Classroom Antics
 
The white espeon breathed in as she looked up at the door, her eyes trailing over the paper sign that had been taped to it; ‘Special Event: Classroom Roleplay - Hungry Teacher seeks Tasty Students!’
 
She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the display. She knew she should have finalized what she wanted it to say, Cyn was snickering when she proposed the idea to her in the first place. After some rigorous training to make sure she was ready, the Liepard had agreed to give her one of the Den’s empty rooms for one night to take her kinks to the next level. Tonight she would take her final step into the world of her fetish…. Tonight, she would be the predator.
 
She had come a long way from her days of curling up in a red velvet sleeping bag and listening to stomach sounds on a cassette player. Her time with Malus had eased her off the need to act out on her desires, but she never forgot the moment she held him in her psychic grip, teasing him, taunting him… she wondered how it would have been if she had just _tried_.
 
Of course, she hadn’t told Cyn about that encounter. She didn’t want the Persian to get into trouble, and she didn’t want Malus feeling the need to spread her secret identity to the town. Rose the teacher and Roux Blanche the seductress were two entirely different personas, and she planned to keep them that way for as long as she could.
 
Taking one last glance over her dyed white fur and adjusting her blue framed glasses, the Espeon pushed the door open and stepped into the room. Cyn and her team had done a remarkably good job at decorating the place. If she didn’t know any better, she’d have thought they had stolen furniture from the school in order to make the room look exactly like a classroom. There were four wooden desks lined up with pokemon sitting at three of them. The final one remained empty, though there were some books stacked on it. At the other end of the room was a large wooden desk with a chalkboard behind it, as well as a Minun berry in lieu of the apple Rose had expected to find… no doubt it would be far more useful though.
 
She also noticed a mug on the desk that read ‘Number #1 Teacher.’ So, Cyn wasn’t joking around, there really -was- a way to make your belly stretch beyond its normal capabilities. She made her way over to the desk and picked up the mug before sniffing its contents; a plethora of blended berries filled her nose. It was warm against her lips as she drank it, almost like drinking a particularly fruity tea. As it filled her stomach she could hear it gurgling lowly. It felt… looser, and noticeably empty. She’d have to thank Leaf for the concoction later, there was no way she’d have been able to do tonight on her own stomach capacity, no matter how much practice she had had with Cyn.
 
“Alright class, let’s take our seats.” The espeon purred as she took her seat at the desk, closing the door with the psychic power of the gemstone in her forehead. The cat dropped an empty binder on the desk, figuring having something to bring in would help immerse her ‘students.’ Finally she turned her gaze on them, “Let’s start with a roll call,” she said, holding up the sign-up sheet Cyn had left her with.
 
“Cynda Storge,” she read, looking up towards the shiny liepard in the corner of the room.
 
Cyn groaned, slouching over her desk like a spoiled teenager. It seemed as though the class had decided to take the ‘roleplay’ part of the session far more seriously than she had expected. The feline had dressed herself up in a white shirt that barely fit and made it look as though she had cleavage, despite being a feral pokemon with no noticeable breasts. Around her neck hung a loose purple tie, and around her waist was a short tartan skirt that barely covered the heart-shaped spots on her hips. She rolled the head of a lollipop around her with her tongue before turning her emerald eyes on the teacher. “Here,” she replied.
 
“No sweets in class, Cyn,” the espeon replied, determined to play her part as well. Cyn rolled her eyes and crunched the candy in her teeth before spitting out the stick to one side. Rose left her to finish chewing it while she focused on the next member of her class, “Spice Blaise?”
 
“Here~” the ninetales chimed. Rose wasn’t surprised to see that Spice had decided to go for the ‘Prep’ look, dressed in a smart looking blazer with a white shirt underneath it and a red tie in place of his usual scarf. He had combed his mane into a more sophisticated style, and his tails curled delicately over the back of his chair. “Do I -have- to sit next to these common louts? My family is exceedingly wealthy, you know.”
 
“That just makes you gourmet,” the persian sitting next to him pointed out with a smirk. Rose didn’t have to guess what school archetype Malus had picked; dressed in a black leather jacket and a pair of shades, his hair slicked back to expose his red gemstone… as if the cat would have chosen to be anything else but the classroom bully.
 
“Malus Viene,” Rose noted, checking him off her register before pausing as she noticed one final name, despite there only being three pokemon. “Has anyone seen Parsley Leaf?”
 
Malus let out a sudden belch, causing Cyn to snicker behind her paw and Spice to roll his eyes in disgust. The espeon’s purple eyes locked onto the persian, and then narrowed down at his desk. “...Parsley Leaf?” she repeated skeptically.
 
The desk rumbled and the Persian’s paw reached behind it, pressing down against his gut. As he did so the bottom of it lowered into view beneath the desk, revealing the pawprint bulges and movement inside. “Keep it down in there, nerd. Some of us are trying to learn.” The feline smirked, giving his stomach a slap.
 
“Malus, do you have something you wish to show the class?” The espeon asked, taking a few steps towards him as she adjusted her glasses with one of her paws, “I believe Parsley would have a better learning experience outside of you than in.”
 
“I dunno, he’s learning a whole lot about the digestive system,” the cat grinned back at her as he leaned back on his chair and propped his hind paws on his desk, no longer trying to hide it. The persian’s gut sprawled out over his midsection, with the trapped pokemon clearly struggling beneath his muscles. He ran one of his forepaws over the bulge of the leafeon’s head, chuckling to himself as he mused, “He didn’t have any lunch money, what was I supposed to do? Just let him walk away?”
 
