The hierarchy of every Pokémon League is easy to understand.
The Champion represents the best each region has to offer.
The Elite Four serve as the administrators to judge those worthy of challenging the Champion.
The Gym Leaders test and promote the growth of Trainers.
The system was established to ensure only the strongest of each generation would rise to the top and serve as the face of their region's Pokémon League. While the Champion is often seen as an authority of the League itself, that is often not the case. A Champion is, in theory, the strongest Pokémon Trainer in a given region, and is thus often called on to settle disputes before they get out of control. But the truth of the matter is that Champions have very little to do with the bureaucracy and operation of their League. A Champion needs only be a strong, seasoned Trainer, to serve as an inspiration to strive to succeed.
As such, a Champion must not only be wary of any up-and-coming Trainers rising through the ranks. Gym Leaders are all poised to take the place of an Elite Four member and members of the Elite Four may challenge the current Champion for their title whenever they wish.
However, such matches are rather rare, and during her tenure as the Champion of Kalos, Diantha had never received a challenge from one of her Elite Four… until now.
Of the current members, she had always thought that Malva would be the most likely to try and take her title from her. She also kept an eye on Wikstrom and Seibold, but neither showed signs of discontent with how she conducted herself as the Champion. But the last member of her Elite Four that she ever would have thought she would receive a challenge from was Drasna.
The soft-spoken, gentle, mature woman had been serving as a member of the Elite Four since before Diantha took the title for herself. She had even expressed disinterest in representing Kalos' Pokémon League saying: "While I was 'living in the past', I missed my time to lead the present, and thus trust you with the 'future'." Though, despite what she said, Diantha could sense that Drasna was much, much stronger than she let on, and would make for a wonderful Champion.
And as she lay defeated on the ground, looking up at the abnormally large Noivern who took out her entire team single-handedly, Diantha was only assured of her long-held, unsaid belief. "I concede, Drasna. Forgive me for saying this from such an undignified position, but congratulations, you are now the Champion." Unable to stand, especially after the attack that took out her Mega Gardevoir knocked her off her feet, the now former Champion could only offer the victor a smile from the ground.
"Oh dear, I didn't think the match would end so quickly. I was sure you were stronger than that, Diantha." Approaching the exhausted actress, Drasna was perfectly composed despite the fierce battle. She had not a hair out of place or a drop of sweat on her brow. She wasn't even slightly winded. "I suppose I wasn't imagining it then…"
"Well, I'll admit I have been busy with filming for the past few months, but I didn't think I was so off my game. I've still made time to train with Gardevoir almost every day." Wiping the sweat from her eyes, Diantha instinctively looked for any paparazzi. Typically, such a match would be a huge, publicly broadcasted event, but Drasna had requested they battle in a place where neither of them would get distracted. With the result as it was, Diantha was now thankful for that.
Bending down and picking up Diantha's scattered Pokéballs, the older woman smiled down at her and shook her head. "Oh, you don't have to worry about that. You were still in top form, I just didn't realize that was the extent of your strength. No, what I was referring to was that I've noticed that Challengers lately seem to be weaker than normal. Despite gathering eight badges, so many of them felt weaker than Korrina. I went to visit her and she of course challenged me to a friendly match, but…" Heaving a weary sigh, she stood up and motioned to her Noivern, who she hadn't recalled to its Poké Ball yet. "I don't mean to speak poorly of you youngsters, but all I can think is that old saying. 'Hard times breed strong Trainers. Strong Trainers bring peace times. Peace times breed weak Trainers. Weak Trainers bring hard times.' And, Kalos has been at peace for a long time…"
It was as much a compliment as it was a criticism. While not the sole authority in the Kalos League, Diantha had proposed changes to make it easier for Trainers to pursue their dreams. Though, these propositions were not entirely selfless, as they made it easier for her to focus on her acting career. So, as the abnormally large and strong Noivern picked her up, Diantha's counter to Drasna's harsh but fair evaluation died in her throat. She knew the kind, gentle woman wasn't aiming her criticism at her personally.
"If that's true, then that means I've just passed off a heavy burden to you. My apologies. If there is anything I can do to assist you, just let me know." Smiling down at the Dragon-Type specialist as she was raised in the air, that a Noivern could lift her so high while still on the ground was a bit surprising. "Though, with a Noivern this strong, I doubt you'll have many issues. Where did you find one so big? She must be at least three meters tall."
