Courtney's Alolan Taste-Test (Patron Reward) (Patreon)

[The following story is a reward for my patron, Soosh! Thank you so much for your support~

The following is a Pokemon fanfiction, featuring Courtney (Omega Ruby/Alpha Sapphire) shrinking and eating the islands/characters of the Alola region (Sun/Moon). The story contains themes of vore/mouthplay/licking; giant foods; micro interactions; destruction; breasts.]

The weather was fair, the water was calm, and another day in Alola felt like paradise. Professor Kukui thought so himself as he piloted his boat back to the Melemele Island coastline, returning from a research expedition out at sea, joined by his wife, Professor Burnet. They admired the horizon ahead, gazing from one end to the other – from Hau’oli City to his beachside laboratory, a span that seemed so short, but was nonetheless thriving with life, both human and pokemon. There was a vibrant culture to be found, as was the case with all of Alola’s islands, each uniquely beautiful with their own cultures and biomes; the pair of scientists were happy to be planning ahead for their next expedition, excited to explore and experience any of Alola’s famous locales and landmarks, enriching their understanding of its magnificent nature.

But they were not alone in wanting to engross themselves in everything that was Alolan. In another corner of the world, there was a peculiar mind focused on the region – obsessed with its special characteristics, desiring not to just simply understand Alola, but with a wish to consume it all. And after diligent research, she had discovered a means to fulfill that fantasy, tapping into one of Alola’s most phenomenal details: its importance as a place between wormholes.

It had been some months since the wormholes were last acting turbulent – when Ultra Beasts invaded the region, arriving from dimensional tears that appeared in the sky. It was thus a sudden shock to the professors when the atmosphere crackled with an energetic light, like lightning that gradually broke a gap in reality. They watched as the rip expanded in a tremor that enveloped everything overhead, reaching as far as all the other islands, distant as they were across waters that rumbled into restless waves. An event was upon them, Kukui and Burnet both anxiously knew, and they theorized well that what was occuring was something of a magnitude far more intense than alien pokemon.

The endless blue sky had suddenly been replaced with a blurred image of reds and blacks. Looking upward, Kukui and Burnet strained to comprehend the distant sight, gawking at what appeared to be movement far overhead – but before they could stare for long, they felt the world rumble and the tides swirl. From where they were off the coast, they could hear the earthy sounds of fissuring and rockslides, the cacophony of Melemele Island unsettling and cracking apart. Everywhere was a disturbing energy, a new sense of gravity and weight instilled upon the land; the professors rambled with possible explanations, but neither understood the depths of their dilemma, not until they witnessed the sky revolve and change again – reflecting a pale color of skin, a streak of lilac hair, and two purple-colored eyes, each wider than Melemele itself.

“... Slurp ♪” Courtney’s tongue slid over her lips in anticipation. Through her cold and computer-like demeanor, her smile expressed a life of emotion that she rarely permitted herself, an excitement that she would do more to subdue if she was watched by any Team Magma peers. But by her lonesome in the confines of her private lab, she allowed herself as much as a giggle of delight, proud of herself for the scientific feat she had performed – a manipulation of wormholes and teleportation technology, the result of which was laid out across her worktable.

It was a map of Alola, but all too real; not simply a pop-out texture or design, but the actual islands themselves, and even the sea between them. An entire region of the world had been transported to her lab all the way in Hoenn, scaled down to toy-like proportions. Any of the four islands could easily fit in the palm of her hand, but it was the near-microscopic details that lured Courtney’s head low and close to Alola. She could point-out every city and major landmark, further amazed at how those places were filled with people and pokemon – all responding chaotically to their circumstance, a hysteria Courtney could only assume was unfolding, a thought that made her smile stretch slightly more.

“Alola region… successfully captured…~” she affirmed aloud with a hint of pride. “All four islands confirmed… In addition, Aether Paradise… is here, too…~ Calculating conditions… Scanning… Scanning complete. Alola region, ready… for testing…!”

It was lifted between two fingers off her worktable, but arose from the Alolan horizon like a celestial object. It gleamed with a silvery shine, perfectly balanced in Courtney’s grasp, pointing down into the region. It was no weapon that cast a spell of fear onto the Alolan population, but a household spoon, recently cleaned so that it could be the administrator’s tool for picking apart the islands and enacting her enigmatic tests.

Kukui and Burnet were paralyzed by the silver obelisk – “What is that?!” they both asked in unison, their voices rattled by the hard rocking of their boat. They struggled to make sense of what they saw, as the monolith thing dipped and angled down, revealing its full length and shape. Yet even when it was demonstrably clear that it was a gigantic spoon careening towards Melemele Island, neither could believe it to be true.

Regardless of what they believed, however, the spoon still approached, proving to be drastically bigger than any Alolan citizen imagined. The head leading its descent was an island itself, appropriately crashing into the sea and generating waves that stormed against the beaches. It dove through the water, then burrowed into the earth; all across Melemele Island, fissures erupted and gapped the landmarks, turning rivers into chasms and causing cliffsides to crumble. Closest to the point of impact was Kala’e Bay, its reef of stones disappearing under the steep tides, its beach torn open by the tremors riddling through it. Residents of Iki Town watched over the bay’s destruction – before they had to retreat, panicking as much as the island’s wild pokemon, heading inward as if that were any shelter. Indeed, even on the opposite side of Melemele Island, the citizens of Hau’oli City were whipped into a frenzy, its infrastructure shutting down under sirens and alarms while all eyes aimed skyward at the mysterious, celestial entity that spun such a storm of events.

