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>still grading cards
>>58888590>Z-A starters all relegated to the backgroundoof
Did you get your hands on any ascended heroes?
>still buying modern
Ive traded pretty much all my modern chase cards for XY cards I wanted
Here they are!
Psyduck is based
>>58888590I like how no one got the memo that Pokemon is only putting out mid to shit sets now, but people are still hyping, over buying, over spending, and shilling. Its literally riding a dying wave from 2023 and everyone refuses to admit theyre late to the party. Why are you buying these sets? The set identity sucks, theyre all over the place, just a mish mash and hodge podge pf different pokemon and concepts. The mega pokemon evolve from the middle stage, like how retarded is that, the original mega set didnt even do that. Whose paying for these? Do you really think they have actual value?
Yesterday's modernslop pickups
>Rhydon never got chase cards >no SIR, no EX, nothing>closest thing is Brock’s Rhydon and the Skyridge oneThis annoys me way more than it should. At least the modern arts of him are actually pretty good, but there are like 0 normal holos so I have to put up with the shitty reverse holo effect that modern cards all seem to have
>>58889428my word
>>58890337Team Magma's Rhydon is kino thobeit
How are them themed binders coming along lads?
>>58890337Why would a stage 1 get an ultra rare? Rhyperior is the Pokemon that should and does get ultra rares.
I think I've been collecting wrong all alongI thought I was smart buying cheap older cards 10 or so years ago but as I'm selling them I realize that I didn't really care for them Even if my goal was just money I would have been better off investing in a few things rather than filling entire binders full of singles + I would have saved a ton of time (selling singles online SUCKS)You really should buy cards you legitimately enjoy and disregard the entire speculation crap
>>58890066based japgod
>>58890434This Rhyperior is pretty gud for a non-secret 3/4art that is not 3dslop.
>>58890400I have a gen1 alt art binder (I know, how original), a small vending binder (but I'm too poor for masakis) and a vintage binder with mostly my wotc cards from middle school, and the carddass stuff that is still too incomplete to deserve a dedicated binder.
>>58891071>looks better than my english copyI feel like such a fuckin fool for buying english vintage sometimes, it’s retardedly overpriced at this point. Wish i started collecting earlier Anyways, nice card, Holon rules. Peep this armaldo
>still buying vintage
>>58891113I will, when GF gives me modern cards with good artwork of my favorite mons. And ffs, start using Cosmos holos more
>>58891174nerd card
>>58891067>>58891275OMG is that THE KOMIYAAAAAA? RRRREDDITS FAVORITTE!!!!??????? :o
Komiya is cool though
>still buying physical
Post cards
>>58892248
I used to buy booster boxes at the start of releases to kickstart my collection, even if I get no hits.I haven't been able to do this since 151
birbs part 3
>>58892718also a rogue arceus that didn't fit in with his brothers next page
mail day!
>>58892689I stopped at Twilight Masquerade. I really miss it.
>>58888590post came only posting home handpicked cards, i got a bunch of bulk from db/bw because it came with a few cards i wanted, decently priced tho ive wanted this mcdonalds wooper for ages>>58890400really nice cards i saw a couple eseries/adv lileep and cradilly when i was at the card shop at the weekend, didnt have too much money butt want to pick them up at some point
>>58892910why do v cards look so tacky something about the black border of those and vstar just looks terrible to me kek
>>58892248Mail day!!!
>>58890066>>58889883>>58891542>>58892248>58892303>58893208>>58893305Based Cards Posters!!!!!
>>58893221Black border makes them look like another TCG like magic or similar. Grey border alt arts look more like pokemon
Card shop had this for $25. Did I fuck up by not buying it?
>>58893567Is it official or some knockoff? Personally if it was official I would have bought it because im a playmat crack whore with 50+ mats.
>>58893759It was official, I asked them to do $20 but he said $25. Do you open your playmats or just keep them sealed? I love Bianca but I'm more focused on strictly cards over accessories right now.
>>58888590>They made sure to put the girlmons(Clefairy/Chikorita) together while also taking into account that Chikorita Megas into a Fairy type which is the same type as ClefairyThat was pretty ingenious, the other tins are just random groupings
I'm about to spend $500 on a waifu PSA 10 card that the seller had listed for $650. Good deal for Misty's Favor in Japanese?
Should I wait until more Ascended products release (namely the Elite Trainer Box) before I try to buy all the cards I need from the set?I'm running the shopping wizard on Cardmarket and either way ('focus on prices' or 'focus on shipments') is more money that I was hoping to spend because there are no sellers that have all the cards I need, it's all scattered.
>this card I bought for 80¢ near mint in 2022 is now $7.45, and that's just moderately playedWhat the fuck?
>>58893791I open them and use them as my desk mat, I swap mats like once a week so that I cycle through my collection and get to see them but it’s not just pokemon mats, I got yugioh, digimon, and one piece mats as well. While yes the autism to keep things “pristine” is there I try to not let it effect me with mats. Having a nice mat on your desk can really lift the mood so I do suggest getting one.>>58893994As someone who has a PSA 10 Misty’s Favor I say do it.
I hope the suppliers and distributors responsible for the obvious market scalping and manipulation would burn in hell.
>>58888590>New set is out>Different types of reverse holos>Like 80 different illustration rares, full arts and special illustration rares>Last set was only like 2 and a half months agoGood thing i'm not into megas. Being a modern collector must be hell
>>58894606I bought it
>>58889428gross
>>58889428I'M MULTICULTURED
>>58895027I approve of waifu cards. Color on the outside is not important since they are all pink on the inside.
>>58895027And people have the audacity to call pokegirls lolis when they have hips like those.
>>58895027Not even god himself could pull me out
Don't mind me. I'm just dumping booster sleeves resealed with shitty bulk commons inside the store.
>>58895590Scalpers learning that they bought and resold the same resealed booster sleeves
only 300$ for some plastic! this shit better come with panties!
>>58891156
Chaos Rising
>>58896130>Haven't even seen the previous set in stores>"Get ready for the next set!"
>>58896130when did tpc become so predictable with their sets? They all have at least the dark zard and stormy rayquaza sets, plus a shinies one (this one I can understand). That plus the base and dlc sets for each gen + remakes basically make up the entire generation of cards. The exception would be special sets like rumble, pogo, seasonal, anniversary, etc
>>58895732The meloetta is worth $295 by herself
>>58895758How much did you pay for my tourist wife?
>>58896328bought in 2021, shipped from Hawaii lol
>>58888590Is it a safe bet for $80 or should I wait some more time?
>>58896266i can't lie, it's definitely one of the better looking figurines they've made
>>58896369brother the set came out like this week. it will be 40$ by march
>>58896374Alright then I will wait it out.
>>58896374also keep in mind the ETBs and booster bundles haven't even started shipping yet from pokemoncenter orders. so on top of it being pre-release prices right now people are being drip-fed pulls from walmart blisters.
>>58896261>when did tpc become so predictable with their sets?Gen 7. Gen 6 did have Charizard and Rayquaza sets, but they can be excused for new Megas and ORAS and weren't exactly like the pattern Gen 7 set up. It may not be connected, but Gen 7 is also when the Japanese expansions started going crazy with the Enhanced and High Class Expansion subsets.If it wasn't for the fact that we had such sets in every era between XY and now, I wouldn't mind them in this era partially for callbacks and partially for Rayquaza's importance in Mega Dimension.>That plus the base and dlc sets for each gen + remakes basically make up the entire generation of cards.I miss the days when they did something original to fill in the gaps between game releases. We haven't truly had that since Gen 6.
>>58894383Scalpers are fully aware collectors like the fossil pokemon and tyrantrum and aurorus were hugely neglected because they were some of the last fossil mons to come out before sets became extremely thematically risk averse.They got nothing for TWO GENERATIONS. The new ones will be scalped too despite the lack of rarity because normal people can’t buy packs anyways
>>58896261>we used to get brand new regions with unique lore connected to the existing pokemon world in gen 2 and 3>now sets are just “come lick greninja’s balls” and MEMBER ‘QUAAAAAZAAAA????”
>>58896369I just bought the Japanese one for 10, I can't believe engl*shfags are still getting facefucked like this while being so happy to gurgle on all that cum.
>>58897047Really nice card anonthis yours?
>>58897194Oralsex from stunfisk
why they stop making the "Mega Attack" MA cards? they trashed the concept after 1 set?
>>58897472I said this before, the MAs are for the special sets like VMax Climax, VStar Universe, or Terastal Fest ex
>>58897477so that means a very small fraction of the mega pokemon will even have a MA? if so whats the point? will there even be another "special" set in the "mega" era? seems like a wasted concept. sad because MA are the best looking cards in this trash filler era before Wind / Wave
>>58893790love these old ex its a shame so many of them are peeling apart
>be me>check new cards>"Uh, this Pikachu looks cute">"Let me spend $20-25 on this card">Check real pricesARE YOU COMPLETELY FUCKING RETARDED?!
>>58897678Ascended Heroes' release is botched and there's no booster bundle or etb still. The prices for EVERYTHING in this set is still gigafucked. Should have just delayed the whole set. Plus>25-30 on a card with Pikachu Tax50 minimum until the sneakerheads all leave (so never)
>>58897678Wtf?
>>58897871>>58897678thats insane guess when scalpers are hoarding all the boxes no one is opening packs
>>58897678Get a job.
>>58898104Found the scalper jEW
>>58898130jews are the one that complain about prices
>>58897953I feel like there's going to be a huge TCG market crash in the next couple of years similar to what to comic books in the 90s. Obviously it's not going to bankrupt the Pokemon Company like it did to Marvel and DC.
>>58898309>I feel like there's going to be a huge TCG market crash2 more weeks
>>58897472Mega Attack Rare should've replaced Ultra and Hyper Rares. TPC needs to stop the slop.>>58897504>will there even be another "special" set in the "mega" era?By the end of the year right before their first Gen 10 set.
>>58898339Somethings gotta give. You're telling me that the scalped sets like Surging Sparks and onwards are going to be valuable in the future? TPC claimed that they printed billions of cards from these sets and they are just being hoarded by scalpers or the distributors themselves.
>>58896514>They got nothing for TWO GENERATIONSThankfully the TCG is making up for it now.And I'll die inside the moment this card is $200 just like the Mega Meganium ex card. I love Meganium and Aurorus but there's no way in hell I'd spend that much on a piece of cardboard.
>>58898104*blocks your path**giga drains your wallet*
>>58898450Been hearing the same rhetoric since the end of 2020. Surely we are only 2 weeks away this time.
>>58898522The difference is that there wasn't a frenzy of scalpers buying products by the dozen in 2020-2021 due to the lockdowns and lack of interest by scalpers. I know that since when certain stuff were unavailable, stock came back days later.
>>58898544>Champions Path, Shining Fates, and Celebrations weren't scalpedSure buddy, whatever you say.
Mairu deiru!
>>58898490One of the rare situations where the basic EX looks better than the SIR>>58898474I’m glad I got a lot of my fossil collection completed before the Natural History hype train started. The prices and dinosaur mons are NEVER going down
>>58898680And now not even shit sets like Shrouded Fable are safe from scalpers.
And my aritas are done.
>>58897255no
>buy $56 card>ask for tracking after it was marked shipped>I sent it regular mail with a stamp. I hope that's okay. >you sent a $56 card with no tracking?He went back to the post office, got it back and bought a tracking number. Everyday I am amazed by the things people will do. Also, can people stop selling cards with creases as anything less than Heavy Play? >>58898841Nice. I am glad I bought the Shining Legends GX several years ago. I can't believe how expensive it is now.
>>58899715Honestly I'm more amazed by him getting it back from the post office to add tracking. Both from him going through the effort to do that, and them for giving it back so it could be done.
>>58899989Yeah, I don't know why a seller would want to do that to themselves. I've bought cards for $1.50 and they still get tracking.
Why do normalfags love collecting multiple versions of the same card? Do they think it's quirky or something?
>>58898841No mewtwo mew tagteam?
>>58900185I have more than 1 of some of my birbs, I got extras either by pulling them of from opening boxes that had them like a deck with 3 copies
>>58900202I already have the alt art, but yeah eventually when I finish my special art binder I'll get the arita one too, and also the mew V which should both be cheap.