"Oh, Wynnie here? Why, I found her during a harsh time during my travels. I believe I have mentioned it before. How, for a time, I was 'stuck in the past', yes?" Cradling Diantha's team in her arm close to her ample bosom with one hand, Dransa cupped her cheek with her other as she thought about whether she had told the actress about it or not. "Well, needless to say, we both grew quite strong from the experience. And I appreciate your offer to help, dear. I'm sure Wynnie will love getting to have her favorite kind of snack." Her contemplative expression shifting to an eerily dark grin, the older woman simply nodded up at her.
"Huh? What do you–!?" Before she could ask anything, Diantha's feet slipped into a tight, hot, wet passage, and she suddenly became aware of how high Drasna's unusually large Noivern had been holding her. Her heart rate quickened and a cold sweat replaced the perspiration of a difficult battle, she looked back quickly to confirm the irrational fear gripping her mind.
But no matter how much she wished it wasn't true, she could clearly see the oversized Sound Wave Pokémon was lowering her into its huge, wide mouth. Her feet had already disappeared into the tight, pink orifice at the back of its throat, and the look of hunger in the beast's amber eyes told her it wasn't being overly playful. It didn't see her as an opponent, Trainer, or even a human. She was prey for a triumphant predator.
A powerful gulp pulled her calves into the eager Pokémon's throat as well, prompting the former Champion to resist as she turned back to the victor of their match. "Dr-Drasna?! What are you doing? Stop–!?" However, stunned into inaction once more, Diantha watched as the older woman dropped one of her Poké Balls into her mouth and pushed it to the back of her throat. Slowly, Drasna swallowed the capture device whole, tracing the spherical bulge it created as it descended to her stomach.
"Ahh~ Modern Poké Balls are so tasteless, but they'll be no less filling." Playfully giggling as she patted her stomach, Drasna's tone was no different than if she were having a leisurely chat. "Sorry, little ones, but I can't have you trying to rescue your Trainer and interrupt Wynnie's meal. But not to worry. You'll all have a new home soon enough. Unfortunately, you'll have to settle for becoming fat on an old lady's chest and hips though, so I suppose I should apologize for that as well." Despite her gentle tone and regretful words, the drooling grin and yearnful glint in her perpetually closed eyes as she licked her next morsel told a different tale. Just as her Noivern only saw Diantha as a meal she had rightfully earned, so too did Drasna consider Diantha's Pokémon as her reward.
"Dr-Drasna!? Stop! What are you doing?! You can't eat my Pokémon!" Crying out as she attempted to muster the strength not just to free herself, but to rush to the aid of her Pokémon, Diatha reached out as Drasna picked out her next victim.
Her Hawlucha and Gourgiest's Poké Balls were already missing, likely in the older woman's stomach already, and the Poké Ball she just swallowed contained her Aurorus. Only her Tryantrum, Goodra, and Gardevoir were left, and none of them were in any condition to break out and save themselves.
As Drasna made her choice, selecting the Despot Pokémon next, she playfully licked the metal device, covering it with her saliva. "Oh, don't worry, dear. While I'm not as young as I used to be and modern Poké Balls are harder to digest than the natural ones of the past," pushing the Tyrantrum's Poké Ball into her mouth, the mature woman turned slightly to present her hefty backside and groped her meaty cheeks through her skirt as she swallowed, "I assure you I am still plenty capable of processing my meals, just like Wynnie."
Diantha couldn't believe what she was seeing or hearing. Drasna was one of the kindest, warmest, and gentle people she knew. She never would have imagined she would be capable of such cruelty. But as her hips were claimed by the salivating Noivern's maw, the tight, painful grip of its throat was enough to convince her she wasn't dreaming either. Drasna really was about to let her Pokémon eat and digest her!
"N-No! No, Drasna, please! You can't do this to me! I'm the Champion. I'm an actress! I can't just disappear. Please, people will suspect something. They'll look for me! It's not too late." Knowing that her strength wouldn't be enough to save her, Diantha turned to words. Her torso was in the Noivern's mouth, its tongue linking her stomach and chest. She didn't have much time before even her words wouldn't reach the older woman. "J-Just tell your Pokémon to spit me up. Give me back my Pokémon, and we can put all this behind us."
