One Hell of a Party
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 19
by
copier
· original author:
oddler
How did this happen? How was this even possible? It was hard to think of an answer. Ash had a throbbing headache and being rotated over a small grill didn't help any. One moment he'd been traveling through Hoenn alone, the next, blackness. He vaguely remembered a sinister laugh than a blow to the back of the head. After waking up he wasn't sure what to expect. He wouldn't have been surprised if he had found himself in a bed at a Pokemon Center, lying facedown in the woods, or maybe even in the clutches of Team Rocket. But the reality was just so......... unreal. He had woken up to find himself naked in a large plastic container dotted with pin prick sized holes. He wasn't the containers only occupant. He was surrounded by nude boys roughly his age. Ash was quick to realize he was in the buff as well. Looking through the plastic he had a warped view of other containers. Some held young girls, others housed older men, all of them had what appeared to be air holes and large labels stuck to them. Lean women age 20-25; obese men age 30-40, etc. At first he thought it was a dream but after slapping himself repeatedly while being forced to listen to the terrified wails of some of his container mates, Ash was forced to accept that his predicament was real and not just some fantasy of the mind. Someone had kidnapped him and dozens of other trainers! They'd stripped them naked and forced them in strange plastic holding cells. But who had done this and why?
It didn't take long for him to learn the truth. One minute he was contemplating his situation, the next a giant sized Cassidy of the nefarious Team Rocket was looming over his prison. Peeling back the plastic rooftop with her delicate nails she had lightly placed two more victims into his holding cell, one squirming and the other limp and unconscious.
"Giovanni had better pay time and a half for this, I don't like doing overtime and abducting people is hard work!"
"What the hell is going on here?!" Ash had called up to the titaness. No one else bothered, they already new the drill, he was ignored as Cassidy moved on to the next container (for underweight teenage girls) and dug into her Team Rocket issued fanny pack.
"We're snacks dude" One of his fellow prisoners, a light haired surfer kid from the Orange Isles, informed him, “I remember my mom telling me about how recently pokemon trainers traveling from city to city have been disappearing without a trace. I didn't think anything of it but I guess I should have been more careful. Trainers really ARE being kidnapped! Turns out Team Rocket's behind all the disappearances! They're stealing away people of all ages and sizes! But that's not even the worst of it! Dude!!! We've been reduced to food!"
"Foo- Wuh?! They're feeding us to pokemon?"
"I don't know, but that giant blond haired chick told us we were shrunk so that we'd be snack sized!"
Ash gulped, "S-she can't be serious! Not even Team Rocket would do something so horrible! And why would they even bother? What do they get out of killing us?"
"I don't know." The boy shrugged helplessly.
"They're.......... They're just trying to scare us." Oh how wrong he'd been.
Now here he was slowly being cooked alive. His final resting place would be in some high profile woman's stomach. He, and many other shrunken trainers, had been delivered to some sort of underground shindig involving some of the world's most powerful women. Gym leaders, Officer Jenny's in charge of their own districts, celebrities, and their many cling ons, among others, danced and chatted as they devoured tiny people. Some were gulped down whole and alive, others squirmed under sharp piercing teeth; others had the luck of dying during their cooking process. Ash knew he wouldn't be so lucky. Human hotdogs were only grilled enough to cause their skin to darken and flake. Soon enough he'd be taking the plunge into a hungry girl's maw...... only to have his already sore damaged skin smothered in stomach acid.
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The truth was Team Rocket had somehow developed a shrinking formula a few years back. At first it had only been tested on pokemon but eventually they decided to move on to human subjects. Their victims were mostly drifters (trainers who went from town to town). Shrunken trainers actually became quite the commodity on the black market. They'd started off as pets and lab rattatas for experimental drug testing..... but it didn't take long for them to build up a reputation as delicacies. More sought after than Magikarp eggs they became a must have entree for the rich and famous. Disappearances were on the rise, no longer targeting just travelers things escalated. There were children never returning from school and parents never coming home from work, but the secret trade in shrunken human cargo had yet to be uncovered.