>>58900185i have multiple erikas maids i just like it
>>58899715sellers are mental theyll sell something as near mint but if they were buying the card from you theyd call it heavily played. cards all over ebay labelled as nm with a tonne of whitening on the back lol
>>58900185problem?
sadly Pikachu was named in the Trumpstein Files
>>58901113Lmaoooooo
Maillllllll
https://www.reddit.com/r/PokemonTCG/comments/1qw005j/overlooked_details_on_the_banned_mistys_tears_card/What's your honest and professional opinion on the controversial Creature's The Pokemon Company's Pokemon Trading Card Game's Leader Stadium's Japanese Misty's Tears?
>>58900839Do you collect AL cards?
>>58901723I really like this card. Came in the mail today.
>>58900185Because I rabbu my wife
>>58902010nice tatsugiri
>>58902065A fellow gentleman of culture. If I wasn't a borderline neet i would buy a stack of Lillie's Determination SIRs.
Anyone in Australia buy from TCG player? I know I'd need to use a forwarding service but no real idea about it. I wanna fill out my old Team Rocket collection but buying each card on Ebay is expensive and time consuming.
>>58897678it definitely looks like an ordinary IR, not a SIR, 500 for it is a bit insane
I already got Dendra, Why is the English Perrin card so pricey now?
>>58900185When they understood that their interest in pokemon cards doesnt make them interesting, they then try to buy a personality instead.
Luv me jirachi
>>58903932You cant buy yourself a personality.
>>58903953You can't buy any cards, it seems.
>>58889428>enjoying cards like theseI'd say there are worse tastes to have but I'm confident that this is objectively the worst taste a person can have.
>>58893567Went back today and got it for $20. I fucking love Bianca bros.
>he spend 4 euros on card of Jacinthe
TrainerGOD here, I'm slowly getting into buying modernslop SARs and they're pretty nice.
>Ooh an early auction and a card I want selling for cheap, I'll check those out>it's an ad for a livestream auction >some guy selling mystery packsInvesting and gambling is the worst thing that happened to TCGs
ChinkGODS won. Again... https://x.com/pokecamatomeru/status/2020087107503673567
>>58905885Why are carminefags so lucky?
>>58905998But I don't wanna go through the hassle of getting chink cards again... it took Rika's 8 months to go under 50 bucks>t. Carminefag
>haven't bought Pokemon cards in awhile>see a 2-pack with a Raikou card (one of my favorite Pokemon)>buy it because 1) Raikou and 2) cheap enough, feel like taking a chance>lady at Walmart notices and we have nice, friendly small talk about the Pokemon cards selling fast>open packs, get pic related in one of them (another favorite Pokemon of mine)That was a pleasant experience.
>>58906127At least you have it. I went through different card shows and have found nothing
>>58906171based eggbro
>>58905885Pretty good card but why are Carmine's feet cut off while her brothers are visible? Another win for the Festival Carmine SAR
Mail Day!
>>58890066>58891156>58891174>>58891542>>58892248>>58893305>>58906920Based!!!!
>>58903932>>58905083>>58905885>>58906920Pure Kino
>>58906883she's too good to be defiled
>trading all these cards for 1 gold star slop cardhttps://youtu.be/vsSUr2amTq4
what do you guys think about that jarchomp guy claiming his dragonite is worth $10k+ even though it sold for $2.5k about a year ago?seems like he's trying to manipulate the market to make his pc more valuable using his celebrity.
>>58907892
>>58907902Yeah, I just want to see people's cool cards.
Dead thread hopefully means 2 more weeks to $5 moonbreons
>>58909434Eh, i don't know about that.I did purchase a cool Team Magma's Claydol though.
XY is the only era worth buying
>>58909972Evangelical truth
>>58909050Best boy
>>58910642Rosa is so hot. And her boobs are so nice.
I got given a whole bunch of these Base/Jungle/Fossil stickers as a kid and just dug them out. They're obviously not real due to the all over patterns, thin paper and print lines on the back. Should I put them on eBay for cheap to see if I can trick some bots?
>>58910736they're vintage fakes people actually like to collect them. might sell for more than you think
>>58907366>>58910736The ironic thing is Gen 1 reverse holos look more batshit crazy than the fakes.
>>58910939>>58911044Did some googling, looks like they'd come under counterfeit rules and wouldn't be able to sell them despite being obviously fake.
>>58911248Ignore that shitebay is FULL of fake shitwhenever I report fake stuff (that's not disclosed openly as fake) ebay comes back and sez yeah theres nothing wrong listing stays upjoke platform
I fucked up. Saw a new listing for a Dark Gyarados for cheap and it says "First Edition" in title, had a quick look for damage/quality, looked all good and hit buy. Just realized the image doesn't show a First Edition card
My first mercari package should arrive soon.If I don't get raped by customs fees it will become my new marketplace, japanese singles in there have yummy prices.
30th pixel promo real?
Mail Day!!!
>>58912284Based
I culled my collection so hard that there are no cards I want to sell. Unless I see a super hard to find card at a show I will probably hoard from now on.
>>58911343Are you me? Bought Sabrina Suggestion SR and Cynthia Vstar on mercari. Both should arrive soon
>>58911237my trans gf just got me this card. its so cute
Seller traded me my Van Gogh Pikachu for the thicc Snorlax.
>>58909434kek moonbreon schizo hasn't been around in months. couldn't just wait two weeks! sad!
The tcg is healing anons!!!
Cracked 2 more slabs from their chastity cases today.
>>58914862there are infinitely more videos of asians and whites stealing at card shows, then there are of blacks stealing at card shows.
>>58914867I apologize if it seemed I was trying to race bait and I hope the outcome is the same for all thieves
>>58914862Lmaooooop
>>58914862Genuinely doesn’t feel safe going to card shows after the current waves of Poke-crime. Not really interested in getting pistol whipped by some retarded hype beast thug because I just bought a 70& card they wanna flip, or getting mugged on the way to the carThen again i just got my mail ripped open by a stranger today (it was a 2$ card) so i guess there’s really no safe way to interact with the hobby anymore
>>58915007you sound like a woman
Follow up to >>58912999 looks like one of them is here.
>>58915622Its a human!
>>58915624$50 in total for this beauty!Its a minty card with some skewed border, so that is a a alright with me.
>>58915622>>58915624You should really take better care of your knife, that thing's been abused to shit.
>>58914862we're going back to choking out niggers.
>>58914867if you steal pokemon cards you're a nigger and deserve the geroge floyd treatment.
>>58915833Does it count if I stole them on the playground 25 years ago from a girl? >girl showing me her stack>has a blastoise>need that shit>throw sand at her after school and raid her stack>never talks to me again I have had nightmares about this scenario basically my entire adult life and I don’t understand why my brain just won’t let it go
Watching the investorfag melty over the PSA price increases is hilarious >NNOOOOO I CANT AFFORD TO SUBMIT STACK AFTER STACK OF LITERAL TRASH AT THESE PRICES>WHAT WILL WE DO WITHOUT MORE EXCESS IN THE JUNK SLAB MARKET????
>random sperg about investors and psawho asked
>>58915934>>58915952I forgot the /vp/ jannies are tranniesI GOT RARE POGEYMAN CARDS
>>58915007Do you live in russia? Have you tried moving to a first world country?
>>58916064I don't think that's a Snorlax...
>>58915833>decades ago>Pokemon cards were treated like drugs by teachers if you were caught with them>one kid brings his shiny Dragonite to school to flex on us all>is too much of a pussy to keep it in his pocket (unsleeved of course) because he thinks the teacher will find it>ngl one of us probably would have snitched just to check his ego>anyway there were some loose panels on the playground equipment no one ever went on you could hide stuff in>he slips his precious Dragonite in there, thinking no one saw>I saw tho, but I didn’t know what he put in there but wanted to know>sneak off when everyone is inside and pull the panel>free Dragonite right before my eyes >finders keepers>after school watch him have the biggest melty in the universe when he can’t find his card I even still have it, it’s in shit ass condition but it’s a fun memory. Does that count as stealing? Or claiming unattended property?
>>58915763But serrated dull edge is much much more painful...
>>58916082That's because it's a gengar, silly!
>>58916123>>58915893I think childhood playground is fair game. Everyone in elementary were retards who didnt care of their cards. if they did, they wouldn't have brought them to school. I'm pretty sure every school had cases of cards being stolen, Its just what kids do. They want em and the owner is too dumb to take care of them.i had my fair share of stolen cards AND some cards i took. its only nigger status if you steal cards as a grown man,
He is free. He is a winner.
>>58915893I totally understand. I got in a fight with a friend at an afterschool daycare after he showed me picrel and I wanted it. When the caretaker came by we both claimed it was ours so she just took it herself so neither of us could have it. I snuck into the room she hid it in and took it and it never got brought up by either of them. Over a decade later, in highscool, I tried giving it back to the friend, but he refused to take it insisting he had gotten it back from the caretaker. Now I get a twinge of guilt anytime I see Salamence and it sticks in my brain as permanently unfinished business I tried and failed to rectify.
>>58914862For pokemon tcg since theres hardly any blacks you usually just see asians(including indians) and whites(usually wiggers) stealing. Theres a plethora of videos proving this. Though I guess theres a growing population of blacks """collecting""" pokemon cards now
>>58916664Them being banned at school was usually in response to some retard getting his stolen or them being the cause of a fight. I don’t care what anyone says, there is no way to replicate the particular rush of engaging in a Pokemon card trade at a school where they are strictly banned
Any of you guys still have your actual childhood collection? Cleaning some boxes out of my mom’s house today and I found mine. I remember all these being in relatively good condition, but with adult eyes, they kinda aren’t. Early era foil was really scratch prone it seems
KANTOOOOOOOOOOO
>>58915833>Walking to school in the 90s>Walk past a kiosk that's not open yet but has a stack of magazines next to the door that were probably left there by the mailman>On top of those magazines is an entire jungle booster display box>Walk right past it while contemplating that i could just grab it and escape to the nearby side alley in a matter of seconds>Leave it be because high trust white society and my life would be fucking ruined if i got caughtOnly time i've ever thought about stealing something
im gonna be honest, i stole packs from walmart every time my parents took me. which was only like once a year. usually 3 pack blisters or tins, i would just rip them right there in the card isle and shove the packs and promo in my pocket and would open them once I got home. only good things I ever got was a staraptor and blaziken lv x from a single 3 pack blister.
>>58917138No, I ended up selling it all about a decade ago to feed me and my sisters coke addiction at the time
>>58917138when my mom asked me if I wanted them when clearing stuff out I specifically remember thinking>I can't find anyone to play pokemon with, and they're probably not going to be worth more than my yugioh cards, so these can gobig regret in my life
>>58917138I don't have such a privileged childhood collecting some pokeman cards
>>58917710>being this poorEven the worst off, smelly poor kids were able to scrounge up some cards. Usually common trash, but having nothing at all was purely because you were not resourceful. It’s probably even easier for kids today (do kids even collect Pokemon cards anymore?) because of scalper retards flooding the market with bulk trash. Find a fiver and you can get a thousand cards
>>58917138I have them. Base set looks pretty scuffed because i traded a bunch of them from classmates at school so they've travelled in peoples pockets.
I genuinely hate PSA and graded cart.How could this possibly be a PSA 10 with that whitening on the right?!
>>58918321Thats just reflection of the light from the scanner.
>>58918321It’s a PSA 10 cause the tag on it says it’s a PSA 10. That’s how it works. Dumb pieces of shit who buy graded cards don’t care what condition the card is in, just that the tag, and their investment, is the highest possible grade
>>58918456That's why once PSA loses its prestige (and they will, look at all their public scams and jewish practices) their slabs will become the laughing stocks of collecting.PSA is only kept afloat by hype and manipulation. There's so many trash bulk slabs, misgraded slabs, fake slabs, they charge criminal prices, everyone knows their graders are underpaid pakis and you can regrade until you get a lucky 10. They regrade their own 9s to resell as 10s, they give out free 10s to famous influencers in exchange for advertising, etc. It's basically like one of those Brazilian RO servers where if you knew the GM you had free god items.People spend thousands on this shit, and I pity them.
>>58918645Just say you're living a life of poverty.
>>58918456>>58918645
Today i will remind them
I just bought all the pokemon cards
>>58919566you didn't buy mine though
Please... buy my bag... please....
>>58919566
What is the logic for PSA 1 collectors?
>>58920070Pure cope pretending that it is a "rare" or "desirable" grade in order to pump its price. Anyone that collects PSA1s is absolutely brainwashed and beyond saving.