However, Drasna's response to Diantha's heartfelt, desperate plea was to take the actress' Goodra and swallow it. "Sorry, dear, but you're wrong. You're not the first person Wynnie's eaten. How do you think she got so big and strong? And you're not the Champion anymore. Regretfully, I am now. As for you being an actress, I highly doubt anyone will find your remains. Wynnie's from the past, after all, and will be going back once she gets you down, so there won't be a trace of you in the present left, other than your legacy." Refuting all of Diantha's points, Drasna reached up and pulled the Sound Wave Pokémon's face down so she could look the soon-to-be-meal in the eyes. "But worry not, Wynnie and I will put you and your Pokémon behind us very soon."
Diantha was all but consumed, bracing herself on the corners of the Noivern's mouth as she struggled against its strength. If it so much as closed its mouth, she would be locked in darkness and condemned to digestion, but it didn't. Just like Drasna, the unusually large Pokémon was enjoying her futile struggle.
Seeing the sliver of hope in Diantha's eyes, Drasna held up the former Champion's last Poké Ball, containing her Ace and most trusted partner, her Gardevior. "If only you were a bit stronger, I wouldn't have resorted to such measures. The weak have no one but themselves to blame if the strong decide to devour them." With a dark giggle, she pressed the Gardevoir's Poké Ball against her full, plump lips and slowly.
"No! No, stop! Drasna! Stop! Stop, not Gardevior!" Helpless watching as her dearest partner was consumed, Diantha's pleas fell on deaf ears. "Th-This isn't the answer! You can't just kill everyone weaker than you. Please, Drasna. Snap out of it. The strong should guide and protect those weaker than them. You should know that. Please, spare her! Spare my Garde–!"
Despite how loud she was pleading, the subdued, throaty gulp that came from the older woman's throat was deafening as the once mighty Embrace Pokémon was embraced by Drasna's powerful esophagus. Diantha's tears spilled down her cheeks as the orb-shaped lump traveled down the older woman's neck and vanished behind her collarbone. And the silence that seemed to smother all other sounds was lifted as a soft, quiet belch escaped Drasna's lips.
"Oh, pardon me. However, in some cultures that is seen as a compliment to the chef, is it not?" Giggling as she rubbed her stomach, Drasna reached out and cupped Diantha's cheek with her hand. "Now, I guess it's about time I allow Wynnie to enjoy her meal. But rest assured, Diantha, dear, I know very well not to exploit the weak. The upcoming generation simply needs a strong example to follow. I wouldn't do anything as unbecoming as feeding an inexperienced youngster to Wynnie just because they lost to her. Again, if you had been stronger, neither you nor your Pokémon would be in the positions you are in now. I have judged you as weak not because your strength didn't match up to mine, but because it is below the standard expected of someone in your position. Such a shame, really." Moving her hand to caress her Noivern's cheek, with a mouth and throat full of squirming meat, its joyous squeal with muffled but no less energetic. "Farewell, former Champion." She said as she turned her back on her.
"No… No, th-this can't be how it ends. I, I can't… I won't let you–oof?!" Defiant to the end, Diantha mustered all of her strength and racked her brain for any way to save herself. However, before she could, the merciless, older woman pulled up her long skirt and jumped back, slamming her wide, plump rear into the former Champion's face. Reeling from the impact, Diantha's grip broke and the last thing she saw before being plunged into pitch darkness was the older woman's bare bottom as it filled the oral cavity of her devourer.
"Be silent and accept your fate, Diantha. You're nothing up Wynnie's food now." Wiggling her hips into the larger Noivern's mouth as she unceremoniously condemned her former superior to her fate, Drasna didn't look at the lump that was funneled into the Sound Wave Pokémon's stomach with pity or remorse.
Seeing her Pokémon swallow its prey, whether it be a vanquished Pokémon or human, only ever aroused her, and despite knowing and being friendly with Diantha for so long, now was no different. And as Wynnie curled her tongue to lick her exposed undercarriage, Drasna indulged in the burning feeling spreading from her dripping womanhood.
"Yes, that's a good girl, Wynnie. She's all yours now. Take your time."