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Jessie emerged from the ladies room releasing a satisfied sigh. She had just finished shitting out one of her oldest rivals. It had all been so delicious. She kept replaying the scene over and over again in her head. She hadn't officially been invited but Team Rocket had developed the shrinking formula and she'd been ordered to deliver the boxes of food to the party. Instead of leaving she hid in a broom closet for several hours and came out dressed in a ritzy (in her opinion) gown to help her blend in with the party. While passing by the refreshments table she was amazed to see a familiar spiky haired face squirming to escape from neck high portion of fried rice.
She scooped out a large portion onto her plain paper plate ignoring her victim at first. Brock struggled to escape as a giant plastic fork descended toward him then, impaling the rice; it rose up with descent sized portion of food to Jessie's lips. She brought the fork down once more coming mere inches away from slicing through Brock's torso. The man let out an excited 'eep'. Jessie smiled wickedly, "Oh, is something in there? It sounded like my appetizer was screaming."
Her eyes flashed with pretend surprise, "Well well well, it seems there's a stowaway in my rice. Why are you in my food hon? Do you want some beautiful full bodied woman to crunch ya? Because if that's the case I'd be happy to oblige."
"You people are sick!You.... You can't do this! It isn-"
"Can't? I'm sorry twerp, I must have heard you wrong. Did you say can't? Well, I hate to be the one to contradict you but obliviously, yes, I can. I can do whatever the hell I want with you. All those months I spent trying to capture pikachu. Getting blown up, arrested, electrocuted, drowned, beaten, trampled, I think you treating me to a nice dinner is the least you could do...... Though you're hardly what I'd call a dinner." Brock shivered as the fork came from behind, a sneak attack, and worked its way under his but.
The several inch tall former gym leader was raised into the air. He used a single grain of rice to cover his package. Though he normally was a huge fan of the ladies, and Jessie was quite the looker with a nice pair of melons, there was just something he found disgusting about her.
"At your size you aren't so much a dinner as you are just a snack...... Maybe you'd be enough for those anorexic ninny Sensational Sisters." Jessie gritted her teeth and looked over towards the Waterflower sisters. They were actually the ones hosting the event. She envied their wealth and fame, as well as harbored resentment towards their younger tomboyish sister, "But for a girl like me you'll only help whet my appetite. How does it feel Brock, to know you aren't even your own meal. Just a side dish to a meal. Something to be consumed three times and day and forgotten. How does that make you feel?"
"You........ I....... No, please-"
"Times up, it's time for a nice sized helping of vitamin twerp!" The fork shot forward and Jessie's smiling lips parted.
"No!" Brock didn't even have time to beg for mercy.
The former gym trainer was batted around by the redhead's massive merciless tongue. She sucked on him like a piece of hard candy and, despite his revulsion towards her, the sponge like muscle grinding against his crotch caused him to harden. Jessie smiled. Though it was rude to talk with food in your mouth Jessie wasn't one for proper etiquette, "My my Brockh" His body slightly altering her speech, "I didhn't know yhou came wihth cream filling!" Brock shrieked as Jessie swallowed..... but soon the cruel red head was gagging.
Rather than slide down her throat into her growling stomach he made a desperate lunge for the slimy fleshy orb dangling in the back of her throat. The woman's coughing caused a few of the other guests to stare at her and whisper among themselves but no one moved to help her.
Jessie turned red but it wasn't from lack of air. She was outraged. This was her moment, her revenge! She had come off as so cool and sexy, yet here he was ruining the moment by making her gag and cough like an old woman. If she wasn't careful she might bring attention to herself. Fine, if he was going to play dirty she would to. Though she had teased him she hadn't gone out of her way to make things painful for him. That was before he decided to play mechanical bull with her uvula.
Brock gripped it desperately, his legs and arms wrapped around it. His hardon was pressed into quivering uvula. Every few seconds he'd slide and little down its smooth slick surface and he'd have to shimmy up it again to keep from plunging down her throat. The movement and poking would occasionally bring on a series of coughs but Brock was able to hold on as the uvula bounced back and forth. Just as he was contemplating his next move light flooded into the chamber. Was Jessie going to let him out? To his horror a sea of dressing came racing towards him. His screaming as extra spicy ranch sauce impacted with his body and ripped him from his perch. He was forced to swallow a good gallon of it as he made his way down Jessie's neck.
