Chapter 3

With an emolga, two pikachu, and an entire lumineon squared away in her now-churning guts, Amber found herself quite invigorated. She usually got sleepy after big meals, but she didn’t feel the urge to coil up and take a nap. Instead, she was positively brimming with energy.

Itching to move, to do something, Amber decided to see what else this facility had to offer.

She picked up the brochure on the kitchen counter, which had been neatly set next to the bowl where she met Appy. Amber hummed as she flipped through the three pages—light on text, heavy on pictures—with her vines. Aside from premium live meals, the other important amenities she noticed were as follows; a high-class dining hall, ballroom dancing, massages, and even a spa were all advertised. It was like a vacation to a fancy retreat back home. Well, discounting all the legal murder.

“A spa sounds nice,” she mused. “When was the last time I’ve gotten a massage, or taken a nice, hot dip?”

All expenses were paid in advance at the behest of Avala. The ninetales insisted she need not worry about the price of whatever she decided to do. She could hardly be blamed for wanting to indulge.

Mind made up, Amber headed for the door, stomach cramping on the way out. Given how large her meal was, it was no wonder moving was a struggle. Her stomach felt oddly rumbly despite how full she was, however, like everything in there had already moved on to her intestines.

Amber left the room, locked the door, and even made it to the elevator at the back of the hallway before she was forced to take a breather. “Phew, they’re not struggling anymore but they’re still a lot,” she said, slumping against the wall as she waited for the next elevator to arrive. 

Feeling so unbelievably stuffed wasn’t normal. Could she even digest such large helpings? 

And to think, there’s more where that came from. Where would I even fit my next meal?

"Gosh, you're pretty!"

Jolting up at the voice, Amber whirled to find a young male liepard gazing up at her, stars in his eyes.

Oh, boy.

"Uh, thanks?" she said. He was pretty cute, all things considered, but she wasn't sure if she was in the mood for flirting right now. Especially not when she was so fat and full.

His ears flicked to and fro, like he wasn’t sure whether to be confident or afraid. He settled on something in between as he stepped forward, then again, licking his lips in apparent nerves. Strange enough was his interest in her, stranger still was his overt focus on her belly. 

With a start, she realized it wasn’t her that he was attracted to: it was her meals, and where they had ended up.

He eventually got close enough to feel his hot breath on her scales. "S-sorry if I'm being too forward,” he began while being just that, “but may I touch your belly? I've never seen a bulge this sexy before."

She had a decision to make. Back home, such a suggestion by a male stranger would’ve been met with a scoff and, if persisted, a swift vine to the face. 

But she wasn't back home. This wasn’t her culture. She wasn't even the same serperior that left for High Altaria last week.

“Sure thing,” she said, startled yet exhilarated by her agreement.

Why not take it a step further still?

Riding on her whim, Amber threw caution to the wind and settled down onto the floor with her underbelly facing the stranger, the bulge from her meal quite apparent. 

Blushing through her scales, and completely ignoring the elevator that arrived, she asked, “What do you think, handsome? Are my meals to your liking?”

The hint of pink poking out of his sheath told her exactly how much to his liking her ‘meals’ were. His penis twitched, dribbling a glistening droplet of pre on the floor. She fought back an excited flick of her tongue.

What am I even doing?

“Gorgeous,” gasped the liepard. He raised a paw as though to touch her, only to pause inches from her scales. His penis throbbed. “May I? I had a snack earlier, but my paltry stomach holds no candle to this.”

Why am I humoring this? I don’t know him, I’m not even usually into liepard, and he’s getting off to MURDER.

The fact that literal murder bothered her less than his attractiveness really spoke volumes.

She flicked out her tongue once again, unintentionally tasting his delicious musk. “I’m… I was planning to go to the spa, but if you’re quick, you can do more than just touch.”

For once, her stomach wasn’t the focus of his attention. Puffy and dripping, her cloaca oozed arousal. She curled in on herself, draping her lower half over her upper, leaving a snail trail of her fluids all over the floor in the process.