“Tee-hee…~ It’s crisp… like cereal…” Courtney whispered her remark to herself, noting the fragile but firm quality of Melemele Island – observing the catastrophe with a fascinated grin. She dug the spoon deeper under the landmass’s center; “I want this part… in the middle… These ancient ruins and forests… look delicious~”

Effortlessly, Courtney uprooted the core of Melemele Island with her spoon, abducting its center out of the sea. As it rose, greater deterioration ensued, as the land was marred and reshaped by the unforgiving silver; debris from her spoonful spilled over the edge and rained upon the rest of the island, casting meteoric chunks of forested island onto the population. As they fled and avoided the disastrous hail, the people of Melemele were yet captivated by the scene, awestruck by a major fraction of their home being taken into the sky – helpless to save Iki Town or any of its historic landmarks.

As the Melemele segment rose away in shambles, its population was eventually met with a striking visual of deep color. To one horizon was a plane of purple – the iris of a gigantic eye, studying their distress with only a singular, slow-moving blink of expression. It coldly looked down at them all, not at any specific speck-sized individual, but more broadly across all of the chaos, all the horrific scenes playing out. Only some percentage of the population would be in position to ever recognize their fate, that watching them then was a human of tremendous scale – none aware of who she was, far from knowing the truth that their whole region at sea had been shrunken and stolen. What they could infer, however, was the terror of their fate, the portal to which was opening before them: a massive mouth, more than huge enough to swallow that fraction of Melemele Island whole.

After a moment of contemplation over the spoonful, Courtney took the first bite of her research expedition. She slid the silverware over her tongue, dislodging the land into her mouth while the spoon was slipped free; the flavor of salt and earth struck her tastebuds instantly, a mixture of sand, nature, and civilization melting all at once. A few movements of her tongue swiftly dissolved the island into scattered fragments – locations that fell between her teeth or down her gums, but were all nonetheless eventually swamped under saliva, everything flattened and squashed until it was a paste with only few remnants of what it once was existing as chunks of texture. Iki Town, Kala’e Bay, and the ancient ruins had become a mouthful of mess, its essence absorbed as mere flavoring; in that state, it was easy to swallow, a passage commenced without warning or ceremony, no differently than any other bite of food.

“...Like a cracker,” Courtney declared, blinking affirmatively. “Simple… Plain… Edible, but not… delicious.” After using the tip of her tongue to scrape out any leftover smears of Melemele, she then turned her head down at what was left on the pseudo-map. She stared directly above the broken island, now shaped like a jagged crescent from where she scooped the middle out. “...Must finish the rest… for accurate results…~”

With less grace than before, Courtney dove into the landmass with her spoon, no longer concerned with keeping the geography intact. The silver edge sliced into the island with its side, separating Hau’oli City from the mainland, then did the same to the nature north of it; in another stroke, the bottom of the spoon cratered the peak of Ten Carat Hill, crunching the systems of caverns into a flatter mound, its excess pushed out on the outskirts like an impossible avalanche. After dividing up Melemele Island, Courtney then cobbled everything down even more, until no shard of the island was more substantial than a crumb – pieces of land yet wide enough for dozens at a time to be castaway upon, at least before the spoon came for them again, shoveling the debris into a single pile that would serve as her second bite.

“Mm… Detecting hidden flavors… Intriguing…” Courtney continued to enunciate her notes while still chewing her meal of civilization. Though she found bits that were harder or crunchier – remains of Ten Carat Hill, pieces of the Ruins of Conflict, and infrastructure from Hau’oli City – nothing could withstand the crushing power of her teeth, certainly no person nor pokemon, wherever they might have been abandoned in her mouth.

After gulping all that was left of Melemele Island, Courtney’s sights went straight to the next serving. She smiled mischievously while setting her spoon aside, eager to move on to a more substantial dish – a meal of which Akala Island would only be an ingredient within. Of course, as Courtney sized the location with wide-eyed glances, the various communities of people awed back at her, unaware yet what purpose they would all serve.

Hysteria had especially enveloped the strip of Heahea City, where residents and tourists alike scrambled into evacuations, but among them was a capable trainer that had a stalwart reaction. Kahili, a member of the Alolan Elite Four, was instantly drawn into the perils when her tee-off at the golf course was interrupted. Earthquakes struck suddenly while she was positioned on a hilltop, where she could witness the green-shaded landscape in front of her crack and tear. The scenic course, renowned for its tranquil environment for golfers to enjoy, had become a fissured terrain of uncertain development. Kahili was staggered while making sense of the widespread dangers; she dimmed into despair when she saw the sky overtaken by a hungry expression, disturbed by the titan overlooking all of Akala.

It did not relieve any worries when Courtney turned away from Akala Island; she was soon back upon them, restraining a giggle of excitement that she was then ready to begin. She returned equipped with two utensils, the tools for which she would be abducting the island with: a fork similar to her spoon, and a pair of wooden chopsticks. Both utensils were lowered into the Alolan map, breaking through the clouds, then the waters surrounding Akala Island, their arrival announced with a splash of waves that raged into the beaches. Only so much flooding could occur, however, before the tips of the tools were dug deep enough under the location, positioned on either end; with a delicate heft upward – a monumental event of tremors and fissuring, yet only just a moment to Courtney – she had Akala removed altogether, almost all of it carefully cut out from the sea and held stable in mid-air.

Citizens were sent stumbling in all directions as the earth beneath their feet was shifted and shaken. In the cities, traffic tilted steeply enough to drift off bridges and ridges; in the inner-countryside, townsfolk raced around fissures that sunk farmland underground. No terrain could withstand the tragic developments, Wela Volcano proving the least capable to endure – with every quiver of Courtney’s minute movements, the feature landmark groaned and cracked, causing hot steam to shoot forth into a fog around the area. It seemed the safest place on Akala Island was the Hano Grand Resort, a centralized point with strong construction and generous space, but as people and pokemon were pushed to it, it became flooded with panic, a disaster on its own.