While big for a Noivern, the Pokémon's torso wasn't much bigger than the average person, so that it could swallow a human whole was already an impressive achievement. However, Diantha herself couldn't appreciate just how impressive it was as she was packed into the tight, churning digestive organ. Forced into a fetal position, there was no room to move at all, no leverage to utilize to free herself. All she could do was sit in the pooling enzymes and acids that sought to break her down.
After such an exhausting battle and futile struggle, she didn't have the energy left to protest or fight more. She could only weep as she thought about what would become of her Pokémon. Like her, they were stewing in a hostile environment as well, though perhaps mercifully, they were likely still knocked out from the match. She could only pray that they digest blissfully unaware of the additional damage they would take as, like her, they slowly became a slurry of nutrients to feed their devourer.
That was the fate she had to accept for herself now. She would be nothing more than Pokémon food. Her flawless skin was already starting to sting. She would be battered by the active organ, tenderized and softened, but there would be no time for bruises to mar her beauty. And in the end, after everything had been taken from her, she wouldn't even get to leave behind a beautiful corpse for anyone to remember her by.
It had become a custom they would do ever since her first victory. Their opponent would provide the food and the human who taught her how to fight would give her a delicious drink. After that, she could digest in peace.
Usually, her live prey would continue to squirm in her stomach, but that wasn't the case for this one. The woman only resisted until she was in her stomach. After that, she was smart enough to know she was just food. Her food. If anything, a weakling like her should be happy to feed her. She reigned supreme over ranges of mountains and huge forests. She was the guardian of a special place. Her human partner called it 'the place where the past meets the present'. She didn't care about that though, it was the place she could meet with her human, her Drasna, so she would protect it. And now that woman, that piece of meat that Drasna brought to her would give her more strength to continue protecting it.
As she flew back to the shimmering curtain of light Dransa built a secluded home around, she rubbed her belly once more. The world on this side of the light was so strange and weak. If she could stay for longer, she could rule it with Drasna. But the past lives in the past and the present lives in the present, at least that's how Drasna explained it to her. They couldn't live in each other's worlds permanently, but that was fine. They could visit each other whenever they wanted. And once she digested, her food would belong in the past too.
Returning to her dominion, she crawled into her nest and curled up to enjoy the rest of her digestion. Her belly had lost the definition of the woman's features pushing out against it. It wasn't completely smooth, and there was still a bit of life left in her meal, but not for long. All in all, the fight was boring and her meal was lackluster, but she got to see Drasna again, and Drasna promised to visit soon too. That alone was worth making the trip.
"My~ I suppose I should have assumed Diantha's Pokémon would be rather filling…" After dealing with the aftermath of her match with Diantha, there was more still that she had to take care of.
She was just thankful that the trust and reputation she established with her peers and the League meant nobody questioned her when she told them she defeated Diantha and was the new Champion. They even took her at her word when she said Diantha decided to go into seclusion and train herself to excuse the woman's absence.
Less easy to deal with, however, was the weight she gained from Diantha's team. Digesting Pokémon in their Poké Balls bypasses digesting their bodies and instead releases all the energy the capture devices turn them into as calories for her body to absorb. As such, she was bloated and most of her clothes no longer fit as her breasts, hips, and thighs had grown drastically from her indulgence.
Passing through the portal of light, a natural rift in time that led to thousands of years into the past, her lack of clothes to wear didn't bother her as much. If Wynnie had any humans of the time around, they were likely food anyway. "Wynnie? Sorry I had to send you home first. Have you finished digesting Diantha yet? I hope she didn't give you any trouble." Entering the Noivern's cave, the only modern comforts were furnishings that she crafted from materials of the time period. She couldn't be sure that anything she did or left in Wynnie's time would affect her own, but she decided to err on the side of caution.
Waking up hearing her voice, the large Noivern jumped out of her nest to go and greet her, stomach, thighs, and chest all wobbling slightly from the additions Diantha contributed to. Even her tail was plumper and softer thanks to the highly nutritious meal.
"Oh, it looks like someone liked our former Champion. She looks good on you." Drasna said, hugging and rubbing the fattier deposits on the otherwise lithe, flying creature's body.
With attention getting drawn to her abdomen, Wynnie suddenly broke away from Drasna and rushed out of the room.
