Swallowed Pride: The Pig Feast of Angel Grove!

Chaos erupts at the Angel Grove food fair as Pudgy Pig ambushes the Rangers, tearing through their defenses with monstrous speed. Weapons are lost—knocked away, stolen, devoured—as the team struggles to hold their ground. A brutal strike leaves one of them wounded, another dazed, but the true damage is unseen. Something spreads, creeping into their minds, gnawing at their will. As the monster’s appetite grows, the Rangers, shaken and disoriented, are left with no choice but to retreat.

But how long before the hunger catches up to them?

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The Angel Grove High food fair was in full swing, bustling with energy. Families wandered between colorful booths, sampling everything from chili dogs to cotton candy. Laughter mixed with the sizzling sounds of grills and the rhythmic beats from the stage’s live performance. Kimberly Hart stood near the pie-eating contest table, shaking her head in amusement as a group of students dared each other to enter. Billy Cranston, ever analytical, eyed the mechanics of a popcorn machine.

“Now that’s an efficient kernel pop ratio,” Billy observed, adjusting his glasses.

“Billy, it’s popcorn, not rocket science,” Kimberly chuckled, taking a sip of lemonade.

“Every science has its place,” Billy replied with a shrug, though he smiled at her teasing.

Nearby, Zack Taylor was in his element, hyping up the crowd around a dance-off happening near the smoothie stand. Jason Lee Scott and Trini Kwan watched from a distance, sharing a relaxed moment.

“This is the most peace we’ve had all week,” Jason said.

“Don’t jinx it,” Trini warned with a smirk. “Knowing our luck—”

A loud crash cut her off. The stage collapsed in a spray of wood and metal. People screamed as a monstrous figure emerged from the wreckage. Standing nearly eight feet tall, it was unmistakably diabolical: a pig with a massive, gaping mouth, tusks curving upward under a warped Roman-style helmet. His beady eyes gleamed with sadistic hunger as he stomped forward, crushing a funnel cake cart beneath his hooves.

"Is this some kind of bad joke?" Zack muttered as he jogged toward Jason and Trini.

The monster let out a deep snort and roared, "FOOD! ALL THE FOOD!"

The crowd panicked, pushing and shoving to get away as the monster plowed through food stands, scooping up entire tables and swallowing their contents. Cotton candy, corn dogs, and nachos disappeared into his endless maw. A nacho cheese fountain exploded in a spray of yellow as the creature crushed it beneath his foot.

The Red Ranger’s face hardened. “We’ve got a situation. We need to move these people out—now.”

“Agreed,” Trini said, already helping a young boy who had tripped in the rush. "Zack, head toward the parking lot exit. Start a path out."

Kimberly and Billy ran over, both wide-eyed. “Is that thing what I think it is?” Kimberly asked.

“It looks like something Rita would send,” Billy replied grimly. "And it's heading straight for the pie-eating contest tent."

Jason took charge. “Kimberly, Billy, help with evac. Get everyone clear. We’ll regroup once the area’s secure.”

“Got it!” Kimberly said, grabbing Billy’s arm as they sprinted toward the trapped civilians. Zack darted through the crowd, waving people toward the nearest exit. Jason and Trini stood their ground as the monster locked eyes on them.

“You think you can stop me from feasting?” the pig monster bellowed, slamming a wrecked stall aside. “You’ll be next on my menu!”

Jason clenched his jaw. “Trini, you ready?”

“Always,” she replied, cracking her knuckles.

The monster charged, knocking tables and chairs into the air as he barreled toward them. The Red Ranger dove to the side at the last second, rolling to his feet in one fluid motion. The Yellow Ranger ducked under a swinging tusk and delivered a swift kick to the creature’s side, but it was like kicking a brick wall.

“Okay, that didn’t work,” she muttered, backing up as the monster roared in fury.

“Over here, bacon-breath!” Zack called from a nearby hot dog stand. He hurled a metal serving tray like a frisbee, striking the creature’s helmet with a loud clang.

The pig monster shook his head and snorted. “You’re going to regret that, little man!”

He lunged toward Zack, but Jason intercepted him with a flying tackle, temporarily knocking him off balance. “Keep him off the civilians!” The Red Ranger shouted.

