“8…9…10…knockout!”


Runic could barely hear those words as a crumpled-up ball of destroyed fluff on the floor, but they rang and bounced around in his head all the same even if he couldn't really comprehend them all too well. Sometimes, when you were just starting out in any kind of organized fighting scene, you would just immediately get matched up against somebody you couldn't handle, and for the tall, spindly werewolf, that was most certainly what happened to him today! Honestly, as soon as he stepped into the ring and saw the stout, punchy Breloom standing in the opposite corner, he pretty much immediately knew that he was going to have a rough go of it, but honestly…even Runic himself was a bit surprised at how quickly he had been smacked and slammed to the floor by the Grass/Fighting type! He thought he would at least be able to hold up for a round or two, but…no. Riker was a champion in the ring, and Runic was just another jobber for him to beat down to the roars of the crowd around him. He was a fan favorite, after all, and now he got the chance to show up for his adoring fans a little bit more with the competitor he had just felled…


Runic felt his senses gradually recovering from the brutal left hook he had just received as Riker started to walk up to him, each footstep thundering and menacing from those sharp, white foot claws…eventually, the feeling of the Breloom hovering over him and the shadow looming was just enough to get the werewolf’s attention, get him to pick his head up off the ground and actually look at the creature who had delivered him such a powerful and thorough beat down! As he looked up, he saw the smug, satisfied face of a champion who knew they were going to win from the moment they walked in the ring.. along with the tip of that thick tail of his, swung round to face the werewolf, the flower bud-like tips at the end starting to slowly open up for some strange reason! 


“Well, y’know, even that wimpy little fight from you worked up a bit of an appetite in me. Good thing I've already tenderized you quite a bit for my tail here…”


That was all that Riker said, or at least all that Runic could hear before that tailtip lunged forward right into his face, the budded petals yawning open to clamp tight over the werewolf’s snout and face - almost like a facehugger, immediately immersing him in the warm, slimy innards of the tail’s...mouth? Throat? Whatever orifice this was, it sure was hungry, suckling and pulling on Runic’s head while Riker continued to show off to the roaring crowd. This is what they had come for more than anything else - to watch him turn a jobber into a tail-bulge! The wolf immediately reached for his face to start trying to tug and yank the tail off, but with the combination of how powerful the suction was and how weak he still felt after the beating he had just taken...well, it was an uphill battle. Especially as he felt the Breloom lean forward before shoving him back to the ground with one of his feet, pinning him to the ring just to make sure he couldn't interrupt anything while that tailmaw continued to work its way over his face and head. Relaxing and yawning open for a fraction of a second, only to lunge forward and clamp shut even more powerfully over his entire head and neck! The werewolf was left soaked in some kind of sticky, sweet, nectar-like fluid that the tail’s entrance seemed to exude; at first, that almost seemed to hinder his progression deeper into the Pokemon's tailmaw, but as it came in contact with the werewolf, it adopted a slickness that began to lubricate his journey, allowed the mouth to just slip and push and shove its way over the beaten, battered werewolf’s form. Stretching to an unnatural-looking degree as it worked over those broad, bony werewolf shoulders, showing every last little detail of Runic’s body as it was pushed and shoved deeper into that tail...the walls being more than thin enough for Runic to still hear the ravenous cheering of the crowd as they watched it all transpire to boot.


“Mmmhhh...yeahhhh, that feels good. You all enjoying the show??” Riker yelled to the crowd as his tail took its first wet GLP, the flesh around Runic convulsing for a moment as he was suddenly sucked forward - arms locked at his sides while he was pushed and shoved into this impossibly-tight tube! The low, ominous gurgling of some kind of digestive chamber up ahead of him starting to get louder and louder with each inch he was plunged further into the tail, to the point where he was starting to hear it over the frenzied crowd, even...and this was not an easy crowd to overwhelm. Riker knew as much from his experience in the ring! “Mmfh...I certainly am! Make sure to make as much noise as possible so he can really hear you guys in there. I have a feeling that he won't be able to for too much longer...” the Breloom continued as his tail continued to bloat and swell up in size, soon flopping to the floor of the ring and just walking its way over Runic’s chest and midriff like a fat, hungry slug! Scrunching its whole body up to pull more of the defeated, delicious werewolf further inside before relaxing to let things settle and to start the whole cycle over again. A bit less flashy of a way to gulp down your victory meal, but the crowd was still more than willing to eat it up all the same~