He grinned at her proposition. “Don’t worry, I’m always quick!” 

The expected wince in reply to his own poor choice of words earned a laugh out of her.

“I’m sure you are,” she teased. Emboldened by the liepard’s awkwardness, she flicked up her tail to show off exactly how wet she was. He stared dumbly at her drooling vent, and she laughed again. “I’m serious about being quick, so get over here! Feel me up all you like~”

Where was all this lustful energy coming from? Amber barely knew the serperior who was speaking right now. She was never this forward. Not back home, and especially not here. Least of all with an absolute stranger. 

Perhaps murdering four pokemon had lowered her inhibitions in other areas as well?

After hesitating a bit longer, the liepard, whose name she had forgotten to ask, climbed her presented lower half and nuzzled into her belly, burying his face into the soft scales of her most sensitive place. Bright, childlike giggles filled the hallways as he embraced her form, and he, honest-to-Arceus, began to knead her stomach with his paws. 

He also humped her, of course, prodding at her relaxing vent with each eager thrusts of his hips.

“Your belly is soooo big and plump, it’s amazing! Th-thank you, uh— I’m sorry, I forgot to ask your name! Mine’s—hnn—Yukes!”

“Amber,” she said, amused and feeling a tad awkward by how eager Yukes was. It seemed not only prey worshiped bellies in this country. Would he also get off to threats of being swallowed? 

His grunts as he thrusted pointed to a yes.

She tilted her head, pondering the thought of devouring this liepard. It didn’t make her feel guilty. No burning hole in her gut, no twisting of her heart. It was a terrifying realization, yet…

Her train of thought evaporated into mist when Yukes finally penetrated her. 

“F-fuck,” she hissed, squeezing down in surprise as those little penile nubs of his slid along her insides, scratching her all the way until he bottomed out with a wet thwack.

Was she really that wet?

“Yeeeah, fuuuck!” he agreed. “Hnnn!” 

She collapsed onto her belly in bliss, the intensity of the liepard’s pleasure-filled purrs reverberating throughout her body. His spines stroked and rubbed against her clits as he pulled out, those twin spires of erect flesh twitching with desire and need. 

His next thrust sent shockwaves through her, and she couldn’t hold back the loud moan that echoed through the halls. 

Amber watched from above as Yukes fucked her. Her having a cloaca didn't seem to phase him, as he treated her sex like any feline's, though he wasn’t particularly skilled. He wasn't very large, either, but the constant, eager pace and those tantalizing spines ensured her peak wouldn’t be far off, every thrust of his feline length drawing her closer toward completion. 

The temptation to lay back and let him do all the work was difficult to resist, especially with a full stomach, but Amber wasn’t that kind of girl. Extending her vines toward the distracted liepard, Amber coiled two around each of his hind legs, snaking them up his thighs until she had full access to his balls and that tight puckered hole located underneath his hiked tail. 

“Hope you like having your butt played with, Yukes~” she cooed, already plunging one of her vines inside, easily breaching his sphincter and into the hot, squeezing tunnel within. Giggling at the adorable squeak he emitted, she thrust the tendril in and out of his obviously rarely used hole, while his balls got the VIP treatment from another vine.

She fondled her clits with a third and fourth vine during everything, jerking off the swollen spires of flesh that were at this point almost as large as Yukes’ entire length. 

“Th-this is unexpected!” he stammered. It didn’t take him long to embrace the queer sensation, however, and soon he was back into the rhythm, humping with as much gusto as before. “F-feels—hnn—good, but I-I’ve never put anything in there b-before!”

“I’ve never stuffed someone else’s butt with my vines either! Want me to go deeper?” 

“Yes please!” 

Yukes buried his snout into her underbelly as she spelunked deep into his ass, his face squished into the bulge that used to be four living, breathing creatures. She curled her vine slightly, pressing on the walls closest to his dick. His anus clenched with increased urgency in response, hugging her vine so tightly she could hardly move it. 