>>58920070It’s VERY hard to get PSA 1. If a card is too damaged, or intentionally damaged, it will be rejected and returned. If a card isn’t damaged enough, it will get a 2 or higher. There is a very narrow window to secure a 1 so there is a novelty market for them.
>>58920105lmfaoSure bro, whatever you say. I don't respect the hustle and I don't respect you. But thankfully I'll never buy a psa1 so I remain unaffected by this buffoonery.
redpill me on tag, are they a scam like psa?
>>58920118I’m not trying to justify them, I’m explaining why they have a market. Paying out the asshole for them like some memetubers do is retarded, but I understand why they have some market due to their scarcity and difficulty to acquire. As with everything, the core problem is retarded e-celebs trying to find a new niche to weasel into because PSA 10 collecting is too saturated of a market and the price of some cards is too high for even disposable e-celeb income
>>58920251ALL grading is a scam, the sooner you realize that easier things get. Which scam are people willing to throw money at? Pretty much only PSA, even with all their well known corruption. If you just want your card in a hard case with an authentication number, go with whoever. If you are an investortard, you may as well just drop your card into the trash over sending it to TAG because you won’t ever be able to sell it
cryptid bros
i dont understand how the walmart online line works? it just says, "this deal is almost gone hang tight we'll notify you if there's a restock when it's your turn" it doesn't give me a place in the line. it never notifies me and takes me out of the line when i check back in
>>58920443Because there is no line. There probably is no restock either. They are just politely telling you to fuck off
I want to buy my sister a graded Moonbreon for her birthday because she likes Umbreon, but she doesn't collect Pokemon cards at all, mostly plushies and games. Should I just buy one raw and let her decide if she wants to grade it? Should I buy a low grade, like a 7 or lower? She's aware of stuff like graded cards, so I'm not sure if she'll look at me funny if I get her something like a 7.>inb4 ask herIt's supposed to be a surprise.
>>58920319>difficulty to acquire.You've said this a couple of times now. I have no clue where you are basing this off of. PSA1s are manufacturable. You can create them. >if you intentionally damage a card it will be rejected and returnedThis is impossible to catch because it is indistinguishable from regular wear and tear. How can you tell if a crease was placed across a card intentionally or not? What if I forgot it in my pocket accidentally? You cannot tell if I swiped the edges of a card on pavement until they ran white. All card damage is done by human hands, regardless -- whether intentional or not. You can buy a cheap PSA2-4, bust it out, and add just a little more wear on it to resubmit for a psa1. Anyone buying or supporting PSA1 collecting is a fraud, charlatan, or delusional. Stupidly supporting a false idea, or immorally scamming others, or coping by trying to own something "unique" and valuable because they're priced out of PSA10s and don't believe there is value in 8s or 9s.
Post Cards to make the no cards anons sperg!
>>58921077This general is dead as hell since I left. I’m out
I have human fetish
Flat, but for $20 slab I ain't complainin'
>>58921227The chink exclusive is better
>>58921233It is, but for 7k yen before shipping+tax she is not my priority.
>>58921223Not sure if guy or grill
>>58921312A very flat girl with itty bitty tiny tittieWish we got her vastly superior pokemon master alt outfit as a card.
>>58920922depends what you're willing to spend, but I wouldn't buy graded if you're going to cheap out. 7s look better in one touch cases
>>58920922Go raw and let her decide.>>58888603>>58920349
>>58920922If you are willing to spend thousands for your sister you better impregnate her soon after.
>>58920922just get a magloader and the best looking card you can findezpz
Mail day!!!! (Part 1)
>>58922686Mail day!!!!! (Part 2)
>>58922686>>58922687Based!!!
>>58922687That’s really nice!
*sniffs*Uh so uh anyone got a spare charizard. i can pay with klarna
https://youtu.be/6RD_8MAYb3A?si=Ic23Ob_0s2VdpnZ030 yrs of cardboard animals have culminated into this disaster
>mega Mawile>"It looks so soulless and ugly and modern" "its like a cgi monstrosity" "it's AI"Modernslop sisters...
>>58922874I don't know the context of this.
>>58922874>[219:15]Ain't clicking that
>>58922950More mega mawile for me
>>58922686>>58922687>>58893305>>58892248Pure Kino :)
Is this nigga really samefagging to convince himself hes not a retard for paying premiums on psa 10 graded modernslop?
>>58923206lol you are poor
>>58923206At least it's not as bad as the hitmontop thread.
gengar fags are subhuman
It's nice seeing unique stuff when every other table is the same modernslop cards over and over.
>>58909972Literally everything before english silver border era, is worthless boomer slop
>>58923447I have that Expedition TTar, no way could I sell it for fucking 600
>>58923447>unique stuff>overpriced vintage slop that will plummet in value once millennials finally grow up and stop trying to recapture their childhood
>>58923619Only one LP example is for sale on TCGPlayer for $400, so if that is NM, $600 is probably in the ballpark with some haggle room. E-reader era cards are pretty scarce because everyone hated them when they were new
>>58923650>everyone hated them when they were newI liked them. It also doesn't help that WotC was having a falling out with Nintendo at the time and the cards also had another use with the e-Reader to scan the printed dot codes.
>>58923643fuck off zoomer
>>58923447>case full of vintageslop that clearly no one is interested hence it being fullm-modern btfo
>>58923708>Art on a lot of them sucked>new border made them feel like a secondary product >Yugioh was getting a very firm foothold >WotC really fucked people on the Gym Leader sets and the burn was still being felt It was probably the roughest patch for the TCG ever
>>58922955lolcow wasted atleast a thousand dollars on the mega ETBs expecting big pulls and then promptly turning back to the bottle in between boxes while pretending to mess up the webcam so nobody sees
>>58921223>>58915628Continuing my japanese proxy buying experiment.Both of those is from Buyee, pic is Doorzo; an $80 PSA9 Starmie V CSR from Battle Region set.Their exchange rate is soo much better, almost 10% diff compared to Buyee. Honestly not a good time to buy due to CNY, but we'll see how it goes.
Can't we enjoy both modern and vintage? I like to collect modern japanese for the cool cards and ereader cards in english for their nostalgic value
>>58924157No! There's no middle ground, [thing I collect] is superior, [thing you collect] is shit!
>>58924157Do you honestly expect an adult human being that is seriously, deeply involved in children cardboard collecting hobby would act like a proper adult?
PSA MINT 9 card btw
I just spent 160 bucks on stickers :)
>>58924584Maybe the guy who graded it wasn’t a nitpicking little bitch like you?
>>58925002And that's related to cards how?
I'M GONNAAAAA CRAAAAAAAAASH
When a new set comes out does the old set become irrelevant and the hype beasts move to latest thing?
>>58926076Nope. There is too much competition in the market, lesser scalpers will move in on the old product and keep it scarce. On the singles market, the chases will stay up because they are all artificially inflated. Hypebeasts need an actual new thing to move into. It looks like there are some signs that some are migrating to One Piece, but One Piece has limited reach in the west so that might not last. I have also seen some rumblings of attempts being made on Yugioh, but the way it’s product is structured I don’t think it could be viable
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Your title and history ends inside my pet’s gut.”The whisper was a cold, wet breath against Cynthia’s ear, the final punctuation to a nightmare she still couldn’t believe was real. Her world had narrowed to the sight before her: the cavernous, pink maw of the Seviper, glistening with saliva, and the two massive, needle-like fangs that curved down from its upper jaw. They weren’t just fangs; they were ivory daggers, each as long as her forearm, dripping with a venom that shimmered with a sickly purple iridescence. The snake’s breath was hot, humid, and carried the faint, cloying scent of past digestions.This can’t be happening. This is a dream. A terrible, waking dream.But the crushing pressure around her torso was horrifically real. The Seviper’s muscular coils, each thicker than her thigh and banded in violent purple and black, were wrapped around her from her shoulders down to her hips, pinning her arms painfully to her sides. She’d been caught completely off-guard in the secluded clearing on Route 210, a place she’d chosen for its solitude to think. Now, that solitude was her prison.“Struggle all you like, Champion,” the voice of her captor, Aldith, rang out, clear and mocking. The Team Plasma grunt leaned against a nearby tree, her posture relaxed, a cruel smile playing on her lips. She was a woman of unremarkable features, which was likely the point—someone easily forgotten, who could blend into any crowd. Her uniform was crisp, her eyes sharp with fanatical glee. “It only makes the meat more tender for my darling Sevvy here.”Sevvy. The monstrous serpent tightened its grip in response to its trainer’s voice, a low, rumbling purr vibrating through its scales and into Cynthia’s bones. The sound was deeply wrong, a perversion of affection. This was no ordinary Seviper. It was a behemoth.
Its head alone was the size of a small car, its body so massively thick and long that its tail, currently lazily dragging a deep furrow in the soft earth of the clearing, seemed to disappear into the tree line. It had to be twice the size of any alpha Seviper ever recorded. The implication was stomach-churning: this creature had been grown to this size, nurtured on a diet that clearly included more than just Berries and smaller Pokémon.“My Pokéballs…” Cynthia gasped, the words strained as the air was forced from her lungs. Her fingers, trapped against her sides, twitched uselessly. Her belt, with its six precious capsules, was right there. Garchomp. My love, where are you?!“Oh, those?” Aldith chuckled, pushing off from the tree and sauntering closer. She held up a small, black device with a blinking red light. “A simple frequency jammer. Standard issue for field operatives. Blocks all radio signals within a fifty-foot radius. No electronic release mechanisms will function here. Your dragon might as well be on the moon.”A wave of pure, icy despair washed over Cynthia. No. No, no, no. Her greatest strength, her lifelong partners, were rendered inert, silenced by a piece of cheap technology. She was alone. Truly, utterly alone. The champion of Sinnoh, reduced to a bound and helpless woman in the wilderness.“Please,” Cynthia whispered, her voice trembling. The facade of the unflappable champion was crumbling, revealing the terrified woman beneath. “Let me go. You don’t understand the consequences. The International Police—““—Are a joke,” Aldith finished, her smile widening. “A man in a trench coat and his bumbling interns? Please. I’ve been in Sinnoh for months, Champion. Monitoring you. Learning your routines. Your little solitary walks. Your fondness for this very route. We knew you’d be alone eventually. Everyone is, in the end.” She gestured around the empty, sun-dappled clearing.
The only sounds were the rustle of leaves and the Seviper’s heavy, rhythmic breathing. “You wanted isolation. Well, you got it. No trainers for miles. Not a single soul to hear you scream.”Aldith knelt, her fingers deftly working at the clasps of Cynthia’s elegant, black leather boots. “Let’s start with the formalities, shall we? A champion should meet her end with… humility.”“Don’t you dare!” Cynthia shrieked, trying to kick, but the coils held her legs fast. The sensation of cool air on her stockinged feet was a violation more intimate than she could have imagined. Aldith peeled the fine silk stockings down, tossing them aside into the dirt with a dismissive flick. Cynthia’s bare feet, pale and vulnerable, were exposed to the forest floor.“Lovely,” Aldith mused, tracing a finger along Cynthia’s arch. The champion shuddered in revulsion. “Such delicate things. They’ll be the last part of you to disappear. A final little kick for the world to see. Or rather, for me to see. Sevvy, my dear… it’s time.”The Seviper’s purr deepened into a hungry, guttural rumble. Its massive head, which had been hovering motionless before her, now began to lower. The jaws unhinged with a soft, wet pop, widening to an impossible circumference. The pink, fleshy interior was a tunnel of rippling muscle, leading into a darkness that smelled of acid and decay.“Arceus, hear me,” Cynthia prayed silently, her silver eyes wide with terror, fixed on the descending gullet. “Why? Why this? Why no dignity?”“Position her, Sevvy,” Aldith commanded, her voice taking on a cooing, instructional tone. “Head-first, my love. That’s the way. Guide her in. She’s a tall one, this will be a workout!”
