazed down at them both. “Mmm, now this is nice. You know, I think you make a much better cushion than an explorer.”

Her belly gave a loud gloooorp, drawing her gaze downward. Pikipek’s muffled cries vibrated faintly from within, making the bulge shift and squirm. Nyxara arched a brow, lips curling into a sly grin.

“Oh hush in there. Don’t get jealous,” she teased, patting her stomach lightly.

Suddenly, her middle convulsed, the walls tightening around Pikipek’s struggling form. With a wet, squelchy PLOP, he was forced deeper, the stomach itself greedily tugging him back into place. Nyxara’s middle jiggled and bounced for a few seconds before settling, the restless squirming quieted to faint, muffled movements.

“Mmm~ there we go. Much better.” She gave a satisfied sigh, eyes half-lidded as her tail flicked lazily behind her.

Fennekin, pinned beneath her chest, snarled furiously and squirmed. “Get your fat ass off me right now!” She pushed at Nyxara’s thighs, but the feline hardly budged.

Nyxara looked down at her with mock surprise. “Oh? A threat? Even now?”

“Do it or else!” Fennekin barked, her cheeks puffing in defiance.

Nyxara hummed thoughtfully, tapping her chin with one paw. “Mmmm… let me think about that…” She paused, pretending to weigh her options. Froakie watched anxiously, still too battered to stand.

Finally, Nyxara waved a paw dismissively, flashing her sharp grin. “Nah. You’re way too comfy.”

She shifted her weight deliberately, making Fennekin grunt in protest. “Besides,” she added with a playful flick of her ears, “after a workout like that, I deserve a nice seat. Don’t you agree?”

Fennekin growled, thrashing helplessly. “I-I’ll… I’ll bite you if I have to!”

Nyxara leaned closer, her grin widening as her green eyes gleamed mischievously. “Oh, please do. I’d love to see you try.”

Her belly rumbled loudly again, as if laughing with her.

Nyxara gave a long, satisfied sigh, tail curling lazily behind her as she sat heavier on Fennekin’s chest. The fire-type groaned and pushed at her, but Nyxara only smirked and leaned in close, her eyes glimmering with mischief.

Then, almost out of nowhere, she began to hum—soft at first, almost like a lullaby. She tapped her paw against her own chest in rhythm, her body rocking lightly as if keeping time to music only she could hear.

Her humming shifted into words, sweet and mocking at once:

🎵 “I ate a little birdie, snug inside my tummy~
He squirms and squirms, but he belongs to me~” 🎵

Her belly answered her taunt with a glorrrp, and Nyxara giggled, giving it a proud rub. She rolled her hips teasingly against Fennekin, pressing down harder to the beat.

🎵 “Froakie and Fenekin tried to save him, oh they really fought,
But I knocked them down so easy—guess I’m stronger than I thought~” 🎵

Froakie winced at the jab, groaning as he tried to push himself up, only to collapse again, his chest heaving.

Nyxara wiggled on her “seat” and flicked her ears with mock sweetness. Her tail swished like a metronome as she swayed in rhythm.

🎵 “He almost slipped away, when Dig struck hard and true,
Halfway out my gullet—oh, what a view~
But I grabbed him back with one big gulp and grin,
Now he’s mine forever, wriggling deep within~” 🎵

🎵 “And Fennekin, dear cushion, under me you stay,
You’re softer than a pillow—don’t squirm, you’ll ruin my play~” 🎵

“Y-you’re insane!” Fennekin spat, straining under her.

Nyxara ignored the protest, pressing her forepaws dramatically over her chest as though belting a stage ballad.

🎵 “But oh, what fun it’d be, to eat you too, my dear,
To feel you join the birdie, where the world can’t hear~” 🎵

Her belly gave another greedy slorp, and she smirked, glancing down at the bulge Pikipek made inside.

🎵 “Imagine what you’d add, a little weight, a little flair,
I’d jiggle when I’m walking—don’t you think I’d wear it well? Oh, I swear~” 🎵

She pressed down harder, grinding her pudgy hips against Fennekin’s chest until the fire-type wheezed, teeth grit in rage and fear. Froakie tried to stand again, croaking her name desperately, but the feline only winked at him, still swaying to her tune.