She wasn’t sure where the prostate was, but clearly she found something good in there, if the liepard’s effeminate moans were of any indication.

“R-right there!” he said, confirming her suspicions. “H-hnn, I’m glad I bumped into you, this is—fuck, I’m close! Show me your maw before I finish!” He kneaded her gut as he spoke, coaxing out a loud gurgle from within. “I want to see what your prey does in the end!”

Fuck, why is that so hot?

Inspired by the request, Amber suddenly coiled around Yukes, wrapping her muscular body twice around him, halting him in his tracks. Poised above his head as though about to gobble him up, she granted the wide-eyed liepard his wish. With a playful smile, she opened her mouth, further and further until her jaws nearly unhinged, revealing exactly where her prey ended up.

Yukes into her throat, eyes wider than they had ever been. Then she swallowed, forcing her throat to clench.

The liepard came immediately. His ass tightened, went slack for a moment, and then exploded into action around the vine lodged in his rectum. Bursts of slick heat streaked her innermost walls, sullying her cloaca with its second load of the day, his length twitching with each thick squirt.

His eyes remained fixated at the back of his throat, almost reverently. “So… sexy… It must’ve been wonderful for your prey, whoever they were… Arceus, I almost…”

With a playful flex of her deadly fangs, she teased, “Almost what? Want me to gobble you up?”

To her surprise, the still-cumming feline nodded. “Y-yeah…”

His admission caused her to see stars. “Fuck!” she gasped through her glottis, her orgasm slamming into her with as much, if not more, intensity as the liepard’s own. Her clits pulsed and throbbed on either side of Yuke’s twitching length, their mutual contractions fueling each other until they synced up, her insides squeezing him for his seed an instant before each wonderful squirt.

She couldn’t keep her mouth open any longer, couldn’t keep herself coiled around her ‘prey’. Thoughts came slowly. Electric shockwaves jolted her at every moment. 

When her orgasm finally ended, she realized her eyes were closed, and she opened them, only to freeze in shock.
They had an audience.

“Ava?!” Amber yelped, snapping her jaws shut like she was a child caught with her vine in the cookie jar, suddenly growing distinctly aware of the fact she was fucking a stranger in the middle of the hall. “I thought— didn’t you say you couldn’t come?”

“Surprise!” the regal ninetales sing-songed as she stepped out from the recently arrived elevator (when had it come back?), grinning from ear to ear. “I see you’re embracing our culture. Hello, Yukes.”

The liepard looked like a deering in the spotlight. “H-hello, Lady Avala, Miss!”

“Please, call my Ava.” Avala soundlessly walked over to the entangled pair, appraising them as one might fine jewelry. Her amber-colored eyes, so much like Amber's own, twinkled in the candlelight, and her smile grew almost smug as her gaze fell upon Amber’s belly. “How was your meal?”

Amber looked away, face hot with embarrassment. She wasn’t entirely sure what embarrassed her more: being caught fucking a liepard in the middle of the hall, or being caught indulging in the local cuisine.

“It was wonderful,” the serperior admitted after awkwardly disentangling herself from Yukes. She winced as his dick popped out, drooling a trail of cum down her scales that doubtlessly would become a hassle to clean later.

Once freed, the liepard stumbled a few steps down the hall, slumped down, and proceeded to groom himself, glancing every so often at Avala as he did. Clearly, the sizable ninetales intimidated him. Well, sizable when not compared to Amber. She could have swallowed both of them with room to spare. 

Loud and sudden, her belly gave a mighty gurgling roar.

Avala’s laughter was beyond mortifying as she attempted to hide behind her tail. “Don’t be so timid, my dear Amy! That is the cry of digestion, of your body working to keep your scales shiny and healthy. You’re still hungry, perhaps?”

“N-no.” When her belly roared once more, she stammered, “Maybe a little? I thought I was full.”

