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The orange-haired woman wore a mint green bikini with three rows of frills on the top, while
the dark-haired woman was fitted with a red top and flowy, tied, black bottoms. It
wasn’t until Nessa noticed the stuffed Flygon that the two changed directions to
approach it. Even though it wasn’t a small pokemon, the extra weight in its stomach
severely impeded its ability to fly. Due to its now limited and grounded movement, the
pokemon lowered its head and antennae to seem afraid. The trainers took note and fell
for the bait, both reaching up to pat the pokemon’s head as it cowered.
“Aww, it’s okay. We’re not here to hurt ya,” Sonia said
Before Nessa even had a chance to chime in, Flygon’s head sprang up and snatched both
of their hands. It swallowed a single time and sent their forearms deep into its throat.
There was no chance it was going to take any witnesses here, especially since it wouldn’t
be able to get up and fly off to digest in peace. Both attempted to pry their arms free
from the moist depths, but only found themselves falling further. Sonia’s face went
down first, and Nessa’s was pressed against the ginger’s chest as they were squeezed into
the tight maw. It definitely took more effort to fit two women down than it did just one,
but it still proved to be a simple task for the Flygon. The pokemon’s throat distended
more than it ever had while swallowing something, and the narrow tunnel was pulling
them deeper and deeper toward their destination.