And as tensions rose, so too did the temperature. Subtle at first, the heat relentlessly increased, a humidity cast across the island that became overwhelmingly noticeable. Worse than any oceanic summer, it became a question as pressing as it was hopeless for Kahili to ponder: what was happening to Akala Island?

No one could tell, nor would they have guessed, that Courtney was happily transporting Akala Island to a bowl of freshly-cooked ramen. For her next tests, she intended to use the remaining islands to flavor different foods, with ramen as the main course. She hovered Akala Island over the steaming bowl until she decided where best to place it within the noodles and other ingredients, lowering it into the broth with a small plop. The land started to dissolve, blending in with the scallions and garlic, proving to be only as big as half of a soft-boiled egg. All these details and more entertained Courtney’s mind, rousing her curiosity as much as her appetite.

The terrors across Akala Island were suddenly amplified upon arriving at a different kind of sea. After a staggering drop from the giant fork and chopsticks, the population was swarmed on all sides by tidal waves – building-high tsunamis of brown broth, its boiling temperature scathing the landscape and anyone unfortunate enough to be tackled by the tides. The soup seeped over every beach and around every hill, traveling with enough force to wash-up trees and houses, carrying them adrift towards the mainland or otherwise dragging it out towards the jungles of noodles. The few highland areas of the island gave some citizens a chance to look out at that fantasy world, a skyline of gigantic foods – seaweed that stretched for miles, fish cakes that loomed taller than mountains – a dream-like scenario of gluttony, if it were not so nightmarishly inflicted upon them.

Of the thousands warped into that world, Kahili alone had the most superior view to observe the uncanny disaster unfold. As Akala was broken down like an extra ingredient, the Elite Four trainer had taken to the sky on the back of her Braviary, high into the steams that clouded above. She was mesmerized by the gigantic foods that completely surrounded the displaced island, so far and sprawling that she could not perceive the horizon as the rim of a bowl; she saw how the landmass below was taken over by rivers of broth, separating Akala into smaller sizes that drowned into flavor. Terribly did Kahili feel a need to help and aid those in need, but the situation was totally overwhelming, and she hesitated to try swooping down any closer to the dish. Her serious expression was even tighter than usual; “We have to go higher! Now!” she ordered her Braviary, though the crack in her voice signaled the true doubt she had that there would be any refuge above a tremendous bowl of ramen.

For the time being, Kahili’s maneuvers into the sky meant she was safe from Courtney’s subsequent stirring, high enough to avoid the miles-long chopsticks that would break Akala apart into finer crumbs. Courtney had specified a particularly delicious-looking target, a landmark the island was famous for: Wela Volcano Park. The mountainous region had stood firm against the broth ocean that swamped the lowlands, and was a key location for anyone seeking refuge from the rising currents. That would change dramatically and unexpectedly, as Courtney aimed her chopsticks towards the central volcano, lowering the tips slowly towards the flared peaks. No matter how gentle her approach, the impact was heavy and hard– Thooooomm!! From the highlands spilled avalanches of rocks, followed then by spewing lava, erupting from freshly-made fissures that saw cliffsides shedding loose. The otherworldly pressure put upon Wela Volcano Park had sparked an outrage of effects, the once stable landmark sparked into hazardous fury.

“...It’s spilling out~” Courtney chuckled menacingly, leering low at her bowl of ramen. Her eyes, analytical as always, honed onto the fractioned island and its string of volcanoes, evidently pleased at how the red color gushed from the earth and thus mixed into the rest of the meal. Appropriately, she leaned closer and deeply sniffed the scent wafting from the ramen, her nose wrinkling to the new seasoning resonating from Akala; she sighed, “Spicy ♪~”

That breath to enjoy the flavorful aroma was a whirlwind for the airborne Kahili and her Braviary. While she had been gawking at the devastation below, she was blindsided by the approach of Courtney’s nose, each nostril huge enough to be wormholes. The force of the winds being sucked upwards was too much for Braviary, no matter how it strained to fly forward; Kahili hugged the bird-pokemon tightly as they were swept away, drawn into that colossal nose alongside the clouds of steam.

But before they could be inhaled, there was a break from the gales – the breath had paused, and so Kahili and her pokemon were left free-falling not far from Courtney’s face. After twirling several times in a plummet, Braviary balanced itself, and Kahili tried directing it back downwards, anywhere away from the gigantic threat. The curved lips of that behemoth was all Kahili could stare back at in awe, and so she was set to be ambushed yet again, unaware of what would soon be rising from below.

Courtney shifted in her seat, pulling away from the ramen with a huff. “Hot…” she complained, pulling forward the collar of her coat. Though she was accustomed to a certain amount of heat as a Team Magma executive, she was yet sensitive to hot, spicy foods, tasty as they were to her. Before beginning her meal, Courtney first unbuttoned her uniform and undraped the hood from over her lavender hair; she undid both layers of tops, letting them hang over her office chair, left with only her red-colored bra on as she reapproached the bowl. She licked her lips as both fork and chopsticks were used to collect a hearty selection of ramen, lifting the load slowly out of the broth, keenly noticing how Akala trickled down the noodles like excess droplets.