The older woman giggled and followed after her, knowing what the urgency was all about. "My~ It would seem Diantha's as eager to get out of you again." Exiting the cave onto a cliff on the side of a tall, looming mountain that overlooked several others and dense forests stretching to the horizon, she saw Wynnie sticking her rear out over the edge next to a narrow waterfall. "Oh, no, don't toss her away, Wynnie." Going over to the Noivern before she could start expelling the remains of her food, Drasna pulled her back from the edge a bit and held her tail up. Rubbing Wynnie's stomach, she could feel some solid chunks scraping along the intestinal walls. "Okay, let her out now."
~~~Disposal Scene Warning~~~
Nodding, Wynnie pushed and her cloaca stretched open as girthy, sticky nuggets of fetid waste peeled out of her. Initially, there were only some twigs and pebbles in the putrid turds, but soon they began to come out with clumps of dark hair and flecks of shattered bone fragments scattered throughout them. Some of the smaller bones, like fingers and toes, were either intact or partially dissolved, while bigger ones were split and splintered beyond recognition.
"Oh dear. Even your bones were too weak, Diatha. Were you trying to leave nothing behind at all?" Giggling at the state of the former actress' remains, Drasna continued to watch until a small orb set in a mostly melted and misshaped golden charm emerged, embedded in one of the droppings. Even caked in fecal matter, the dark oblong pattern in the center stood in stark contrast to the bright colors and sparkling striations of the translucent stone. "I suppose her Key Stone is all we'll have to remember her by. However…" Retrieving what was left of the Mega Charm with no hesitation, she pulled a similar, spherical gemstone from her cleavage. The gold encasing this one, however, was fully intact, and the pattern in the center of the clear gem was light greens flanking a strip of pink in the middle. "At least you can be with your Gardevoir again~" Reuniting Trainer and Pokémon through their Mega Evolution gear, Drasna giggled as she washed off her hand in the waterfall nearby. However, when she turned back around she noticed that Wynnie was still emptying her bowels with a strained expression on her face. "Wynnie? What's wrong, dear? Did Diantha actually upset your tummy? I bet it was all that makeup she wore."
Crouching down and rubbing the Pokémon's lower abdomen, she noticed that it wasn't the Noivern's stomach that was giving her difficulties, but something blocking her cloaca. It was caked in the Sound Wave Pokémon's feces and refused to come out, no matter how hard she pushed.
"Oh, dear. Here, let me help." Getting behind Wynnie, Dransa pushed on the obstruction, forcing her arm up to the elbow into the Pokémon's foul bowels without a second thought. "This was really stuck in there. Getting your food out of you is usually easier than getting it in. Diantha really did have her priorities backward. And she was the one who wanted to put everything behind us. Well, just relax a bit and let me…" Twisting and turning whatever was blocking the orifice, she found an edge to grab ahold of and pulled her arm and it free.
With the blockage cleared and her feces all stirred up by the older woman's arm, the rest of Wynnie's bowel movement poured from her dilated orifice, much to her relief and pleasure. Everything that was left of the woman she swallowed was expelled from her body, with nothing even remotely recognizable as human left behind.
~~~Disposal Scene End~~~
"You did a good job, Wynnie. Just let me know when you're hungry again and we can go catch you someone to eat, okay?" Comforting the winded Pokémon, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that passing Diantha had been harder on both of them than beating her. "Malva's been acting out a bit lately too. Maybe I'll have her over for dinner sometime. How does that sound?"
While her rear was still aching, Wynnie perked up at the suggestion of future dinner plans and licked her face. Drasna was the only human she cared for. She owed her her life after she saved her when she was still just a Noibat. If there were other humans she asked her not to eat, she'd try to remember their scents, but that hasn't come up yet.
"Alright, I'll take that as a yes." Petting her partner as much as she got licked, Drasna finally looked at what she pulled from the Pokémon's bowels and almost burst out laughing.
After washing up in the waterfall, Drasna spent the night with Wynnie, curling up in her nest with her.
But in another section of the cave where multiple spaces had been clawed into the stone, there was a new addition to the trophies the two had collected over the years. The acid-bleached skulls of the opponents they had beaten and eaten. And featured prominently in the center was a half-digested skull missing the lower jaw and fused with a misshaped, mangled ribcage, the former Champion and her Ace's Mega Stones resting against it.