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Again she has failed her trainer by fainting and the opponent winning. Malva wasn't pleased by this at all and the Pyroar was tired out.

This was the fourth defeat and Malva was very annoyed that she had to allow them to pass. The Water-Types always seem to get her Pyroar the most. She had made a time to teach her Pokemon better moves or at least get the current moves stronger as well as level.

It was mid-day in Autumn, finally she had some time for a break since not many trainers challenge the Elite Four at this time. Now's a good a time as any. The rest of her team were in top shape. It was only the Lion-Type that had some trouble.

So she left her other three with Driantha for today. Letting them do what they wanted. Driantha was fine with it and waved her off, wishing her the best of luck. Not that she needed it.

They travelled too Route 21. A good place to train with 50+ level wild Pokemon. And some new TMs she had brought. Some Floatzel were here, which was perfect. And she let out her Pyroar.

There she stood, long mane shimmering in the sun. Cream paws with sharp claws hidden. Brown fur, soft as a newborn Litleo cub. Her blue eyes observing the area and her nose taking in the flower scent of the route. It was new to her, having rarely come here unless in Spring. The scents change it seems. Her ear flicks at the rustling of something in the tall flowers.

"We are to train hard and make sure they don't defeat us as easily! Okay?" Malva's loud voice shook Pyroar from her observation and she nods her head. And she follows her trainer into the flower beds of Red and Purple.

And after a few minutes of searching. There was the first wild Pokemon. A very annoyed Ursaring that they had disturbed. The roar it gave off proved that it was grumpy but it didn't stop them.

"Hyper Voice! Now!" Malva commanded and Pyroar let out a roar which sent the Ursaring back, holding it's ears at the sound. But it charged and Slashes Pyroar, who cried out and hissed at the Bear.

"Use... Flamethrower!"

She breathes in before shooting out a flame and the Ursaring was hit. After the flame dissipated. The Bear-type was standing, some bits of fur blackened and it coughs out some smoke before falling on it's back, swirls in it's eyes.

Pyroar lets out a happy roar. First of many defeats. She was pleased to level up and become stronger for Malva.

It was the third defeat did she begin to feel some hunger get to her. Stomach growling some for some meat. She was learning Payback and Dig as her new moves. Seeing if it will help aid in victory over Water-types.

"Dig!" She dug under ground, right under the wild Floatzel who looked around, trying to figure out where the lion went. And suddenly it was hit from under it's paws by the large predatory and sent flying and hitting the grass hard, kicking up some dust and blades of grass. It tries to turn itself over but was hit again with Flamethrower. Sure it wasn't very effective, but with it's HP so low from Dig, it couldn't handle it and fainted.

Fourth defeat and she looked at Malva, hoping to hear that they were taking a break. Nope. Instead. "Get that Altaria!" She was confused. Was training all on her mind?! Well, surely after this, they could have a bit of a break.

One Wild Charges and an attempt at Payback later. "Lets go get another!"

Pyroar thought this was getting ridiculous. And not to mention, her stomach was getting hungrier and that added to her annoyance. She did it one more time.. And sure enough. It didn't stop. Malva wanted more and all Pyroar got was Ethers for her PP.

Now she had enough of this. She growled as she started to ignore Malva, but it didn't help. She was starving now and would take anything now. She'd eat her own trainer if she could--

Wait

.. Eat her own trainer?

Did that just come to her mind? She began to think about it and it began to slowly sound better. I mean, she would have a full belly and not deal with being over-trained like this. It was also a challenge in a way. Could she do it? Fit a full grown human into her body? It was worth a try, right?

And no other trainer was around to stop Pyroar. Plus they were surrounded by tall flowers. Unseen, no one could see what she was doing. This was like the perfect plan. But the question remained. Can she do it?

The Scyther was down and out from the Payback attack and she knew all to well it would be another walk until they run into another Pokemon.

Another Floatzel showed itself. And this time. Malva ordered Pyroar to use Payback.

And she used it.. only not the way Malva was expecting, nor the Floatzel for that matter.

The Lioness turned on her own trainer and jumped upon her, all 179 lbs forcing Malva down. "Wh-what are you doing, Py?!" She asked in confusion and she soon received her answer when she saw the maw of her Pokemon open to reveal the sharp teeth and pink insides. The tongue licking over her face and removing the shades. At first, she thought it was just a happy lick.

Pyroar's tongue licked over her trainer's face slowly, removing the shades and spitting them out somewhere nearby. The taste buds sang with the new flavor. Human flavor was always tasty to her, even as a cub. She was a predator in the end. The stomach growled louder as she licks. And finally her maw opens wider, impossibly at this point and she took in the head of her trainer into her mouth, where her saliva matted down her pink hair. And she forced her head deeper before swallowing.