Kahali realized too late that the island – and countless kilometers of noodles – were launching up from under her. Even had she noticed sooner, the sheer size of the food would have inevitably caught her. Guiding Braviary, she made a swift maneuver to turn around and angle elsewhere, but the forkful of noodles was soon upon her, bringing with it an aggressive heatwave. Sweating and panting, Kahali struggled to pilot her bird-pokemon, but she insisted on flying forward and away. Behind her rose bits and pieces of Akala Island, stuck to the sticky noodles if they were not ensnared more deeply in its tangles, strands of noodles lifting skywards like twisting towers drenched in a near-boiling fluid. They avoided the landmass, speeding onward past the range of huge ingredients – had she and her pokemon been snagged, they would have followed that dreadful fate, the island and the immense amount of food with it all deposited into a massive, wide-open maw, doomed to be devoured.

At last, the immense mass of noodles had risen away. Kahili had successfully endured the wild ride, having survived to witness that mountain of a meal be eaten overhead. She was in awe of each bite, how the ramen and its ingredients disappeared – “Slurp ♪~!” was the sound of Courtney eating, louder than anything of Akala Island that was being chewed by titanic teeth and dissolved by broth tsunamis. Indeed, the island Kahili had come to know so well was completely gone, and she looked low to the lake-like bowl far beneath her; there was nothing for her there, except perhaps sparse islets, remnants of the greater landmass. She thus had nowhere to go, nothing left for her – lost in a haze of steam, the golfer grappled with her lonely status, struck in a stupor as her Braviary soared aimlessly.

The last length of a noodle was whipped into Courtney’s lips, and from its tail-end was a flick of broth, a tiny droplet that fell silently – but not without hazardous effect to Kahili’s flight. She never suspected an attack of such degree, nor could her Braviary have noticed its plummeting approach– splash! Of all paths the droplet could have fallen, it struck the dust-sized Elite Four, smacking her and her pokemon down, trapping them in a fluid grasp of flavor, hit by the weight of a speeding truck. They fell faster than they could have ever flown, rushing down for imminent impact – not back into the ramen bowl, but smacked onto some other surface, pitifully planted flat on a huge globe of pale skin, its softness just generous enough for a crash landing. After hacking up broth and peeling herself up from a stain, Kahili dimly surveyed where she had been deserted, a mountainside of skin near to a canyon-sized cleavage – the undressed breasts of the Team Magma Admin, on which Kahili was merely a speck of seasoning, too little to be worth any attention.

Courtney dotted her lips with a napkin, but her smile was wider than it could be concealed behind it. Red flushed across her face as she finished swallowing the volcanic heat of her mouthful, her lips shivering from the spicy sensation. “Such… a strong flavor…!” she noted. “It really… lingers… The taste of a volcano… and a beachside resort…” But despite how enjoyable her ramen had been, the heat was proving too much for her mouth, and so she looked forward to beginning the next experiment – a refreshing follow-up that would also quench her thirst.

Inside an ascending elevator, Aether President Lusamine waited impatiently to exit. Her usual compassionate behavior was absent, instead expressing her true bitterness, glaring forward with her arms crossed, displeased to have been pulled up from her private research. While enthralled with her own personal projects deep beneath Aether Paradise, she was called to the top floor by Aether staff, urgently requested – told that she would have to see for herself what had happened to the facility, as no grunt was capable of describing it themselves. Lusamine expected her time to be wasted on something pointless to her, never expecting to see what the elevator doors opened her to.

Her eyes went wide as she stepped outside, struck with the same disbelief as her scattered employees, so many of which were pressed to the guardrails to gawk out into the ocean. “The… ocean…?” Lusamine questioned, for what they all saw was a different kind of sea – brown and syrupy, waveless and thick, sugary sweet rather than brisk and salty. An unseasonal chill surrounded Aether Paradise, the result of chunky glaciers that populated the surface, alongside pods of black that could not be immediately identified, though they were as big as freight ships, bobbing into the facility’s rigging. Lusamine looked all around for an explanation, but the horizon had also been made strange, a distant rim that circled far around them – no islands, no clouds, only a barrier that could be assumed to be plastic, containing the vast ice and liquid in perpetual stillness. “N-No… This is some kind of tundra, i-isn’t it? Could a wormhole… have done this…?”

While Lusamine was assessing the absurdity of their surroundings, a row of Aether scientists panicked and pointed upwards. Heads turned and similarly gasped at what streaked through the sky, first thought to be a vehicle, until the sheer and simple design of the incoming object was evidently alien to them – a long, straight tube that hovered high above, aiming to pick a point nearby to which to descend. Lusamine looked as well, and realized what it was: a standard drinking straw.

The tip of the obelisk lowered– crrsshhhhkkk! The layer of ice cubes, denser than it appeared from the surface, was broken to make way for the straw, unsettling the calm of the chocolate-flavored sea. Aether Paradise groaned, its metal rigging strained by the abnormal environment; staff were sent stumbling as the straw stirred in small circles, causing glaciers to collide into icy sparks that startled the employees inward of the facility. Yet Lusamine remained outside, hesitating how to respond – she followed the straw’s height up to the fingers that wielded it, a hand of outrageous size, belonging to the inconceivable titan that had made her prized pokemon facility into some small addition to a cup of boba tea.

Courtney’s lips gently curled around the other end of the straw, but before sucking, she searched for the special treat amidst the beverage. Hidden between the boba pearls and ice was a glimmer of Aether Paradise, idly tilting as she spun a vortex across from the facility. While perched upon the straw, Courtney smiled devilishly, restraining a giggle that would have disrupted the shrunken facility more than she wanted; rather than mix Aether Paradise into the tea, she allowed it to stand where it was, carefully taking slow sips so that she could watch the structure sink as one piece.

