Fairy Food
 
The Leafeon scoped out his target from his hidden corner of the library, using his book to conceal his face. The Sylveon had been there all day, quietly reading whatever it was intellectuals busied themselves with in Clearspring. Every now and then he’d reach his paw down and scratch at his gut, causing it to wobble momentarily before returning to its sagging position under the table.
 
Leaf wasn’t sure when his interests in Solomon had began, but they had been rapidly increasing lately. He had been witness to the Sylveon’s appetite twice; the first time was at the library, a Krokorok had been bothering him while he was trying to read. Solomon resolved the situation by getting the bully to eat a Minun berry, and then devouring him while he was shrunken. The Sylveon likely thought he had made it out without any witnesses, but the doctor had seen everything, it was a scene that played over and over in his head, even when he slept. To be lifted to the Sylveon’s maw and tossed in like a piece of candy had become a peculiar fantasy.
 
For a while that was all it had been, a fantasy of being a few inches tall and being discovered by the hungry Sylveon, every time they spoke he found himself imagining what it would be like to be pinned to the roof of his mouth by his tongue, to be slurped and tasted like a piece of candy, and finally swallowed down to that roomy stomach. He continued to keep an eye on Solomon, waiting to see if Clearspring would convince him to let his predatory side free, but it seemed that the situation with the Krokorok had been a one-time deal, an impulsive decision made in a fleeting moment… it wasn’t something that Solomon would want to do again.
 
That was until he had been having dinner at the cafe, enjoying a fresh green leaf salad as he winded down from a day of adventuring. Spice and Rose had walked in, followed shortly by Kalsea and Solomon. He decided to listen in for a while, making sure that his step-sister wasn’t in any danger from the Ninetales… not that he didn’t trust him, of course. He just always thought Rose could do better than the pompous ‘Hero of Clearspring’.
 
After Rose and Kalsea had left the conversation between the two males became heated, and for a moment Leaf wondered whether he would need to step in and do something. That was when Solomon bound the Ninetales with his ribbons and dragged him over the table, devouring him right in the middle of the Cafe. The Leafeon’s heart had beat rapidly at the sight, his paws shuffling under the table as he watched the predator at work. The Sylveon’s gut had been even larger than him by the time he was done with the fussy Ninetales… a sight which had never once crossed the Leafeon’s mind before, or left it since.
 
All of a sudden his nightly fantasies shifted from being shrunken to being grabbed by the ribbons and dragged into the darkness, pinned under the Sylveon’s rotund belly and taunted about his fate. The feeling of Solomon’s hot breath over his face, his broad tongue slurping over him as he swallowed him inch by inch, until finally he was added to that fat belly, that perfect paunch. The Leafeon let out a dreamy sigh, a blush crossing his muzzle as he watched the Sylveon from across the library. It was about time he turned his dreams into a reality… but first he was going to have to do something he didn’t want to.
 
He had considered the previous events that Solomon had devoured someone. The Krokorok had annoyed him while he was trying to read, and Spice had annoyed him while he was trying to go on a double date with Kalsea. In both scenarios he had devoured his prey after they had irritated him. Leaf didn’t see himself as an annoying Pokemon, the idea of purposefully hurting someone else’s feelings was entirely foreign to him. But he knew it was his only way in, the only way he would be able to experience what the other two had. He took a deep breath and made his way over. [i]’Okay Leaf, just pretend you’re Malus. How hard could it be?’[/i]
 
The Leafeon stood at the side of the Sylveon’s table, trying desperately to keep his eyes above Solomon’s gut. He cleared his throat to get his attention, “Uh, sup… nerd..?” the doctor mumbled. He had wondered if the Sylveon had even heard him, he bit his lip and tried again, “Hey, N-nerd. I’m talking to you.” he added, louder than before.
 
“...excuse me?” Solomon looked up from his book, lowering it slightly as his sky blue eyes locked onto the Leafeon’s.
 
“Y-you heard me. You, uh, book… reader. You’re reading books.” the Leafeon continued, his face wavering into a smirk as he pushed the Sylveon lightly with his paw, so gently Solomon didn’t even flinch, “Like a… nerd. You’re so nerdy, Solomon. Ha, egghead.”
 
The Sylveon blinked slowly, seemingly unphased by the rather confusing and vague insults. “...Oookay.” Solomon responded finally, his eyes drifting back to his book as he turned to the next page.
 