🎵 “So thank you, little rookies, for giving me this feast,
I’ll sing and dance and play… until you’re gone at least~” 🎵

Her voice trailed into a playful hum, her paw tapping her belly in time with her tail swish, the sound of gurgles and groans from inside providing her accompaniment.

Nyxara turned her head and looked at Fennekin. Her grin stretched ear to ear.
“Oh, I could keep this up all day. What do you think, sweetheart? Should I make you part of the encore?”

Her belly gave a wet glorp as if agreeing.

Nyxara turned again with deliberate flair, her fluffy tail swishing side to side before she smirked and slapped Fennekin’s face playfully with it. The fire-type growled in frustration, her eyes narrowing, but Nyxara only rose her chin proudly, eyelids drifting closed as though she were basking in victory. She crossed her forepaws firmly in front of her chest, every bit the smug performer.

Her pudgy frame bounced slightly as Fennekin pushed and squirmed beneath her, trying with all her strength to shove the grass-type off. Nyxara’s eyes cracked open and she raised a brow, feigning curiosity, a chuckle spilling from her lips.
“Ohhh? Is that progress I’m feeling?” she teased, letting the words hang in the air.

For a moment, she even shifted just a little, her rump wobbling as Fennekin strained with a spark of hope. But it didn’t last. Within seconds the fire-type’s strength gave out, her forelegs trembling before collapsing uselessly to the ground.

PLOP!

Nyxara landed heavily back on her with a victorious bounce, her grin sharp and her eyes glittering with amusement. She gave a mocking snicker.
“Whoops, false alarm.”

Fennekin’s ears pinned back as she snarled through her teeth, fury blazing in her gaze. Without warning, she lunged forward and sank her teeth hard into Nyxara’s thigh.

“YEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOWWWW!!” Nyxara shrieked, her voice ringing loud and high as her eyes bulged. She hopped off instinctively, paws flailing in surprise, and Fennekin rolled free from beneath her at last, panting hard but defiant.

The Sprigatito hissed as she landed back on her feet, immediately rubbing the sore spot on her thigh with one paw. She bared her teeth, her tail lashing like a whip, glaring daggers at the fire-type.

“Ohhh, you are going to pay for that,” she spat, her voice dropping into a low growl, the playful musical tone gone and replaced with venom.

Nyxara’s hiss deepened into a guttural growl, her fur puffing up slightly as she crouched low, her eyes flashing. She rubbed her sore thigh once more before flexing her claws against the dirt, her tail lashing violently behind her.
“You’re finished,” she snarled, preparing herself to retaliate, every muscle in her frame coiled like a spring.

But before she could lunge, a weak yet determined voice cut through the air.
“Not… yet!” Froakie cried, forcing himself shakily to his feet, his body battered and panting heavily. His eyes narrowed with one last surge of resolve as he formed a trembling sphere of swirling water between his webbed hands. With a desperate cry, he hurled the Water Pulse straight toward Nyxara.

The grass-type’s ears perked, catching the hiss of the projectile slicing through the air. Her gaze darted to the attack, and with a sudden leap to the side, she dodged it cleanly, her paws landing with feline grace. Her smirk grew—until a sharp yelp made her glance over her shoulder.

Unluckily for Fennekin, she had been right in the projectile’s trajectory. The water sphere struck her squarely, knocking her back with a splash of droplets as steam hissed from her dampened fur.

“AAAHH!” she cried, collapsing to the ground, her flank heaving as her body trembled from the impact.

Froakie’s eyes widened in horror, his throat tightening. “F-Fennekin! I—I’m sorry! I didn’t mean—!” he stammered, rushing toward her a step before faltering, his knees threatening to give out.

Nyxara’s smirk only widened at the sight, her tail swaying as a mischievous purr rumbled from her chest. She turned her head and shook her rump mockingly, eyes glinting with cruel amusement.