Regardless of how delicate Courtney tried to be, the consequences to Aether Paradise were thunderous. Across every floor and chamber, an intense rattling threatened the collapse of the entire building. Refuges of pokemon fell into disorder as the creatures reacted to the shockwaves, the staff no less prepared for the perils that befell them, all swept into chaos as a churning sound haunted them from outside. Immeasurable amounts of fluid were being drained from the gigantic cup they were within, sucked through the straw and disappeared past Courtney’s lips, each drink resulting in a shift of ice and boba that crammed more and more tightly around Aether Paradise – a single boba pearl barged into a docking bay, barreling into the boats and flooding the station with its bulk, while islands of ice rammed into the rigging, mercilessly bending the metal between each cube. A terrible noise, all the while, rang incessantly – the sound of the boba sea being slurped and savored, a graceless rumbling that forewarned the facility’s fate.

Truly, Courtney was only minimally fascinated with the experiment and the terrors she subjected. “...It’s still just tea,” she admitted, stirring the second-half of her beverage with more little swirls. Tasty, as usual, but nothing notable considering the addition of Aether Paradise. Courtney frowned down at the square-shaped speck that was the pokemon safe haven; “I expected… a richer flavor… Perhaps this place has nothing useful to offer…~”

In pursuit of any remarkable taste, Courtney’s straw was shifted within the drink – a monolithic movement for those within the shrunken facility, the gigantic tool elevating out of the boba sea and heralded into the air. Huge drips of tea splashed down around Aether Paradise like bombs dropped from the straw’s lower end, the proximity of each blast indicating the aim it angled itself overhead. While staff along the main levels were flushed and flooded, Lusamine was thrown around her outdoor balcony, staggered from one side to the other, her dreams and investments sinking, yet it was skywards that she feared the worst, glaring at the tube-shaped entrance that awaited. It was frightfully similar to the wormholes she researched – only larger, stiffer, and painfully simpler.

Gravity reversed when the almighty suction began. Winds pulled upwards into a vortex in the sky, strong enough to lift a drizzle of tea out of the surface; the loosest metal and debris were carried away next, the force intensifying with no signs of slowing. The alien effect was accompanied by an otherworldly howl of noise, overpowering the spike of panic that took over Aether Paradise. The first to be abducted would be the facility’s own president – Lusamine cried out furiously while clinging to the railing of her balcony, her legs dragged into the air, her muscles caving under the pressure to keep herself from being pulled. Her anger was almost enough to win against the suction, determined to see that Aether Paradise not be ended so pathetically, but even the building itself was deteriorating piece by piece. Soon, the very railing she anchored to was ripped away, and so she was swirled as well into the sky, her precious base left behind with bundles of boba, slurped into a straw where she would be transported into a dimension even crueler than those she had studied.

Not long after did Courtney’s straw descend upon Aether Paradise, circling over it so that her drink would be undenied. The next sip saw the facility rocket upwards into the portal, the various floors and levels broken into indescribable shrapnel, all mixed and spun into a rage of fluids. Staff and pokemon were viciously swept into a cyclone of beverage, surrounded by sweetness and drowned in its syrup, en route to the mouth that desired them. In just moments, they were warped from the confines of the cup into a living, breathing chamber; a monstrous tongue unlike any legendary pokemon was there to welcome them, plentifully wide for the facility’s debris to be stranded upon. Indeed, Courtney picked out the most notable platforms – whichever areas of Aether Paradise had persisted thus far – only so she could concentrate those ice-like chunks to the tip of her tongue, pinpointed so she could ultimately smash those remnants against her teeth. Obliterated, drowned, then swallowed – the glory of Aether Paradise was completely gone, dissolved more swiftly than a single tapioca.

Yet Courtney’s expression was dull and unchanged. Unlike the Alolan islands, which provided exotic flavor to whatever they were added to, the taste of Aether Paradise was metallic and plain, in addition to being crunchy and hard for her tongue to break. It did not matter that she had a combined-hundreds of humans and pokemon within her mouth – they were all particles to her, too small to be substantial in her tests. She nearly considered spitting the remains out, but it was easier to wash the facility down with another sip of boba tea; she would occasionally detect rubble of Aether Paradise caught between her teeth, needing only a bump of her tongue to dislodge and finish.

“...Bitter. Least flavorful of the samples. No fortitude…” Courtney listed her thoughts with an insulting tone, criticizing the advanced refuge system for its lack of taste. A final slurp of her tea left the cup only with ice and boba – another test concluded, and so her analytical gaze drifted to the last meals she had prepared. A small smile appeared as she stroked her stomach, feeling the contents within churn, her appetite unsated until she had all of the Alola region digesting inside. She had her appetizer, a main course, and a refreshing beverage; what was left to eat were two little desserts, plated and prepared in front of her. She giggled hungrily, “Predicting exceptional flavor from the final test subjects~ Commencing sweetness-taste sequence…!”

The choice Courtney was left with was which dessert to begin with first. She carefully moved the plates in front of her seat to decide, each one delicious to inspect. To the left was a chocolate cupcake with pink frosting, where Poni Island had been shrunken and placed atop its peak; to the right was a sample serving of an ice cream sundae, where Ula’ula was located, swamped on all coasts by pools of melting vanilla. Courtney craved them both equally, her fingers curling expectantly on either plate, uncaring that for every second she took to make up her mind, the remaining islands of Alola endured through their uniquely chaotic circumstances.

Neither island was yet directly manipulated by the administrator, but apocalyptic events unfolded in her absence. Ula’ula was particularly reactive to having become a small ingredient in a fantasy sundae, its dense population swarming and panicking in response to the mountains of ice cream looming over their dual mountains, from which chilling breezes shot the temperature to unseasonably low degrees. The sea along the coastlines had been replaced with the melted dessert pouring in from every direction, a slow but gradual takeover of creamy coldness, having already won claim over the islets of Route 15 and the harbor of Malie City. Citizens moved inwards towards the ascents of Ula’ula, but it was obvious to all that if the massive scoops of ice cream were given the time to melt, not even the highest peak of their home would remain.