“What are you reading? ‘How to be Prey’?” the Leafeon continued, putting his paws on the table and leaning in to block the Sylveon’s view, “Nah, you wouldn’t be reading that. After all, you wrote it!” he smirked. Years he spent being bullied as a child had given him plenty of material to use, “Or are you researching so you can finally write it? Maybe you ought to g-get in my belly and study it.”
 
“Whatever you’re doing, please stop, Leaf.” the Sylveon grumbled, pushing the Leafeon aside effortlessly with his ribbon as his ears folded back, “Besides, haven’t you explored more stomachs than Mystery Dungeons by this point?”
 
The Leafeon’s confidence faltered at that, his smirk wavering as he landed on his rear. He could see Solomon’s bulging belly under the table, for a moment he almost thought he heard it gurgle hungrily. He knew he was close, he just needed to find a way to drive it home. Something that would really get on the Sylveon’s nerves.
 
He got back to his feet, his eyes narrowing on the front cover of the book Solomon had in his paws. ‘Ashes to Absols: Journey to the Stars’; It was a science-fiction novel he had read so many times before, but from the way Solomon’s eyes scanned the page he could tell it was his first time. He bit his lip as an idea entered his mind, though wondered whether he could really do something so cruel.
 
[i]‘Grrgggl’[/i]. The sound drew Leaf’s attention back to the Sylveon’s stomach. He gulped, then nodded in determination as he slammed his paws down on the table, getting Solomon’s attention. “Metalhorn betrays everyone!” he shouted, “He’s working with the Alliance to find the Galacticus base and finally bring down the rebellion!”
 
“Wh-... what?” Solomon blinked at the suddenness. He looked bewildered, confused, everything someone who had their book ruined for them would be. The Sylveon’s eyes narrowed on him, his confusion replaced with aggravation, “Did you just--”
 
“The heart necklace that he gave the Commander in the fourth chapter? That was just a homing device so the Alliance could track her across the galaxy,” the Leafeon told him, an evil smirk crossing his muzzle, “Oh, have you not gotten to that part yet? Hope I didn’t spoil it for you, Solomon. Oh boy, I [i]really[/i] need someone to teach me a lesson, huh?” he snickered, leaning in and flicking the Sylveon’s nose with his tail ,”Shame there’s no one around here to do that. I guess I’ll just have to keep ruining the story for you. I mean, unless you can find some way to get me to shut up.” he added, eying the Pokemon’s belly with concealed excitement.
 
The Sylveon was fuming, his glare burning a hole into the Leafeon’s forehead. Leaf began to wonder whether he had gone too far, he opened his mouth to apologise only for Solomon to roll his eyes and sit back in his chair, “I knew all that, it happened in the first book.”
 
“Huh?” the Leafeon blinked. His eyes drifted further down the spine, seeing what the Sylveon’s paw had been concealing before, a golden ‘2’ near the bottom of the book. The doctor’s face dropped into its usual nervous grin, “Oh, heh… so that’s the second one in the series? I haven’t read it.”
 
“You’d like it, the medic gets eaten by a space worm.” the Sylveon noted, flipping to the next page as he finished the previous one, “It’s very descriptive, I’d say there’s a good four and a half pages about him being in a stomach while the team rescues him. It’s not very accurate though, you wouldn’t hear a belch in space. Somehow I don’t think the author did their research when they wrote these books.”
 
“Heh, oh, yeah... They’re kind of dumb.” the Leafeon smiled awkwardly. It seemed his plan had backfired spectacularly, and now the Sylveon had gotten him daydreaming about being eaten by aliens. He shook his head and scoffed, trying to get back into character, “Speaking of eating, you shouldn’t be here.” he smirked, gesturing to a sign on the wall with his paw. Solomon’s eyes trailed to it boredly.
 
“No food or drink,” the Sylveon read it in a monotone voice. He stayed quiet for a moment as Leaf beamed at him, waiting for his reaction. Solomon raised an eyebrow and looked down at the Leafeon sitting on the floor beside his table, “Ah, yes. You’re saying that I’m ‘food’, so the sign is banning me from the library. Very original.”
 
“Y-yeah,” the Leafeon choked, trying his best to puff out his chest and look as confident as possible, “How does that make you feel, nerd? You feel like getting in a stomach now?”
 