“The prey raised in these halls are specially bred for quick and efficient digestion. You’ve noticed that they’re nothing more than slosh now, yes?”

Amber hadn’t noticed, actually. Curiosity piqued, the serperior leaned over her belly and nudged inward with her snout. Her bulge mustered notably little resistance, the contents of her stomach surprisingly malleable. She tilted sideways, resting the side of her head against her churning belly. Loud, groaning gurgles filled her ear, the noises of rapid digestion; of the melted remains of what used to be living, breathing pokemon traversing further into her digestive system and toward a natural conclusion.

It hardly felt possible.

When she pulled herself away from her guts and straightened up, it turned out Yukes wasn’t here anymore, and her blood started boiling, an incensed snarl brewing in her muzzle . Had she really just let some stranger fuck her, only for him to dip out at the earliest convenience?

Avala placed a paw on her side. “Relax, dear. I’m surprised he didn’t flee the moment I arrived.”

“Why would he flee at all?” She couldn’t keep the resentment out of her tone. Culture or no, being stood up like this hurt.

“I intimidate him,” Avala explained. “He’s had ample opportunities to lay with me—I am a regular, after all, and he’s cute enough—but I’m of higher nobility, while he is of a lower echelon. The laws of the common folk do not apply to me, and many are terrified of that reality.” 

Amber had absolutely zero idea what that meant, but she didn’t have the opportunity to interrupt, as Avala went on.

“Enough about me. How did you two end up entangled? So publicly, at that!”

She squirmed. “It just kinda happened.”

“Mhm, fair! The best fucks happen spontaneously.” The ninetales walked past the serperior, her many tails sliding along Amber’s side before suddenly flicking upward, showing off the treasures underneath. 

She swallowed hard at the sight of a black, glistening spade, tucked away below an immaculate tailhole. It seemed to wink as she stared. 

Was Avala… propositioning her?

But just when she was sure something was going to happen between them, Avala blindsided her by lowering her tails and entering the vacant elevator as though nothing untoward had occurred.

“Care to join me at the spa?” Avala asked, though she hadn’t just flashed her clearly aroused vulva at her. What was she playing at? “The hot springs are wonderful, and the masseurs here are simply to die for.”

“I, uh, sure!” Amber replied, snatching on to the subject change like a lifeline. Avala was cute and all, but she was sexually satisfied from her emotionally unsatisfying stint with the liepard, and she preferred males anyway… even if she seemed to lack any particular preference when it came to prey. “I was already headed there before, well… yeah.”

She followed Avala into the elevator, having to awkwardly coil around the ninetales to fit.

Looking down at Avala now, she continued, “How’d you know where I wanted to go?”

Avala eyes seemed to twinkle. “Of course you’d want to visit the spa! Whether it be a nice, relaxing soak in the hot tubs, an exfoliating experience in the steam rooms, or a deep tissue massage, there’s something for everyone.” She pressed the ground floor button with her nose, then glanced up at the serperior. “I trust you read the brochure?”

Amber nodded. “Most of it. I’m still reeling over how expensive my room is. You didn’t have to pay so much for me! I would’ve been content with something basic.”

“Nonsense!” Avala said, clearly affronted by the audacity of her suggesting she settle for anything cheap. “It’s your first experience with our culture, so you deserve nothing but the best! It’s a trifling sum for me, besides. Being royalty has its perks.”

Her heart skipped a beat. “R-royalty?”

“Did I not tell you Empress Ambrosia is my great aunt?” Eyes widening in what had to be fake innocence, the ninetales said, “Oops! Must’ve slipped my mind.” 

Avala then flashed Amber a wink, clearly taking delight in her gobsmacked reaction. It was infuriating. How could she not tell her something so… so important! 

Taking a long, deep breath at this revelation, the serperior mustered up the courage to ask, “Are you a princess?”