Poni Island’s havoc, however, had already begun from the moment they appeared on the cupcake. Earthquakes ravaged the stony environment, a result of the landmass being displaced onto a spread of whipped frosting. The ground fissured, splitting the preexisting canyons into wide-open cracks of earth; chunks of the island tilted according to the shape of the cupcake, causing avalanches to spill from the steppes and crash into the landmarks below. The residents of the Seafolk Village saw their precious boats stranded in the frosting, stuck where they had once been afloat, the long docks themselves breaking apart when the seabed below had turned into the crumbly terrain of a pastry. The people risked taking shelter on the mainland, where the wild pokemon rampaged amidst the ongoing disasters; very few could acknowledge the goddess-like image in the sky smiling down at them, having both a spoon and a fork at the ready.

But from Ula’ula Island, there was particular focus on those satellite utensils and the celestial stare between them. At the peak of Mount Hokulani, the signature telescope of the Hokulani Observatory turned and focused upwards, operated from the inside by the steel-type pokemon trainer, Molayne. Spared from the worst of the mayhem that was occurring at the base of the mountain, Molayne honed his attention onto what was very well the cause of all the catastrophes; as the facility shook and the rest of the observatory staff evacuated, he remained behind with the resolve of an Elite Four member – committed to understanding the dangerous phenomenon, even if he was also shiveringly afraid of Ula’ula’s fate against the titanic silverware.

As if noticed she was being watched, Courtney’s visage lunged closely over the island between three scoops of ice cream. Her cold eyes only blinked once while investigating the terrain and how the melted dessert was consuming its edges; her idle breathing swept those creamy mountains and hastened the melting process, her closeness causing a drip of chocolate fudge to slide down and barrel through the eastern border, into the dry cliffs of Blush Mountain. Taking note of the oozing elements, Courtney sat straight with her decision, electing her spoon for the next taste-test – before too much of her sundae melted.

From the Hokulani Observatory, Molayne saw how the divine figure approached, her monolithic spoon gliding effortlessly despite its relative immenseness. Helpless to make any difference, Molayne could only continue to watch as the utensil came closer, straining the telescope’s machinery to follow along as it dove down– ccrrrr-shhshhh! The round head made impact in the cape outside Malie City, piercing the land and burrowing under the neighborhoods nearby. The earth bulged and broke, including every road and house, until the spoon finally lifted up from the ground, erupting with acres of land taken into its shape. The ambushed population was stranded on a floating island of devastation – for only so long, as the spoon flew them away, towards one of the ice cream scoop mountains. The temperature turned bitterly cold the closer they were taken to it, until they were finally crashed into the creamy side, deposited over the dessert like sprinkles. Appropriately did the ruins and people get stuck to the ice cream wherever they fell upon it, trapped underneath Courtney’s curious gaze, her face resting in a palm while she conducted island-wide destruction.

Indeed, before she could begin eating, Courtney first wanted to decorate Ula’ula like a proper sundae, which meant spreading the civilization around into the various hills of vanilla. She made several more scoops into Ula’ula, each selection dully scattered over the dessert, the effects of their displacement recorded mentally. As amusing as it was to dust streets and suburbs around the ice cream, she also had her own toppings to add; without remorse, Courtney took a packet of actual multi-colored sprinkles and poured them over the island, amused to see how the little pellets of sugar would fall across the terrain. She was clueless to how powerful every impact of the sprinkles truly was, like a hail storm of freight trucks dropping out of the sky. It became a dangerous new obstacle for survivors to consider as they fled from the vanilla flood that had encroached upon the beaches, their paths to shelters blocked by random sprinkles and the mudslides they created down the signature slopes of the island. Yet Courtney applied more terror to be tasted when she returned with a spoonful of chocolate fudge syrup – perfectly warmed into a fluid viscosity, free to be drizzled as she desired. Strings of chocolate were next to plummet from the heavens, striking Ula’ula with splashes hard enough to bust open rooftops and make bridges collapse. The lowlands were particularly vulnerable to such an attack, where the syrup could pool into large lakes of sweetness; both Haina Desert and Po Town became submerged under the chocolate in little time, transformed into swamps of fudge with nearly no signs of what places they used to be before.

Molayne found himself in the eye of that surreal storm – spared of any direct involvement, yet positioned upon that peak to be able to perceive all accounts of catastrophes happening. The rise of Mount Hokulani suffered greatly from the food-based attacks, with its most notable winding road slathered in stripes of syrup, the rocky chasms and fields pounded upon by huge sprinkles. Anyone that expected to ascend the mountain to safety were terribly misguided, having put themselves in the midst of the unpredictable, every way forward denied by some giant-scale hazard. Molayne was never known for his initiative, but the situation was far out of hand – he had to admit that even all of Alola’s Elite Four together could not handle such a threat. His plan then was to bunker out the odd weather for as long as he could, but up in the sky, his telescope caught sight of the final toppings Courtney had prepared: two maraschino cherries, pinched by the stems and being lowered into Ula’ula, one for each of the island’s iconic mountain peaks.

