[REQ] Bittersweet Defeat

Amethyst and Paulina owned by their respective owners.

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Amethyst grumbled incoherently as she pounded her fist against her locker in anger, nearly denting the metal from sheer force alone. She could still hear the diminutive Pikachu's theme playing over and over in her head, and it annoyed her to no end. Forgoing her usual post-wrestle routine, she swiftly and irritably gathered up all her things before bee-lining towards the arena parking lot, eager to escape the venue before she could be hounded by the throngs of reporters she knew was dying to ask her about the utter humiliation she had just endured. She was clearly not in the best of moods after taking the fall to an opponent that was practically half her height in comparison...

"How in the hell did I lose to someone so tiny?!" she hissed under her breath. The only thing she wanted to do right now was forget about the whole ordeal and head home for the night to collect herself and cool off with something to eat before her temper *really* got the better of her. She strode hastily down the deserted and dimly lit utility hallway, taking an unorthodox route to freedom in the hopes of giving all her would-be pursuers the slip. Reaching the double doors, she glanced back to see if anyone was following her. Satisfied that she was alone, she pushed her way out of the building into the bright, cheerful sunshine...

...Right into the lone reporter who was waiting for her. Amethyst growled as he immediately latched his gaze onto hers, his smile splitting wide open as he realized his hunch had played out in his favor. She recognized him, of course, he covered her bouts in the ring regularly and knew her better than most, which was probably why he was smart enough to wait here rather than at the usual spot. Normally she would be proud to speak to him, spending the better part of half an hour boasting about her feats, but today it was all she could do not to shove him to the ground on her way past. Of course, it could never be that easy, as he moved to intercept her, mouth already opening to ask the question she wanted to hear least of all.

"Amethyst! After holding onto the title for so long, how does it feel to be usurped by such an underdog? How did she manage to get the upper hand?"

She shot him a glare that could wither plants as she muscled past, continuing to move towards her car parked on the outer edges of the parking lot, the reporter tripping over himself as he jogged slightly to keep up with her lengthy strides. "No comment," she spat bitterly as it became clear he would not be dissuaded by her frosty disposition. He pressed on with dogged determination, despite the subtle hint of fear in his eyes as he bore the full brunt of her ire. "Amethyst, please!" he called, desperate to get something meaningful for his story after he had the good fortune to catch her all by herself. This was a huge opportunity! Surely if he could get an exclusive interview of sorts he'd get that promotion for sure! "Surely Paulina must have had some sort of unexpected technique to beat you where so many others could not, what do you think that was? How would you adapt your strategy should you find yourself facing her in the ring sometime in the future?"

Amethyst had almost reached her vehicle, but those last questions seemed to strike a nerve. She paused, expelling a brief bout of flame as she snorted angrily before whirling on the reporter, stalking over to him and towering above his much smaller form, her eyes burning with hateful intensity as he leaned back as far as he could to maintain eye contact with the busty behemoth. Credit given where credit was due, the reporter held his ground even despite shaking like a leaf in the wind and looking like he was ready to bolt at the slightest movement. She snarled angrily before delivering her final verdict: "She managed to catch me off-guard. Next time I'll flatten her into a Pika-paste," she growled, punching a fist into her other hand to emphasize her point. "Now scram before I decide to practice on YOU!"

Wisely recognizing that he would receive no further patience from the already infuriated athlete, the reporter quickly started backing away. "O-Of course, ma'am! Th-Thank you for your time!" he stammered hastily before turning and hurrying in the opposite direction, trying and failing to look like he wasn't running away fearfully. Even though it wasn't as much as he wanted, he'd still managed to get an exclusive interview of sorts, whereas all the other news outlets had nothing. His story would be the most breaking!

Scowling darkly, Amethyst picked up her gym bag, tossed it into the trunk, leaped into the driver's seat, slamming all the doors in the process, ignored her seat belt, and floored the accelerator in reverse, the hearty rumbling of her heavily souped-up sports roadster revving into a raucous clamor of roaring engine power. Her fur whipped about wildly in the breeze as she flew down the highway, weaving left and right between slower-moving traffic, all eyes on her as she raced past in her expensive, sporty convertible. In what seemed like no time at all, she was pulling into the driveway leading up to her penthouse suite, the gate sliding open as she angrily punched in her code. Coasting to a stop in her four-bay garage, she didn't even bother fetching her stuff as she swept into the kitchen, her stomach growling in a manner quite similar to its owner earlier.

Still fuming, the bulky Arcanine gal set about whipping up a hearty lunch to satisfy the deep emptiness she felt inside after such a debilitating loss. Slamming a hefty cutting board and carving knife onto the counter, she turned to rummage through her fridge and began pulling out assorted ingredients. A whole ham was thrown onto the cutting board before the knife was taken to it, carving off hefty slabs of meat and setting them to the side. Next she sliced up a tomato and onion with long, powerful strokes, almost as if attempting to channel all her anger through the knife that was currently tearing things apart. A large sourdough hoagie roll was then sheared in half, and the beginnings of an epic sandwich began to come together in one heaping pile. Slices of ham and roasted turkey, pepperoni and salami, two types of cheese, lettuce, tomato, onion, and bacon, and plentiful amounts of mayonnaise and mustard.