“I’ll have to agree with Malus on this one. Having Parsley in the class would have just made the rest of us look bad,” Spice noted with a firm nod as he turned his nose up at the lewd display across from him, “And I can’t afford to look bad. My family is exceedingly wealthy.”
 
“Yeah Spice, you already said that.” Cyn narrowed her eyes on him. The ninetales had been very clear that he was a skilled actor, but his character seemed awfully flat… maybe some time in the classroom would change that. She grinned over at the espeon, deciding to join in on the teasing, “C’mon teach. You’ve got to admit that predgut looks good on my boyfriend. Better some dork than the rest of us, right?”
 
“He’s your boyfriend?” Spice blinked in disbelief, breaking character for a moment.
 
“Just in this session,” Cyn shrugged, also breaking character for a moment much to Malus’ displeasure, “Thought it’d be fun… you know, ‘class slut dates class bully,’ seems like it fits the theme.”
 
“Whatever you say, Cyn.” Malus winked. The liepard cringed, but she didn’t want to ruin this for Rose. She was sure the added element to their characters would make her happy. The persian belched in the espeon’s face, “Urrp, mmmh. I guess that’s settled then. Nerd stays in my gut, right?”
 
“Wrong!” the espeon snapped, her gemstone shining brightly as her eyes began to glow with psychic energy. Malus gagged and coughed as he suddenly felt the lump of his prey shifting out of his gut and up towards his throat, dragged along by the psychic power of the teacher in front of him. Finally he had no choice but to open his maw and let the leafeon tumble out of it, gasping for fresh air as he laid on the floor, his white school shirt soaked with drool. “Parsley, please take your seat.”
 
“Ughh..” the leafeon groaned, dragging himself up onto his chair and collapsing over his desk, narrowly avoiding upsetting the tower of books. The persian licked his lips, savouring the last of his escaped prey’s flavour before turning his attention back to the furious espeon before him, deciding to take his paws off the desk to avoid drawing more of her aggression. Slowly her rage subsided into a calm yet stoic expression.
 
“Now,” she began plainly as she returned to the chalkboard, her psychic energy continuing to circle the persian as she spoke, “I know that this is a school for pokemon, no doubt some of you will consider yourselves to be predators, while considering others prey,” she acknowledged with a gentle nod before turning to look over her shoulder. “However, in my class there is only one predator, and if you have any ideas that that predator is you…”
 
Malus’ eyes widened as he felt the psychic energy moving to his tail. Slowly it began to raise until it was dragged into the air, bringing his bottom half with it and leaving him exposed to the room. “Uhh, Blanche… what’re you..?”
 
WHAP! The ruler came down hard over the cat’s toned ass, leaving him hollering in surprise at the sudden pain. The espeon had been sneaking it around the back of the class for a surprise attack, she was thrilled to find Malus was the one who triggered it. “You will address me as Ms Blanche, Malus… I -am- your teacher, after all.”
 
“What the fuck-” The ruler came down harder, leaving a red stinging mark across the normal-type’s backside. Spice began to titter in amusement, Cyn simply watched with the slightest hint of a blush and a very noticeable purr, and Leaf stared in disbelief at the sight. As Malus noticed his social status rapidly dropping in the class he squirmed and struggled, shaking his ass as he tried to get it out of the psychic grip. “What the hell is wrong with you- AH!” he yelled as the ruler struck three more times, each causing his muscular rear to bounce. “Ow, fuck! AH! Shit! Ow!”
 
“I don’t tolerate that kind of language in my class, young man,” Rose noted, narrowing her eyes on the persian and giving him one last swat with the ruler before dropping him back into his chair, leaving him whimpering as his sore rump hit the wooden seat. The ruler hovered through the air before gently landing in her paw. “Nor do I tolerate my students eating each other. You will be told if you are allowed to devour another pupil, but until then,” she wielded the ruler and swung it with the skill of a trained fencer, “I am the only predator. Is that clear?”
 
Malus choked back humiliated tears and gave the slightest nod, letting out a hiss as he tried to ease his rear back onto the seat. The rest of the class quickly gave a unified nod of agreement… they understood the rules; the teacher was batshit crazy and they were all prey to her. Not a whole lot of miscommunication there.
 
“Good.” The espeon smiled, swinging the ruler to make the classroom bully flinch before resting it on the chalkboard where they could all see it. “Now, I understand your previous teacher was teaching you about predators and prey in the wild.” She licked her lips and ran a paw over her slim gut, “Though naturally such a delicious little espeon couldn’t possibly understand how important it was… you’ll be pleased to know I’ve disposed of her this morning, and will be teaching you from a predator’s perspective.”
 
Malus and Cyn both snickered to themselves, being the only ones who knew the espeon’s true identity. Cyn thought it was somewhat fitting that the teacher was roleplaying out that her true self had been devoured and digested by her new persona… Malus just found it kinky. He couldn’t help but raise a paw, “How did our old teacher taste, anyway?”
 
“Delicious, like strawberries.” Rose replied, closing her eyes and licking her lips seductively as she ran both her paws over her gut, “Of course she was mewling and purring the whole way down. Slurping up her tail was a treat, it was like eating a big piece of candy.” She opened her eyes with a purr, “I’d love to eat her again, but unfortunately… well, you know how the wild is.” She raised her tail, posing to show off her hips as though she was revealing what had happened to her previous prey, “You can only eat a meal once~”
 
“E-excuse me, out of character for a second.” Leaf raised his paw, “Could you maybe not talk about Rose like that? She’s my sister.”
 
“And my girlfriend,” Spice added with a frown. “I know we’re playing pretend, but let’s not slander real pokemon. And I’m saying that as a ninetales whose family -isn’t- exceedingly wealthy.”
 