The coils shifted. Instead of just constricting, they began to lift her, tilting her forward. Cynthia’s world upended. The sky and trees swapped places with the grass and dirt. She was horizontal now, suspended in the air, held firmly like a piece of offering. The Seviper’s head descended further, its maw aligning perfectly with her own.“No! STOP!” Cynthia screamed, thrashing with all her might. Her legs kicked wildly in the air, her bare feet scrambling for purchase that didn’t exist. It was a futile, pathetic display. “I’ll have you hunted! I’ll—““You’ll what?” Aldith laughed, walking alongside as the serpent began its slow, deliberate consumption. “You’ll be a nutrient paste in a snake’s bowel by nightfall. You’re doing this for a cause greater than your championship, your prestige, your pathetic wealth. A world liberated from the tyranny of Pokémon ownership. And sometimes, liberation requires… removal.”The hot, slick inner lips of the Seviper’s mouth touched Cynthia’s forehead. She screamed again, a raw, guttural sound of pure terror. The pressure was immense, a living, swallowing vacuum. The jaws slid over her head, muffling her cries instantly. Darkness, absolute and suffocating, enveloped her. The heat was shocking, a wet, biological furnace. She felt her distinctive black hairpieces tear from her scalp, lost in the slime.Aldith’s voice was muffled but still audible from outside. “That’s it… good boy… take it slow. I want her to squirm as long as possible. Feel every inch.”Cynthia’s shoulders were forced together as the esophagus, incredibly muscular, gripped her. She was being pulled inward, a slow, peristaltic drag that was utterly irresistible.
Her arms, already pinned, were now wrenched painfully behind her back as the tight, convulsing walls compacted her form. She felt her luxurious white coat and tailored black pants begin to sizzle and dissolve almost immediately upon contact with the digestive lining, the potent acids pre-digesting the fabric. Soon, only scraps of her clothing and her delicate lingerie remained, along with the sacred family heirloom necklace that now burned cold against her skin.The swallowing continued, an agonizingly slow descent. She felt her breasts compressed, then her stomach, her hips. The outside world became a distant series of pressures and sounds. She could hear Aldith’s delighted commentary, the crunch of leaves under her boots as she followed the progressing bulge.“Look at that, Sevvy! What a meal! If this was the region’s champion, just imagine how many weak, delicious trainers we can find for her to swallow up! I hope they can put on a show as good as this one!”Cynthia’s mind was a hurricane of frantic, despairing thoughts. Dawn. My sweet protégé. What will become of you? I’ve failed you. I’ve failed everyone. My Pokémon… Garchomp, Lucario, Spiritomb… what will Plasma do to you? All my strength, all my knowledge… it meant nothing. I’ll be remembered as the fool who let them in. The champion who vanished and made Plasma happen.The swallowing reached her knees, then her calves. Outside, Aldith was gloating to the empty forest. “The International Police will be scrambling by tomorrow. Looker will tear his hair out. But they’ll find nothing. We’ll be a ghost story. And you, my dear Champion, will be a mystery. At least you have the dignity of being buried in your homeland, eh? Better than ending up as biofuel for the Frigate or in a Garbodor’s disposal pile. Remember that Ranger, Solana? In Unova? Not even her bones survived Sevvy’s gut. Just her radio. The rest… fertilizer. She’s probably part of a beautiful flower patch by now.”
Solana… The name registered in Cynthia’s dissolving mind. Missing. Presumed dead. And Diantha… she said Diantha is next! A new, deeper layer of horror opened up beneath her personal terror. They’re hunting us all.Her feet, the last part of her, were still kicking feebly in the cool open air. Aldith watched them with rapt attention. “One final wave goodbye, Champion!” she called out mockingly.The Seviper gave one last, powerful gulp. Cynthia’s feet, toes curling in a final, instinctive spasm, were drawn up and into the mouth. The jaws closed with a definitive, damp snick. The last sliver of light vanished.Cynthia was fully engulfed.Inside, it was a universe of heat, pressure, and sound. The stomach wasn’t a spacious chamber; it was a tight, fleshy sack that molded itself ruthlessly to her curled form. The acids, already at work, stung where her skin was exposed. Her tears, hot and constant, mixed with the saliva streaking her face. She tried to scream, but the sound was a thick, wet gurgle lost in the organic noise around her—the gurgle of digestive fluids, the thunderous beat of the Seviper’s heart, the rush of blood through major arteries.She could feel everything. The relentless, rhythmic churning of the stomach walls, kneading her like dough. The slow, seeping burn as the acids began their work on her skin. Her necklace was a point of searing cold pain against her sternum. Arceus… MY SKIN! IT BURNS!Outside, Aldith placed a hand lovingly on the massive, human-shaped bulge now distending the middle of her Seviper’s length. She traced the outline, finding a prominent, rounded swell. “Ohh… does your belly ache, dearie?” she cooed, patting the spot roughly where Cynthia’s breast was located. “Must be because of those nasty hairpieces. There, there. One good punch and kick should do the trick.” She pressed her palm firmly against the bulge, feeling the frantic, weak movement within. “Ahhh, how nice. What a plump lump! Feels so wonderful to caress it.”
She leaned close to the scaled hide, raising her voice so Cynthia would hear. “Be sure to digest well, my dear Sevvy. We don’t want any bones puncturing the cloaca now, do we? And cough up those headpieces and the necklace later. Maybe we can make a killing selling them to a trophy collector. The last relics of the great Cynthia.”Aldith stood up, brushing her hands off. She pulled a small radio from her belt. “Base, this is Aldith. Package is secured and being processed. The conquest of Sinnoh is officially underway.”A distorted, authoritative voice crackled back. “Excellent work, Aldith. Ghetsis is pleased. Your promotion is assured. A definitive statement. With the champion removed, the region’s spine is broken. Proceed to phase two: the Nimbasa Gym Leader, Elesa. She is to be disappeared in the same manner. Leave no trace.”“Understood, sir. Aldith out.” She clipped the radio back, a triumphant grin splitting her face. She looked at the Seviper, who was now curling contentedly in the clearing, its colossal body wrapped around the central, human-sized bulge that still twitched and squirmed. “Did you hear that, my beauty? Admin Aldith. It has a ring to it. And all thanks to this so-called ‘strongest trainer.’ Mocking her battling ability… she was better off as snake chow. I’ll give her this, though,” she said, stroking the Seviper’s scales. “Her choice of natural fabrics is impeccable. No synthetic microplastics to pollute your beautiful system. You’ll absorb only the finest, most organic nutrients. The grandest, richest meal you’ve ever had.”Hours passed. The sun began to set, painting the clearing in oranges and purples. Aldith built a small, controlled campfire, sitting beside her resting Pokémon. The bulge had grown slightly softer, its movements becoming sluggish, weaker.Remember our last big one, Sevvy? That spunky little trainer from Unova? Hilda?”
Aldith reminisced, feeding a stick to the fire. “So arrogant. Thought she could take on the world. She kicked for hours. And that triathlete from Undella… what a statuesque woman. All that muscle, turned to slurry. And those three vain fools from Kanto, the Goldeen girls? Crying about their looks as you squeezed them down… priceless.”Inside the stomach, Cynthia was barely conscious. The pain was a constant, overwhelming symphony—the chemical burn, the crushing pressure, the agonizing cramps as her body was compacted beyond its limits. Her thoughts were fragmented. …so dark… so hot… god, my clothes are gone… someone… help… can’t die… not like this… Grandma… Steven… Leon… DIANTHA! She’s next… they’re watching her… Arceus… why have you forsaken me… AHHHHHHH…Her screams were silent now, absorbed by the flesh around her. Only weak, pathetic whimpers escaped her lips, bubbles in the churning fluid.“Please…” she mewled, the words a sludge-filled gasp. “Let… me… out…”Aldith heard a faint, liquid sound and smiled. She walked over to the Seviper, placing her ear against its side. “Still with us, Champion? Good. You have about a week left, you know. A week of constant, agonizing digestion. A fitting end for the greatest living legacy of the Celestican people. Reduced to fuel for my partner’s next shed.”She returned to the fire, her expression one of serene satisfaction. “Nothing personal, Cynthia. It’s just business. The business of a new world. And business… is booming.”The Seviper purred, a deep, contented sound that vibrated through the clearing and through the very core of the digesting champion within. Its tail gave a slow, happy drag through the earth, deepening the furrow. In the stomach, Cynthia’s world, her legacy, and her very body, continued to dissolve. The last coherent thought to form in her mind was a simple, devastating echo of Aldith’s words, mingling with the searing pain and the sound of her own slowing heartbeat.
…snake chow…Your title and history ends inside my pet’s gut.”The whispered words, hot and vile against her ear, were the last thing Cynthia heard before the world vanished in a wet, suffocating darkness.No—!Her scream was a muffled, useless vibration in her own throat. A gargantuan, vice-like pressure encircled her head, sealing her mouth and nose against a slick, muscular wall. The air was gone, replaced by a cloying, coppery scent and an oppressive, living heat that stole her breath before she could even think to take one. She thrashed, a primal, panicked jerk of her entire body, but the coils that had pinned her arms to her sides for the last terrifying minutes only tightened further, squeezing a pained gasp from her lungs.How did it come to this?The memory, sharp and cruel, flashed behind her clenched eyelids.*Route 210. The isolated, mist-wreathed stretch of wilderness she’d sought specifically for its solitude. A champion’s duty was never done, but today was for her and her team alone—a rigorous training session away from prying eyes and adoring fans. The clearing, dappled with late afternoon sun, had been perfect. She’d released Garchomp first, her oldest friend, her partner. The dragon’s joyful roar had echoed through the trees as she launched into the sky for a warm-up flight. Cynthia had smiled, turning to select the next ball from her belt.That was when the earth erupted behind her.
Not an explosion, but a violent, sinuous drag of scaled muscle through soil and root. She’d spun, her long platinum hair whipping around her shoulders, her hand instinctively flying to another Poké Ball. But she was too slow. A colossal shadow, mottled purple and crimson, struck not at her, but at the ground between her and her scattered team. Seviper.But no Seviper she had ever seen in any Pokédex or expedition. This was a titan. Its body was as thick as an ancient tree trunk, every scale a polished dagger, its muscles coiling with a predatory density that spoke of a lifetime—no, centuries—of consuming prey far larger than a Ratatta. Its forked tail, tipped with a venomous blade that gleamed like poisoned oil, had raked a deep, ugly furrow in the forest floor, kicking up a cloud of dirt and debris. And its head… its head was a nightmare wedge, dominated by a maw that seemed to split its face in half, lined with fangs that dripped with viscous, shimmering venom. They weren’t just tools for injection; they were pillars, designed for holding, for guiding.“What is the meaning of this?” Cynthia’s voice had been steel, her champion’s authority snapping into place even as her heart hammered against her ribs. “Who dares—?”“The future,” a smooth, cold voice had answered.From the tree line, a woman emerged. She wore the stark, utilitarian uniform of Team Plasma, but it was tailored, worn with a chilling assurance. Her hair was a severe slate grey, her eyes the color of a winter lake. She held a small, black device in one hand, thumb resting on a button. Aldith.“Champion Cynthia,” Aldith said, not a title of respect, but a label. “The pinnacle of Sinnoh’s weakness. We’ve been watching you for months. Did you really think your little ‘private training retreat’ was a secret? We monitor everything. Your routines, your preferences… your overconfidence.”Cynthia’s fingers tightened around the Poké Ball. “Garchomp!”
But before she could throw it, Aldith’s thumb depressed the button. A sharp, piercing whine emitted from the device, a frequency that made Cynthia wince and the nearby Pokémon flinch. But the effect on her belt was immediate and horrifying. A series of rapid, discordant clicks and hisses came from her Poké Balls, the capsules vibrating violently before their lights flickered and died, their mechanisms locking down with a final, sickening thunk.Jammer! The realization was an ice pick to her gut. A high-grade Poké Ball signal jammer, tech she’d only heard rumors of from Looker’s international police briefings.“A champion is only as powerful as the Pokémon they command,” Aldith recited, her voice dripping with mock didacticism. “And you, at this moment, command none.”Panic, cold and sharp, had sliced through her training then. She’d reached for another ball, then another, but they were dead weights. “Spiritomb! Lucario! Milotic!”Nothing. Only the silent, heavy capsules and the advancing, silent serpent. Its yellow eyes were fixed on her, not with malice, but with a simple, profound hunger. This was routine for it.“Seviper, my glorious one,” Aldith crooned. “Constrict. Let her feel the might of Plasma before she feeds it.”The strike was a blur of purple. Cynthia tried to dive, to roll, but one colossal coil snapped around her legs, yanking her off her feet. Another looped around her torso with terrifying speed, pinning her arms tightly to her sides. The breath rushed from her lungs in a pained whoosh. She struggled, she kicked, she threw her weight against the living bonds, but it was like fighting a mountain. The scales were smooth as glass but unyielding as steel, and with every contraction they squeezed tighter, forcing little gasps from her. She could feel the immense power in the creature, a power that had crushed far more than wild Pokémon.“Such spirit!” Aldith laughed, walking a slow circle around her trapped form. “I was told you were formidable.