“Wowww,” she sang in a teasing tone, “that was a nice shot. Thank you for retaliating for me.”

Froakie’s jaw clenched, guilt twisting in his gut as he walked slowly and lowered himself protectively over Fennekin. But the grass-type was already on the move.

Nyxara leapt high into the air, her belly bouncing softly with the motion as she called upon her power. Seeds swirled around her before raining down in a sudden storm.
“Seed Bomb!” she announced with gleeful finality.

The projectiles exploded against the ground, colliding hard with both explorers.
“GUH!” Froakie gasped as the impact blasted him back, his body hitting the dirt.
“N-no—!” Fennekin cried before collapsing, the last of her strength drained.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the two explorers lay motionless, their chests rising and falling in shallow, labored breaths, completely unable to keep battling.

Nyxara landed gracefully, the impact soft, her paws barely stirring the dirt. She licked the back of her paw with slow, deliberate elegance, her eyes glittering with smug satisfaction.
“Mmm… and that’s that,” she purred, swiping her tongue between her claws before glancing at her belly with a subtle smirk.

Nyxara lowered her paw from her lips, letting a low purr roll out of her chest as she began to circle the fallen explorers. Her paws pressed lightly into the dirt, her tail flicking lazily behind her, pink eyes glowing with a predatory gleam. She licked her lips slowly, deliberately, her tongue dragging across the corner of her muzzle as her stomach gave a loud, eager grumble.

The sound wasn’t just her belly—it was joined by muffled cries, faint and panicked, echoing from deep inside. Pikipek’s voice was garbled but audible, his small form pressing against the inside of her stomach. Bulges writhed along her middle, the movements making her soft, pudgy belly ripple and bounce in little waves as though it were alive.

Froakie and Fennekin’s eyes widened in horror, their bodies stiff as the sight hammered into them the grim reality of where their friend was. They trembled, the fire-type’s tail twitching with nerves while Froakie’s legs threatened to buckle.

Nyxara’s grin only grew at their fear. She made a slow turn, finally coming to a stop in front of them. With deliberate poise, she sat down heavily, her weight settling into the earth with a soft thud. Her belly swayed with the motion before she pressed both forepaws against it, rubbing slow, lazy circles across its curvature. Each rub made it gurgle louder, the faint outline of Pikipek shifting with a desperate flutter that only made Nyxara chuckle.

“Mmm~…” she cooed in a sing-song tone, lowering her chin slightly as her voice dripped with mock sweetness. “Look at you two. Exhausted. Helpless. And your little friend here already making himself quite at home.” She gave her belly a gentle pat, smirking as it sloshed faintly and Pikipek’s muffled protest vibrated inside.

Her playful gaze flicked between Froakie and Fennekin, studying them as though weighing options on a menu. She tilted her head one way, then the other, rubbing her chin with a paw as though deep in thought.
“Hmm… I can’t quite decide which of you should be first.” Her smirk sharpened, her paw gliding across her belly once more. “But I do know this—” she leaned in closer, her voice dropping into a hungry purr, “both of you are going to be sliding down my throat and joining your dear Pikipek in a matter of minutes.”

Fennekin’s ears pinned back against her skull, her eyes wide with terror. “Y-you wouldn’t—!” she stammered, her voice cracking.
Froakie shuffled back a step despite his trembling legs, his throat dry. “S-stay away from us…” he croaked, though his voice lacked conviction.

Nyxara giggled, the sound light and musical, her whiskers twitching as she pressed a paw against her chest dramatically. “Ohhh, but I would.” She leaned back slightly, puffing her chest and giving them a playful wink. “I’ll definitely be able to fit you both. After all…”—her grin widened, teeth glinting—“I’m bigger than an average little Sprigatito.”

Her stomach growled loudly in agreement, making both explorers flinch as they glanced nervously at the churning, restless gut that had already claimed their friend.

Nyxara simply purred, rubbing her belly once more, savoring the sight of their fear.