Rose’s heart both leaped and sank at the same time, leaving herself feeling quite muddled. She was glad that her step-brother and boyfriend had stood up for her, but equally she was worried they might have made a step closer to figuring out her secret.
 
“Who said anything about Rose?” Malus looked down at the Leafeon next to him, “We’re just talking about some random espeon who happens to be a teacher.”
 
“Yeah Leaf, I think you’re reading too much into it,” Cyn agreed, breaking character for a moment only to immediately jump back into it as she grinned over at Rose, “Hey, didn’t you eat a Leafeon too that day?”
 
“I did, actually. A school nurse who just -had- to see what all the fuss was about in my gut,” Rose replied, grinning as the Liepard allowed her a quick way to get back into character. She purred as she stepped towards the Leafeon, “And he. Was. De-lic-ious~” she sounded it out for him, each syllable leaving her warm breath massaging his muzzle.
 
“Eheh…” the Leafeon squirmed in his seat. With a pleased smile the Espeon returned to the board, subtly winking to Malus to thank him for the help as she moved past him. The persian gave her a wink in response, his tongue sticking out playfully to reveal he wasn’t quite as sore about getting spanked as he had acted.
 
“Now, I had to use your last teacher’s notes to clean up this morning, so we’ll be going back to the basics,” she began, writing the word ‘Alphabet’ on the board. “We’re going to go around the room one at a time and give a word that relates to vore that corresponds with the letter of the alphabet you’re currently on.” She smiled, running a paw over her gut, “Of course there will be… consequences if you can’t think of one.”
 
“Ha, I exceed in my abilities to come up with words!” Spice announced proudly, “I’ll take on your challenge and see to it that everyone knows I am the greatest wordsmith in Clearspring.”
 
“Oh good, then I’ll be sure to give you the hard ones.” Rose replied with a sultry smile before turning to Leaf, “How about you start us off, Parsley. Then we’ll go with Cyn, then Malus and finally Spice.”
 
“Spice Blaise never goes last!” Spice growled, though as the espeon began to lift up the ruler he quickly cowered in his seat, “Aah, o-on second thought, I’m willing to give the others a head start. Obviously they’ll need it more than I do.”
 
“Very generous of you, Spice,” Rose replied as she lowered the ruler back to the desk before turning her attention to Leaf. “Now, Parsley. If you’ll start us off with ‘A.’ ”
 
“A… um.” the Leafeon grinned awkwardly, “Ate?” he replied hesitantly, wanting to make sure he understood the game.
 
“The Espeon ‘ate’ the Leafeon.” Rose nodded proudly, though her example left the Leafeon blushing bright red, “Now Cyn, can you give me something for B?”
 
“How about Bit-” Whap! The ruler came down just under the liepard’s skirt. She moaned out and dug her claws into the desk, glad to see that her training sessions with Rose had paid off. She was on her way to being a skilled dominatrix! “Heh… okay, fine… ‘belly.’ ”
 
“The Liepard belongs in a ‘belly.’ ” Rose teased her with a rub of her own gut, returning the ruler to her side. She decided to keep it hovering, as it seemed like she’d have to deal with quite a disruptive class today. “...and she’ll end up in one if she doesn’t mind her manners,” she added before smiling to Malus. “Malus, C?”
 
“Choke,” the Persian replied gruffly, getting back into his bully persona. “As in, you’ll ‘choke’ if you try to eat me.”
 
“Not if I ‘chew,’ ” the teacher warned him with a sly grin, causing a blush to cross the persian’s muzzle. It seemed as though she had managed to impress him with her new predatory side. “Now Spice, I hope you have a ‘D’ for me.”
 
“I’ll give you the D, teach.” Malus smirked.
 
“I’ll be seeing you after class, Mr. Viene… if you even make it to the end of class,” Rose snapped at him before turning her attention back to Spice. “Now, Spice, a ‘D’ word, please.”
 
“Digest, of course,” the ninetales replied with a proud smile. “The persian was ‘digested’ by the ninetales.”
 
“In your dreams,” Malus grumbled, pushing his shades up and propping them on his head so he could glare at the ninetales.
 
“I’d say Spice could ‘eat’ you, Malus,” Leaf chimed in with a grin, glad to have his revenge on the cat. His smile faded the moment that the persian glared his way, leaving him cowering in his desk. “Eheh… I guess I know how I’ll be spending my lunch break.”
 
“ ‘Fat,’ ” Cyn continued, ignoring the boys as they argued amongst themselves, “Eating all the students made Ms. Blanche fat.”
 
“The liepard felt good getting ‘gurgled’ up though,” Malus smirked, finding himself getting into the game. Getting to watch Cyn blush was a fun bonus too.
 
“I suppose Ms. Blanche wouldn’t be too ‘hungry’ after eating the three of you,” Spice noted with a flick of his tails and a snobbish grin. “I’d be too rich for her tastes anyway, wouldn’t I~?”
 
Rose couldn’t help but giggle at how well her game was going. Pokemon were teasing each other left and right, she could see the excitement in their blushing faces, and she hadn’t even eaten anyone yet.
 
“I’m pretty sure I’m the one who’s not going to be ‘ingested.’ ” Leaf remarked to Spice, “I am the smartest pokemon in the class, after all.”
 
“That won’t matter much when you’re in her ‘jaws.’ ” Cyn smirked before looking towards Malus.
 
“Yeah, uh…” the Persian hesitated, “You’re going to be…” he stammered. Shit, what words started with ‘K?’ Krookodile? That wasn’t particularly vorish. Every pokemon in the room stared at him, waiting for his input. A knowing smile crossed Rose’s muzzle.
 