But look at you. Just a woman. A rather tall, well-dressed woman, but flesh and bone all the same.”The coils shifted, tightening specifically around her chest. Cynthia cried out as her ribs creaked in protest. Through the haze of pain and encroaching breathlessness, she saw Aldith kneel in front of her.“Let’s start the humiliation where all proper degradation begins,” the grunt murmured, her fingers making quick work of the sleek, black boots Cynthia wore. The champion could only watch, her face burning with a shame deeper than any battle loss, as her footwear was peeled away, exposing her bare feet to the cool forest air. It was a small, intimate violation that screamed of what was to come.“Please,” Cynthia managed, the word a ragged whisper. “You don’t have to do this. The International Police—““—are incompetent fools,” Aldith finished, tossing one boot aside. “They couldn’t detect me entering Sinnoh, they couldn’t protect their precious champion on her own turf, and they won’t find a trace of you when we’re done. Looker will chase ghosts. Your fans will mourn a mystery. And Team Plasma will already be moving on to the next region, the next so-called ‘hero’.”Aldith stood, her eyes gleaming. “Now, my beauty,” she said to the Seviper. “You’ve tasted trainers before. The spunky little brat from Unova who thought she could thwart us… Hilda, was it? She kicked for a good long while. And that triathlete from Undella… such muscle mass. But this…” She ran a reverent hand along the serpent’s jaw. “This is a champion. The richest, most prestigious meal of your long, glorious life. Savor her. Make it slow. I want to hear every whimper, see every helpless squirm.”Cynthia’s blood ran cold. They’d done this before. Many times. The sheer, casual horror of it was paralyzing.Aldith positioned herself behind Cynthia’s head, her hands gripping the champion’s shoulders.
Seviper’s massive head, which had been hovering patiently, now lowered. The maw opened.Cynthia stared, her silver eyes wide with a terror she had never known. The gullet before her was a pink, pulsating tunnel, its depths hidden in shadow. The fangs, each longer than her hand, glistened on either side, not poised to bite, but to frame the entrance to her tomb. The heat and the smell of digesting meals past wafted over her.“No… Arceus, no, please…” The prayer was a broken thing. Why? Why would the God of All subject its champion to this? Where was the dignity? The noble end in battle?“Your god isn’t here,” Aldith hissed. “Only my god. And he is hungry.”With a brutal shove from Aldith, Cynthia’s head was pushed forward into the wet, clinging embrace of the serpent’s mouth. The world vanished into a suffocating, rhythmic pressure. She screamed, but the sound was swallowed by flesh. She felt the powerful jaw work around her shoulders, the muscles in the serpent’s throat beginning a peristaltic pull. Aldith’s hands were on her back, helping, guiding her deeper.“That’s it, my love! Take her! Headfirst, just like we practiced! Feel her struggle! It makes the digestion so much more potent!”Cynthia kicked wildly, her bare feet scrabbling against the moss and dirt for any purchase. Her toes dug furrows in the earth. For one last, fleeting moment, her pale feet were visible in the dappled sunlight, pedicured and vulnerable, twitching in desperate, futile panic against the forest floor.Then, with a final, wet, muscular gulp, they were drawn up and into the darkness.The jaws closed behind her calves with a soft, definitive snick.
It was absolute. The darkness was total, a hot, pressing blackness that felt solid. The sound of the forest was gone, replaced by a thunderous, rhythmic whoosh of blood and the deep, gurgling groans of the serpent’s inner workings. The pressure was everywhere, an intimate, relentless embrace that molded to her form. She was curled forward, her arms pinned painfully behind her back, crushed between her own body and the incredibly tight, muscular stomach wall. She couldn’t move them an inch.She was inside it. Swallowed whole.Tears, hot and immediate, welled in her eyes, mixing with the saliva that slicked her face and hair. She tried to scream again, but the stomach walls absorbed the vibration, turning it into a faint, internal rumble.Garchomp?!?! Garchomp, my love, where are you?!?! The thought was a silent shriek. Oh god, its so dark! It's so hot!Outside, muffled but horrifyingly clear, she heard Aldith’s voice. “Oh, what a beautiful bulge you make, Champion! Truly, a feast for the eyes!”A pressure then, on the outside of the serpent’s body. It pushed in, roughly, against the curve of the stomach where Cynthia’s chest was compressed. Aldith was touching her, feeling the outline of her breasts through the layers of muscle and scale.“Ahhh, how nice,” Aldith cooed. “What a plump lump! The finest Silph Co. coat, that lovely blouse… such exquisite taste. At least you had the decency to wear natural fibers. No nasty microplastics for my darling. You were always better as a provider of nutrients than a battler, anyway.”The humiliation was a fire that burned hotter than the stomach’s ambient heat. Cynthia sobbed, the sound a weak hiccup in the stifling air.
The humiliation was a fire that burned hotter than the stomach’s ambient heat. Cynthia sobbed, the sound a weak hiccup in the stifling air.“Please…” she whimpered, the word barely audible even to her. “Let me out… I’ll… I’ll give you anything…”Aldith’s laugh was a sharp bark. “You have nothing I want. Except the legacy you represent. The greatest living legacy of the Celestican people… ending as snake shit. I’m doing this for a cause greater than your championship, your prestige, your power. A world purified. And you, my dear, are the first major impurity we’re cleansing from Sinnoh.”The serpent began to move. Cynthia felt herself jostled, the world outside turning as Seviper presumably coiled itself comfortably. The movement squeezed her tighter, forcing a pained gasp. She could feel things already… a strange, tingling warmth on her skin where her clothes touched the stomach lining.“Now, you’ll have plenty of time to think about your failure,” Aldith’s voice continued, conversational now. “A week, I’d estimate. Maybe less, given your muscle tone. It will be constant agony. The acids will seep in, slowly at first. They’ll dissolve that gorgeous coat, those tailored pants. Then your lingerie… such pretty lace. It’ll all become slurry. Then your skin will begin to burn. Then… well, you get the picture.”My skin!! AHH FUCK IT BURNS!!! The future-pain felt so real she almost screamed it now.
“Diantha will be joining you soon enough,” Aldith mused, her voice fading slightly as if she were walking around the serpent. “We’ve been tracking her for weeks. Her schedule is so predictable. And she loves her secluded beaches… much easier than a forest. And she’s so… delicate. She won’t last three days.”Diantha… no… A new wave of despair crashed over Cynthia. She had failed. Failed her region, failed her friends, failed her protégé Dawn. What would become of Dawn now? Of her Pokémon, trapped in their jammed balls, destined for Plasma’s experiments or worse? All her strength, all her knowledge, all her might as a trainer… and it resulted in this. Being remembered not as a hero, but as the warning, the catalyst for the wave of terror that was about to engulf Sinnoh.“At least you’ll be buried in your homeland,” Aldith said, a twisted kindness in her tone. “Your nutrients will fertilize this very forest. Not like that poor Ranger, Solana. Remember her? Missing in Unova? Not even bones left of that one. Just her radio equipment. The rest… all feces. Fertilized a field of suspiciously healthy Berry trees. I hear the harvest was magnificent.”Cynthia’s mind reeled. It was too much. The horror was comprehensive, absolute.She heard the crackle of a radio. Aldith’s voice again, professional now. “Grunt Aldith reporting. The Sinnoh Champion is contained and being processed. No witnesses. The path is clear.”A distorted, regal voice crackled back. “Excellent work, Aldith. You have begun the true conquest of Sinnoh with decisive brutality. Admin status awaits. Continue the purge. No one is to be spared.”
“Understood, Lord Ghetsis.” The radio clicked off. “You hear that, Champion? Admin. All thanks to you. And next on the list… ah, confirmation just came in. The Nimbasa Gym Leader and model, Elesa. Captured in her own gym after hours. She’s being ‘processed’ as we speak. We’re efficient like that.”Hours passed. Or maybe it was minutes. Time had no meaning in the hot, acidic tomb. Cynthia drifted in and out of a terrified haze. The tingling on her skin had become a persistent, uncomfortable itch, then a sharp sting. She felt her luxurious coat, the symbol of her station, growing heavy and sodden, beginning to lose its structure. It was dissolving.Outside, she could hear Aldith moving around, the crackle of a small campfire being lit. The grunt was settling in, guarding her pet during its lengthy digestion. Her monologue was a constant, torturous soundtrack.“My Seviper is the best,” she crooned, and Cynthia could hear a rhythmic, purring hiss in response. A sound of pure contentment. “He’s eaten more arrogant trainers than any other. That trio of redheads from Kanto… Goldeen cosplayers. Cried for hours about their ruined looks. Beauty is so fleeting when you’re becoming chyme.”The acids were working in earnest now. Cynthia felt a sudden, intense heat along her back and thighs. The fabric of her pants and blouse was breaking down, melting into a warm, sticky sludge that mingled with the stomach’s own juices. It exposed her skin directly to the digestive fluids. The sting erupted into a burn.AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She screamed it inside her mind, her body convulsing in a spasm of agony. Tears and saliva streaked her face freely now. She pleaded, to anyone, to everyone. To her grandmother, to Professor Rowan, to Steven, to Leon, to Iris. To Giratina. To Arceus.Nothing. Only the gurgling, churning darkness and Aldith’s smug voice.“Ohh… Does your belly ache, dearie?” Aldith called out, as if hearing her internal cries. “Must be those nasty, sharp hairpieces of yours. Don’t worry, Seviper will handle it. A good muscle contraction should grind them to paste. Let me feel…” Another probing touch on the bulge. “Ahhh, how the mighty have fallen. Just a lump of digesting meat.”The burning spread. It was on her arms, her stomach, her breasts. It was an all-encompassing, slow-cook fire. Her skin felt like it was blistering, peeling away. The sacred family heirloom necklace around her neck, the last piece of her identity, grew hot against her collarbone before the chain finally gave way, sinking into the morass.“Be sure to digest well, my pet,” Aldith instructed lovingly. “We don’t want any bones puncturing the cloaca on the way out. And do cough up those headpieces and the necklace. Might fetch a price from a… trophy collector. A final humiliation for the Celestic line.”Cynthia’s world shrank to the universe of pain. Her thoughts fragmented. Dawn… I’m sorry… My Pokémon… I failed… Arceus, why…? The elegant champion, the master strategist, the history scholar, was reduced to a core of primal suffering, being relentlessly, meticulously unmade.*A week passed in the isolated clearing on Route 210.
Not a single trainer, hiker, or Pokémon came to investigate. The forest, usually teeming with life, was strangely silent around the massive, digesting serpent and its watchful mistress. As Aldith had boasted, she and her Seviper were ghosts.Seviper barely moved, a great, contented mound of scales radiating warmth. The enormous bulge in its midsection had softened, shrunk, and slowly migrated down the length of its incredible body. The process was slow, digestive, and utterly thorough.Inside, Cynthia was gone.Not in an instant, but in a gradual, horrific erosion. The acids and powerful muscular contractions had done their work. Her proud, tall frame, her well-toned muscles, her distinctive features—all had been broken down, liquefied, and absorbed into the serpent’s system. Her screams had faded to whimpers, then to silence by the third day. The luxurious clothes were long gone, the lingerie, the necklace, all reduced to unidentifiable pulp. Only the tough, metallic hairpieces and the clasp of the necklace remained, too indigestible, resting in the gastric slurry before being forcibly regurgitated into Aldith’s waiting hand on the fifth day.The woman had held them up to the sunlight, a cruel smile on her lips. “Tokens of a fallen dynasty.”By the seventh day, the final, nutrient-rich remains of what was once Champion Cynthia passed through Seviper’s system. The serpent shifted, its massive coils rustling the leaves, and expelled a large, steaming mass onto the forest floor. It contained no bones, no hair, no recognizable feature of the woman who had entered the stomach. It was, as Aldith had promised, pure waste. Fertilizer. The ultimate, demeaning return to the earth of her homeland.Aldith stood, stretching. She looked at her Seviper, who raised its head, its eyes bright, its scales glossy with vibrant health. It had grown, subtly but perceptibly. The meal had been supremely nourishing.