Nyxara’s eyes danced mischievously as she began pointing her paw back and forth between the two explorers like a game of “eeny-meeny-miny-moe.” Each time she shifted, both Froakie and Fennekin tensed up, their breaths hitching as though their lives truly balanced on the motion of her paw. Finally, her paw stopped in front of Froakie.

“Hmm~… you,” she purred, her lips curling into a wide, toothy grin.

Before Froakie could even react, Nyxara leaned forward, snapping her jaws around his arm—not hard enough to hurt, but with enough force to yank him off balance. With a quick, almost playful toss of her head, she flung him into the air like a toy, the frog Pokémon giving a startled cry as his body hit the ground with a dull thud. He landed flat on his back, the wind knocked out of him, groaning weakly.

Behind Nyxara, Fennekin’s voice cracked through the air, desperate and trembling with fear. “Stop! P-please, Nyxara, stop! Let Pikipek go!” Tears welled up in her eyes, streaming down her muzzle as she stumbled a step forward. Her voice shook, but it carried a raw, pleading edge. “He doesn’t deserve this… none of us do!”

Nyxara turned her head just enough to glance over her shoulder at the fire-type. Her grin softened into something calmer, but far crueler—an assured, smug smile. “Ohhh, I’m afraid that’s not possible,” she said smoothly, her voice like honey dripping with malice. She even gave her belly a little pat for emphasis, Pikipek’s muffled protests sounding in response. “I’m starving. And you two…”—her eyes gleamed as she licked her lips slowly—“are next on my menu.”

With that, she resumed her casual strut toward Froakie, her paws pressing into the dirt with deliberate steps. The poor frog was now on his belly, groaning as he tried to push himself up, but his strength was gone—his limbs shook with the effort and collapsed under him. He was too worn out to fight back, too tired to even crawl away. His chest heaved with labored breaths as he lay there helpless.

Nyxara stopped just in front of him, her tail swaying side to side in a playful wag, the movement almost catlike as if she were toying with prey. She lowered her head, her hot breath fanning over the back of Froakie’s neck, and let her tongue swipe slowly across her lips. A thin strand of drool dangled from her mouth before dropping onto Froakie’s head with a wet plop. He froze in terror, his body trembling under her shadow.

“Mmm… you’re going feet first,” Nyxara teased with a sing-song tone. She circled behind him, her pawsteps slow and exaggerated, making sure Fennekin could see every deliberate motion. Her eyes glimmered with hunger as she sat back on her haunches behind Froakie, her paws stretching forward with a languid, taunting slowness.

She grasped his ankles one by one, her grip firm but unhurried, letting her claws barely press into his skin just enough to make him shiver. Froakie whimpered weakly, his arms twitching but unable to push himself forward. Nyxara’s grin widened at his helplessness.

Then, without rushing, she leaned forward, opening her jaws wide. Her tongue lolled out for a moment, glistening with saliva, before she teasingly poked at Froakie’s webbed feet with its tip. She gave a playful flick, then another, humming softly as if enjoying a treat before the main course.

Froakie squeezed his eyes shut, his breath shaky. Fennekin’s horrified cry echoed from behind: “No! Don’t do it! Please!”

Nyxara chuckled, her breath warm against Froakie’s legs, her tongue still flicking over his toes. “Ohhh, I will,” she cooed, her tone mocking yet oddly affectionate, as if savoring the moment. “Don’t worry, Froakie… I’ll make sure you keep your friend company nice and soon.”

Her jaws stretched wider, glistening in the dim light, ready to claim her struggling prey.

Nyxara shifted herself into position, her tail swaying lazily as she lifted Froakie’s ankles higher and brought them closer to her parted lips. Her pink eyes locked on him with a predatory glint, and her voice slipped out in a mockingly gentle purr.

“Feet first… just as promised~. Don’t worry, Froakie… you’ll slide in nice and easy.”

Her lips closed slowly around his toes, soft at first, as though she were savoring a delicate fruit. She gave a slow, almost playful chew, her teeth grazing just enough to make Froakie’s body shiver violently. The frog Pokémon let out a choked whimper, the sensation of her tongue wrapping around his feet leaving him paralyzed with terror.