“Are you… having trouble there, Malus?” Rose smiled, putting her ruler on the desk as she stepped towards him, swaying her hips and tail as she walked. He could see the drool beginning to gather in her maw as she stared over his muscular form, “You do know what happens if you can’t think of a word, don’t you?”
 
“Y-yeah, uh…” he began, “Maybe… uh… krunch?” he offered with a wince. He knew that word didn’t start with a k, but it seemed like it would be worth a shot with how close the teacher was getting to him.
 
“Oh, I’m afraid that starts with a ‘C,’ Malus… looks like you won’t be making it to the end of class after all.” The white espeon winked up at him. “That’s a shame, I was really looking forward to you giving me the D… well, maybe you’ll learn about the digestive system this way~”
 
The Espeon slipped under his desk and started with his paws, deciding to at least give the Persian a chance to think of something before she finished him. She took her first gulp, dragging his paws into her throat as she ran her tongue over his salty fur. He started to struggle, though her psychic grip kept him locked to his chair while she worked. “Shit, fuck! Uh… Krookodile! They’re pretty much always predators.”
 
Gulp. Not a good enough answer. The Espeon was putting her predator training with Cyn to good use as she worked her way up the cat’s legs. He didn’t have the most pleasing taste, but with how muscular he was she was sure he would fill her up for a while. She was finally getting to experience what she had missed out on what seemed like ages ago; she was finally going to devour the apex predator who used to hunt her like a mouse… and in front of all his friends too.
 
“Leaf, help me out here!” Malus called over to him as the Espeon’s jaws reached his waist, dragging in his toned ass and rock hard shaft in one go. “Y-you’re smart, use a dictionary or something!”
 
“Oh no, Malus. This works out for me perfectly. Now I don’t have to worry about you trying to eat me after class.” Leaf smirked as he watched, one paw reaching under the desk and between his legs. “Hff, just keep thinking… I’m sure you’ll come up with something…”
 
“Are you jerking off?!” Malus snarled at him, though as his paws touched the bottom of the espeon’s stomach he realised he had bigger things to worry about. He struggled as hard as he could, trying to break the psychic grip as he slipped deeper into the warm, slick feline throat. He had no idea how this was even happening, Rose shouldn’t have been able to fit him inside of her, but somehow she just kept going, forcing him to curl up. In a last ditch attempt he turned his attention to Cyn, “Cyn, babe! I’m your boyfriend, remember? You’ve gotta help me!”
 
“Pfft, I’m not going to be the girlfriend of some prey,” the Liepard chuckled and shook her head. “I’m dating Leaf now. He’s cute, and when I’m through with him I can just eat him,” she purred, looking over to the Leafeon. “Isn’t that right, Leaf?”
 
The Leafeon moaned out, having a much harder time hiding what was he was doing now that the room was watching him. Malus stared in disbelief at him before turning to Spice, who simply smiled, shrugged and offered him a little farewell wave with his tails. The cat’s leather jacket was stripped from his body by the psychic energy and placed on a coat rack in the corner of the room, allowing him to pick it up later. In a few more wet, heavy gulps, the espeon’s jaws were around his neck... and with another gulp his head rested within them, leaving only his face visible to the room as the pink tongue of the espeon slurped over it.
 
“Krap,” Malus muttered as the jaws closed over his face, and with a final swallow the bulge of his head moved down past the espeon’s narrow neck and disappeared behind her ribcage. Rose let out a belch before making her way back to the front of the room, her bulging gut squirming beneath her. She had a little trouble walking with such a full stomach, but Cyn had taught her well. She smiled and rested her paw on her gut, letting out a belch that brought up Malus’ shades and dropped them on the floor with a pathetic ‘clack.’
 
“I believe the word he was looking for was ‘kinky,’ ” Rose pointed out teasingly as she began to run her paws over her belly, pressing into spots to see just how much she could compact the trapped feline, “Though I’d have also accepted ‘knead,’ which is what I’m doing to him right now~”
 
“M-Ms Blanche? Could I possibly have a quick bathroom break?” the Leafeon smiled nervously, his member dripping with excitement from what he had just witnessed, “I just… uh… need to sort something out quickly.”
 
“Oh.” Her cheeks flushed, glancing to Cyn. The liepard smirked at her, she didn’t expect to do something like this and not have anyone get hard, did she? The espeon turned back to the leafeon and shook her head, “I’m afraid you’ll have to deal with that after class… or once you’re in my stomach.” She chuckled, continuing to knead the bulge of the ruffian with her paws as she let out another little belch. “Continue, Leaf. I believe you had L.”
 
“I think you’ll find -I- had L, and I have a perfect one too,” Spice spoke up, his tails flaring out as he almost lost his chance to shine. After pausing to build the suspense he smiled, “Lick. The predator licked his lips.”
 
“Impressive.” Cyn grinned, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “What’ve you got for ‘M,’ Leaf? Something better than that, I hope.”
 
“Masticate,” Leaf replied, puffing out his chest proudly and leaving Spice gasping as he was upstaged by the nerdy leafeon. He grinned, staring right into the Ninetales’ purple eyes as he gave his example, “It means ‘to chew.’ ‘It’s important to masticate your food.’ ”
 
“Very impressive,” Rose beamed. “And here I was thinking you were going to say ‘maw’ like a normal pokemon. Well done, Leaf. You certainly know your vorish words~”
 
“Nom.” Cyn gave her word for N, smirking over at the leafeon, “ ‘The liepard could nom the leafeon, even if he jerks off to his dictionary.’ ”
 
“A bit… unconventional, but I’ll allow it,” Rose replied, crossing her paws over her belly. The game was back in full swing and Malus was starting to settle, though each loud gurgle from her gut brought another wave of struggling and kicking. She simply patted her belly down, continuing to soothe it as it worked with the troublesome rebel inside of her.
 
