Licking her chops, the Poochyena barked at her siblings. They rushed in and chomped down on your clothes. The sounds of fabric filled the air as they stripped you bare so their literally big sister could enjoy devouring you.
Her muzzle yawned wide open as she decended, sealing her lips around your neck. Her tongue slid and slurped at your head, the pup growling with pleasure at your taste. She was so going to relish this. Her bushy tail wagged with joy as she swallowed, taking in your chest and shoulders.
Her signature twin under bite, the four fangs on her lower jaw miraculously didn't stab into your flesh. In fact, she was being rather gentle. She shifted so she was sitting up, still sucking on you, and pinning your arms to your sides. Whether this was because she wanted to save you to taste later or she she could enjoy churning you away without being hurt was beyond you. What you DID know was that with those daggers, you had to struggle VERY carefully.
Shifting again, the Poochyena gulped down your chest and shoulders and took in your gut. Once more she lapped and slurped at you as she looked at her sister, who was sound asleep, letting her gut process her massive meal. Speaking of which, she thought of the human she herself was eating. It tasted AMAZING, and it would be a shame if she just turned it into fat on her bum. But at the same time, there were plenty of fish in the sea, as it were, and they could be just a tasty as this one, perhaps even more.
Making up her mind, her tongue slipped up and between your legs and cupping your butt. Opening her muzzle, she happily scooped it in. A blissful sigh exited her snout, her eyes half lidded. Now her fangs were in no position to hurt them, the human was wriggling like a Wormpul as she lapped at her butt cheeks and crack. Her ears twitching as she heard the rest of her pack make meals out of the remaining employees and the three starters. She noticed one of her siblings was steadily gulping down one unlucky trainer's head, her red bandana on the ground.(this is May btw). The leader Poochyena smiled at this. After this place, the world was their Cloyster.
She made it crystal clear that no all humans were bad like the Professor was behind the scenes. If they found a trainer they knew was right for them, then she wasn't going to stop them.
Tilting her head back, she started swallowing rapidly, stopping only to tickle your feet before giving one last swallow. With a pleased sigh, she rubbed her wiggling thrashing gut and panted, her eyes half lidded. Looking over at the one that ate the trainer, she barked at them to spit her up and get her to a safe place so her Kadabra friend could lock away these memories. No need for them to panic, she didn't deserve this, she just wanted to start her own journey. The Dark Type pouted, but did as they here told. They already ate anyways.
Turning her attention to her gut, the Poochyena remembered that she decided to...