Aldith stood, stretching. She looked at her Seviper, who raised its head, its eyes bright, its scales glossy with vibrant health. It had grown, subtly but perceptibly. The meal had been supremely nourishing.“My magnificent one,” she whispered, stroking its jaw. “You’ve done so well. The grandest feast. And now, you’re stronger than ever.”She keyed her radio. “Aldith reporting. Sinnoh Champion disposal complete. No evidence remaining. Seviper’s vitality is significantly increased. Ready for next assignment.”Ghetsis’s voice was pure satisfaction. “Proceed to the Celestic Town ruins. A new target has been identified. The historian there… she knows too much of the region’s lore. She must be silenced. Make it disappear.”“Understood. We move at dusk.”Aldith packed her small camp, doused the fire, and with a final, contemptuous glance at the dark, rich soil now nourished by a champion, she turned. Seviper slid silently behind her, its gargantuan body moving with a new, powerful fluidity, the furrow its tail dragged now a little deeper. They melted into the shadows of Route 210, two phantoms on their way to write more dark history, leaving behind only the whisper of leaves and the scent of damp earth.The champion was gone. And no one was coming to save her.
The air in the clearing on Route 210 was still, the only sound the rustle of leaves in a faint, cold breeze. Cynthia had chosen this isolated stretch for its solitude, a perfect place to think, to plan her next move against the rumors of Team Plasma’s encroachment into Sinnoh. She never imagined it would be the perfect place for an ambush.The attack was a blur of violet and black. One moment, she was reaching for a Poké Ball on her belt, the next, a coil of thick, powerful muscle slammed into her from behind, knocking the wind from her lungs and sending her sprawling. Her precious capsules scattered into the undergrowth. Before she could even cry out, more coils looped around her torso, her arms, pinning them painfully to her sides. The pressure was immense, crushing, forcing a choked gasp from her lips.“Tsk, tsk. So predictable.”The voice was female, cool and dripping with mock pity. Cynthia’s silver eyes, wide with shock and dawning horror, found the source. A woman in the modified black and gray uniform of Team Plasma leaned against a tree, a smirk playing on her lips. Her hair was a stark white under her hood, her gaze sharp and cruel. This was Aldith. And before Cynthia, rising to its full, terrifying height, was her Seviper.It was a monster. Cynthia had seen Alpha Pokémon, but this… this was something else. Its body was as thick as a tree trunk, muscles rippling beneath scales that gleamed like oil in the dappled forest light. Its tail, tipped with a vicious blade, had carved a deep furrow in the earth as it dragged itself into position. But it was the head that froze Cynthia’s blood. The wedge-shaped skull, the malevolent yellow eyes, and the mouth… the mouth that hung slightly open, revealing glistening, needle-like fangs that dripped with a clear, viscous fluid. They were massive, each one longer than her hand. This creature was built not just for poison, but for consumption.“Garchomp!”
Cynthia managed to strangle out, struggling against the iron-tight coils. “I command you—!”“Ah, ah, ah,” Aldith sang, pushing off from the tree. In her hand was a small, humming device. She pointed it at Cynthia’s belt, and a high-pitched whine emitted. Cynthia felt a corresponding vibration from her Poké Balls where they lay in the dirt, their lights flickering and dying. “A simple jamming field. Your precious land-shark is taking a nice, long nap. As will all of them. You’re alone, Champion. Exactly as we planned.”Months, Cynthia’s mind screamed. They’ve been watching me for months.Aldith strode forward, her boots silent on the soft earth. She stopped just before Cynthia’s trapped, prone form. “All that power,” she mused, her voice a venomous whisper. “All that respect. And it amounts to this. A woman wrapped up like a present for my dear Seviper.” She reached down, her fingers deftly unclasping Cynthia’s elegant, heeled boots. The champion could only watch, a hot flush of humiliation burning her cheeks as her footwear was removed one by one, her bare feet exposed to the cool forest air.“Please,” Cynthia whispered, the word tasting like ash. “You don’t have to do this. The International Police—““Are incompetent fools,” Aldith finished, tossing the boots aside. “Looker couldn’t find his own shadow. They’ll search, of course. They’ll turn Sinnoh upside down for their beloved champion. But they won’t find a trace. We’ve been here, moving among you, for months. Blending in is what we do.” She leaned down, her face inches from Cynthia’s. “Your fans will weep. They’ll make shrines. They’ll wonder what happened to their mighty Cynthia. And they’ll never, ever know that she ended up as a nutrient-rich slurry in my partner’s gut.”A low, rumbling purr vibrated through the coils around Cynthia. Seviper’s head lowered, its hot, rancid breath washing over her face.
She stared, transfixed, into the dark cavern of its throat, past those horrific fangs. This was it. This was how it ended.“Your title and history ends inside my pet’s gut,” Aldith whispered, the final promise a death sentence.Then, the world disappeared.The Seviper’s jaw unhinged with a wet, cracking sound and lunged. Cynthia had a split-second view of the pink, ribbed maw, the glistening saliva, the descending palate, and then darkness and overwhelming, suffocating heat engulfed her head. A scream tore from her throat, muffled instantly by the tight, muscular flesh pressing in on all sides. She felt the fangs scrape harmlessly along her shoulders, not piercing, but guiding, as the snake’s powerful swallowing muscles took over.“That’s it, my beauty,” Aldith cooed, her voice distant and distorted. “Take her. Head-first, just like we practiced. Nice and slow. I want her to squirm as long as possible.”Cynthia’s mind shattered into frantic, disjointed pieces. Arceus, why? Why this? No dignity, no battle, just… food! Her body was moving, not of her own volition, but being drawn inexorably inward. The pressure was everywhere, a constant, relentless compression that squeezed the air from her lungs. She felt her shoulders pop through the tight ring of the esophagus, then her chest. Her arms, trapped behind her back, were pinned painfully by the constricting walls, her forearms sinking into the hot, yielding flesh of the stomach already. She kicked wildly, her bare feet scrabbling against the moss and dirt of the clearing.“Help! Somebody! Garchomp! Lucario! ANYONE?!” Her cries were pathetic gurgles, absorbed by the living tube she was being drawn through.Aldith watched with clinical fascination, gently guiding Seviper’s head, helping the serpent work its meal deeper. “Look at those feet kick! Such a show! If that was the region’s champion, just imagine how many weak, delicious trainers we can find for her to swallow up.
I hope they can put on a show as good as this one.”Cynthia’s hips slid past the jaws, then her thighs. For one final, horrifying moment, her bare feet, pale and vulnerable, waved frantically in the open air, the last part of the Champion of Sinnoh visible to the world. Then, with a final, wet, gulping schluck, Seviper’s jaws closed over her ankles. The seal was absolute. Darkness and heat were her entire universe.Inside, the reality was a tactile nightmare. She was curled into a tight ball, the stomach walls already pressing snugly against every inch of her. The heat was immense, a wet, biological heat that seeped into her bones. She felt a sudden, searing wetness as the first digestive secretions began to seep from the walls, coating her luxurious coat and pants. They hissed faintly, the fabric beginning to dissolve almost immediately.“Oh, does your belly ache, dearie?” Aldith’s voice was a muffled taunt from outside. Cynthia felt a pressure on the bulge that contained her—a hand. Aldith was touching her, feeling the outline of her body through the serpent’s scales. The hand settled, cupping the prominent bulge where Cynthia’s breast was compressed. “Must be because of those nasty hairpieces. There there, one punch and kick should do the trick. Let me feel you there… Ahhh, how nice. What a plump lump!”Humiliation burned hotter than the acids. Cynthia wept, the tears instantly mingling with the saliva and gastric film on her face. She tried to scream again, but the sound was a weak, breathless vibration in the stifling chamber. My skin… it’s starting to burn…Aldith’s monologue was a relentless assault. “You’re the greatest living legacy of the Celestican people? You’ll be Seviper’s greatest living meal. Her body language… she’s thrilled. You’re the richest, most nutritious thing she’s ever had. All that height, all that fine breeding. And I must compliment your choice of wardrobe, Cynthia.
All-natural fibers. Nothing toxic or synthetic to worry about. You were always better off as snake chow than a battler, really.”The acids were working faster now. Cynthia felt her coat disintegrate, then her pants, reducing to soggy scraps that pressed against her skin. Soon, only the remnants of her lingerie, the sacred family heirloom necklace digging into her throat, and her distinctive black hairpieces remained of her attire. These might be all that’s found of me, she thought with a surge of dizzying despair.“Don’t worry,” Aldith continued, her voice fading slightly as she presumably stepped back to admire her work. “You’ll be given the dignity of burial in your homeland. Your nutrients will fertilize these very woods. Better than what happened to that pesky Ranger, Solana. Not a bone, not a hair left of her. Just her radio equipment in a pile of… well. She’s part of the forest floor now. You’ll join her. And you won’t be lonely for long.”Cynthia’s heart, already hammering against the constricting walls, seized. No…“Your friend Diantha is already on our list. We’ve been surveilling her for weeks. She loves her private walks in the gardens of Kalos… so vulnerable. And we already confirmed the capture of that tiresome Nimbasa gym leader, Elesa. The conquest of Sinnoh and beyond is underway, and no one will be spared.”A crackle of radio static echoed faintly in the clearing. Aldith’s voice became professionally respectful. “Yes, Lord Ghetsis. The primary target is secured. Disposal is in progress… Thank you, sir. The honor is mine.” The radio clicked off. “Did you hear that, Cynthia? Promotion to Admin. All thanks to you.”
Hours bled together in the hot, acidic, pitch-black hell. Cynthia drifted in and out of a pain-wracked consciousness. The acids burned, a constant, deepening agony on her skin. The pressure never relented, making every breath a struggle. She heard Aldith’s voice, talking lovingly to her Seviper, stoking a campfire, gloating.“Remember that spunky little trainer from Unova? Hilda? She put up such a fight. And that triathlete from Undella… she thought she could swim away. And those three vain Goldeen girls from Kanto… they cried so beautifully when they realized their looks were dissolving…”Cynthia’s thoughts were a fragmented requiem. I failed… I failed Sinnoh. My Pokémon… what will Plasma do to them? Dawn… my protege… I’m so sorry. I’ve made Plasma happen. I’ll be remembered as the one who lost it all. She whimpered, a continuous, weak sound. “Please… let me out… please…”“Seviper says you’re delicious, Champion,” Aldith crooned, her hand stroking the massive bulge that was Cynthia’s body. “Such a grand meal. You should be proud. Now, be sure to digest well, dear. We don’t want any bones puncturing the cloaca. And cough up those hairpieces and necklace when you’re done. Might fetch a pretty price from a trophy collector.”The final week inside Seviper was an eternity of dissolving agony. Cynthia’s world shrunk to the sensations of relentless compression, the ever-increasing heat, and the slow, meticulous breakdown of her very self. The acids, potent and churning, worked on her skin, then her muscles. The exquisite pain was a constant companion, a fire that consumed her from the outside in. Her struggles grew weaker, her pleas silenced as her energy was sapped to fuel the digestive process. She felt her form softening, breaking down, merging with the thick, nutrient-rich slurry that surrounded her. Her thoughts, when they came, were of failure, of Dawn’s face, of Garchomp’s roar, now forever silent.
The last coherent thing she felt was the sacred necklace, the last piece of her identity, finally slipping from her dissolving neck into the morass.Outside, Aldith and her Seviper became ghosts in the wilderness of Sinnoh. They moved with practiced stealth, leaving no trace. The campfire ashes were scattered, the drag mark of Seviper’s tail slowly reclaimed by the forest.In the world beyond the clearing, panic slowly turned to dread. Champion Cynthia was missing. Search parties scoured every route. Looker and the International Police hit dead end after dead end. The people of Sinnoh prayed, held vigils, their hope curdling into fear as days, then a week, passed with no sign.The discovery, when it came, was not made by a person, but by a Pokémon—a foraging Roselia on Route 210. It found, half-buried in leaf litter near a distinctive, faded drag mark, two objects: a pair of elegant, black hairpieces, slightly warped and stained with an unfamiliar, pungent residue. And beside them, a delicate, ancient-looking necklace, its chain broken, its gemstone clouded and etched as if by a powerful acid.The news, when it was confirmed by Professor Rowan and Cynthia’s grieving grandmother, shattered the region. Their champion was not just missing. She had been consumed. The evidence pointed to a Pokémon of immense size and predatory capability. The whispers began, fueled by the grim, unspoken understanding of the digestive stains on her heirlooms. Team Plasma, operating from the shadows, had made their first, horrifying statement in Sinnoh not with a battle, but with a digestion. The war for the region had begun with the slow, humiliating end of its greatest defender, and a terrifying new chapter of brutality was
The air in the secluded clearing on Route 210 was still, the only sounds the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant cry of a Starly. Cynthia had chosen this isolated spot for its peace, a rare moment away from the pressures of the Championship to think, to plan. That peace was now a trap.Her silver eyes, wide with a dawning horror she had never known, were locked not on her assailant, but on the creature that held her in a crushing, sinuous embrace. Seviper. But not just any Seviper. This was a monster that defied all known biology, a serpent of such gargantuan, muscular bulk it made Alpha specimens look like Ekans. Its scales, a deep, venomous purple, rippled over coils thicker than Cynthia’s torso. The sheer power in its constriction stole the breath from her lungs, a relentless pressure that made her ribs creak in protest. It had coiled around her with terrifying speed the moment she’d stepped into the clearing, its tail—tipped with a cruel, glowing blade—having dragged a deep, ugly furrow in the soft earth as it struck.“Ghk—!” she gasped, her arms pinned painfully to her sides. Her fingers, mere inches from the Poké Balls clipped to her belt, strained uselessly. Garchomp. My love, where are you?!“Ah, ah, ah,” a cool, feminine voice chided. Aldith, the Team Plasma grunt, stepped into her limited field of vision. She was unassuming in her modified uniform, but her eyes were sharp and full of a mocking glee. “No calling for help now, Champion.”With a deft, practiced motion, Aldith’s hand shot out. She didn’t grab the Poké Balls; instead, she produced a small, humming device from her pocket and pressed it against the capsule containing Garchomp. A sharp zzzt and a flicker of red light emanated from the ball before it fell dark and silent. A Poké Ball jammer. A simple, brutal technology that rendered a trainer’s greatest strength null.No. Cynthia’s heart plummeted into a cold, black pit.