“Oral,” Spice spoke up. “The most common type of vore.”
 
“And the only type I’ll be doing here, before you perverts get any ideas,” Rose smirked, leaving each of the three remaining students blushing and avoiding contact with each other. “Maybe next time I’ll allow for some more exciting punishments… that is, for the students who make it through to the next class.”
 
“Paunch,” Leaf said, leaning over the desk to admire the espeon’s new gut, “Malus sure is making a nice ‘paunch’ for Ms Blanche.”
 
“He is, isn’t he?” the espeon purred before turning her attention to Cyn. They both knew it, she had gotten one of the dud letters. There weren’t any vorish words starting with ‘Q,’ it seemed like it was just the luck of the draw… or lack thereof. The two males looked at each other as they realised it too, before turning their gaze to the shiny liepard.
 
“Quit,” Cyn replied with a huff, standing up from her desk and making her way towards the door. Keeping her tail high and proud as she walked and, whether knowingly or unknowingly, raising her skirt to reveal her ass as she did so. “I quit. This game is stupid, you’re not even teaching us anything.”
 
“Cynda Storge, you’re not allowed to leave until I tell you to,” the teacher snapped at her, trying her best to get back onto all four of her paws past her bulging belly. “You take one more step towards that door and I’ll-”
 
“You’ll what? Use your psychic like you did with my ex?” the liepard smirked, shaking her ass at the espeon as she showed off, “I’ve got news for you, teacher, I’m a dark type. Dark types aren’t affected by psychic type moves. You couldn’t hold me if you tried.”
 
Rose’s face froze in disbelief, this brat had actually managed to find a way around her predatory strategy, and worse yet she was rubbing it in her face. The liepard smirked at her expression, knowing it had just revealed her theory to be correct as she turned her attention to the nerdy leafeon and leaped up onto his desk in a single pounce. “So, if you don’t mind I’m going to have some brain food before I leave~”
 
“A-ah, Cyn!” the leafeon yelped as the feline’s maw came down over his head, engulfing it in one go. He pushed weakly at her chest, clearly not putting up much of a fight as she took her first gulp to drag him into her tight, wet throat. So this was it, he was going to be eaten by his girlfriend only ten minutes into their relationship. “Eating me won’t make you smarter, that’s not how food works!”
 
Of course his pleas fell on deaf ears, the liepard was keen to finish her meal. He could hear Spice’s voice through the sloshing and slurping of the walls around him, “Make sure you masticate him thoroughly~” he teased. The Leafeon closed his eyes, waiting for the gulp that would doom him… only to find himself spat back out into his chair, his top-half covered in drool and his shirt soaked, leaving his slim body visible as the white began to turn see-through.
 
Cyn was suspended in the air with the glow of Rose’s psychic energy around her. She kicked and struggled as she was brought over to the front desk and leaned over it, leaving her rear exposed to the espeon, “What the hell? How?!”
 
“I might not be able to grab you with my psychic, but I can certainly grab that slutty little outfit you’re wearing.” Rose grinned at her, tugging the dress down a little with her psychic to demonstrate. “Now, I believe I made myself clear on your situation. What are you, Cynda?”
 
“Fuck you, lady,” the liepard growled, only to have the ruler brought down over her voluptuous ass, causing it to bounce in response to the force. She let out a yowl at the smack before biting her lip, wiggling her hips to subtly beg for another, “I’m a fucking predator, that’s what I am.”
 
“Wrong. And that’s enough swearing,” Rose replied, giving her another firm slap with the ruler. Without giving her a chance to respond she gave her another, and another, each causing the liepard’s rear to bounce and jiggle for the two males as they watched her punishment unfold. “Now Cyn, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. When you’re in my classroom, you are my..?”
 
“Slut!” Cyn shouted back at her, only to get another firm strike to her ass, leaving her moaning out in bliss as her cheeks turned red. She had to admit, it was really starting to hurt, she hadn’t expected Rose to have learned so well. She collapsed against the desk, defeated and thoroughly tenderised. “F-fuck, alright, I’m prey… mhh… I-I’m your prey.”
 
“As is the rest of the class, as was your boyfriend, who I’d say is about ready for a romantic reunion~” The Espeon opened her mouth wide, “Now, how about you take off that silly uniform and go say hello to him?”
 
The Liepard turned around, blushing furiously at her public humiliation. She glared at the two males, warning them that she was still their leader and she would do things to both of them if they brought it up outside of the session. They continued to watch on, Leaf grinning and Spice’s tails wagged in excitement as she stripped off her dress and unbuttoned her shirt before shaking it off, tugging the tie off aggressively before tossing it to the pile of clothes on the floor.
 
“Bye Cyn… even if you’re a bad girl, I’m sure you’ll make a great meal~” Rose teased her, loving every moment of this. The liepard was a frisky, untamable dominatrix… and yet all it took was a little discipline to put her in her place. Cyn pressed her cheek against the gurgling gut, listening to it working on the persian inside. Her mind continued to search for a ‘Q’ word as she leaned up and pressed her head into the espeon’s open maw, giving in to her fate as prey.
 
From a single slurp, Rose could tell this was going to be a more pleasurable meal than before. Cyn’s fur had an excellent dark chocolate flavour to it, and unlike Malus she had taken the time to wash her fur before coming to the class. Instead of struggling or putting up a fight the liepard stroked along her belly, trying to push Malus away in order to make room for her when she arrived, though as the teacher took her first gulp the liepard’s forelegs were pinned to her sides.
 