Jessie belched in triumph and set down the dressing. Many of the guests, who had been watching her, either wrinkled their noses at the crude behavior or laughed. Jessie didn't care, she had had her revenge. Or at least she had put things into motion. She was sure her stomach would do the rest. She continued to tease Brock for the rest of the night as she felt him squirm in her gut. She sent four more to keep him company. Jessie always had a fast digestive system, it probably came from all the tough vile crap she was forced to eat as a kid, and soon enough she'd excreted Brock and his friends into the toilet. It was hard to tell which turd was made of 'twerp' but she didn't dwell to long on it. With a flush he was gone forever. It had all been so satisfying.
Jessie continued to replay the event as someone pushed passed her.
"Excuse me....... Oh, it's you....... You've got some toilet paper stuck to your shoe." Misty smirked at the older woman, "I suggest you leave before I get security." Growling Jessie left.
Misty informed security anyway just in case the bumbling woman tried to return. She said hi to Whitney, Claire, and some of the other female gym leaders who had attended her older sister's party. The dragon loving Claire smiled at the youngest and unacknowledged Sensational Sister, "Hello Misty, lovely party." She pursed her lips and brought up her fingers as if afraid a tiny burp might escape from them. She grinned sheepishly, "Sorry about that, seems someone in there doesn't agree with me."
Along the way she called out to some other familiar faces. In an attempt to keep from being surrounded by no one but her sister's snooty friends Misty had invited a few of her own. Duplica, a girl who enjoyed impersonations, Casey, the world's biggest electabuzz fan, and Iya, a ninja training to become a gym leader, were a few of them. She called out hello to her friends who were all enjoying their shrunken victims.
Some of their guests weren't simply eating them. Misty saw Sabrina, a black haired older psychic and gym leader, teleporting her victims directly to her stomach. At least that's what Misty assumed. Yet from the weird smile on her face Misty couldn't help but suspect one or two of them were drowning in her snatch. Her own friends were also using their living appetizers in unconventional ways. Casey had a pair of bucking legs sticking out of her nose. Apparently, whom ever they belonged to had something to piss her off. Or maybe getting snorted halfway up her nose was a form of mercy, or some sort of game, it was always hard to tell what was going on in Casey's head. Iya had a few lying perfectly still on the floor. She was running over them barefoot. She explained to Misty how it was good practice to help keep her agile and to make sure she moved without creating a sound. Ninja's should be able to move so swiftly they hardly apply any pressure to the ground they're treading upon. Though her actions offended some of the other guests Misty didn't try to stop her from her exercise.
"So, you seem to be doing well." Misty commended after watching her for a moment.
Iya shrugged then pointed out a few red stains on the ground where pieces of shrunken victims remained, "A few popped at first, sometimes it takes me a while to get into the right rhythm."
"Well, practice makes perfect." With that Misty made her way to the refreshment table. She was starved and hadn't had a bite to eat all day. Shrunken trainers weren't anything new to her. Her sisters had been one of the first clients to start buying them up. Originally they'd been nothing more than living dildos to the divas but, after Lily bit ones head off in a fit of rage, they had discovered people could be quite tasty.
What was she in the mood for? Hmmmmmm, soup? No........ Chili?........ No....... Hotdogs? Misty's stomach growled in approval, hotdogs it would be. They had bought mini buns big enough to snuggly fit over their several inch long victims.
Grabbing a pair of tongs she pulled two boys off a rotating spit that had been positioned over a grill. Thier bonds broke easily, there arms and legs had been tied to the pole using parsley. She set them in their respective buns and looked at her two victims from behind. Their skin was lightly tanned from the grill but no real harm done. They both seemed to be about her age, maybe a bit younger. Misty smiled and raised one of the hotdog to her nose.
Ash was dizzy and confused. One moment he was rotating the next two cold objects were pressed into his sides and he was sent flying through the air. Now he was lying on a soft doughy surface that surrounded him from the left and right. He rotated, so that he wasn't face down, just in time to see him approaching the nose of a giant girl.
Misty brought her snack up centimeters away from her nose and inhaled deeply so that she could smell the delicious aroma of lightly grilled boy. The strong suction caused the boy's limp member to shoot upward and rattle around the inside of one of her nostrils. Misty giggled, the sensation tickled. She set the hotdog back down on her plate. Neither boy tried to escape, both were exhausted from the ordeal the grill had put them through. Misty grabbed some condiments for her boydogs. Relish, mustard, ketchup, all the necessaries. She licked her lips in anticipation.