“Actually it makes me feel like putting something in mine,” the Sylveon replied, slamming the book shut as he loomed over the Leafeon. The doctor leaned up, his tail wagging discreetly behind him as he tried to not look too excited about the turn of events. All Solomon had to do was open his jaws and his head would be right inside of them. He stared longingly at his closed muzzle, awaiting the sight of his wide open maw.
 
The Sylveon’s ribbon pushed him to one side and Solomon climbed out of his chair, not even looking at him as he went despite the side of his gut pressing firmly against the Leafeon’s face as he passed him. “I suppose it’s about lunch time anyway, I wonder what the Cafe is serving?” he thought out loud as he walked away, putting the book into his bag as he went.
 
The Leafeon breathed out a sigh of frustration, his ears folding back as he got to his feet. “Damn, so close.” he muttered. The Sylveon had been close to breaking, he had practically been drooling before he left. The doctor wasn’t about to give up, but as he moved to march towards the door he felt a hand on his shoulder.
 
“Doctor Leaf,” The Slowking spoke lowly as the Leafeon turned to face him, “I do hope you weren’t hassling Solomon. The two of us are good friends, you know.”
 
“Oh, no. I’m sorry, Sherman. I wasn’t harassing him. H-heh, I mean, I was, but not…” Leaf gulped, opting to start over instead of continue on with his rambling, “It’s complicated. I can’t really explain it.”
 
“Hmm…” Sherman nodded thoughtfully, his arms crossing over his pudgy gut. “You know…” he began, not seeming to notice the Leafeon’s eyes drifting towards his stomach as he talked, “Whatever you need from Solomon… I’m sure I can help you with just as well.”
 
The stomach growled loudly, making Leaf jump and blush at the suddenness of the sound. Sherman reached a hand down, idly rubbing it over his paunch as he spoke, “So, if you ever need something from Solomon… maybe you ought to come to me first? I’m sure I can… meet your requirements.”
 
“Haaah…” the Leafeon breathed out, the sound seemed to cross a laugh with a moan. The Slowking smile, patted him on the head, and returned to organising the books. The doctor watched his gut until he finally moved around a bookshelf and out of sight. [i]’Oh great, that’s just what I needed today. More predcrushes.’[/i] the Leafeon thought to himself as he quickly made his way out of the library and after the Sylveon. [i]’Let’s just focus on Solomon for now.’[/i]
 
 
* * *
 
 
The cafe door swung open as the Leafeon entered, struggling to catch his breath. He had run as quickly as his four paws could carry him, determined to beat the Sylveon to the Cafe. He turned and rested back against the counter, trying to look as casual as possible as the door opened and Solomon stepped inside, his gut swaying gently with each step he took.
 
“Oh hey, hff, Solomon, hfff, didn’t, hff, think you’d come, here…” Leaf panted, struggling to keep himself upright as he leaned against the counter.
 
“I just said this was where I was going for lunch,” Solomon replied incredulously. With a shrug he plodded up and stood next to the Leafeon at the counter, peering over it as a Delcatty stepped out of the kitchen and moved behind the counter.
 
“Hey Solomon, Leafy, good to see you guys,” the Delcatty beamed excitedly, “You guys sitting together?”
 
“Yes!” “No.”
 
The two eeveelutions looked at each other as they answered in unison. Solomon narrowed his eyes at the Leafeon before turning his attention back to the Delcatty, “I will not be dining with Doctor Parsley Leaf, I’ll be on a table by myself.”
 
“M-me too, obviously.” the Leafeon cleared his throat. The fact that the Sylveon had used his full name made him realise just how close he was to snapping, it gave Leaf hope that he’d soon get what he had been after.
 
“Heh, well alrighty then! No problem,” Evan smiled obliviously at the two of them, “What do you guys want? We’ve got strawberry cheesecake in today!”
 
“Cheesecake?” The Sylveon blinked, his stomach rumbling a little at the word. His eyes drifted to the plate as Evan gestured to it, revealing the four slices of cheesecake left, the tops of each covered in a strawberry sauce. Solomon smiled approvingly, “Hmm, that sounds quite good actually. I’ll have--”
 
“I’ll take four slices of cheesecake,” the Leafeon spoke up, raising his paw to get Evan’s attention. The two Pokemon stared at him in disbelief, and the doctor smiled awkwardly as he fidgeted with his labcoat, “I’ve uh, got a big appetite today.”
 