This is where it got tough. Malva now realized how much danger she was in. Her head was in the maw of her own Pyroar! And it had swallowed her head! She struggled now against the cat. Trying everything to get her off and force her head out. She even reached for her belt before realizing regretfully that she left her other Pokemon with Driantha. No! She kicked hard and tried to scream. Her voice was muffled though by the muscle and skin of Pyroar though.

Trainers would pass sometimes and got dangerously close to where Pyroar was, but never had they saw the scene. Pyroar was also having trouble swallowing. The thrashing was hard and hurt her. She'd be sore after this, but she wasn't about to let this meal go. This was what happens when trainers don't feed their Pokemon or give them a break during training. Payback.

Another strained swallow and she started to get over her shoulders. If she could manage to get to where her arms can be pinned. Then maybe she could have a better chance. Her throat bulged with a slight face imprint. Working over the shoulders hurt and her throat and maw was straining to get the meal down. 'Just another swallow. Just another swallow.' She kept thinking to herself. Taking it slow. And hoping all the while no one would find her.

She thrashed in desperation as she felt herself slowly disappear into the heated throat of the Fire-Type. Her muffled cries had gone unheard but it didn't stop her. She kept screaming out for help and wouldn't dare allow her muscles to tire out. She tries to grab the front of her Pokemon and pull her head out but she was stuck. And the teeth came to touch at her outfit, warning her. Still she kept trying to get free. Slowly but surely though, her attempts were going to all be in vain.

The Lioness wasn't going to let this food go. Her trainer was her food now, her meal. That's all she thought of her as. Her jaws worked over her shoulders and down her chest and arms. Slowly, she began to rejoice that her trainer's arms were slowly pinned. She had to finally move some so her meal wasn't under her. It was easier than she first thought to pull her trainer. Perhaps an instinct and strength that her wild brethren did. She got her large meal in a better position. No more kicks at her stomach.

Malva was forced into movement and soon found herself lying on her front. She could only kick at the air and grab for the ground. Her attempts of being freed are all in vain. More and more of her was disappearing. Her arms finally pinned to their sides. It was dark, hot and wet inside the Fire-type. And she felt herself go through a tighter area and slowly into a bigger area. The stomach! She squirmed and kicked, screaming again. Voice cracking and hurting. Muscling burning in exhaustion. "Help!" She cried out. "Someone! Please"

The only ones that heard were some Pokemon that dared not help, mostly out of fear they'd be next on the menu.

The Fire-type felt her slip into her empty belly and murred in happiness at the feeling of her belly being full of meat. The legs kicked at the grass and air. Her stomach disappearing down the throat and slowly her waist followed. She was almost there. She finally stretched out her front paws and forced the long legs on the ground, keeping them there as she swallowed more over her rump.

She was tired, breathing in the hot air quickly. She was panicking but tired. She couldn't give up. There had to be some way, some hope. Something will come! Her legs were pinned down and trying to kick more only added some weight. Her legs were being swallowed up! And suddenly she felt herself get lifted up and to her horror, her legs were sliding into the maw quicker with the help of gravity.

Pyroar lifted herself up as well as the legs that remained. Her stomach showing and bulging out with her human meal. The legs kicked but it didn't slow the descent. The heels were the last and that disappeared into the maw and with a few final swallows. She was no more but Pokemon food.

She was finished. She knew it. But instinct drove her to fight. Causing the stomach to move and some hand prints to show. But all she got was a burp sound that took some air out of the stomach where she was forced into a fetal position. Still thrashing about.

She stood up more on her paws. Her belly sagging some with her meal. She never felt so full in all her life. She did it! She ate Malva. Her trainer! She felt so proud of herself. What was wrong with some pride. She got her food and no more orders and hard training for her. She walks and finds herself a shady tree with golden and red leaves to lay under, away from Trainers. She lays down, her body needing to rest. She was going to be sore after all the thrashing her food gave her.

Her blue eyes began to close and she began to ignore the continuous struggles within her stomach. Her tongue licked over her nose and along her chops, tasting the last bit of Malva. And she drifts off into a quick sleep.

Malva's struggles and hopes of being saved were all in vain. She lost this battle. And in a hour or so, she begin to feel her cloths begin to dessolve. She was being digested! Her struggles resumed and pleas that went unheard and unfelt by her Pokemon. Slowly her movements ceased and she was slowly digested into nutritious soup for the Fire-type's body.

All that was evident that she was on Route 21 was her red shades. Pyroar was never found and no one ever found Malva again.