Billy and Kimberly worked frantically to guide people away from the danger zone. The Pink Ranger spotted a mother and her two kids trapped under an overturned popcorn cart. “Hang on!” she called out, lifting the cart enough for them to crawl free. "Go, now!"

“Thank you!” the mother cried as she hurried off with her children.

Billy’s eyes widened. “Kim, behind you!”

She spun around just in time to see the monster storming toward her. Jason and Zack sprinted to intercept, but the pig monster moved faster than expected. With a roar, he smashed a nearby table into splinters, sending a shockwave through the ground. Kimberly was thrown off her feet, landing hard on her side. Her lemonade cup rolled away, crushed under the monster’s hoof.

“Kimberly!” Jason shouted, rushing to help her.

“Keep back!” she yelled, waving him off as she got to her feet, clutching her ribs. “I’m okay, just—ugh—bruised.”

The monster laughed, a low, guttural sound. “Run all you want! Your food fair is MINE!”

Jason, Zack, and Trini regrouped around Kimberly. “We can’t take this thing in civilian form,” Jason said under his breath. “Time to call in the cavalry.”

The Pink Ranger nodded. “Agreed. Let’s do this.”

“Billy, get ready!” Jason called out. Billy ran over, glancing at the monster’s rampage one last time.

“Everyone clear?” Trini asked.

“Mostly,” Billy replied. “We’ve done all we can for now.”

The Red Ranger raised his wrist and spoke with calm authority. “It’s morphin’ time.”

In a flash of red, yellow, black, blue, and pink light, the Power Rangers appeared, fully suited and ready for battle. The civilians who had managed to escape looked back in awe as the Rangers charged forward, their weapons drawn.

Pudgy Pig snarled, saliva dripping from his jaws. “You think that fancy armor will save you? You’re just another course to me!”

“Let’s test that theory,” Jason said, raising his Power Sword.

The air was filled with screams as frightened fairgoers fled in every direction. The once vibrant Angel Grove High food fair was now chaotic and destroyed. Stalls and tents lay overturned, their colorful decorations shredded and smoldering in the wake of Pudgy Pig’s rampage. Scattered food littered the ground, mixing with crushed debris and the trampling feet of panicked civilians. The Rangers, still morphed, scrambled to restore some order.

Billy, the Blue Ranger, sprinted to the center of the fair, dodging a falling food cart. His mind raced as he calculated the best way to direct the crowd out of danger. His words boomed through the commotion. "Everyone! Head towards the west gate! Stay together! Don’t push each other!"

A man stumbled in front of him, panicking. "I—I can’t find my daughter! She’s still inside!"

Billy grabbed him by the shoulder and shook him. "We’ll get her out! Just go! Keep moving!"

Trini’s voice crackled over the communicator. "Billy! You need to pull back! The Pig’s circling the area—you’re wide open!"

“I got this! I’m clearing people out—”

"You're gonna get trampled if you don't watch it!" Kimberly’s warning was sharp with a tone distorted by the crackling static of the communicator. Billy heard a crash somewhere nearby—Kimberly must’ve been tangling with one of Pudgy Pig’s hellish food-minion constructs.

Billy turned, trying to get a clear view of where the civilians were thinning out. The west gate was clogged with frightened fairgoers jostling to escape. He felt the vibrations of each footfall like distant earthquakes beneath his boots. He had to keep his head clear—one wrong move, and this would turn into a stampede.

But in his focus on the crowd, he didn’t notice the massive shadow looming behind him.

A deep, rumbling snort cut through the noise like a death signal.

Billy’s instincts kicked in a second too late. He whirled around just as Pudgy Pig charged at full speed, his enormous bulk crashing through overturned tables and wreckage like a living battering ram. The monster’s speed was impossible. One moment, he was hidden behind the ruins of a taco stand—the next, he was upon him.

“Billy! MOVE!” Jason’s voice screamed from the communicator, but it was too late.

With a bone-jarring impact, Pudgy Pig rammed his massive head into Billy’s torso, sending him flying like a ragdoll through several stalls. Wood splinters and shards of glass exploded into the air as Billy’s body smashed through stall after stall, finally crashing to the ground in a heap. The ground splintered beneath him, dust and debris settling slowly around his crumpled form.

Billy gasped, his vision swimming. His ears rang like a broken alarm bell, drowning out the chaos. His mind was a haze of disorientation and pain. He groaned, trying to push himself up, but every nerve in his body screamed in protest. His hand reached instinctively for his weapon—the Tricera Lance.

