All These Hungry Pokemon!

The Noibat’s eyes squint dangerously as its ellipse-shaped pupils focus hard and unambiguously toward you. It is not happy.
“You call me blind? You can’t see two-feet in front of you.” You feel a sudden tug from behind you as you are lifted into the air, presumably by the Noibat’s claws. You’re dangling in front of the Pokemon, its glowing eyes envelop your field of view — like two super moons in a too-small night sky. “You know what I see? Lies! Miltank-manure. All coming from you. You don’t know anything!” As the bat Pokemon says this, your arms reach up behind your back and your hands wrap around Noibat’s gripping claws. You try to support yourself and relieve the pressure between your shoulder blades as the Noibat speaks again.
“You know how I know?” You see Noibat’s face turn away from you. It looks up and toward the right. You can see its right wing, lit by the ambient light from its eyes, extend past your vision and towards an unseen object, swallowed in darkness. You hear the unmistakable scratching sound of the Noibat’s claw shuffling through vegetation. Then, a faint snap as a thin branch is broken as the Noibat plucks something. Its wing retracts as it brings the unknown object closer, almost in view, as it momentarily admires it. From what you can see, it looks like a lumpy cluster of blackish-blue marbles. Suddenly, you’re aware of a sweet fragrant smell.
“I spy with my little eye,” Noibat says with glee, “something yummy!” The Pokemon moves its eyes, and the object, toward you. It’s a clump of Bluk Berry. Several smooth black-blue orbs bunched together and topped with a green stem. You’re familiar with its sweet, sometimes tart, flavor. You loved them as a child. Many times you’d close one eye and carefully search for the blackest, bluest berry because you knew that they’d be the sweetest. You’d pluck them from the bushel and leave the redder ones hanging, left on the stem.
“If you knew where berries where, you’d know! Berries! Right here!” Noibat swings the fruit by its green stem. Was he taunting you? Or showing off?
You watch as the fruit is pulled away from you, closer toward the Noibat. Then, the Noibat’s head tilts skyward as he lifts the berry up high. Briefly, the Bluk berry is held there — looking like a fruity hot air balloon illuminated by two grounded yellow spotlights. Then, it falls. The Noibat’s pupils trace its downward path until it abruptly disappears. You’re puzzled for a moment until you hear the unmistakable sound of chewing. The Noibat turns to you and comes in close.
“You know, you’re…” the Noibat abruptly pauses to chew its food. Although you couldn’t see it, from the warm sickly sweet breath that washes over you, you gather that it is chewing with its mouth open. “...a bold one, in general — you be! You’re so small, so full of...spirit!” You hear the Noibat’s claw rummaging through the Bluk berry plant for a second serving. “But I wonder — are you sweet?” You’re given a brief moment to express your horror as you look into the Noibat’s eyes, a mischievous hunger clearly evident. Seeing your face, the Noibat stifles a giggle, which slowly builds into a full-on fit. Amidst this, gooey bits of berry are flung in your direction, sticking to your form like syrupy mud.
“Your face! Ohhh, your face!” Noibat sputters out mid-laugh, eyes scrunched in jubilarity. “I’ve never seen anything like it! Priceless! Unbelievable!”
Hope and anger begin to build within you. “Was that a joke!?” You indignantly say. “Did you just threaten to eat me for a quick laugh!?”
Noibat collects itself, lets out a singular composing cough (into its other berry-filled claw), and looks at you. “Of course… I’m still going to eat you! Your face was hilarious, though!” And with that, it brings you closer than you’ve ever been...and throws the berry in his other hand in its mouth. You glower at the bat as he chews loudly in front of your face. He’s clearly toying with you.
“Oh fine!” Noibat says with a berry-filled mouth. “If your gonna look that way, I’ll eat you quick. No fun!” True to his word, he starts swinging you like a swing on a swing set before letting go.
You are airborne. The caves humid air rushes past you before quickly growing far more muggy as you land with an audible splat into a warm mess of part sticky, half-chewed Bluk berry and part viscous saliva.