Cynthia’s heart plummeted into a cold, black pit. Oh, Arceus, no. A deep, visceral regret, sharper than any blade, lanced through her. She’d wanted solitude. She’d left her partner, her closest friend, at the villa for some deserved rest. That single act of kindness now felt like the most catastrophic mistake of her life.“There we go,” Aldith purred, stroking Seviper’s massive head as it loomed over Cynthia’s shoulder. The snake’s forked tongue flicked out, tasting the fear on her skin. “All nice and quiet. You see, Cynthia, a champion is only as powerful as the Pokémon they use. And you… you have none.”“Let me go,” Cynthia managed, her voice strained but defiant. “You have no idea the consequences. The International Police—““—Are a joke,” Aldith finished, her smile widening. “A man in a trench coat? Please. We’ve been in Sinnoh for months, watching, waiting. Blending in. We knew your routines, your favorite quiet places. You made it so easy.”Cynthia’s mind raced, a frantic torrent of denial and panic. This can’t be happening. Not to me. Not like this. She struggled, throwing her weight against the iron-muscled coils, but it was like trying to bend steel. The Seviper merely tightened its grip, squeezing a pained cry from her lips.“Now, now,” Aldith crooned. “The fun is just beginning. Seviper here… he’s a special boy. Have you ever seen jaws like these?”As if on command, the massive serpent shifted, its head moving to hover directly in front of Cynthia’s face. Her breath hitched. The fangs were not just long; they were monuments of ivory, curved and gleaming with a deadly sheen, each as long as her forearm. Behind them, the maw was a yawning, pink chasm, deep and dark, its throat pulsating gently. The smell was musky, organic, overwhelmingly predatory.
It’s going to eat me. The thought, absurd and terrifying, finally crystallized. It’s going to swallow me whole.“He’s had a lot of practice,” Aldith whispered, her breath hot on Cynthia’s ear. “An upstart trainer from Unova named Hilda. A triathlete who swam too close to our operations. Even a trio of vain little girls from Kanto. He’s cultivated quite the appetite for… well, for people who think they’re special.”“Please,” Cynthia begged, the champion’s dignity crumbling into dust. Tears welled in her silver eyes, blurring the horrific sight before her. “I’ll do anything. Money, influence—just don’t—““Your title and history ends inside my pet’s gut,” Aldith whispered, the finality in her tone absolute.A guttural command left Aldith’s lips. “Now, my love. Slowly. Savor her.”The world exploded into motion and terror. Seviper’s jaw unhinged with a soft, wet pop, widening to an impossible circumference. The pink, fleshy interior was all Cynthia could see. With a lunge that was both swift and deliberate, the maw descended over her head.Darkness. Sudden, smothering, warm darkness. A scream tore from Cynthia’s throat, but it was muffled, swallowed by the thick, muscular walls that immediately pressed in on her. The heat was immense, a wet, living heat that coated her skin in saliva. She felt the powerful jaws clamp down around her shoulders, not biting, but holding, as the first powerful swallow began.NO! NOOOOOO!The sensation was beyond anything she could have imagined. The throat muscles rippled around her head, pulling with a terrifying, irresistible strength. She was being drawn in. Her shoulders popped through the ring of teeth with a sickening squeeze, her luxurious white coat bunching up, already beginning to soak through with digestive saliva.
That’s it, good boy!” Aldith’s voice was distant, muffled, but dripping with encouragement. “Take your time. Feel her struggle.”Cynthia kicked wildly, her leather boots scrabbling against the forest floor, digging up moss and dirt. It was futile. Another swallow, a deep, convulsive gulp that pulled her deeper. Her chest was compressed, her breasts flattened against the tight, pulsating esophageal tunnel. Her arms, trapped behind her back, were pressed into the slick walls, completely immobile. She was a prisoner in a living, swallowing tube.Aldith was helping, guiding. Cynthia could feel hands on her hips, pushing, aligning her body for easier consumption. “Head first, that’s the way,” Aldith cooed to her Pokémon. “A little twist… there. Now, another big gulp for me, Seviper. Let’s see those lovely legs.”The humiliation was as acute as the fear. She, Cynthia, Champion of Sinnoh, was being hand-fed to a monster like a piece of meat. She pleaded to her god, her mind screaming into the stifling darkness. Arceus! Why?! Why such indignity?! What did I do to deserve this fate?!Another massive swallow. Her waist was engulfed, the pressure making her gasp. Her pants, another fine garment, strained and soaked. She felt the distinct, heavy lump of her family heirloom necklace—the one passed down from her Celestic ancestors—press painfully into her collarbone.“Garchomp… Lucario… Spiritomb… Grandma! Steven! Professor Rowan! Dawn!” her mind chanted, a litany of desperation. “Iris! Diantha! Leon! Please, ANYONE?! Gira— ARCEUS!!!”Outside, Aldith watched with rapturous delight as the champion’s form was steadily consumed. Only Cynthia’s thighs, hips, and legs remained outside, kicking feebly in the cool open air. The sight of those powerful, elegant legs, now reduced to helpless twitching, sent a thrill of power through the grunt.“Look at you,” Aldith mocked, running a hand over the growing, human-shaped bulge in Seviper’s throat.
The greatest living legacy of the Celestican people. A footnote in my Seviper’s digestive tract.”She let her hand cup the bulge where Cynthia’s breast was roughly located, squeezing roughly through the scaled skin. Seviper purred, a deep, vibrating rumble of pleasure that shook Cynthia to her bones. “Oh, he likes that. You’re a plump one, aren’t you? Such a rich, nutritious meal for my darling.”Another swallow. Cynthia’s knees disappeared. Then her calves. The world was reduced to the rhythmic, crushing pull of peristalsis, the overwhelming heat, the sound of her own screaming heart and muffled sobs. The acidic tinge in the air burned her nostrils.Her feet, clad in their expensive boots, were the last to go. They kicked one final, spasmodic jerk against the empty air—a futile last stand—before Seviper’s jaws closed around them with a soft, final snap.Silence in the clearing.The great serpent’s maw closed, sealing Cynthia away from the world forever. He gave a huge, satisfied gulp, and the prominent, human-shaped bulge traveled down the length of his throat, settling heavily into the expanse of his stomach with a soft, audible slosh.Aldith let out a breathy, exhilarated sigh. She placed both hands on the massive, distended swell now dominating Seviper’s middle. She could feel the form inside—the curve of a back, the roundness of a buttock, the faint, frantic movements.“Ohh…” Aldith moaned sarcastically, stroking the bulge. “Does your belly ache, dearie? Must be those nasty, pointy hairpieces of hers. There, there. One good squeeze should help.” She pushed down firmly, and from inside, a faint, choked cry could be heard. “Ahhh, how nice. What a magnificent lump. The grandest meal he’s ever had. Your tall frame… all that fine, natural fabric… nothing synthetic to worry about. You were always better at fashion than battling, weren’t you? Better off as snake chow.”
Inside the stifling, acidic prison, Cynthia’s world was agony. The heat was a physical force, already causing sweat to pour from her skin, mingling with the copious saliva. Her clothes were dissolving. She could feel her exquisite coat and pants softening, melting away into a sticky slurry. Soon, it was just scraps of fabric and her lace lingerie against her skin, and then not even that. The acids seeped through, a burning kiss that made her gasp and writhe.MY SKIN!! AHH, IT BURNS!!!Her screams were silent to the outside world, absorbed by the thick, muscular stomach walls. Tears and saliva streaked her face in the absolute darkness. She pushed against the walls, but they were unyielding, fitting her form like a second, tighter skin. Her forearms were pinned painfully behind her back, nestled into the gastric folds. Every movement was a monumental effort against the relentless, churning pressure.Aldith’s voice, muffled but clear, filtered through. “You’re lucky, in a way. At least you’ll be given the dignity of burial in your homeland. Your nutrients will fertilize these very woods. Not like that Ranger Solana. Nothing was left of her. Not bones, not hair. Just… fuel for the forest. Only her little radio survived. We kept it as a souvenir.”Solana… gone? Cynthia’s mind, already fraying, recoiled. The missing Ranger… it hadn’t been an accident.“And don’t worry about your friend,” Aldith continued cheerfully, idly grooming a scale on Seviper’s neck as the great serpent rested, digesting. “The glamorous Diantha of Kalos. We’ve been watching her too. She has such a busy filming schedule. So many isolated locations. She’ll keep your Seviper company soon enough.”Diantha… no… A new layer of despair, cold and heavy, settled over the physical torment.“In fact,” Aldith said, pulling out a small radio. “Let me confirm our next step.” She clicked the transmitter. “Alpha Unit to Base. Sinnoh Champion is… processed.
The conquest is underway. Nimbasa Gym Leader and model Elesa is next on the itinerary. Prepare the welcome party.”A crackling voice came back, deep and approving. It was unmistakably Ghetsis. “Excellent work, Aldith. Your promotion to Admin is assured. No one in Sinnoh will be spared. Continue the culling.”The confirmation shattered the last of Cynthia’s hope. It was systematic. It was bigger than her. She had failed. Not just in this moment, but completely. Her strength, her titles, her history—it all meant nothing. She was just… food. Her people would be next. Her Pokémon… what would become of her beloved team under Plasma’s rule? And Dawn, her bright, passionate protégé… she had failed her, failed everyone. She would be remembered as the champion who vanished, the weak link that allowed Plasma’s darkness to flood into Sinnoh.Hours passed in the isolated clearing. Aldith built a small campfire, sitting beside her contented, bulging partner. She regaled him with stories of their past conquests, her voice a constant, tortuous backdrop to Cynthia’s suffering. The acids worked steadily. The burning was constant now, a deep, pervasive ache that consumed her attention. Her skin felt raw, sensitive. The distinctive black hairpieces, symbols of her style, loosened and fell into the churning morass around her. Her sacred necklace dug into her flesh.She could feel herself softening.It was a horrifying, gradual realization. The firmness of her muscles, the definition of her form, was slowly yielding to the relentless chemical bath. She was being broken down.“Please…” she whimpered, a weak, pitiful sound lost in the stomach’s gurgle. “Let me out…”
Aldith heard it, or perhaps felt the faint vibration. She chuckled, placing a hand on the bulge. “Hear that, sweetie? She’s still asking. So polite. Now, you digest well, my love. We don’t want any bones puncturing the cloaca. And do try to cough up those headpieces and the necklace later. Might fetch a nice price from a trophy collector.”The night deepened. No trainers came. No wild Pokémon interfered. The clearing remained a secret grave.*The week that followed was a slow, unbearable unraveling.Inside Seviper, Cynthia’s world shrank to a universe of pain and dissolution. The first day was the fire, the burning of her skin, the melting of her remaining clothes. The second, the acids began their work in earnest, breaking down the outer layers. Her screams became weak cries, then whimpers, then silent, tearless misery. Her thoughts dissolved from coherent despair into a primal slurry of suffering and regret. She thought of Dawn’s smile, of Garchomp’s roar, of her grandmother’s stories. They became distant, dreamlike things, washed away by the burning tide.Her body, so tall and proud, was compressed, kneaded, and liquefied. Nutrients were absorbed through the serpent’s lining, fueling its incredible power. Her proteins, her fats, her very essence, became part of the monster that had consumed her. By the fifth day, coherent form was gone. By the seventh, the process was nearly complete. The large, defined bulge in Seviper’s middle had softened, shrunk, and finally smoothed out into a contented, full swell.In the clearing, Aldith waited with fanatical patience. On the seventh morning, Seviper convulsed slightly, lifted its tail, and with a series of muscular contractions, expelled the final, indigestible remnants onto the forest floor.