As the upper half of her body lowered into the espeon’s maw, her lower half had no choice but to raise up, revealing her sore red rear to the two remaining students. Even with her reddish fur, the marks were noticeable enough that Leaf couldn’t help but wonder how she’d possibly hide them outside the Den. Spice was far more interested in the fallen uniform, his tails wagging as he wondered if it was his size.
 
Rose took another few short gulps, each pulling the liepard in a little deeper. Yellow spots and red fur disappeared into her muzzle, and her purring rumbled throughout the liepard’s body, complimenting her on being such a good meal. Cyn wiggled her hips to thank her, keeping her tail high throughout her descent into the fleshy interior of the espeon. Finally her head began to push into the pokemon’s stomach, and she had to shut her eyes to keep herself from being blinded by the sudden light of the persian’s gemstone.
 
“Ugh, how are you still alive?” the liepard muttered, wiggling her shoulders to try to get her forepaws free.
 
“She’s not a predator, Cyn. We’ve got all the time in the world,” Malus replied, shuffling back against the stomach wall to try to make some room for the newcomer, “You got stuck on ‘Q?’ Try ‘quench.’ Bitch.”
 
“I’m not the one who got stuck on ‘K,’ dumbass,” Cyn growled at him as she was shuffled further in. A strange scent caught her nose, one that couldn’t be the stomach juices or the potion that was making Rose’s stomach so stretchy, “Are you jerking off in here?”
 
“A little,” the Persian admitted, moving his hind legs a little closer together to conceal the forepaw between them.
 
“Dude, stop! I don’t want to see that!” Cyn yelled, another gulp lurching her forward and forcing her up against the Persian. She found herself held in place as the espeon’s maw wrapped around her rear, her teeth sinking into it just enough to leave a mark among all the ones left from her punishment. She bit her lip and panted, feeling as Rose’s tongue slurped between her legs and over her folds, “Hah… c-come on Blanche, just end it already…” she moaned.
 
“I’ll be done in two seconds,” Malus reassured her. “If you want, you can help by sitting on it.”
 
“You know what? …I could actually go for sitting on a dick right about now,” the Liepard smirked. The espeon gave one last swallow to drag the liepard’s curvy ass down her throat, and as it entered the stomach Cyn turned herself around. As the rest of her was dropped into the gut she landed with her rear planted squarely on Malus’ face. “Aah… I was hoping I’d find something soft to sit on after that, my butt really needs it.”
 
“Mmphh!” Malus complained, struggling beneath her. The Liepard smirked, holding herself in place as she grinded her sore rump against his cool gemstone. She’d be feeling better in no time.
 
Rose let out a dark chocolate flavoured belch before licking her lips. “Two down, two to go… I wonder if either of you will be able to make it through to the end of the class. I still have room for more~” she teased them. Her gut was now twice her size, and she had to use her paws to push it down in order to see over it. Fortunately the final two students were both easily grab-able by her psychic, so she didn’t have to move at all.
 
“Now, whose- Ururrp!” she belched before covering her mouth, “Mmph, they’re really going at it in there… excuse me. Now, whose turn was it?”
 
“I-It was mine, with R.” Spice gulped. “Let’s see… umm…”
 
‘Grrrggggllllle,’ the stomach seemed to have an answer for the Ninetales. As he watched the squirming bulge of the two pokemon inside it, he could only blush and curl his tails nervously, “R-rumble, of course.”
 
“Stomach.” Leaf replied quickly.
 
“Taste!” Spice near-shouted, determined not to lose.
 
“Uhh…” the Leafeon blinked. Oh no, the teacher was looking right at him. He could feel her psychic energy moving around him. He became weightless, lifted a few inches out of his seat as the Espeon’s maw opened wide to accept him. He could see her pink tongue reaching out towards him, the dark throat and her dangling...
 
“UVULA!” he yelped, catching the other two pokemon off guard. Rose dropped him back in his seat and smiled, giving him a little wink as a warning of how close he was before turning her attention back onto Spice.
 
“Hmph,” Spice grumbled as his victory was snatched away from him at the last second. “Vore, of course,” he grinned, glad to have an easy one… Now he had time to think of his next word, if Leaf was going to get W he would have to find a word for... his purple eyes widened in alarm. “Oh.”
 
“No, Spice. Not ‘O.’ W is what comes after V,” Rose purred to him before smiling to the Leafeon, “What have you got for W, Parsley?”
 
“Weight.” The Leafeon smiled awkwardly. “Speaking of which, it looks like you’re going to have a lot to get through. I could brew you something to increase your metabolism and help speed up your digestion if you’d like.”
 
“Oh, that’s very sweet of you, Leaf.” The espeon smiled, her stomach gurgling and groaning in agreement with the plan. She then turned to Spice, “Well, Mr Blaise. I suppose it’s time you put your skills to the test… tell me, what vorish word do you have that begins with ‘X?’ ”
 
“Th-that is, um… well…” he gulped nervously, “The thing is…” he stuttered, watching as the two eeveelutions grinned at him. His tails twitched nervously as his mind raced. There had to be something, why did he have to get stuck with X?! His eyes darted around the room for any clues. Finally he gave a defeated sigh, “Oh, just eat me. It’s about time you had a decent meal anyway after eating junk food all night.”
 
“Mmph!” Malus and Cyn shouted in unison, kicking the stomach walls as the bulges of their heads perked up at the insult. Rose simply smiled, putting one paw on each and pushing them back down into the bulging mass of her belly. The espeon grinned, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes. “I suppose you’d rather not share a gut with those two, would you Spice?”
 