"Misty?" The giant tomboy went rigid.
"Ash?!" She looked around the room quickly, confused and embarrassed, before something finally registered in her brain. The voice had been tiny and it had come from her plate. Looking down she inspected her right most hotdog. Sure enough, there was her former traveling companion Ash Ketchum.
Ash couldn't believe his own eyes but the girl who'd practically molested him with her nose was Misty!
1. Misty can't explain things to him until they're alone (which won't be till the end of the party). For now she has to treat him like food and mingle with the other guests.
2. Misty decides to eat him. Ash finds himself digesting in the belly of a girl he once considered a close friend.
It didn't take long for him to learn the truth. One minute he was contemplating his situation, the next a giant sized Cassidy of the nefarious Team Rocket was looming over his prison. Peeling back the plastic rooftop with her delicate nails she had lightly placed two more victims into his holding cell, one squirming and the other limp and unconscious.
"Giovanni had better pay time and a half for this, I don't like doing overtime and abducting people is hard work!"
"What the hell is going on here?!" Ash had called up to the titaness. No one else bothered, they already new the drill, he was ignored as Cassidy moved on to the next container (for underweight teenage girls) and dug into her Team Rocket issued fanny pack.
"We're snacks dude" One of his fellow prisoners, a light haired surfer kid from the Orange Isles, informed him, “I remember my mom telling me about how recently pokemon trainers traveling from city to city have been disappearing without a trace. I didn't think anything of it but I guess I should have been more careful. Trainers really ARE being kidnapped! Turns out Team Rocket's behind all the disappearances! They're stealing away people of all ages and sizes! But that's not even the worst of it! Dude!!! We've been reduced to food!"
"Foo- Wuh?! They're feeding us to pokemon?"
"I don't know, but that giant blond haired chick told us we were shrunk so that we'd be snack sized!"
Ash gulped, "S-she can't be serious! Not even Team Rocket would do something so horrible! And why would they even bother? What do they get out of killing us?"
"I don't know." The boy shrugged helplessly.
"They're.......... They're just trying to scare us." Oh how wrong he'd been.
Now here he was slowly being cooked alive. His final resting place would be in some high profile woman's stomach. He, and many other shrunken trainers, had been delivered to some sort of underground shindig involving some of the world's most powerful women. Gym leaders, Officer Jenny's in charge of their own districts, celebrities, and their many cling ons, among others, danced and chatted as they devoured tiny people. Some were gulped down whole and alive, others squirmed under sharp piercing teeth; others had the luck of dying during their cooking process. Ash knew he wouldn't be so lucky. Human hotdogs were only grilled enough to cause their skin to darken and flake. Soon enough he'd be taking the plunge into a hungry girl's maw...... only to have his already sore damaged skin smothered in stomach acid.
............................................................................ ........................
The truth was Team Rocket had somehow developed a shrinking formula a few years back. At first it had only been tested on pokemon but eventually they decided to move on to human subjects. Their victims were mostly drifters (trainers who went from town to town). Shrunken trainers actually became quite the commodity on the black market. They'd started off as pets and lab rattatas for experimental drug testing..... but it didn't take long for them to build up a reputation as delicacies. More sought after than Magikarp eggs they became a must have entree for the rich and famous. Disappearances were on the rise, no longer targeting just travelers things escalated. There were children never returning from school and parents never coming home from work, but the secret trade in shrunken human cargo had yet to be uncovered.
............................................................................ .........................
Jessie emerged from the ladies room releasing a satisfied sigh. She had just finished shitting out one of her oldest rivals. It had all been so delicious. She kept replaying the scene over and over again in her head. She hadn't officially been invited but Team Rocket had developed the shrinking formula and she'd been ordered to deliver the boxes of food to the party. Instead of leaving she hid in a broom closet for several hours and came out dressed in a ritzy (in her opinion) gown to help her blend in with the party. While passing by the refreshments table she was amazed to see a familiar spiky haired face squirming to escape from neck high portion of fried rice.
She scooped out a large portion onto her plain paper plate ignoring her victim at first. Brock struggled to escape as a giant plastic fork descended toward him then, impaling the rice; it rose up with descent sized portion of food to Jessie's lips. She brought the fork down once more coming mere inches away from slicing through Brock's torso. The man let out an excited 'eep'. Jessie smiled wickedly, "Oh, is something in there? It sounded like my appetizer was screaming."