“P-please… don’t…” Froakie begged weakly, his voice trembling as he tried to kick, but her grip was firm. “F-Fennekin, h-help…!”

Fennekin, still pinned to the ground with exhaustion, struggled to rise. Her legs shook as she forced herself up, eyes glistening with desperation. “Nyxara, stop it! Let him go right now!” she cried, her voice cracking. Tears clung to her lashes as she clawed at the dirt, trying to crawl closer. “Please, I’ll do anything, just don’t eat him!”

Nyxara’s purr deepened as she let out a loud gulp, her throat working powerfully. Froakie gasped as the lower part of his legs sank into her mouth, his skin slickened by her saliva. Her tongue eagerly coiled over them, bathing him in warmth as she slurped him deeper.

“Mmmmhhh~…” she moaned between gulps, her cheeks puffing slightly before her throat swallowed again. A visible bulge pushed down her neck, sending shivers through her body. She pressed a paw against her chest, her grin never fading. “Ahhh… delicious. You taste even better than I imagined, Froakie~.”

Inside, Froakie’s legs were squeezed by the tight walls of her gullet, every gulp pulling him further down. He let out a panicked cry and dug his claws desperately into the earth, sinking his hands into the soil, clinging with all his strength. Dirt scattered under his frantic scrapes, his arms shaking as he cried out. “I-I won’t… I won’t let you—!”

But Nyxara’s next gulp was stronger, her throat muscles dragging him forward. The pull was merciless, and Froakie’s hands left deep marks in the ground as he was yanked further into her jaws.

“Whoops~,” Nyxara cooed, chuckling darkly as she paused to lick her lips, savoring his taste. “Looks like you lost your grip there, froggy. Not that it matters—you were mine the moment I pointed at you.” She gave another slurp and dragged him up to his thighs, her tail flicking behind her like a metronome.

“NO! Froakie!!” Fennekin screamed, pushing herself forward with her last ounce of strength, only to collapse again. Her paws dug uselessly at the dirt as tears streamed down her cheeks. “Nyxara, stop this! He’s my friend! He doesn’t deserve—”

“Friend?” Nyxara interrupted with a laugh, glancing at her with narrowed, mischievous eyes. “Oh, Fennekin, don’t be silly. He may be your friend, but he tastes so good.” She pressed her lips tighter around Froakie’s thighs and let out another deep gulp, her neck bulging again as she worked him deeper inside.

From within Nyxara’s belly, Pikipek’s muffled voice rang out, urgent and furious. “Froakie! I’m here! Don’t give up—kick, push, fight her!!” His small body thrashed inside, bulges pressing outward on the grass-type’s belly in a desperate attempt to make room.

The sensation made Nyxara giggle, a throaty, vibrating sound that echoed from her chest. “Oooohhh—heheheh, Pikipek, you wriggle so much in there. Are you trying to help your friend?” She rubbed her belly in a slow circle, purring louder as Froakie’s lower body slid further down her throat. “Mmm, that only makes it more fun for me~. Keep struggling, little bird, it tickles.”

Froakie whimpered, kicking uselessly as his body was devoured inch by inch. His hands scrambled at the dirt again, leaving claw marks etched into the ground. “Fennekin… I-I can’t… I can’t get free…!” he cried, his voice breaking.

Fennekin’s eyes widened, her chest heaving as she screamed again. “Fight, Froakie, please! Don’t give up, you have to fight her!!” Her voice broke into sobs, but she still shouted through them. “I-I can’t lose you too!!”

Nyxara purred again, rolling her shoulders as she swallowed once more, the motion making her entire body bounce slightly. “Mmmhh… keep shouting, little fox. The more you beg, the sweeter this feels.” She flicked Froakie’s side teasingly with her tongue, savoring his salty, trembling skin. “Ahh, he’s sliding down so nicely… I think I’ll keep him close to Pikipek’s side. They’ll make such wonderful company together.”