Though it was still incredibly and almost uniformly tight inside of the tail, Runic could feel his nose and snout being shoved through into a slightly-more-open and maneuverable space that he had to assume was some kind of holding chamber. The slick, clear fluids of the tailmaw were replaced with greener, slimier fluids, ones with a more noxious and stinging smell to them...a more digestive aroma, to be sure. Runic didn't like the conclusion he had arrived at, but it seemed he was being stuffed right into a separate stomach inside of the Breloom’s thick tail! His suspicions were basically confirmed after another one of those squeeze-gulps from the tail sent his muzzle right to the back of the chamber, bumping him up against a slimy, fleshy wall and beginning the process of him being forced to curl up somewhat inside of the tailstomach...which pretty much negated the little bit of extra room that the werewolf had enjoyed upon entry! On top of that, his legs were still almost fully outside of the Breloom's tail, so he knew that it was only going to get much, -much- tighter as more of him was swallowed and crammed inside. He could wiggle and kick those legs back and forth a bit, but that was really all the movement that he could do at this point. Anytime he tried anything else, the tail stomach walls with reflexively squeeze right back against him, pushing the lanky, bony werewolf into even more of a bald up form then he was already expecting! It was progressing well past the point of discomfort, and there wasn't even any real digestion happening yet...just the pressure against his battered, bruised form. Being defeated so handily in the ring was embarrassing enough, but now he had to listen to the cheers of the crowd as they watched him writhe and wriggle around deep inside of their favorite wrestler’s tail...said tail very wetly beginning to slurp up those absently-kicking feet that were the werewolf’s last liaison to the outside world! 


“Ahhh...and you know my favorite part of sticking somebody in the tail? It gives me a nice, big pillow to just...” Riker started to monologue, trailing off as he flopped backwards onto said pillow, shocking and smothering the werewolf inside as he was suddenly hit once more by the impact of the mushroom-lizard...something he was obviously used to, but not quite in this specific situation! 


“Take a load off onto.”~


The extra pressure and weight on top of him as Riker sprawled out and relaxed above was mostly just insult to injury, an extra bit of emphasis on the situation that he was in...Runic was so beneath Riker’s skill that he wasn't even a combatant; he was a snack, a cushion, a toy for the Pokemon to enjoy until his body melted him down into another thick layer of tail pudge...granted, one that wouldn't last for very long, considering the Breloom’s rather rigorous training schedule. He would probably be fully burned off in a week or less, with how many fights the Pokemon had coming up...but before that, he had to be digested, and though he was now almost fully inside of that tailstomach, twitching toes being slurped up like they were the last remnants of a hungry snake’s meal, the real act of digestion had yet to truly begin. Though he was certainly feeling the more mechanical aspects of the process, thanks to Riker squishing and grinding down onto him with his toned, sculpted ass the whole time! Finding and rubbing out bulges as he saw fit, enjoying the feeling of Runic already starting to struggle against the tightness and the pressure of the taut, hungry tailbelly...


At this point, the referee for the fight, who had mostly been standing off in the corner while Riker did his thing, came back to the center to talk to the winner. “Well, that's another VKO for you, Riker.” the black and white bird plainly explained, not a hint of emotion on his face throughout the whole thing. “Do you want to finish up out here or go back to the dressing rooms?”