Her eyes flashed with pretend surprise, "Well well well, it seems there's a stowaway in my rice. Why are you in my food hon? Do you want some beautiful full bodied woman to crunch ya? Because if that's the case I'd be happy to oblige."
"You people are sick!You.... You can't do this! It isn-"
"Can't? I'm sorry twerp, I must have heard you wrong. Did you say can't? Well, I hate to be the one to contradict you but obliviously, yes, I can. I can do whatever the hell I want with you. All those months I spent trying to capture pikachu. Getting blown up, arrested, electrocuted, drowned, beaten, trampled, I think you treating me to a nice dinner is the least you could do...... Though you're hardly what I'd call a dinner." Brock shivered as the fork came from behind, a sneak attack, and worked its way under his but.
The several inch tall former gym leader was raised into the air. He used a single grain of rice to cover his package. Though he normally was a huge fan of the ladies, and Jessie was quite the looker with a nice pair of melons, there was just something he found disgusting about her.
"At your size you aren't so much a dinner as you are just a snack...... Maybe you'd be enough for those anorexic ninny Sensational Sisters." Jessie gritted her teeth and looked over towards the Waterflower sisters. They were actually the ones hosting the event. She envied their wealth and fame, as well as harbored resentment towards their younger tomboyish sister, "But for a girl like me you'll only help whet my appetite. How does it feel Brock, to know you aren't even your own meal. Just a side dish to a meal. Something to be consumed three times and day and forgotten. How does that make you feel?"
"You........ I....... No, please-"
"Times up, it's time for a nice sized helping of vitamin twerp!" The fork shot forward and Jessie's smiling lips parted.
"No!" Brock didn't even have time to beg for mercy.
The former gym trainer was batted around by the redhead's massive merciless tongue. She sucked on him like a piece of hard candy and, despite his revulsion towards her, the sponge like muscle grinding against his crotch caused him to harden. Jessie smiled. Though it was rude to talk with food in your mouth Jessie wasn't one for proper etiquette, "My my Brockh" His body slightly altering her speech, "I didhn't know yhou came wihth cream filling!" Brock shrieked as Jessie swallowed..... but soon the cruel red head was gagging.
Rather than slide down her throat into her growling stomach he made a desperate lunge for the slimy fleshy orb dangling in the back of her throat. The woman's coughing caused a few of the other guests to stare at her and whisper among themselves but no one moved to help her.
Jessie turned red but it wasn't from lack of air. She was outraged. This was her moment, her revenge! She had come off as so cool and sexy, yet here he was ruining the moment by making her gag and cough like an old woman. If she wasn't careful she might bring attention to herself. Fine, if he was going to play dirty she would to. Though she had teased him she hadn't gone out of her way to make things painful for him. That was before he decided to play mechanical bull with her uvula.
Brock gripped it desperately, his legs and arms wrapped around it. His hardon was pressed into quivering uvula. Every few seconds he'd slide and little down its smooth slick surface and he'd have to shimmy up it again to keep from plunging down her throat. The movement and poking would occasionally bring on a series of coughs but Brock was able to hold on as the uvula bounced back and forth. Just as he was contemplating his next move light flooded into the chamber. Was Jessie going to let him out? To his horror a sea of dressing came racing towards him. His screaming as extra spicy ranch sauce impacted with his body and ripped him from his perch. He was forced to swallow a good gallon of it as he made his way down Jessie's neck.
Jessie belched in triumph and set down the dressing. Many of the guests, who had been watching her, either wrinkled their noses at the crude behavior or laughed. Jessie didn't care, she had had her revenge. Or at least she had put things into motion. She was sure her stomach would do the rest. She continued to tease Brock for the rest of the night as she felt him squirm in her gut. She sent four more to keep him company. Jessie always had a fast digestive system, it probably came from all the tough vile crap she was forced to eat as a kid, and soon enough she'd excreted Brock and his friends into the toilet. It was hard to tell which turd was made of 'twerp' but she didn't dwell to long on it. With a flush he was gone forever. It had all been so satisfying.
Jessie continued to replay the event as someone pushed passed her.
"Excuse me....... Oh, it's you....... You've got some toilet paper stuck to your shoe." Misty smirked at the older woman, "I suggest you leave before I get security." Growling Jessie left.
