The small, brown-furred Pokémon gave a content sigh, licking over her overstuffed belly as it began working on the meal she'd pilfered from a wandering trainer. She could tell that her little feast was already putting considerable strain on her gut, stirring up quite a few none-too-happy grumbles and groans... not that she minded. The others were used to this from her by now. Speaking of which, now that she was all full-up, Eevee felt like going home and meeting up with her siblings.
It was quite a distance to walk from where she'd stolen her latest meal to the cute little burrow that she and her siblings had dug out under a tree in the woods. Long enough, in fact, that her belly had already churned up some gas-- enough to the point where she was a bit too bloated to get through! Not that this has stopped the Normal-type in the past-- she simply pushed in, forcing a rather loud PFFFBBBRRRRT!~ from her backside. The gassy blast served as a kind of alarm, and a few of the Eeveelutions in the den (those who weren't soundly asleep, of course) gave a somewhat tired-sounding "Welcome back, Eevee..." It WAS still early in the day, after all.
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