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I'm gonna take a crack at this. Never written greens before so be patient
>Here you are again, back at the Contest Hall that kicked you out all those months ago.
>It wasn't even your fault, you didn't know your Milotic was going to try and eat one of the contestants.
>Either way, you and the large serpent standing behind you had both been put on hard times thanks to losing your career.
>Now, it was time for revenge, and you had just the plan.
>You had snuck your way into the locker rooms, which were currently empty as a Contest was currently in session.
>You were sitting on your serpent's coils, looking up and scratching her neck, to which she responded with a contented purr.
""Alright Milo... remember what I told you. Just get in and wreck havoc, you'll be fine. Remember what they did to us?""
>And you knew she would be fine, as Milotic were much stronger than your average Contest fare, which mostly consisted of small, ""cutesy"" pokemon.
>You were, however, mildly concerned with the loud growling her stomach was making.
>You were both hungry from losing your main income source, so food was tight, but you were pretty sure Milotic had learned her lesson from last time.
>Whatever. It was showtime, and you were gonna show those uptight Contest-goers what for."
>You open the door for your serpent, revealing the stage.
>Sure enough, there was a modest crowd, some judges, and some performers all doing their usual routine.
>They barely have time to react before your Milotic launches a Hydro Pump in their general direction, spreading havoc.
>This was gonna get rough. After all this plotting and buildup, for some reason you're not sure you want to watch.
>The last thing you see before closing the door is Milotic freezing the exits shut with Ice Beam.
>Sounds like a lot of fighting. You hope she's okay. The banging and yelling has gotten very loud.
>That'll teach those fucks to kick you out, at least.
>You pause in your brooding to realize things sound like they're dying down. Curiosity was getting the best of you, but you were afraid your Milotic might have gone overboard. You didn't want to look in to see a bloody mess.
>You creak open the door. To your relief, no gore, and the fighting looks like it's stopped. Just some fainted, roughed-up pokemon and straggling trainers...
>Wait, weren't there more people in there earlier? You step in for a closer look.
>What you see was certainly not what you expected. Your Milotic was up on stage, only, she looked different somehow.
>Might have been the bloated stomach, and the small crowd of people around her, notably all males.
>It was probably a mistake to teach her Captivate."
""M-milo, what are you-""
>Before you can finish, she's snapped up another helpless trainer, sending an amused look your way as he becomes a bulge in her throat, sliding down and adding to the growing mass in her stomach.
""I just wanted to scare them, not this...!""
>She wasn't listening. She gulps down another immobilized trainer, this time making a pleased purring noise.
>This wasn't going to work. What could you even do?
>She paid no attention to your worrying, and just kept gorging herself, stretching her long belly out with meal after meal, clearly too heavy to move herself now.
>Desperately, you run up to her and push against her, anything to try and get her attention!
>You could hear and feel the squirming and sloshing of countless people and pokemon inside her already.
>You look up. She was staring back. You realize now that she'd eaten everyone else around her.
""Milo...?"""
>You thought she wouldn't, but she was ravenous. In a moment's notice she snaps her maw over your head and down to your shoulders, quickly wrapping her serpentine tongue all around you.
>It was suddenly very hard to breathe. All you could do is hope and pray she recognized you as a friend and not food, and might let you go later.
>She pulls you into her throat, and within moments the massive serpent sends you down.
>You hear her cooing all over, and felt what was likely a fin rubbing over where you were. You couldn't see, or feel anything but cramped, slimy mass all over.
>The Milotic, too heavy to move, simply lays down on her back to try and let its enormous meal settle down a bit.
>Soon enough the sounds of her huge, wildly churning stomach and the warm glow of satisfaction puts her to sleep.

I'll let you decide whether she eventually lets you out or not.