Nyxara’s lips slid steadily up Froakie’s waist, her tongue swirling with a wet slurp across his back. Each gulp dragged him deeper, and every time her throat clenched around him he let out a desperate croak. What drew her attention most, however, were the faint bubbles that formed and fizzled on his slick skin as his water-type body reacted inside her maw.

“Ooohhh~…” she purred, her tail wagging excitedly. “You’re sparkling against my tongue, Froakie… all those bubbles on my chest and palate… ahhh, they’re delicious.” Her voice deepened into a moan as she gave an exaggerated lick up his back, the bubbles bursting against her taste buds. “Mmmmh~ you water-types are so tasty… I almost don’t want this to end.”

“STOP IT!!” Fennekin wailed, her body trembling violently. Tears streamed freely as she stumbled forward, her voice breaking with every syllable. “Please, Nyxara! I-I’m begging you! You don’t have to do this! Please, don’t take him too!!”

But Nyxara didn’t even glance at her. She shut her eyes, savoring the taste, her purr rumbling deep as she ignored the fox’s screams. Froakie, meanwhile, clawed weakly at her tongue, his strength failing him more with every passing second.

“F-Fennekin…” he gasped, his voice muffled as his chest pressed into the wet curve of her tongue. “I… I’m sorry…”

Nyxara tilted her head back slowly, lowering Froakie so that his head now rested inside her jaws. She deliberately kept her mouth wide open, letting her prey breathe his final words while her hot breath washed over him. Saliva dripped down his cheeks and onto the ground below as she chuckled smugly.

“There now… I’ll give you a moment,” she cooed, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. Her glowing eyes turned toward Fennekin, who was frozen in horror. “Say your goodbyes, little fox. He won’t be around much longer~.”

Froakie’s eyes, wide and glassy, locked on his friend as tears pooled at their corners. “Fennekin… don’t… don’t let her…” His words cut off in a sob, his chest heaving. “I’m… sorry I couldn’t… protect you…”

“FROAKIE!!!” Fennekin screamed, her voice raw and breaking, paw outstretched toward him though she was far too weak to move.

Nyxara smirked, her tongue giving him one last teasing push. His head slid across her slick tongue as she closed her jaws around him. Only his snout and lips stuck out between her teeth, quivering with muffled cries.

“Oh, no no~…” she purred playfully, giving a dramatic slurp. “We can’t leave anything behind.”

With a single powerful shlrrrp, she pulled his mouth into hers, sealing him completely inside. Her throat swelled with the massive bulge of his head, and with one long, loud GUULLLP it sank down in a rippling wave.

GLOOORRK!

The lump traveled visibly down her neck, sliding beneath her collarbone until it disappeared into the swell of her belly.

Bwooomp!

Nyxara’s stomach lurched outward in an instant, Froakie crashing inside with a heavy bounce. The weight made her frame dip, her belly dragging low enough to brush against the grass. For a few seconds it bounced, jiggled, and sloshed loudly as Froakie’s form thrashed against the bird Pokémon already inside. The noise of shifting fluids and desperate muffled cries filled the air.

Nyxara let her eyes flutter shut, her chest rising with a blissful sigh. She sat back on her haunches, both paws pressing firmly into the round, squirming dome of her gut. Her claws traced lazy circles over the taut surface, purring as it bulged and shifted with futile movements.

“Mmmmmm~…” she moaned, licking her lips slowly, savoring the lingering taste on her tongue. Her belly gurgled beneath her paws, a wet churn mixing with the muffled voices inside. “Tasty. Just as I thought~.”

Fennekin’s eyes widened, her whole body shaking. She collapsed to her knees, tears streaming so hard she could barely breathe. “No… n-no… you didn’t… Froakie… Pikipek…” Her sobs echoed as she pressed her paws to her face, unable to stop crying.

Nyxara rose gracefully to her feet, her movements making the belly sway and jiggle. The sheer size of it nearly reached the ground, the blades of grass tickling against her underside as she walked. Her prey’s voices still cried and thudded from within, though muffled by the gurgling chamber that claimed them. She gave her side an affectionate pat and grinned, her fangs gleaming.