“No kidding. That’s like, [i]all[/i] the cheesecake we have,” the Delcatty replied as he reached over to the plate and moved it to the counter. Leaf could see the longing look in Solomon’s eyes as the cake was placed in front of the Leafeon. “But I guess if that’s what you want it’ll be 200P. What do you want, Solomon?”
 
The Sylveon frowned, though as the Leafeon continued to smirk at him he shook his head and rolled his eyes, pointing at one of the many cupcakes behind the glass cabinet, “I’ll just have a cup-”
 
“And a cupcake!” Leaf added quickly, pointing his paw at the same cupcake. Solomon shifted his paw to another, but the Leafeon just continued to follow it. He grinned tauntingly over at the Sylveon as their paws rapidly moved in unison, pointing out various cupcakes until finally the Leafeon decided it was time to end the game, “As many as you have, whatever kind you have. I’m going to eat all of them.”
 
“You’re really going to eat them all? We’ve got like twenty different cupcakes made today!” the Delcatty blinked at the size of the order, especially coming from the skinny Grass-type, “It’s going to be really expensive too, Doc. Are you sure?”
 
“Well, it’s not as though this fairy cake needs anymore sweets, right?” the Leafeon smirked, noting the way Solomon was glaring at him. It was the same glare he had given Spice right before he ate him, there was no way he was going to avoid his urges this time. Leaf wiggled his hips, bringing his face as close to the Sylveon’s as he could as he gazed into his eyes.
 
Solomon took a step back, and the Leafeon ‘tripped’, landing on his back at the Sylveon’s feet. The top of his head pressed against his bouncy gut as he laid on his back, his paws at his front as he made himself look as appetising as possible, “Looks like someone’s going to have to eat a salad, huh fatty?”
 
“Salad is starting to sound pretty good,” the Sylveon grumbled through gritted teeth, his ribbons raising high behind him as his nose pressed to the Leafeon’s. This was it, his jaws were going to open and he was going to get eaten right in the middle of the cafe with Evan watching, maybe he’d even have the cheesecake slices for dessert and fill his stomach with treats for how the Leafeon had treated him. He shut his eyes tightly, barely able to keep himself from grinning and wagging his tail at his predicament.
 
“...Which would you recommend, Evan?”
 
The Leafeon opened his eyes, blinking in confusion as he looked up. The Sylveon had his back turned to him, staring up at the menu as the Delcatty tapped his chin. “I think our garden salad is pretty good,” Evan replied, “I mean, I could whip up a small plate for you if you want to try it before you buy.”
 
“Sounds good, I’ll be at my table,” the Sylveon nodded, stepping past the Leafeon once more. He flicked his ears back, his stomach grumbling at his fellow eeveelution as he passed him by, “Thank you, Doctor. I suppose I really ought to drop some of this winter weight, shouldn’t I?”
 
“You’re… uh… welcome.” the Leafeon replied, letting out a sigh as the Sylveon took a seat at one of the tables, his chair creaking lowly as he sat down. Just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse he heard the bell from the counter behind him, and he looked up to find a large stack of cupcakes on one plate, and the four slices of cheesecake on the other.
 
“That’ll be 1000P,” Evan smiled down at him, “Enjoy your meal, Doc!”
 
Before the Leafeon could reply the precariously balanced pile of cupcakes finally toppled, leaving cakes raining down on him one after the other, splatting his fur with cream and sprinkles and leaving his labcoat stained in various colours of icing and powdered sugar. He looked up just in time for the final one to land directly on his forehead, splattering his face with mint-green icing.
 
He could hear Solomon snickering from his table, though as Leaf looked over at him, he quickly glanced away again, his ears flicking back as he grumbled. Evan gasped and made his way around the counter, “Oh man, I’m really sorry, Leafy. I thought I had balanced those better.”
 
“It’s fine, really,” the Leafeon chuckled as he stumbled to his feet, accidentally stepping in a cupcake with his forepaw as he did so. He frowned and licked it off with his tongue, “Mmm, chocolate…”
 
“I’d better clean this mess up, Symond’s going to be so mad at me,” the Delcatty sighed, “At least your cheesecake made it. It’s on the house, I can’t really charge you after assaulting you with cake, can I?”
 