"Finally...this should do the trick," she muttered, her eyes lighting up eagerly as she smacked her lips in anticipation, shoving a toothpick into the far end of her epic sandwich just to give her a chance of keeping it all together. Sliding the culinary monstrosity onto an enormous plate, it came to a clattering rest at her bar area as she plodded heavily back towards the refrigerator, only to extricate a five-gallon jug of sports drink. The sandwich itself was huge: easily a foot long, four inches wide, and almost that much tall, so piled with meats, cheese, and veggies was it. It was a sandwich that could easily defeat a lesser individual, but against a hungry bodybuilder like herself it stood no chance.

She set upon her meal with a ravenous fury, tearing off huge bites and smacking loudly as her jaw worked furiously, soft grunts of contentment sounding out periodically as she tore the helpless sandwich asunder. In what felt like no time at all she had vanquished the entire thing to the depths of her happily rumbling tummy, sighing in satisfaction as some of that yawning emptiness was filled with something meaningful. Taking several hearty swigs of sports drink, she sighed as she set the jug down, the rattling of ice cubes easily audible as she quenched her thirst. "Mmmm...delicious," she murmured softly, patting her gut contentedly as it began to work away eagerly at its latest offering. Her stomach rumbled audibly, the vibrations easily felt by the hefty paw she laid upon it.

Still savoring the delightful tastes on her tongue, she contemplated what she had just felt from down below. It seemed awfully similar to her previous rumbles of hunger...impossible as it may be, did it seem she was still hungry for more? Though partially satiated, she definitely still felt that empty presence deep within her. Her eyes fell upon the ingredients strewn about her countertops, not yet put away from their first usage so eager was she to consume. Well, it was all right there...and she was still hungry...what followed suit could only be considered logical. "Another," she grunted as she rose to a standing position, beginning the process a second time. In no time at all, she had whipped up yet another sandwich, this one seemingly even larger than the first's impossible size. Seated once again, she began feasting on her second course.

With her ravenous hunger now at bay, she could take her time with this one, groaning and humming contentedly as she savored the wonderful mixture of flavors. She still ate at a steady pace, but no longer a frantic one. This was as close as the hulking Arcanine would ever get to eating like a normal person, given that her portions were never such. Bite after bite after savory, delicious bite, she plowed forward with gluttonous abandon, paying no heed to the subtle rounding of her stomach as it filled with yet another enormous sandwich. Though this one was consumed at a much more leisurely pace, it was still gone in its entirety in a frighteningly short amount of time. Stuffing the last bite into her masticating maw with a low groan of pleasure, she once again drank deeply from her sport jug, her throat undulating with a steady rhythm as splash after splash of cool, refreshing liquid joined the mass resting heavily in her stomach, a soft gurgling and glunking audible as she continued to fill.

Setting down her beverage with a soft sigh, one paw rubbed her delightfully full belly while the other pounded at her chest, an angry gurgling the only warning given before her maw parted to release a hefty, rumbling *bbbbbbBBBBUUUUUOOOOOORRRRRPPPPP!!* "Oh yeah, that hit the spot..." she sighed, now sure that she had given her tummy all that it wanted.

So...why was it that, as she cast her eyes over the mess in her kitchen that she knew she should start cleaning up, did she still feel so empty inside? Another gurgle sounded out from her gullet, this one of a slightly angrier variety. Amethyst simply sat there for a few moments, idly rubbing her belly as she tried to will the emptiness to go away. But try as she might, it still lingered, taunting her with its presence despite all she'd eaten to get rid of it. Her brow furrowed angrily as she rose to her feet, determination coursing through her veins. "I'll get rid of you even if I have to pass out trying," she snarled angrily, talking to no one in particular as the knife went back to work in an even more haphazard manner. By now her technique was starting to fail, the mess in her kitchen getting worse and worse as a third sandwich was sloppily constructed, even larger and less put together than the first two.

Not even bothering to plate it or take a seat, she simply dug into it right where she stood, her eyes ablaze with mindless fury as she gorged and glutted without abandon. A hazy fog seemed to settle before her eyes as she lapsed into a gluttonous stupor, her mind giving in completely as she focused solely on her will to consume, to indulge, to take in as much as was necessary to make that damned emptiness fade away, to have it replaced with something, anything! She couldn't even remember why it was there or what it meant, all she knew was that it needed to be gone! Yesterday!