“Ahhh… a full belly at last~,” she murmured, tail wagging smugly behind her.

Nyxara padded forward with deliberate slowness, her paws sinking softly into the grass. With every step, her swollen belly swayed heavily from side to side, gurgles echoing from deep inside. Froakie and Pikipek’s muffled voices rose in weak cries, their movements pressing bulges against the taut surface of her gut — fleeting outlines of wings, webbed hands, and faces appeared, only to vanish with each shift.

The Sprigatito’s tail wagged lazily, and she gave her hips a playful shake, rump swaying as she purred with amusement at the terrified fox in front of her. Fennekin tried to stand, her legs trembling violently, but her body gave out again and she collapsed to the ground with a helpless whimper.

Nyxara finally stopped, sitting gracefully right before her prey, belly settling heavily on the grass with a wet glorp. She tilted her head slightly, a smug grin curving her lips as her glowing eyes locked with Fennekin’s wide, tear-filled gaze.

“Well, well…” she cooed, voice dripping with amusement. “Look at you now. Shaking… crying… too weak to even stand. Not so brave anymore, hmm?”

Fennekin whimpered, pressing her ears back. “P-please… Nyxara, don’t… don’t do this…”

The Sprigatito chuckled, lifting a paw to rub slow circles on her rounded middle, savoring the muffled struggles within. Then her grin sharpened into something more predatory, her voice carrying a playful growl.

“You know what I think, little fox?” Nyxara leaned forward, her whiskers brushing just inches from Fennekin’s snout. “I think you’re about to regret biting me… and calling me fat while giggling with Froakie earlier.”

Fennekin’s eyes widened even more, tears spilling freely. “I-I didn’t mean it… I-I was just—”

“Fat?” Nyxara interrupted, tail flicking as she raised her chin with mock pride. “Oh no, no, no. I’m not fat. I’m thick. There’s a big difference.” She smirked, licking her lips slowly. “A difference you’re about to learn firsthand.”

Suddenly, the belly beneath her paw surged outward — Froakie’s face pressed against the skin, eyes bulging, while Pikipek’s wings flared in a desperate flap that left their imprints on the curve. Both voices cried out muffled pleas.

Fennekin gasped, reaching a trembling paw toward the grotesque sight of her friends’ distorted shapes. “F-Froakie! Pikipek!”

Nyxara merely looked down with feigned innocence, then raised her paw and gave her gut a firm slap.

BWOOMPH!

The sound echoed as the bulges vanished, both captives shoved back into the depths with a splash. Nyxara giggled, the motion of her belly sending ripples across its surface.

“Ohhh, don’t worry~,” she sang, wagging her tail teasingly. “They’re not alone. And they won’t be for long.” Her eyes narrowed, glowing with cruel delight as she leaned in closer to the trembling fox. “Because you, my dear Fennekin… will be joining them very soon.”

She licked her lips with an audible slrrrp, letting a bead of drool hang from her fangs as her stomach let out a long, greedy GUUURGLE.

Nyxara leaned closer and closer, her grin widening until the tips of her whiskers brushed Fennekin’s trembling snout. Their noses were almost touching, the Sprigatito’s glowing eyes narrowed in delight at the fox’s paralyzing fear.

But then her expression shifted—her cheeks ballooned outward as her lips quivered.

“BRRRRRUUUUUUOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUURRRRAAAAAAAAARRRRRPPPPP!!”

The monstrous belch tore out of Nyxara’s throat, rattling the air like a thunderclap. It blasted straight into Fennekin’s face for several long, humiliating seconds. The rush of hot, foul air pushed back the fox’s head-fur like a gust of wind, while flecks of saliva splattered across her cheeks. Feathers from Pikipek and iridescent bubbles from Froakie burst out with the wave, sticking damply to Fennekin’s fur.

“U-ugh!” Fennekin gagged, squeezing her eyes shut, her ears flattening as she reeled from the revolting spray. Her whole body quivered, caught between disgust and terror.

Finally, Nyxara’s cheeks deflated with a satisfied sigh as she closed her jaws. She smacked her lips once, then smiled sweetly, as though she’d just finished a polite meal instead of defiling her prey’s dignity.