 “It’s fine, Evan. I’ll pay for everything, really,” the Leafeon insisted, reaching into the pocket of his coat only to find it filled with the strawberry jam filling of one of the cupcakes. He grimaced and reached into the other, taking out what he owed the Pokemon before wandering over to Solomon’s table with the cheesecake. As he got closer he noticed the Sylveon’s nose twitching, and the familiar sound of drool being swallowed. Now that he was covered in cake frosting the Leafeon probably looked quite appetising, it was time to seal the deal.
 
“What are you doing, Leaf?” Solomon sighed, “I wanted to sit alone, remember?”
 
“I know, I just wanted to make sure you actually ate the salad rather than sneaking some pie when I wasn’t looking,” Leaf replied as he sat down across from him, putting the cheesecake between them. He took one of the slices and shoved it into his muzzle, getting most of it around the outside before wiping the remainder over his chest, making it clear just how covered in cream his fur was. “Mmmm, delicious~”
 
“You’ve been acting very strangely all day today, Leaf,” the Sylveon narrowed his eyes on him, “All this antagonising and baiting isn’t like you at all. You’re an intellectual, and a caring Pokemon--”
 
“Uuurrrp!” the Leafeon belched loudly, cutting the Sylveon’s thought short as he patted his stomach, “I just get so hungry for cake, don’t you, Solomon? In fact, just about anything sweet will do when I find myself craving something sugary.” the Leafeon licked his lips before opening his muzzle and pushing in the next slice of cheesecake. “I’m going to be stuffed after this, but it’ll be so worth it.”
 
“I’m sure it’s very good, as will my salad be when it’s done,” Solomon replied with a frown. He paw began to tap on the table impatiently as the Leafeon moved onto his next slice, slurping off the strawberry sauce coating the top before eating the cake in small, teasing bites. Letting out pleased ‘mmm’s with each gulp he took. “Will you please stop that? It’s quite distracting.”
 
“Or what? Are you going to break your diet, Solomon?” Leaf replied, leaning over the table to the point where he was practically laying on top of it, as though he were the dish Solomon had ordered. The Sylveon was glaring down at him, an expression of disgust and anger crossing his face. His ribbons twitched, his ears fell back, and his stomach let out a loud roar, demanding to be fed. “Shame I already ate all the good stuff, huh? Looks like you’re going to have to find something else to… to…”
 
A pang of guilt tugged at the Leafeon’s heart as he looked up at the frustrated face of his friend, and his ears wilted in realisation of what he had put him through today. “...what am I doing?” he muttered, “This is… this is really bothering you, isn’t it?”
 
“An astute observation, doctor, and an even better question to go along with it. What [b]are[/b] you doing?” Solomon snapped as he pushed his chair away and got up, causing the Leafeon to roll off the table as he tried to reach out and apologise to him. “Because it seems to me like you’ve dedicated most of your time today towards bothering me. Please find some other way to alleviate your boredom, something that keeps you as far from me as possible.”
 
“Wh-what? Wait, Solomon!” the Leafeon gasped, stumbling to his feet as the Sylveon stomped towards the front door, “This isn’t what I wanted at all, I was just trying to--”
 
The door slammed, the bell attached to it ringing loudly to announce that it had been used. The Leafeon sat back on his haunches, breathing out a sigh as his ears lowered, the icing that had been balancing on them finally sliding down and dropping either side of him.
 
He had gone too far with his plan and allowed his desires to get the better of him, but he knew there was still a chance if he could explain himself. He bolted out the door, only to stumble to avoid a Glaceon and collapse onto the grass, “Oof!”
 
“Hey Doc, where’s the fire?” the Glaceon blinked, “Or… patient I guess.”
 
“Kalsea, I need to find Solomon,” Leaf explained hurriedly as he got to his feet, shaking himself to get the grass and icing off of his labcoat, “I made a huge mistake. I’ve spent most of the day trying to get him to eat me, but now I think he might hate me.”
 
“Eat you, huh?” Kalsea tilted her head, only to shake her head with a smile, “Don’t worry, I think I’ve got an idea. You go clean up and meet me at the inn in an hour or so.”
 
“Really?” The Leafeon gasped, “Are you sure? Oh, thank you, Kalsea. I’ll see you soon!”
 
The Glaceon watched as the Leafeon ran off towards the northern edge of the town, on his way to his Rescue Team’s headquarters if she had to hazard a guess. A mischievous grin crossed her muzzle as she sauntered off towards the inn. She had planned to stop in at the cafe and get a smoothie, but this seemed like it would be way more fun.
 
