'9.8'
 
“An almost perfect score for Treat the Sylveon, but Spice the Ninetales is our winner for today!” The announcer yelled. All at once the victory music began to play, leaving the Sylveon falling back onto her rear in surprise. She staggered back to her feet and glanced up at the screen behind her.. it was true, Spice was plastered over it with the words 'Winner!' in gold letters underneath his picture.
 
The Ninetales marched out onto the stage, grinning away as he wagged his tails, one of which made sure to knock Treat over on his way past her. He took center stage and bowed his head, receiving the blue sash from the judges, the words 'Best in Show' written across it. As the other two pokemon took their places either side of him, the audience began to yell in protest and outrage. Rusty the Arcanine tucked his ears back, looking over at Treat sulkily as the Sylveon's ribbons wilted either side of her.
 
The podiums raised beneath the three pokemon, raising Spice to the top with Treat slightly lower on his left and Rusty at the bottom on his right. The fourth spot below Rusty remained empty, and he exchanged a glance with Treat as they caught eachother looking down towards it.
 
“Thank you, Thank you.” Spice cheered and waved, apparently not hearing the booing audience over his inflated ego, “This sash is tacky and drab, but it's the thought that counts~” he grinned cruelly over at Treat, raising his tails enough to allow her to see his stomach, “After all, it's being in the competition that's the real prize!”
 
Treat stared in horror at the Ninetales' gut, watching the last of the former Swellow gurgle away and leaving him as slim as he had ever been, save for a little more fat on his haunches. Even with the crowd yelling she could hear the stomach growling loudly for her, the look in the Ninetales eyes made her wonder if she would even get off the stage before he devoured her. Her eyes shifted to Rusty, then back to the Ninetales...
 
The Ninetales looked back at her, grinning as he wiggled a single paw in her direction, “Now now, Treat. Let's not be a sore loser, shall we? After all, you DID make a deal with me. What sort of pokemon would you be if you backed out of it?”
 
“B-but,” the Sylveon whimpered, her ears folding back as she shivered and curled her ribbons about her nervously... She couldn't deny it, she had made a deal with the Ninetales. If she had won, he would expose his dark secret to the world... but if he won, he would devour her. The Sylveon was terrified at the thought, lost in the moment where her morals battled with her survival instinct.
 
“Please return to the pens to wait for your trainers.” The woman called from behind the curtains, waving the trio off. The Sylveon gave one last bow to the audience before stepping off the podium and headed for the door to the waiting room, she could feel the Ninetales breath as he towered over her, licking his lips greedily. As the Arcanine moved to step between them, the human held up her hand, “Not you, big guy. You're in the other room, remember?”
 
Rusty let out a whining bark in response, looking over at the Sylveon. He sighed and shrugged it off with a 'Sorry about that' before turning and heading off to the other room. After the woman left, it was just Treat and the Ninetales standing in the wating room. She could hear his stomach as it called out for her.
 
“Well, I'm famished. Winning does that to you, you know~” Spice chimed as he licked his lips, prowling across the room towards the Sylveon, his tails swaying behind him as he sauntered teasingly slowly towards his prey. “So... shall we begin?”
 
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“N-no! I won't let you!” The Sylveon whimpered, taking a few hurried steps back away from the Ninetales as he advanced on her, “Stay back or I'll... I'll..!”
 
“You'll what? Cry for someone to save you?” The Ninetales laughed uproariously, backing the little pink and white pokemon into a corner, “Rusty isn't here and your trainer is probably being berated by mine for your defeat. You have no one to save you this time, my little Treat~”
 
“Well, there -is- one thing.” The Sylveon replied, perking her ears. The ribbons she had snuck around the Ninetales suddenly grabbed all four of his legs at once, pulling them tonight and binding him, “I was actually trained to be a Toughness pokemon. My ribbons are strong enough to bend metal pipes!”
 
“Wh-what?” The Ninetales gasped, wiggling in the firm ribbons. He winced as he felt the ribbons tighten around him, leaving him completely immobile other than his tails, which swished rapidly in panic, “L-let go of me and live up to your side of the deal! I demand retribution!”
 
“Really? I think Plumage would too,” The Sylveon giggled, two of her ribbons slipping around the Ninetales chest and tugging off his contest sash, putting it over herself instead as she grinned playfully up at him, “Don't tell Rusty, okay? I don't want him to think I'm a meanie~”
 
“T-tell him what?” The Ninetales replied shakily, though Treat didn't need to give him a verbal answer as she shoved his head into her mouth. She murred and licked over his face, making sure to keep him facing her throat so he could smell the scent of the cake she had had for breakfast. He whined and let out muffled yells, squirming against the ribbons but finding himself gaining no ground as the Sylveon took her first gulp.
 