“Legally,” she said with a dismissive wave of a paw, “Practically, I’m not much more privileged than the average lord or lady. My relation to the Empress is only as recent as last century. Close in ninetales terms, but I have no claim on the throne or any other such nonsense.”

“So I don’t have to call you ‘Your Highness’ then, do I?” Amber’s question was genuine, but she tried to color it with some humor. 

Her racing heart made it difficult to be casual. The royal family of High Altaria was notorious in the outside world for their cruelty, even when compared to the horribly evil culture they ruled over. 

…an evil culture Amber was happily embracing.

Avala giggled into a paw. “Heavens, no! You’re a guest to our modest nation, and I wouldn’t dream of forcing such things on you. Though you may call me Mistress, if you’re amenable to such titles.”

The elevator dinged and the double doors swayed open as they arrived on their floor, saving Amber from responding to such a charged suggestion. She knew Avala to be of the flirtatious type, but it was on a whole other level today. Did her having a full belly make such a difference to how attractive she was here?

She allowed Avala to guide her through the halls, the royal ninetales chatting about all sorts of interesting topics on the way to the spa. Nothing suggestive, thankfully. She wasn’t sure how much flirting she could handle right now. She’d probably be more susceptible to Avala’s advances later, once her meals were fully digested and her libido had time to grow again. 

It wasn’t like she didn’t like the ninetales. She was cute, friendly, smart, and knew all sorts of things that Amber simply didn’t. She really was the best guide one could ask for.

However, learning that her guide was a princess was just a bit overwhelming, and the growing reality that she had fucked a random liepard in the halls only added further to her frazzled nerves.

Amber had had more than enough excitement for the hour, but thankfully, relaxation was just within her reach.

“Here we are!” Avala announced as they passed under a fancy archway and into the spa. Golden leaves grew around the stone like vines, but past that fancy decor was quite the change in scenery.

“This is a spa? And this is all inside?” Amber said, hardly able to believe her own eyes.

From expensive red carpets in the halls, to looking like they had stumbled into a hotspring straight out of a fairy tale, the spa was more than she ever could have imagined. The air was hazy with steam, thick enough that she could taste the humidity with her forked tongue. Dozens of pokemon of all shapes and sizes were sprinkled throughout five massive stone pools, within and intermingled all around.

Only a fraction of the pokemon she saw were predators. The rest were there for service, entertainment, and, well… food, she supposed.

A gardevoir server carrying a plate of live, infant rattata walked by. The casual morbidity of that in particular caused her head to spin.

Avala laughed. “Magnificent, is it not? There are also private rooms for massages, of course, but how about a nice soak in the springs first? Hot water helps with digestion.”
 
Amber was about to reply, only to be stunned speechless by an umbreon and a deerling shamelessly copulating on the edge of one of the pools. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence in her time here—after all, she had just fucked a random liepard in the halls—but what struck her about it was how utterly submissive the umbreon, a carnivore, was to the deerling, a herbivore. Face down, rump up, the very female eeveelution was being rutted hard by the horny cervine, who was slumped over her back, snout buried into her neck as he clutched her around her thin waist and went to town on whichever hole he was inside, huffing the entire time.

They didn’t make enough noise for her to hear them from this far away, but by the way the umbreon pushed back into each thrust, it was obvious she was enjoying herself.

“Fancy the view?” Avala said.

Amber stared for a few more seconds before looking away. “I didn't know anyone here liked being submissive,” she admitted. “I thought you viewed herbivores as prey, and only good for food and servant roles.”

“You would be surprised. There's plenty of prey that love being dominant, and plenty of predators who like to switch things up. You should try it sometime. There's something special in being claimed like a feral beast by something so inferior, mhm.”

Amber coiled in on herself at Avala's lustful words. The emolga had been entirely submissive, though she had had a forceful way about it. The pikachu and luminion had also been firmly under her command. The closest she had come to being dominated by prey was that liepard in the halls, not that Avala likely viewed him that way.