* * *
 
 
The Sylveon laid on his side on the bed, quietly reading the book he had borrowed from the library. His ears perked as he heard a knock on the door, “Who is it?”
 
“Room service,” the familiar voice called back. Solomon sat up as the door opened, revealing his Glaceon mate as she dragged a large cart into the room, completely with a plate with a silver dish on top. “Hope you’re hungry.”
 
“You have no idea,” Solomon sighed as he put the book to one side. He reached out with a ribbon and lifted the dish as Kalsea closed the door, his ears flattening as his meal was revealed. The Leafeon laid on his side on a bed of salad, his labcoat removed, and an apple shoved in his mouth to keep him from talking. His exposed side had a message written in salad dressing dripping through his fur; ‘I’m Sorry’.
 
“...I don’t think they cooked it enough.” he commented dryly as he put the dish to one side.
 
“Sugarsnap,” Kalsea chuckled, hopping up onto the bed alongside the Sylveon and nuzzling his cheek, “Come on, give him a chance. He just wanted to see what it was like inside Fort Marshmallow~” she grinned, prodding at his belly with her paw. “Can you blame him?”
 
“I can blame him for having a bath before he came here, he was a lot more appetising when he was covered in cake,” Solomon replied, a little grin appearing on his muzzle. The Leafeon’s eyes widened in surprise, and the Sylveon smirked as he leaned down, “Oh, don’t act so surprised. You weren’t exactly subtle with all your teasing, you might as well have waited for me to yawn and then launched yourself into my mouth.”
 
The Leafeon moved to spit out the apple and respond, but Solomon quickly moved his paw to hold it in place, “I think that better stay in, Leaf. It’s one of my five a day after all,” The Sylveon grinned. Finally Leaf was seeing the dominant side of Solomon, the beast he had been poking at all day to try to get it to emerge. The Sylveon licked his lips as he dragged the cart to his bed, and Kalsea deftly tied a napkin around his neck, “What do you think, Kalsea? Head first or feet first?”
 
“I’m thinking head first,” The Glaceon replied, running her paw over the Leafeon’s head before trailing it down over his body, “Slurp up that leafy tail at the end, it tastes like mint so it’ll be a great way to freshen your breath~”
 
“I suppose that makes sense. Well doctor, I suppose it’s time you finally got what you’ve been pestering me over all day,” Solomon smirked, his ribbons wrapping around the Leafeon’s sides and gently lifting him off the plate, “Just try to contain your excitement, would you?”
 
“Mmphmh,” Leaf responded, muffled by the apple in his muzzle. Solomon chuckled in amusement before parting his jaws before his Leafeon prey, revealing the deep pink of his maw, her pearly white teeth, and of course, the dark passageway that the doctor would be taking to pit of his stomach. The Leafeon shivered in delight as his head was lowered into it, easily engulfed by the predator’s jaws as his tongue began to slurp over his face.
 
Solomon let out an approving murr, causing the doctor to relax as he realised the Sylveon was actually enjoying the meal rather than just doing it to stop him from bothering him. His hindpaws twitched gently as the fairy took his first gulp, dragging his head into his throat and turning it into a bulge in his neck.
 
Kalsea laid on her side, watching as her mate made a meal out of the nervous nerd. She could tell from the muffled sounds he was making that Leaf was enjoying himself, and from the way Solomon drooled over his cream-coloured fur it was clear the feeling was mutual. Another gulp dragged the pair of green leaves on the Leafeon’s chest beyond his jaws, pinning his forelegs to his sides and causing the ribbons to adjust their grip on his body.
 
Solomon swallowed once more, bringing the eeveelution’s slender midsection into his jaws with a resounding gulp. Kalsea reached over, rubbing the Pokemon’s pot belly with one paw while the other guided him gently to the bed until the Sylveon was laying on his back. With gravity on his side he swallow again, causing the Leafeon’s hips to disappear into his maw.
 
The Glaceon’s ears perked and she reached out, grabbing onto the Leafeon’s tail and giving it a gentle tug, “Oh no, don’t eat him, he’s the town’s only doctor~” she joked as she playfully pulled him back against the predator’s throat, “Not to mention its main food supply.”
 