“Of course not, I refuse to share a stomach with anyone,” Spice huffed, turning his nose up at the thought and curling his tails to show off his effeminate form. “If I’m to be a prey, I’m not going to be part of a series of dishes. I am gourmet, and I won’t allow my perfect flavour to be ruined by other pokemon!”
 
“Well then, I have a proposition for you,” Rose replied as she used her psychic to take the Minun berry from the desk. She hovered it over to him and dropped it in his paws. “Eat this berry, and you’ll be eaten by Leaf. It’ll be much faster since you’ll be tiny, and you’ll have a stomach to yourself.” The espeon purred as she rubbed over her gut, revealing the faint glow of Malus’ gemstone through her fat, “Of course, if you’d rather be a bad boy and join the others in ‘detention,’ then just step up and we’ll get you back to your friends.”
 
“Ugh.” Spice grimaced, finding himself struggling to choose which was worse; to be eaten by the most preyish leafeon in Clearspring, or to share a stomach with two wild felines who would no doubt try to eat him as soon as he got inside. Finally he rolled his eyes and turned to the leafeon, who grinned excitedly and swished his tail behind him. Reluctantly the ninetales tossed the berry into his maw and chewed it before swallowing; as expected he shrank down to the size of the berry itself, and was caught in Rose’s psychic as his blazer, shirt and tie fell onto his chair in a pile.
 
“Good, I wanted to give Leaf a reward for being the brightest student in my class.” Rose beamed in excitement as she hovered the ninetales over to the leafeon, who continued to watch excitedly as he sat up in his chair. “Though I suppose with you gone, he’ll be the -only- student in my class now.”
 
“Sorry Spice, teacher’s orders,” the leafeon replied before opening his maw wide, revealing his soft pink tongue and the drool dripping off his perfect white teeth. Spice struggled in the psychic grip, wondering if it was too late to change his mind and take his chances in the teacher’s belly. “You could have tried Xylem, it’s the part of the plant that conducts water in the roots and stems. Not exactly vorish, but some grass-type pokemon use them so-”
 
“Xylem! That was it! That was on the tip of my tongue!” Spice yelled out to Rose, who simply lowered him onto the tip of the leafeon’s. The ninetales’ paws grabbed at the top jaw, trying to keep it from closing him as his tails flailed in a flurry, “I-I knew that one all along, Ms Blanche, Xylem!”
 
Slurrp. With a single lick the leafeon dragged the ninetales into his maw with his tongue. He sat back in his chair, sucking on the fox like a piece of candy before pushing him into his cheek so he could talk. “Oh shut up, Spice,” he drooled over him. “There are some contests you just can’t win… you’ve got your Beauty, but Cleverness will always be my forte.”
 
“Mmph!” the ninetales spluttered as the tongue assaulted him from every angle. It ran over his face and chest, slurped his underbelly and between his legs and left his tails matted with saliva. The tongue turned him around, forcing him to stare into the throat as it rippled before him, swallowing the drool the leafeon had produced on the spicy snack.
 
The ninetales’ tails pushed their way between the leafeon’s lips, wagging furiously as the rest of the fire-type tried to follow them. The doctor chuckled at the display and used a single digit of his paw to tickle them before tilting his head back, leaving the ninetales dangling over his throat with only his tails keeping him from falling into it.
 
The leafeon took a big gulp, showing the ninetales what he was in for as he continued to hold him in place. He could hear the nervous whimper inside him, the feeling of the spicy paws pressing against his tongue and slipping as they tried to find anything to hold onto.
 
Slrrrrrrrp. Spice’s tails came loose from the leafeon’s lips, and he was left tumbling into the throat. The grass type took a second gulp just as he hit his uvula, feeling the squirming bulge of the ninetales in his throat rapidly moving down, his tails rubbing pleasantly as they went. He breathed out a contented sigh, finally opening his eyes as the ninetales slid into his stomach.
 
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” the leafeon panted, patting his gut with his paw as he felt the wriggling pokemon inside. “Thank you, Blanche. I don't know how I’m ever going to repay you for this, this has been the best night of my life.”
 
“Mmhm,” the espeon agreed, swallowing two reviver seeds for her prey and offering one to the leafeon. He swallowed it eagerly, unsure of how Spice would fare against his stomach at his current size. “You know, you still have to finish the alphabet.”
 
“Yummy and Zesty.” the leafeon replied before letting out a belch of stale, spicy air. “Both words I’d use to describe Spice.”
 
“Cute… well Parsley, I’m impressed. You’re the last student standing.” The teacher chuckled as she got up, her stomach sloshing gently with the two pokemon inside her. Once again the leafeon felt himself being lifted out of his chair by the psychic, except that this time he was left hovering in the air. “...Lightning round~”
 
“W-wait, what?!”
 
The leafeon barely had time to yell as he was pulled through the air towards the espeon teacher. “You’ve got to do it again before you reach me, and no repeating words you used before, my little A student~”
 
“U-uh, Appetiser!” the leafeon began, kicking in the air as he felt some of the energy drag his shirt off of him and drop it on the floor. “Burp, Crunch, Dinner, Edible, Fat-”
 
“Already used fat~” the espeon chimed in a sing-song tone, increasing the speed the leafeon was moving towards her. The leafeon had gone from five feet to three feet in a matter of seconds, her jaws opened wide to accept his legs as they neared her.
 
“U-uh, Food! Gut! H-” the leafeon stammered, he could feel his toes being assaulted by the tongue as his paws disappeared into the espeon’s mouth, “Eheh… help?” he smiled awkwardly. The espeon answered with a single gulp, dragging him in up to his waist. The leafeon let out a sudden moan as the tongue brushed over his member, leaving the espeon blushing in surprise as she suddenly released what the smooth, hard surface she accidentally licked could have been.
 