The third sandwich disappeared into her groaning, churning depths, its owner only pausing briefly to let loose with an enormous belch before slapping together a fourth one, using up most of the remaining ingredients in the process. Once again she consumed, once again her stomach swelled, once again the air vibrated with the power of her gaseous eruptions. With no more bread left, she simply took to scooping up the last of whatever else remained and shoving it drunkenly into her mouth, her eyes lolling in their sockets as she lost herself fully to the thrill of the feast, her stomach swelling and distending until it protruded even farther than her prodigious bust. Slowly the fog lifted as she ran out of edible foodstuffs within arm's reach, her feast slowing to a halt simply by virtue of there being nothing left to feast upon. Eyes alighting upon her five-gallon jug, she reached forward and easily hefted it, grunting in pain as her impressively distended stomach squished against the countertop.

Bringing it to her lips, she threw her head back and chugged without abandon. *Glug...glug...gulp...glug...* Her eyes glazed over once again until she fell into a sort of rhythm. Swallow, swallow, breathe, repeat. On and on she drank, swallowing, swallowing, breathing, and repeating, her pace beginning to slow as her black-furred stomach began showing slight patches of pink skin, its surface distending so far it was starting to spread her fur quite thin. If one looked close, it was even visibly flushed red near the apex, the contents beneath pressed to insanely high pressures as she rapidly filled the very last bits of room she had with liquid. Slower and slower she drank and drank, her free paw furiously rubbing at her creaking belly as she forced every last drop into its rumbling, churning depths, a gentle sloshing audible from within as she idly shifted back and forth on her feet.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, her lips met air. Slamming the empty container down with an explosive sigh, Amethyst moaned deeply as both her paws clutched at her stomach, the pain from being so thoroughly overfilled springing forth with a vengeance, overwhelming every fiber of her being until it was all she knew. Her eyes squeezed shut so tightly she could feel the first little trickles of tears forming at the corners as she willed herself not to blow apart. Her breathing came in short ragged gasps, her lungs left with absolutely no room to expand for air without pressing into her outrageously overfilled tummy. Peeking one eye open, she winced and forced herself not to gasp as she beheld how huge she was. Amethyst couldn't even remember the last time she could see her stomach past her enormous bust simply by looking down, and the sight that greeted her currently was not an entirely welcome one.

She moaned, long and low, as she tilted her head straight back to stare at the ceiling, trying to figure out what possessed her to glut to such an obscene limit. "Ohhhhh...Arceus above...ffffffuck 'm so...fffucking full...mmmmph!" She grimaced as yet another pang of indigestion roiled angrily across the straining, stretching surface of her poor overloaded tummy, a very uncharacteristic whimper escaping her lips as the pain continued to melt her psyche into a puddle of mush. This was worse than that one time she'd had her arm forcefully dislocated from its socket, and she thought she could never possibly experience worse pain!

Amethyst groaned and wheezed as she staggered backwards, allowing gravity to claim the full weight of her enormous belly that was just recently resting partially on the counter. Finding that this gave her just the *tiniest* bit more space to breathe, she huffed and wheezed like she'd just run a marathon, looking all the world like an extremely pregnant mother about to explode with young. Delirious with pain, all she wanted to do at this point was just lay down and give in to the impending food coma that was doing its best to completely overwhelm her. Knowing that her bed upstairs was much too far away to reach in her current condition, she swiveled blearily towards the adjacent living room, her eyes eagerly falling upon the plush couch that occupied it. While not the most comfortable place to sleep normally, it was more than enough for her needs in so dire a time.

Groaning with agony, she forced herself to shuffle one foot forward in front of the other, even just that subtle movement enough to painfully jostle her horrifically overburdened stomach. Moaning in agony, she forced herself to shuffle forwards, bit by bit inching her way across the floor towards her salvation. It took what felt like hours, which in reality was only a handful of minutes, but eventually she made it to the couch. Letting loose with a satisfied groan, she allowed herself to collapse bodily onto the couch, the furniture creaking slightly at the sudden forceful addition of so much weight. Even without having eaten enough to feed a whole family for a day, she was a big gal, after all. The impact jostled her prodigious paunch most uncomfortably, a roaring, churning gurgle building deep within her before rushing up and out her mouth: "oh shi-uuuuUUUUOOOOORRRRRAAAAARRRROOOOOOORRRRRUUUUUURRRRRRPPPPP!!"

The very walls themselves seemed to vibrate with her immense eructation, the deep, bassy undertones reverberating with intensity throughout the confines of her home, her tongue flapping idly in the breeze as she forcefully expelled a truly impressive amount of gas. After finally wearing off, Amethyst gave one final, feeble gasp of air before collapsing into a stupor, her eyes rolling up into her head as she passed out completely. The house was now completely silent, save for the gentle rising and falling of her breath and the continued morose, strained gurgling emanating from deep within her overburdened depths. But despite all the pain she had gone through, the ghost of a smile lingered on her lips as she began to slumber dreamlessly, her mind completely and utterly overwhelmed by the sensations thrust upon it.

After all, one thing was for certain: the emptiness she despised so much was nowhere to be found.