Misty informed security anyway just in case the bumbling woman tried to return. She said hi to Whitney, Claire, and some of the other female gym leaders who had attended her older sister's party. The dragon loving Claire smiled at the youngest and unacknowledged Sensational Sister, "Hello Misty, lovely party." She pursed her lips and brought up her fingers as if afraid a tiny burp might escape from them. She grinned sheepishly, "Sorry about that, seems someone in there doesn't agree with me."
Along the way she called out to some other familiar faces. In an attempt to keep from being surrounded by no one but her sister's snooty friends Misty had invited a few of her own. Duplica, a girl who enjoyed impersonations, Casey, the world's biggest electabuzz fan, and Iya, a ninja training to become a gym leader, were a few of them. She called out hello to her friends who were all enjoying their shrunken victims.
Some of their guests weren't simply eating them. Misty saw Sabrina, a black haired older psychic and gym leader, teleporting her victims directly to her stomach. At least that's what Misty assumed. Yet from the weird smile on her face Misty couldn't help but suspect one or two of them were drowning in her snatch. Her own friends were also using their living appetizers in unconventional ways. Casey had a pair of bucking legs sticking out of her nose. Apparently, whom ever they belonged to had something to piss her off. Or maybe getting snorted halfway up her nose was a form of mercy, or some sort of game, it was always hard to tell what was going on in Casey's head. Iya had a few lying perfectly still on the floor. She was running over them barefoot. She explained to Misty how it was good practice to help keep her agile and to make sure she moved without creating a sound. Ninja's should be able to move so swiftly they hardly apply any pressure to the ground they're treading upon. Though her actions offended some of the other guests Misty didn't try to stop her from her exercise.
"So, you seem to be doing well." Misty commended after watching her for a moment.
Iya shrugged then pointed out a few red stains on the ground where pieces of shrunken victims remained, "A few popped at first, sometimes it takes me a while to get into the right rhythm."
"Well, practice makes perfect." With that Misty made her way to the refreshment table. She was starved and hadn't had a bite to eat all day. Shrunken trainers weren't anything new to her. Her sisters had been one of the first clients to start buying them up. Originally they'd been nothing more than living dildos to the divas but, after Lily bit ones head off in a fit of rage, they had discovered people could be quite tasty.
What was she in the mood for? Hmmmmmm, soup? No........ Chili?........ No....... Hotdogs? Misty's stomach growled in approval, hotdogs it would be. They had bought mini buns big enough to snuggly fit over their several inch long victims.
Grabbing a pair of tongs she pulled two boys off a rotating spit that had been positioned over a grill. Thier bonds broke easily, there arms and legs had been tied to the pole using parsley. She set them in their respective buns and looked at her two victims from behind. Their skin was lightly tanned from the grill but no real harm done. They both seemed to be about her age, maybe a bit younger. Misty smiled and raised one of the hotdog to her nose.
Ash was dizzy and confused. One moment he was rotating the next two cold objects were pressed into his sides and he was sent flying through the air. Now he was lying on a soft doughy surface that surrounded him from the left and right. He rotated, so that he wasn't face down, just in time to see him approaching the nose of a giant girl.
Misty brought her snack up centimeters away from her nose and inhaled deeply so that she could smell the delicious aroma of lightly grilled boy. The strong suction caused the boy's limp member to shoot upward and rattle around the inside of one of her nostrils. Misty giggled, the sensation tickled. She set the hotdog back down on her plate. Neither boy tried to escape, both were exhausted from the ordeal the grill had put them through. Misty grabbed some condiments for her boydogs. Relish, mustard, ketchup, all the necessaries. She licked her lips in anticipation.
"Misty?" The giant tomboy went rigid.
"Ash?!" She looked around the room quickly, confused and embarrassed, before something finally registered in her brain. The voice had been tiny and it had come from her plate. Looking down she inspected her right most hotdog. Sure enough, there was her former traveling companion Ash Ketchum.
Ash couldn't believe his own eyes but the girl who'd practically molested him with her nose was Misty!
1. Misty can't explain things to him until they're alone (which won't be till the end of the party). For now she has to treat him like food and mingle with the other guests.
2. Misty decides to eat him. Ash finds himself digesting in the belly of a girl he once considered a close friend.
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