His head bulged out in her throat as she murred in delight at his spicy flavour. She continued to gulp lewdly around him, using her ribbons to raise him higher as his slim, fluffy chest disappeared into her mouth, her saliva matting down his fur. Spice could feel the throat as it pulsed around him, dragging him deeper and deeper towards his demise, the memories of the pokemon he had sent to this fate began to come back all at once. His cries were overshadowed by the loud gulping as the Sylveon pulled him in deeper still, pinning his forepaws to his sides as his backpaws kicked uselessly at the air.
 
Treat gagged a little as she reached the Ninetales midsection, finally starting to struggle with her large prey as she readjusted her ribbons to avoid getting them in her mouth. She tickled at the Ninetales belly teasingly as she did so, her own gurgling welcomingly as his head was brought into her stomach, causing him to begin to struggle for freedom once more.
The struggling only helped him sink faster, of course. The Sylveon took her biggest gulp yet to bring the Ninetales hindquarters into her mouth, taking a moment to drool over his rear and run her ribbons over his long tails, sizing them up as they swayed about before her. She let out a muffled groan as she felt the Ninetales beginning to kick around in her stomach, but with a few tender rubs she was ready to continue.
 
She laid on her back, gulping heavily to bring the fox's rear and backpaws into her mouth, tickling at his pawpads playfully as she did so. The Sylveon closed her mouth with the tails still outside it, wriggling about as if they had a chance in hell of escaping. With a pleased grin she slurped them in one by one until the tips passed over her tongue and slid down her throat, leaving a warm, tingling sensation as they went.
 
“Uuughh.. Spice... hhh... Can't move... food coma...” Treat burbled as she laid on her back, holding her stomach with both her forepaws as she tried to calm the Ninetales down. She could still hear his muffled yells of protest, but she could hardly make out what he was saying over the obnoxious gurgling and churning of her stomach working over her prey, “Mmm, such a good meal for my tummy~”
 
“G-good! Hurry! There's still time to save my fur!” The Ninetales begged, his tails batting against the stomach walls as his paws pressed against them, tryng desperately to find an escape, “J-just spit me out and we'll call it even! I'll even let you keep the ribbon!”
 
“Nnh.. mm,” the Sylveon replied vaguely before letting out a loud belch, watching as the Ninetales' red scarf flew out of her mouth and stuck to the ceiling, soaked in her saliva. She giggled as she watched it, rolling over just in time for it to come back down with a wet splat. As she put pressure on her gut she felt it beginning to sink benath her like a beanbag, “Mmm, thanks Spice, that's -much- better.” she grinned broadly, rubbing over her gut with her ribbons to aid its efforts in digesting the Ninetales.
 
The pokemon's eyes widened as the door opened. The two trainers standing there were frozen in surprise by the Sylveon's wiggling gut, and the tell-tale red scarf that revealed what would be inside of it.
 
“No! Treat! BAD!” Her trainer scolded her, mortified by her actions. She raced over to her side and began to hit her back weakly before pointed hurriedly to the ground before her, “Spit him out, right now! O-oh, I'm so sorry. She's never done anything like this, I swear!”
 “Well, let's not be too rash...” Spice's owner replied with a coy smile. To Treat's surprise she walked over to the Sylveon and began to rub along her stomach, “I saw her performance, she was quite talented. Certanly more-so than my Ninetales... I don't suppose you'd consider a trade, would you?”
 “A-a Trade?” Treat's trainer replied in confusion. Even Treat didn't know where she was going with this, but the woman had both her attention and her trainer's, “I don't understand.”
 
“Oh, it's quite simple,” Spice's owner replied with a little smile, “I claim that Spice 'mysterious vanished', and in return I become little Treat's new agent. I'm sure with proper training she could be even bigger than he was.”
 
“O-oh, well... I mean, if it would help her career.” '...and avoid getting me thrown in jail...' “I'm sure I could agree to that.”
 
“Excellent,” Spice's owner chuckled before rubbing Treat's stomach lovingly, cooing softly to her former pokemon, “Hard luck, Spice... but you know what they say~ Contests are a dog-eat-dog world.” she smiled softly, “And besides, at least a small part of you will always be a contest winner.”
 
Treat giggled at the belly rubs and laid on her back, grabbing onto Spice's scarf and wrapping it around her neck as she beamed proudly up at her new agent. This would be the first of many victories, she was sure of it!
 
The End