It wasn’t there.

"No... No! Where is it?" he mumbled, still dazed. His mind struggled to focus as he scanned the area.

A misshapen snuffling sound made him freeze. Slowly, Billy turned his head just in time to see Pudgy Pig looming nearby, his huge snout hovering over the ground as if savoring the moment. The monster’s beady eyes gleamed with malice as he stalked closer, his heavy footfalls causing the earth to tremble beneath him.

“Lose something?” Pudgy Pig snorted with a chuckle, the gurgles wet and disgusting. His jaw opened wide, revealing rows of jagged, mismatched teeth caked with blood and scraps of food.

Billy’s eyes widened in horror as he saw his Tricera Lance lying just feet away from the monster, partially buried in the wreckage of a food stall. He scrambled to his feet, ignoring the stabbing pain in his ribs. He lunged toward the weapon, but Pudgy Pig was faster.

The monster’s gargantuan jaws snapped shut, devouring the weapon in one horrifying bite.

The sound was visceral—a crunch like breaking bone and shattering glass. Pudgy Pig’s throat convulsed as he swallowed it whole, his laughter rising to a deformed, echoing roar.

“NO!” Billy staggered forward, too late. He could only watch as the weapon vanished into the monster’s gullet. He clenched his fists, fury and desperation surging through him. “You—YOU FUCKING THIEF! I’LL—!”

“Oops. My bad,” Pudgy Pig sneered mockingly, wiping his massive snout with a bloodied hoof. "You looked like you weren’t using it. Besides... tasted pretty good!"

Billy froze, something deep and wrong tugging at the edges of his senses. His vision blurred again, but this time it wasn’t just from pain. An overwhelming sense of dizziness and nausea hit him like a freight train. He stumbled, gripping his helmet. Something inside him twisted, like an invisible claw digging into his chest.

"What... what the hell—" His talk faltered. The world around him tilted dangerously, as though gravity itself had shifted.

“Billy, report! Are you okay?” Jason’s voice came through the communicator, sharp with urgency.

“I—I don’t know,” Billy stammered, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps. He tried to steady himself but felt a wave of hunger gnawing at his insides. It wasn’t natural—it was primal, overwhelming. His stomach churned violently, as though it were trying to devour itself. "Something’s—something’s wrong with me!"

Pudgy Pig tilted his head, his grin widening as if he could sense the change. “Ohhh, I get it. Feeling a little... empty inside? Don’t worry. It’ll get worse.”

Billy staggered back, his legs buckling under the weight of his own body. The crushing hunger clawed deeper, making him lightheaded. He tore off his helmet, gasping for air, but it didn’t help. The world around him blurred, distorted shapes and shadows looming like malformed specters. He could hear the wet, squelching sound of Pudgy Pig’s laughter everywhere.

"Shut up... SHUT UP!" Billy growled, trying to stay upright. His voice splintered, his usual composure shattered by the overwhelming pressure in his mind.

Trini’s voice blared through the communicator, frantic. “Billy! You need to retreat! You’re hurt—just pull back!”

“I... I can’t...” His words slurred, and he fell to his knees, choking back a scream. His teeth ground together as his body convulsed.

Pudgy Pig snorted again, advancing slowly. "See? You Rangers think you’re so tough. But you’ll learn—hunger wins every time."

Billy’s eyes widened in panic as he felt something foreign inside him, spreading like wildfire. The corruption had begun. His mind was slipping, hunger and disorientation merging into one twisted, all-consuming force. 

***

The fairgrounds shook as Pudgy Pig’s fork came crashing down, splintering the earth where Trini had just been. She rolled to the side, trying to steel herself as chunks of dirt and debris flew past her. She scrambled to her feet, Twin Tiger Daggers held firmly in her grasp. Trini’s eyes darted around the battlefield, quickly assessing the chaotic scene. The others were still trying to recover after Billy’s brutal impact and loss of his weapon. She had to buy them time.

“Alright, pork face,” The Yellow Ranger muttered, stepping forward. Her tone was cold, focused. “You like swinging that giant fork around? Let’s see if you can keep up.”