“Mmm…” she purred, rubbing her paw in slow circles on her belly, which answered with a deep glrrrk. “That feels so much better. Much less bloated.” She tilted her head coyly, her fangs peeking from the grin. “But don’t think for a second that means I’m any less hungry.”

Her eyes glowed brighter as she fixed them on Fennekin, who froze stiff, tears gathering as her blood seemed to turn to ice in her veins. Every instinct screamed at her to run, but her body wouldn’t obey.

Nyxara chuckled low in her throat, her tail flicking lazily from side to side, her swollen gut still swaying with muffled squirms beneath the fur. “You smell that, little fox? That’s the scent of feathers and bubbles clinging to you now… your friends left their mark. And soon…” she leaned forward again, opening her maw just enough for a trickle of drool to slide from her tongue and drip onto the grass between them, “you’ll be leaving yours… inside me.”

Her belly rumbled loudly, as if agreeing with her, the sound shaking the grass around them.

Nyxara tilted her head at the trembling fox, lips curling into a sly grin.
“Oh, no no no…” she purred, her voice dripping with mischief. “I’m not done teasing you yet. You bit me, remember? And called me fat.” She narrowed her glowing eyes and let her claws flex. “That means you still need to be punished.”

With a smooth motion, the Sprigatito rose to her feet and padded forward, her heavy, churning belly swaying from side to side with each step. Fennekin squeaked in fright and tried to scoot back, but her limbs were too weak to carry her. Before she could even crawl away, Nyxara lifted herself up and dropped down onto her, pinning the fox flat against the grass with the full weight of her swollen gut.

“Mmhhh~” Nyxara hummed in satisfaction as Fennekin let out a muffled whimper beneath her. The fox’s tiny paws strained desperately against the rolling dome of fur and flesh, but every push only made the great belly slosh with a wet chorus. Inside, Froakie and Pikipek shifted with the pressure, their muffled voices blending with the deep churns of the stomach.

Fennekin’s ears drooped as she realized—she was so close she could hear her friends inside, struggling only a paw’s breadth away.

Nyxara giggled and looked down at her, eyes half-lidded with delight.
“Oooh, you’re giving me rubs already? How sweet~” She shifted her hips slightly, rocking her belly over the pinned fox. “Mmm… you’re amazing at this. If you squirm this much once you’re in here…” she patted her own side, “I’ll be one very happy kitty.”

To emphasize her words, Nyxara bounced her frame a few times, making her belly jiggle violently and press down harder. Fennekin let out a muffled cry, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes as she pawed uselessly at the ground. Inside, Froakie slammed against the stomach wall, and Pikipek screeched faintly, their bulges pressing out against Nyxara’s sides only to be forced back by the bouncing.

“Ehehehe…” Nyxara wagged her tail high, shaking her rump proudly like she was showing off. “Oh, listen to them! So close… and you can’t even help them. Poor little fox.”

Fennekin whimpered louder, voice breaking as she begged:
“P-please… please, let them go… don’t do this…”

Nyxara tilted her head, lifted one paw, and pressed it daintily against her own cheek as if she were pondering the request. Her grin only widened.

“Aww, how precious. But no, little snack. I can’t do that.” She lowered her face closer, purring softly. “They’re already mine. And soon…”

Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper, her tail swishing lazily.
“…you’ll be mine too.”

The grass-type pressed herself down harder, her stomach flattening the fox beneath her as muffled voices and wet glrrkls surrounded her. Fennekin’s eyes widened in despair as Nyxara giggled again.

“You know,” the feline said, tapping her paw against her chin as if thinking deeply, “you should actually feel honored. Because before long… you, Froakie, and Pikipek will all be the same thing.”

Her grin stretched ear to ear as she raised her rump and let it drop with a heavy bounce, forcing a squeak out of the pinned fox. “Squishy fat on my rump.”

Nyxara winked one eye and wagged her tail with a smug flick. “And that’s a big difference from fat. Don’t forget it.”