The first cherry swung like a wrecking ball directly into Mount Lanakila – a proud monument of Alola’s history insultingly made into a part of the sundae. Molayne was stuttering speechless after seeing the devastation happen from across a gap of misty sky; the taller of the two mountain peaks was ruined in an instant, its icy head broken into a cascade of avalanches. As an Elite Four member, Molayne was particularly wounded to have witnessed the Pokemon League – still so new and recently established – heartlessly replaced with a ripe, red cherry. Even Courtney herself was unaware of Mount Lanakila’s significance, unable to even tell the two mountains apart, only interested in how the snowcap was similar to a scoop of ice cream. Molayne used the observatory telescope to survey the details, hoping he might be convinced that what he saw was just imagination, but the rubble running down the sides and crashing upon Tapu Village below was all too real to deny.

Terror swelled within him then when the titanic administrator looked to Mount Hokulani, her expectations set the same. As if their eyes had met, Molayne flinched from the telescope and stumbled backwards into the lab. His thumping heart drove his legs to sprint out the door and through the halls, which had since been evacuated – much like he himself was too late to do. He panicked through a number of sliding doors until he rushed out the front, almost tripping over himself as he made it to the road, only to discover a crowd waiting there. Staff and pokemon from the observatory had made it that far before giving up; most gawked skyward, suspended in awe as they saw a moon-like fruit growing outrageously close. They had been spared the monsoon of dessert toppings hammering and flooding the island, yet their fates were just as sealed beneath a single cherry.

“Complete ♪~” Courtney sang to herself, pleased with how both mountain peaks were able to support the weight of their own cherries. “Topping distribution finalized… Proceeding to taste analysis…”

Her spoon careened across Ula’ula’s atmosphere, as if its silvery reflection was surveying for survivors lost in the dessert landscape. With no other fanfare, Courtney dug into a corner of the island, beginning with a border that was slathered well in the melted ice cream. Its roads and buildings were abducted with only as much effort as it took to wedge a spoon from under its earth; citizens and their pokemon spilled over the edge in attempts to escape, but most were lifted along with their chocolate-drizzled suburbs, flown high towards lips that then enclosed quietly around them. Courtney smiled with a chill of satisfaction, her mouth shivering as the ice cream was tossed from cheek to cheek – an isolated hurricane conducted by her tongue, an assortment of speck-sized people swirled alongside more-significant sprinkles. Crunching teeth made quick work of even the strongest structures, processing the mouthful of flavor down to a smooth fluid, all contents subsequently swallowed in a single gulp.

Bite by bite, Ula’ula gradually disappeared, as did the ice cream surrounding it. After depleting the beaches and islets, Courtney’s spoon dove into the mountain ranges, crushing the jagged earth into dust-like crumbs of texture. Spans of land were shoveled messily together amidst melted ice cream, made into suitable spoonfuls that were then enjoyed – Courtney had a habit of humming aloud whenever a bite was especially delicious, taking extra time to lick the spoon clean of any minuscule details before reaching in for more.

It was very well her tastiest experiment yet, surely having earned the most lively reactions, yet when Courtney was finished annihilating the island, she released a sigh of regret. While looking over what was left of the dessert – a shallow pool of melted vanilla, speckled with ruins, debris, and maybe even survivors – Courtney began to realize that the taste of Ula’ula was unnoticeable, not when compared to the sugary flavors of the sundae. She pouted, wondering if she had gone overboard with her taste-testing and diluted the results; it was a mistake she would be conscious of as she turned in her chair and redirected her appetite to the final sample.

In the time it took Courtney to eat her sundae and devour Ula’ula, the life on Poni Island was adapting still to their own sugary environment. The initial magnitudes of displacement had largely settled over top of the cupcake and its frosting; people and pokemon alike cautiously appeared from their makeshift shelters to assess the situation and see how the landscape had changed. They traversed carefully around where fissures had sprouted and caused the land to be staggered, searching for fellow survivors and trying to make sense of what had occurred. Of course, the most spectacular of all changes was that the sea was no more – seemingly replaced with a pink-colored frosting that surrounded the island, which had snared the boats of Seafolk Village into immovable conditions. Some dared to venture out onto the frosting itself, the topping just firm enough to be walked upon like snow, including tracks of footprints left behind as people and pokemon trekked outward in a fleeting sense of wonder.

Mina was among those that had become captivated by the grand transformation, though her attitude was far less reactive than anyone else’s on the island. Her absentminded nature persisted even in the face of such amazing events, wandering alone above Poni Canyon with her daydreamy thoughts. She had been camping near the Altar of the Moone and Sunne when the island was suddenly warped – a phenomenon she totally slept through. She awoke to a saccharine dreamscape not unlike her very own imaginations; while others were frantic and disheveled across the island, Mina was inspired by the vast horizon and its pink sea. Rather than look for help or safety, she instead packed her painting supplies and hiked up the hills, eccentrically calm as she picked out a place to unleash her creativity.

It was from that point of view that Mina had a clear sightline of the massive threat lurking above. Maintaining her plain expression, she stared upwards at the titanic person that wore only a red bra – not intimidated, only more inspired – while she continued setting up her easel and canvas. Mina’s process only paused when the world rumbled, the result of Courtney’s hand rising and reaching towards Poni Island; she held both herself and her equipment steady as the ground shook, a second sequence of tremors triggered when the cupcake’s base was grabbed, then lifted. Gravity went foul for everyone and everything as their dessert-world was launched into incredible altitudes, brought in front of Courtney’s gaze so it could be turned and tilted according to her intrigue. In a scramble for balance, Mina yet made the effort to begin painting with no complaints; perhaps the most resolved of any victim, she remained dedicated to her art and what could very well be her final piece.