Yuck, you think, absolutely disgusted. You’re pretty sure you got some of it in your nose.
Underneath your hands and your fingertips you feel the bumps and hills of the Noibat’s papillae. Lumpy remains of Bluk berry drift across you as the giant muscle beneath you stirs, slightly raising. Without Noibat’s lantern-like eyes, you can’t see anything within this cave-within-a-cave. You can smell though, but the result is quite obvious: The same revolting combo of smells from when you first met the Noibat — nauseatingly sugary scent of berries (clearly Bluk, this time) and insalubrious bad breath. You hear the watery sound of traveling spittle as it sloshes around you and past the tongue. All of a sudden you’re lifted as its tongue raises you to the roof. You groan as you’re squished between its palette, wallowing in the berry mixture surrounding you. The berry mixture makes strange squishy sounds and pops as it slides past your ears, looking for space in the cramped confines of the Noibat’s maw. You hear the distinct sound of the Noibat swallowing as some of the mixture is swept away and sent tumbling down into its throat. The giant muscle beneath you eases off as the bat Pokemon contently sighs, then lets out a small giggle — jiggling and splashing the contents of the strange soup you reside in. Then, the world begins to tilt. The Noibat starts to tilt its big head upward, preparing to swallow. You try to frantically wave your arms about, looking for something to grasp, but the syrupy mix is like molasses and slows your movement and kills your hope of impeding your chance of halting your fate.
Now the Noibat’s head is completely skyward and your environment is vertical. You begin to slide downward along with Noibat’s berry meal. The mixture that was originally in front of you comes cascading down on top of you, expediting your progress and enveloping you completely in a abominable half-solid liquid. Soon, you’re at the entrance of the Noibat’s throat, still sliding downward with a gooey, sluckey sound. Then the walls of the throat suddenly converge together with you and Bluk berry inbetween. The Noibat had swallowed. You’re almost entirely within its throat now, only a single arm and your head remain not wholly swallowed. This soon changes as the Noibat swallows again and you are washed down with the remnants of the berry in its maw and its saliva.
Now in its throat, you are crushed between the fleshed walls of its gullet. You are forced to hold your breath, for there is no room for air between the crushing walls and within the foul slurry. You are held in place for a moment before another swallow sends you deeper. Again, this process continues. You are stilled for a brief moment, suspended, before another crushing oscillation ferries you deeper. All the while, although you can’t see it, the Noibat traces your journey with two of its pointed claws.
Finally, you are released from the esophagus crushing embrace and inelegantly dumped into the detestable contents of its stomach. To your relief, you found there to be no burning sensation — at least for the time being.
However, the Noibat’s stomach was far from a pleasant place. The grisly sweet smell of berry is still ever present, but the funk of the Noibat’s breath is now replaced with the revolting stench of the Noibat’s internals. It smells like someone vomited up a fruitcake.
The saccharine and repulsive mèlange you were in begins to shake stir as the Noibat had another giggle-fit.
“Tee-huhuhu…” the Noibat obnoxiously laughs. Its... unusual giggle is loud and surrounds you, but is slightly muffled, “Now you know where the berries are! Too bad you can’t have any though...” The Noibat chuckles a bit at its own joke. “Oh, I’m sorry! You can’t see anything! No light! You’re blind! Isn’t that funny? Someone said that about me, once!” The Noibat erupts into full-blown laughter. The resulting waves and tides from within the Noibat’s stomach momentarily dunk you underneath the surface of the bat’s belly juices. Floating in the middle of the bat’s revolting stew, you tumble about as you completely lose all sense of up, down, left, and right. Your heart beats wildly — like shoes in a tumble dryer. The last thing you’d ever want is to drown in a manic bat’s belly.

Fortunately, the Noibat composes itself. Now that the world is calm, you try to find your footing. You swim in an unknown direction until you bump into a soft wrinkled wall: the stomach wall! You’ve narrowed ‘up’ down to two directions. You take a guess on which leads up and begin to inelegantly paddle towards it. Question is, which direction did you really pick?