The Sylveon let out a playful, dominant growl as he pulled back, his teeth digging into the Leafeon possessively, not enough to hurt him but enough to let him know he wasn’t getting out of his stomach any time soon. Kalsea rolled her eyes and gave the Leafeon’s rear a gentle pat with her paw, “Well, sorry Parsley. I tried, but I guess you’re just too tasty to give up~”
 
Solomon agreed with another heavy gulp, dragging the Grass-type’s hips into his throat and causing his neck to bulge out comically. Kalsea rubbed the bulge with her paw, gently guiding it down past the Sylveon’s chest and into the mass of his extended gut. She could make out the bulges of the Leafeon’s head and paws whenever they pressed up against the stomach walls, a clear sign that he was enjoying himself in there when coupled with his muffled moans.
 
Finally nothing remained of the Leafeon but his hindpaws and tail, still kicking and flicking about. Solomon slurped over each paw, giving them the attention they deserved before closing his eyes and slurping in the Leafeon’s tail like a noodle. A single gulp to clear his mouth, and finally he breathed out a rumbling sigh as he laid back on the bed, the last of his meal being forced to curl up in his stomach. “...Hhff… he could have just asked.”
 
“I just hope you enjoyed the meal,” Kalsea replied before reaching over to the cart once more. She sat up straight, putting on her best waitress impression as she held her paw out to the Sylveon, a Reviver Seed balanced on her pawpads, “And finally, monsieur, a wafer-thin Reviver Seed.”
 
“I suppose I’d better, we wouldn’t want the town to be without it’s doctor,” Solomon chuckled to himself, opening his maw wide to accept it. Kalsea tilted her paw, allowing the seed to fall into the Sylveon’s muzzle, which snapped shut the moment it touched his tongue. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard, sending it to the Leafeon occupying his stomach, “Mmm… thank you, Kalsea. That was delightful.” he breathed out a sigh before reaching down with his paw and pressing against the top of his gut as he searched for the Leafeon’s head, “And Parsley, I hope you’ve learned a thing or two about being direct with Pokemon.”
 
“Heh…” the Leafeon responded, having finally bitten through the apple. His paws rested on his chest and his head was practically between his legs due to the tightness of the stomach. It had looked so much bigger on the outside, but he had to remember that he and Solomon were practically the same size. There wasn’t much room to move, and each time he did he was met with either a paw or the stomach itself pushing him back into his previous position. It was humid, cramped and slimy…
 
“It’s perfect in here…” the Leafeon panted, closing his eyes as he rested back on the stomach wall behind him. He could feel a weight pressing down from above him, the sounds of Kalsea and Solomon’s muffled conversation were drowned out by the growling and gurgling of the stomach around him. He blushed, his tail wagging as much as it could in the confined space. Of course the weight of the Glaceon atop him was only making it smaller, which meant the air was mostly forced above him, at this rate the Sylveon was going to--
 
“Uuuurrahhhpp!”
 
Solomon belched suddenly, the doctor’s glasses flying out of his jaws as he did so and landing on the Glaceon’s face. Kalsea blinked a few times, adjusting the glasses briefly as she took on a new persona, rubbing the bloated stomach curiously with her paw, “Time is late afternoon. The patient has come in with a serious case of the stomach rumblies. Diagnosis; Gurglegut.”
 
“Kalsea.” Solomon grunted.
 
“A common case after eating prey, the only way to remove the symptoms is to administer bellyrubs,” she continued, grinning playfully at the Sylveon as she rubbed the bulge of the Leafeon vigorously with both her forepaws.
 
“You’re just making it- Uuurrrp!” the Sylveon belched again, not even attempting to cover his muzzle with his paw. The Glaceon snickered down at him, finally flopping onto her makeshift Sylveon belly bed as the glasses fell off her face and onto the bed sheets. Solomon picked them up with his ribbon and placed the on the bedside table, “I imagine Parsley will want these back when he revives.”
 
“It was really sweet of you to do that for him after he’s been annoying you all day, Sol,” Kalsea smiled up at him, sprawling out over the curvature of her mate’s paunch. She let out a long yawn, “Mmm, I think I’m about ready for a midday nap.”
 
“Heh, I was just thinking the same,” the Sylveon replied, dragging the curtain closed with his ribbon before wrapping his paws around his mate, holding her in a warm embrace as the two drifted to sleep, along with the Leafeon already resting inside of him.