After enough observations, Courtney took a tall posture in her seat, looming high over the cupcake with a hungry grin. Poni Island was held level with her undressed chest, her body appearing like a distant world to those trapped upon the cupcake. She had one last test, a curiosity to confirm before she outright ate the last of the Alola region; with one fingertip, she poked into the peaks of the island, pressing down on the flat heights and into the steppes of Poni Canyon. Just as she desired, Poni Island sank into the pink frosting with little force required. The lowest levels were submerged under frozen-still waves of frosting, while the chasms elsewhere on the mainland were gushing with the pink color as it erupted upward through the ground. Those that had explored the field of frosting were suddenly ambushed, the pressure of Courtney’s touch causing the sea-like topping to shift and reshape, entrapping people into its sugary stickiness.

Mina had a wide-spanning perspective of such events, beginning with her proximity to the pillar-like finger that dropped out of the sky. She was within its shadow as it descended, yet she did not budge from where she was painting, sure of the fingertip’s trajectory; she watched dully as Courtney’s titanic touch brought ruin to a circle of Poni Canyon, crushing down on the peak that was the Altar’s kept-away location, flattening the historic landmark into a grove of destruction. As the island was pushed deeper into the frosting, Mina was shaken off-balance, yet she strived to keep her supplies in order – for there was a majestic landscape ahead of her afterwards, tidal waves of frosting jetting into the air, yet too firm to fall and wipeout the beaches they overlooked. The entire island had been elevated downwards, and so appropriately did Courtney’s image grow that much taller, a view that Mina hoped to capture in painting – emphasizing her cold visage, her calculative eyes, and of course, her celestial scale.

Those very details were maximized when the cupcake rose even higher, up to the lips of their great captor, close enough that her breaths of anticipation were whirlwinds that washed over Poni Island. Lilac irises peered closely from just above the horizon, appreciating some final few glances of the landscape; Courtney’s eyes narrowed with devilish intent, a foreboding sign to all of Poni Island’s denizens. Roaring into view then was a tremendous mouth, too huge for its depth to be comprehended, opening wider than would be necessary to consume the island – not to take a bite, but to lick a lop of frosting from one side. Her tongue pounded into the cupcake’s base and dragged over its rounded edge, tearing a pathway of taste through the frosting as if she were splitting the sea in half. That monstrous muscle continued through the topping and into Poni Island’s west bank, where the tip lashed upwards from the ground, shoveling a long stretch of luscious land onto itself. Whipped frosting was splattered by the lick, and a distinguishable curve-shaped crater was left in its wake – only a fraction of the mouth’s capabilities, a tease that was emphasized by Courtney’s hum of delight and the heavy swallow that she enunciated.

Just after that one lick had rattled Poni Island, Courtney’s mouth opened again, hungrier than before. All life retreated away from the onset of lips and the windy breath that chased after them, but like an eclipse, there was no escape from the mouth’s reach. No longer was she taking licks or tastes – the reveal of her teeth made it quite clear that she would be chomping the entire island in one wide bite. Gravity universally shifted towards her, causing all the loosened and broken earth to cascade in an avalanche, all civilization old and new swept off and onto her tongue, which awoke like a serpent to twist around the pastry and carry it onward. Any lasting foundations of the island by then were left to be a texture for Courtney to enjoy, the last features of Poni Island bound to be cobbled by a mountain range of teeth and a sea of saliva.

Within that mouthful of mayhem, as Courtney closed her lips and threw the food from one cheek to the other, Mina and her creativity were just one additional speck too small to be recognized. The fairy-type trainer had been mentally prepared for that inevitable, living free and fluidly even in her final moments; she painted on her canvas until the tremors and avalanches took that away, when the hill she stood on became just another patch of flavor to be poured into that gigantic mouth. The world was literally slipping away from underneath Mina, who closed her eyes and braced for fate, her head tucked into her arms as she was tumbled, rolled, and violently thrown in a typhoon of chewing, licking, and swallowing.

Conscious faded in and out for Mina. Visions of what she saw in glimpses of light haunted her; she had to gather both courage and stamina to open her eyes, to realize that it was over. Poni Island was gone – all of Alola was gone, leaving Mina to wonder where she had been left, as if deserted on some remote island. She wanted to move, if only just to roll over and see where she had landed, but a stickiness clung to her from all sides, keeping her plastered to the surface she was against. Mina winced in an attempt to pull an arm free, feeling a sugary cling on her skin and hair – remnants of pink frosting, glossed over Courtney’s bottom lip. The Elite Four member had not been eaten, but was stuck, a crumb that was gracelessly glued by saliva and sweetness. Mina gasped for help, but she was alone – alone with Courtney’s post-analysis thoughts, an unnoticed captive that was bounced by every mutter and murmur from the administrator.

“Ah~ The island feels so crisp and flaky~ and it melts on my tongue…!” Courtney spoke to herself more cheerily than usual, uplifted by the flavor of her last experiment. She savored what remained in her mouth, keenly aware that it was all that was left of Alola – remnants of a fruitful and distinguished region, made into a chocolatey mush of dough that existed between her teeth. With the tip of tongue, she hunted out plains and hills, none of which could withstand its touch; “The dry canyon compliments the sweetness…~ That earthier flavor must be the Battle Tree…! Mmm, the frosting keeps so much of it together… A highly productive experiment!”

Completed with tests, Courtney sighed contentedly and scanned the various dishes in front of her. It was the usual messiness of a meal having been finished, yet she alone understood what each plate and cup represented, smiling at each memory and the taste of its termination. She was pleased to ponder how the Alola region looked inside her stomach, as satisfied with that curiosity as her appetite was with the food. A giggle escaped from her and rang in the loneliness of her room; with one final “Slurp~ ♪,” Courtney cleaned her lip of some frosting flavor, and rose out of her chair so she could return to work on regular Team Magma affairs.