She swallowed quickly, dragging the leafeon’s rear and shaft into her throat so she wouldn’t have to deal with it. She was sure Cyn would be able to take care of it when he arrived. The leafeon began to try to pull himself back up, placing his paws on her muzzle to prevent himself from being lowered further. “N-now, Ms Blanche, we really should discuss this formula, I need to know if you’re allergic to any-”
 
GLLRK! The loud swallow left the Leafeon moaning out as his paws failed to overpower the strength of the predator’s throat. He slipped in up to his chest, leaving only his head and forepaws still outside the espeon’s mouth as he awkwardly tried to grab anything to pull himself back out, “Y-you know, technically speaking ‘Hunger’ and ‘Hungry’ aren’t the same word,” the leafeon pointed out, his back legs kicking about in the stomach as they began to enter it.
 
“Mmh?” Rose asked, giving him the opportunity to finish her test before she finished swallowing him. She could hear her stomach growling and grumbling, but she soothed it with a gentle rub on either side with her paws. Her poor belly had had a real workout, it didn’t need to push itself so far.
 
“...Heh, can I skip K?” the doctor chuckled nervously.
 
Glrrp. His answer came as the espeon swallowed him whole, closing her mouth as his leafy ears trailed down her throat. She rubbed the bulge of his head with her paws as it slipped down and disappeared behind her rib cage. She breathed out a satisfied sigh as he dropped into her stomach before letting out a mint-scented belch. “Mmm… class dismissed~” she chuckled, before swallowing down a final reviver seed and rubbing the new bulges with her paws. “I must say, you were all wonderful meals. I hope we can do this again soon~”
 
“Heh, that makes two of us.” Cyn replied, leaning back against the stomach wall as she looked over at the new visitor, “So, where’s Spice? Did he beat you?”
 
“Actually, no. He lost and I got to eat him,” Leaf said, leaning back and show off the slight bulge in his belly. The ninetales was still wriggling around like he had a chance to escape. The leafeon smiled nervously as he shuffled his rear, “O-oh my, I think I’m sitting on a reviver seed.”
 
“That’s… not a reviver seed.” Malus winced. A gentle thrust from beneath him was enough to turn the leafeon’s face crimson, though he didn’t seem to move off it. After a couple of moments of nothing but the stomach gurgling around them, the persian’s paw swiped up at him. “...Get off my dick, fag!”
 
“A-ah, sorry!” Leaf gasped, quickly shuffling forward and collapsing against Cyn, who moaned as the weight of the leafeon pushed her rear further down over Malus’ face, leaving his muzzle firmly locked between her cheeks. The leafeon blushed up at the liepard, “Oh, I’m sorry. Should I move again?”
 
“No, this is perfect…” Cyn purred, wrapping her paws around Leaf and holding him close as she grinded her rear against the trapped Persian’s face. The two cuddled there while the espeon’s belly gurgled and growled around them, the espeon herself having fallen asleep shortly after eating the leafeon.
 
What followed for Rose was a routine of waking up to her noisy gut, seeing the progress it had made and falling asleep again after giving it a few gentle rubs of encouragement. Cyn had warned her how long it would take to digest four entire pokemon, and though she had made things somewhat easier by shrinking Spice she still needed time to work on the other three. By the next morning all her students were an unrecognisable pile of mush, sloshing around in her gut every time she took a step. It was clear she would be staying at the Den for the weekend, she was just glad she had decided to host the session on a Friday night so she wouldn’t have to walk into work looking like she had eaten half the town.
 
Some time after she had ‘released’ the seeds, she started to get visits from her former students and current pudge. Leaf brought by the potion he had offered to make her, and it certainly increased the rate at which the pokemon’s remains were converted into fat. Somehow the leafeon still hadn’t figured out her true identity, he had even asked if she’d want to go out on a date sometime. She froze up, and he left before things got awkward, though as he was leaving she commented that she’d eat him anytime though. That certainly seemed to put a spring in his step.
 
Cyn came by to ask if she wanted to make the event a regular thing, but Rose simply shook her head and said she was too full to think about eating even more right now. Cyn commented on how impressed she was, but that she had a few pointers for her when it came to punishment… Rose spent Saturday night with a butt as red as her gemstone, and Cyn winking at her every time they crossed paths in the hallway.
 
Malus came by Sunday morning to help her work the fat into muscle, teaching her how to stretch and jog in a way that would get it where she wanted to go. By the time the cat was done with her she had a bubble butt that could rival Spice’s, and she couldn’t help but feel proud at how it jiggled with each step she took. As Malus pointed out she’d need to eat prey regularly in order to keep it, she offered to let him take a picture to remember it by… being a predator had been fun, but she much preferred to be on the receiving end. She also turned down his offer of giving her ‘the D.’ Students shouldn’t sleep with their teachers, after all.
 
Sunday night rolled around and she knew it was time to leave. Despite spending a weekend with the white fur dye, Blanche was looking like her old self, other than a few new curves that she was sure she’d lose if she kept up her exercising. She made her way into the classroom set-up to get one last look at it before they took it down. She found herself at a loss for words when she found Spice there, posing and looking at himself in the mirror while dressed in Cyn’s schoolgirl uniform. They both agreed that it suited him, and also to never tell anyone.
 
Rose had fond memories of the weekend, and often remembered devouring the members of the Winners whenever she was alone and had an empty stomach. She had come a long way from her days of curling up in a red velvet sleeping bag and listening to stomach sounds on a cassette player… and as she closed her eyes to fall asleep, she wondered where her adventures as Roux Blanche would take her next… whatever she decided to try next, she knew she could always count on the Den to provide her the resources to experiment… and she could count on her friends to be her test subjects~