Among the foul, dark matter that would soon nourish the soil, three objects glinted in the weak Sinnoh sun: Cynthia’s distinctive, wing-like black hairpieces, and her precious, now-filthy Celestic ancestor’s necklace.Aldith picked them up with a gloved hand, wiping them clean with a cloth. “Perfect,” she whispered. She packed them away carefully. “Time to move. Unova calls. Elesa awaits.”She recalled her Seviper, now larger, sleeker, and more powerfully muscled than ever, its scales glistening with vibrant health. With a final glance at the now-empty clearing, Aldith vanished into the thick woods, leaving no trace behind but a dragged tail line and a patch of freshly fertilized earth.*In the world outside, chaos was brewing.Cynthia’s disappearance was noted within a day. At first, it was concern. Then, worry. Then, panic. The Pokémon League was in an uproar. Professor Rowan organized search parties that scoured every route, every cave. Looker of the International Police arrived, his usual cool demeanor strained.Rumors flew. She’d gone on a secret training journey. She’d been kidnapped by a rival organization. She’d fallen to a legendary Pokémon.Weeks passed with no sign. Sinnoh’s spirit dimmed. Dawn, heartbroken and furious, took up the search with a fervor, but found nothing.
The break came two months later, from an unlikely source. A shady collector on a distant online marketplace, boasting of unique “champion-grade” memorabilia, posted blurry pictures. The listing was flagged by an alert League intern. The images were studied, enhanced.There was no mistaking them. Cynthia’s hairpieces. Cynthia’s necklace.They were found to be authentic. And they were caked with a biological residue that, after horrific analysis, was matched to the unique enzymatic profile of a Seviper’s digestive tract.The truth, when it finally dawned on the world, was worse than any rumor. Their champion, their symbol of strength and grace, had not just been defeated. She had been consumed. Eaten alive. Reduced to nothing. The news shattered Sinnoh, sending waves of terror and outrage throughout the globe. Team Plasma, once thought contained in Unova, had declared a new, more horrifying kind of war.And in a luxurious penthouse in Nimbasa City, a blond gym leader and model named Elesa finished a long day of photoshoots, utterly unaware that a woman named Aldith was watching her from the shadows, a Poké Ball containing a very well-fed Seviper resting comfortably on her belt.
The air in the secluded clearing on Route 210 was still, the only sounds the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant cry of a Starly. Cynthia had chosen this isolated spot for its peace, a rare moment away from the pressures of the Championship to think, to plan. That peace was now a trap.Her silver eyes, wide with a dawning horror she had never known, were locked not on her assailant, but on the creature that held her in a crushing, sinuous embrace. Seviper. But not just any Seviper. This was a monster that defied all known biology, a serpent of such gargantuan, muscular bulk it made Alpha specimens look like Ekans. Its scales, a deep, venomous purple, rippled over coils thicker than Cynthia’s torso. The sheer power in its constriction stole the breath from her lungs, a relentless pressure that made her ribs creak in protest. It had coiled around her with terrifying speed the moment she’d stepped into the clearing, its tail—tipped with a cruel, glowing blade—having dragged a deep, ugly furrow in the soft earth as it struck.“Ghk—!” she gasped, her arms pinned painfully to her sides. Her fingers, mere inches from the Poké Balls clipped to her belt, strained uselessly. Garchomp. My love, where are you?!“Ah, ah, ah,” a cool, feminine voice chided. Aldith, the Team Plasma grunt, stepped into her limited field of vision. She was unassuming in her modified uniform, but her eyes were sharp and full of a mocking glee. “No calling for help now, Champion.”
With a deft, practiced motion, Aldith’s hand shot out. She didn’t grab the Poké Balls; instead, she produced a small, humming device from her pocket and pressed it against the capsule containing Garchomp. A sharp zzzt and a flicker of red light emanated from the ball before it fell dark and silent. A Poké Ball jammer. A simple, brutal technology that rendered a trainer’s greatest strength null.No. Cynthia’s heart plummeted into a cold, black pit. Oh, Arceus, no. A deep, visceral regret, sharper than any blade, lanced through her. She’d wanted solitude. She’d left her partner, her closest friend, at the villa for some deserved rest. That single act of kindness now felt like the most catastrophic mistake of her life.“There we go,” Aldith purred, stroking Seviper’s massive head as it loomed over Cynthia’s shoulder. The snake’s forked tongue flicked out, tasting the fear on her skin. “All nice and quiet. You see, Cynthia, a champion is only as powerful as the Pokémon they use. And you… you have none.”“Let me go,” Cynthia managed, her voice strained but defiant. “You have no idea the consequences. The International Police—““—Are a joke,” Aldith finished, her smile widening. “A man in a trench coat? Please. We’ve been in Sinnoh for months, watching, waiting. Blending in. We knew your routines, your favorite quiet places. You made it so easy.”Cynthia’s mind raced, a frantic torrent of denial and panic. This can’t be happening. Not to me. Not like this. She struggled, throwing her weight against the iron-muscled coils, but it was like trying to bend steel. The Seviper merely tightened its grip, squeezing a pained cry from her lips.“Now, now,” Aldith crooned. “The fun is just beginning. Seviper here… he’s a special boy. Have you ever seen jaws like these?”As if on command, the massive serpent shifted, its head moving to hover directly in front of Cynthia’s face. Her breath hitched.
The fangs were not just long; they were monuments of ivory, curved and gleaming with a deadly sheen, each as long as her forearm. Behind them, the maw was a yawning, pink chasm, deep and dark, its throat pulsating gently. The smell was musky, organic, overwhelmingly predatory.It’s going to eat me. The thought, absurd and terrifying, finally crystallized. It’s going to swallow me whole.“He’s had a lot of practice,” Aldith whispered, her breath hot on Cynthia’s ear. “An upstart trainer from Unova named Hilda. A triathlete who swam too close to our operations. Even a trio of vain little girls from Kanto. He’s cultivated quite the appetite for… well, for people who think they’re special.”“Please,” Cynthia begged, the champion’s dignity crumbling into dust. Tears welled in her silver eyes, blurring the horrific sight before her. “I’ll do anything. Money, influence—just don’t—““Your title and history ends inside my pet’s gut,” Aldith whispered, the finality in her tone absolute.A guttural command left Aldith’s lips. “Now, my love. Slowly. Savor her.”The world exploded into motion and terror. Seviper’s jaw unhinged with a soft, wet pop, widening to an impossible circumference. The pink, fleshy interior was all Cynthia could see. With a lunge that was both swift and deliberate, the maw descended over her head.Darkness. Sudden, smothering, warm darkness. A scream tore from Cynthia’s throat, but it was muffled, swallowed by the thick, muscular walls that immediately pressed in on her. The heat was immense, a wet, living heat that coated her skin in saliva. She felt the powerful jaws clamp down around her shoulders, not biting, but holding, as the first powerful swallow began.NO! NOOOOOO!The sensation was beyond anything she could have imagined. The throat muscles rippled around her head, pulling with a terrifying, irresistible strength. She was being drawn in.
Her shoulders popped through the ring of teeth with a sickening squeeze, her luxurious white coat bunching up, already beginning to soak through with digestive saliva.“That’s it, good boy!” Aldith’s voice was distant, muffled, but dripping with encouragement. “Take your time. Feel her struggle.”Cynthia kicked wildly, her leather boots scrabbling against the forest floor, digging up moss and dirt. It was futile. Another swallow, a deep, convulsive gulp that pulled her deeper. Her chest was compressed, her breasts flattened against the tight, pulsating esophageal tunnel. Her arms, trapped behind her back, were pressed into the slick walls, completely immobile. She was a prisoner in a living, swallowing tube.Aldith was helping, guiding. Cynthia could feel hands on her hips, pushing, aligning her body for easier consumption. “Head first, that’s the way,” Aldith cooed to her Pokémon. “A little twist… there. Now, another big gulp for me, Seviper. Let’s see those lovely legs.”The humiliation was as acute as the fear. She, Cynthia, Champion of Sinnoh, was being hand-fed to a monster like a piece of meat. She pleaded to her god, her mind screaming into the stifling darkness. Arceus! Why?! Why such indignity?! What did I do to deserve this fate?!Another massive swallow. Her waist was engulfed, the pressure making her gasp. Her pants, another fine garment, strained and soaked. She felt the distinct, heavy lump of her family heirloom necklace—the one passed down from her Celestic ancestors—press painfully into her collarbone.
Garchomp… Lucario… Spiritomb… Grandma! Steven! Professor Rowan! Dawn!” her mind chanted, a litany of desperation. “Iris! Diantha! Leon! Please, ANYONE?! Gira— ARCEUS!!!”Outside, Aldith watched with rapturous delight as the champion’s form was steadily consumed. Only Cynthia’s thighs, hips, and legs remained outside, kicking feebly in the cool open air. The sight of those powerful, elegant legs, now reduced to helpless twitching, sent a thrill of power through the grunt.“Look at you,” Aldith mocked, running a hand over the growing, human-shaped bulge in Seviper’s throat. “The greatest living legacy of the Celestican people. A footnote in my Seviper’s digestive tract.”She let her hand cup the bulge where Cynthia’s breast was roughly located, squeezing roughly through the scaled skin. Seviper purred, a deep, vibrating rumble of pleasure that shook Cynthia to her bones. “Oh, he likes that. You’re a plump one, aren’t you? Such a rich, nutritious meal for my darling.”Another swallow. Cynthia’s knees disappeared. Then her calves. The world was reduced to the rhythmic, crushing pull of peristalsis, the overwhelming heat, the sound of her own screaming heart and muffled sobs. The acidic tinge in the air burned her nostrils.Her feet, clad in their expensive boots, were the last to go. They kicked one final, spasmodic jerk against the empty air—a futile last stand—before Seviper’s jaws closed around them with a soft, final snap.Silence in the clearing.The great serpent’s maw closed, sealing Cynthia away from the world forever. He gave a huge, satisfied gulp, and the prominent, human-shaped bulge traveled down the length of his throat, settling heavily into the expanse of his stomach with a soft, audible slosh.
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Aldith let out a breathy, exhilarated sigh. She placed both hands on the massive, distended swell now dominating Seviper’s middle. She could feel the form inside—the curve of a back, the roundness of a buttock, the faint, frantic movements.“Ohh…” Aldith moaned sarcastically, stroking the bulge. “Does your belly ache, dearie? Must be those nasty, pointy hairpieces of hers. There, there. One good squeeze should help.” She pushed down firmly, and from inside, a faint, choked cry could be heard. “Ahhh, how nice. What a magnificent lump. The grandest meal he’s ever had. Your tall frame… all that fine, natural fabric… nothing synthetic to worry about. You were always better at fashion than battling, weren’t you? Better off as snake chow.”Inside the stifling, acidic prison, Cynthia’s world was agony. The heat was a physical force, already causing sweat to pour from her skin, mingling with the copious saliva. Her clothes were dissolving. She could feel her exquisite coat and pants softening, melting away into a sticky slurry. Soon, it was just scraps of fabric and her lace lingerie against her skin, and then not even that. The acids seeped through, a burning kiss that made her gasp and writhe.MY SKIN!! AHH, IT BURNS!!!Her screams were silent to the outside world, absorbed by the thick, muscular stomach walls. Tears and saliva streaked her face in the absolute darkness. She pushed against the walls, but they were unyielding, fitting her form like a second, tighter skin. Her forearms were pinned painfully behind her back, nestled into the gastric folds. Every movement was a monumental effort against the relentless, churning pressure.Aldith’s voice, muffled but clear, filtered through. “You’re lucky, in a way. At least you’ll be given the dignity of burial in your homeland. Your nutrients will fertilize these very woods. Not like that Ranger Solana. Nothing was left of her. Not bones, not hair.
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