The towering fire Pokemon grabs your tail between her lips and slurps your body into her mouth with ease; this is clearly something she is quite experienced with. You fade in and out of consciousness as she effortlessly sloshes you around in her cheeks with her powerful tongue; coating your body in thick globs of viscous saliva. She moans quietly as she savors your delectable flavor.
After several minutes of blissful delight; and rough uncomfortable distress for you; the Arcanine leans her head back, and swallows. Your body is propelled into the Pokemon's esophagus, where peristalsis forces you into a churning stomach filled with thick, chunky chyme. The skeleton of Arcanine's previous meal jabs into you as you form a nice lumpy bulge in her belly.
*BUUUURRRRRP*
The crowd roars with both elation and despair, as bets are handed off and Arcanine fans chant her name. You can barely make out any of the commotion, being submerged in acid inside a thick, sturdy stomach. You listen to the muffled furor of the audience as your flesh slowly melts off of your bones. Cheers are the last thing you hear as life leaves your body.