“Mmmh, the people ARE loving it, Rafael.” Riker replied as he stroked along the side of his tail with one of his hands, hearing a loud, wet *gloOoOorg* emanate from deep within the engorged appendage. “But I am feeling a bit tired and full. Ready to relax. Would you be able to pick this up and walk off the stage with me?”


Rafael sighed a little bit. He didn't know why Riker even bothered asking; this was something they had run through tens of times at this point. “Of course, Riker.” he simply replied a little bit later.


“Excellent. Good night everyone! Be sure to come back on Friday to see me defend the League Title~” the Breloom said with a wave of his hand as he slowly got up from his tail, Rafael making his way around the bulging, squirming mass and slowly picking up the digesting lump as Riker started to make his way out of the ring...


“Where do they FIND these ‘fighters’? If they're gonna be so easy to beat, they might as well taste better or squirm more, geez...” Riker complained as he slipped away into the more private backstage of the wrestling venue, accompanied by the referee struggling to heft up the massive bulge in his tail - after all, it WAS still most of a person in there! “What, do you want us to season them before we throw them to you?” Rafael retorted cheekily as they turned a corner to the Breloom’s dressing room, the crow already looking forward to setting this thing down and getting on with the rest of his day...and not being the closest person in earshot for Riker to yap to while he mercilessly digested his latest challenger.


The two arrived a minute or so later, Rafael immediately setting down the squirming, but settling lump of tail-food on the nearest cushion before wordlessly saluting the Breloom and walking out of the room, making sure to close the door tight behind him on the way out. Riker would pop a squat right next to his engorged, fat tail on a white, satin couch, using it like a giant armrest as he reached forward and grabbed a remote on the coffee table in front of him to flick on a large flat screen television on the opposite side of the room. “Already soupy in there? Come on, you can at least be a little bit of arm support while I veg out...” the fighter complained as he pressed down into the bulge, feeling how thick and sloshy its occupant had become just in the time it took him to walk from the stage to his dressing room! Every now and again, he could hear a muffled whimper or groan from Runic that managed to break through the wet splortches and glorgles of the werewolf’s own digestion, but otherwise, he pretty much just had a large, squishy white noise generator attached to his rear end for the next couple of hours while his satisfied-looking tail worked down that lanky challenger into nothing but extra tail thickness...


For Runic inside, the little walk the three of them had gone on was nothing but a sloshing, swaying extra bit of mechanical input to his own dissolution! Each little rock and roll that the tailgut around him made just splashed more of those digestive enzymes onto his vulnerable form, worked those fluids even deeper into his fur. He didn't even feel solid anymore - things were so tight in here that it was hard for him to even feel some of his body now; his extremities, already tingling and sore upon his arrival to the tight, churning chamber, were now almost completely numb. And not knowing where they were made it quite a bit harder to squirm and push out effectively against his surroundings...which led to the whimpering, sludgy mass that Runic had essentially become to the outside world. He couldn't even really make any distinct bulges anymore, and he had only been in here for...what, 20 minutes? Maybe a half hour? Time seemed to stop the moment that the tail star had opened up and started to swallow his face. The bony bulges that he once made underneath the smooth, white scales of the Breloom’s tail were all rounded out and squishy now, a vague anthro-like shape the only thing that even signified to any observer what Riker had done! Otherwise, it would have just looked like he had a particularly-plump tail for the time being...


Time passed. The tailstomach walls continued to squeeze and clench inward relentlessly on Runic’s feeble, tenderized form while Riker barely even paid attention - he wasn't worth his time as a challenger, so he wouldn't be worth it as food, of course! And food he was essentially, at this point - barely conscious among the stomach sludge he was becoming part of, all churned and ready to be pumped deeper. First further into Riker’s tail, and then into his bowels, so that the boxer could absorb every last bit of whatever spunk or moxie he could salvage from this excuse of a fighter...that would come with time, though. For now, the Breloom could just sit back and relax while his body did all the work. He did more than enough work in the ring already, after all~