She blinked as she realized everyone smaller than her seemed akin to prey now. Herbivore pokemon weren't any lesser than carnivores, not in her eyes. No matter what this society thought, regardless of the horrible system in place, all pokemon were deserving of life, and thus taking the life of either was an equivalent crime. 

I really have become a monster, haven’t I? There is no coming back from this.

The deciding factor was how guilty it made her. If she was willing to murder four supposed ‘prey’ pokemon, then how could swallowing a liepard make her feel any worse? In fact, the thought of doing just that didn’t feel bad at all. Would anyone ever find out? Would they care? 

She could go visit him later, perhaps, and make his lust-filled fantasy a—

“Lost in thought, my dear? What is on your mind?”

“Oh, uh, just… curious about dominant prey,” she half-lied.

“Mhm.”

Amber followed Avala to the pool next to the mating pokemon, likely on purpose. The proximity to the umbreon proved too tempting an opportunity to pass up. She glanced at the pair’s union, confirming the umbreon sex, along with exactly which hole was being used. Heat filled her cheeks at how rapidly the deerling speared the umbreon’s spade, a loud squelch sounding out with each and every squishy plunge into her well-used vagina.

The umbreon detected her stare and met her eyes before she could look away.

“O-oh, hello—ah—Serperior,” the umbreon said breathlessly, seemingly otherwise unbothered by the large deerling cock currently spelunking her depths. “Sorry for—ha—hogging him, do you w-want a turn when I'm finished?”

“I-I'm fine, thank you.”

The umbreon growled suddenly, and a quick glance at her spade showed it was twitching. The deerling never ceased his thrusts, however.

 “Nhnn, more for me! Don't s-stop, Brandy, love, fuck me through my orgasm~”

“Are you coming in?” Avala said from within the steaming pool, having apparently gotten in while Amber had been… distracted. Only her legs and the tips of her tails were submerged. “Or are you more of a voyeur than I took you for?”

“I'm coming!”

Amber grumbled at the ninetales’ laughter at her choice of words. Alas, she was here to relax. Getting worked up watching an umbreon and deerling have sex was not her idea of a relaxing time, so she slithered away from the quite satisfied umbreon and her deerling partner—slave, server?

After dipping her tail into the water to test the temperature and finding it just right, Amber slowly lowered her lengthy body down into the pool, unleashing an unconscious moan in the process. Hot, soothing perfection enveloped her scales as she submerged herself, the wonderful barrier of heat sliding higher up her body until, in a moment of giddy excitement, she dropped all the way in.

“Oooh, that's nice!” Amber settled in the hot spring with only her head sticking out, body sprawled across the polished stone floor like a giant noodle soaking in water. “This is so much better than a bath.”

In fact, Amber was so relaxed and spread out she bumped into a flygon, who startled suddenly at the surprise contact.

“Sorry!” she apologized, already pulling herself closer. Being so long had its downsides.

He waved her off with a grunt and went back to resting his head on quite the realistic looking rock. It probably is real. This place is fancy, why wouldn't they bring in real rocks and stone for the decor?

Off to the side, the umbreon let out another squeak. She then covered her snout with her paws, which seemed a bit odd to Amber.

“Why is she trying to be quiet?” Amber asked Avala. “Isn't public sex okay here?”

“Mhm? Oh, the umbreon? While mating and dining with prey is allowed in the hot springs, you cannot be too obnoxious about it. I've been, ahem, removed for my vocalizations in the past, understandably so. She probably knows she's a screamer, and is doing her best to keep within the rules. ” Now fully submerged up to her neck, ninetales sighed and slumped into the water. “Sexual and predatory acts within the water are strictly forbidden, however. So do keep any stray vines to yourself.”

Unsure how to respond to the maybe-flirting, Amber left it at that and just melted into the water with a deep, satisfied sigh. All her worries and guilt washed away not long after, leaving only bliss.

If every day here would be like this, she never wanted to leave.