Pudgy Pig snorted, his bulbous face twisting into a hellish grin. His hooves pounded the ground as he approached, each step sending vibrations through the shattered remains of food stalls and overturned carts. “Oh, so now the little yellow one wants to play? Brave... but stupid.”

Trini charged forward without hesitation, closing the distance in an instant. Her daggers flashed as she launched a flurry of quick strikes, aiming for his legs and midsection. The Twin Tiger Daggers sliced through the air, creating sparks as they collided with Pudgy Pig’s tough armor. He grunted in irritation but remained unfazed.

“Fast,” Trini quipped, ducking under a wide swing from his fork. “But not fast enough.” She slashed at his arm, landing a shallow hit. Pudgy snorted angrily, swinging his fork in retaliation.

The clash intensified. Trini moved with agility, her body weaving through each of his attacks like a dancer. Sparks erupted as their weapons collided—fork prongs against daggers. She pressed on, determined to keep him off balance.

“Aw, did I hurt your pride?” she taunted sarcastically.

Pudgy Pig chuckled darkly. “Not even close. Let’s see how tough you are when you’re disarmed.”

He twisted his fork with terrifying speed, catching Trini’s right dagger between the prongs. Before she could react, he yanked the weapon away, sending it flying across the battlefield. The Yellow Ranger gasped, stumbling backward as her weapon clattered to the ground, far beyond her reach.

“Shit!” she hissed, gripping her remaining dagger tighter.

“Oops! Looks like you lost something,” Pudgy sneered. His fork twirled in his massive hands, surprisingly agile for his size. “Don’t worry—I’ll take the other one soon enough.”

Trini steadied herself, refusing to show fear. She lunged forward again, aiming low to slash at his legs. Pudgy Pig was ready this time. He sidestepped with a speed that defied his bulk, his fork coming down hard in a diagonal arc. Trini barely managed to block with her remaining dagger, sparks flying as the impact nearly knocked her off balance.

“You’re quick,” he snorted, eyes gleaming with malice. “But not quick enough.”

He smashed his fork into Trini’s dagger with another brutal swing, catching it in a powerful grip. Trini’s eyes widened as he wrenched the weapon out of her hand, sending it flying across the battlefield alongside the first dagger. She stumbled, unarmed and exposed.

“Gotcha,” Pudgy Pig growled.

Before she could dodge, he drove the sharp end of the fork into her stomach, not deep enough to impale but enough to send blinding pain radiating through her body. Trini’s breath hitched, a strangled gasp escaping her lips as she doubled over. The impact sent her crashing to the ground.

“TRINI!” Jason’s voice echoed in her communicator, distant and filled with panic.

The Yellow Ranger clutched her abdomen, her entire body trembling as waves of nausea and disorientation overtook her. The pain was searing, but something worse began to crawl through her veins—a deep, consuming hunger. It gnawed at her from within, primal and unrelenting.

"What... what is this?" she whispered hoarsely, struggling to push herself up. Her hands shook violently as the hunger intensified, making her feel weak and lightheaded. It was as if her body was turning on itself, starving for something she couldn’t comprehend.

Pudgy Pig loomed over her, his deformed face twisted into a cruel grin. "Oh yeah... it’s starting. You feel it now, don’t you? That’s my little gift to you. You’ll be starving soon. Hungry for everything... but never full."

Trini’s vision blurred. The hunger clawed at her insides like a wild animal, leaving her gasping for air. She tried to rise, but her legs gave out beneath her. Every part of her body screamed for sustenance, but there was nothing she could do to stop the sensation.

Jason’s voice blared through the communicator again. “Hang on! We’re coming! Just hold on!”

“I... I can’t...” Trini muttered, her words breaking. Her mind fractured as the overwhelming hunger consumed her thoughts. She stumbled to her knees, choking back a scream as another wave of nausea hit her.

“Trini, report!” Zack’s voice crackled with static, desperate and strained. "Talk to us! What’s going on?"

"Fucking... can’t... something’s wrong—so wrong," she stammered. The communicator blurred in and out of focus as her senses continued deteriorating.

Pudgy Pig took another slow step forward, savoring her struggle. "What’s the matter, Yellow Ranger? Not feeling so hot? Come on... fight me. Or are you ready to give up and be my next meal?"

Trini shook her head violently, trying to push through the disorientation. "No... no, I’m not... I’m not done yet..."

“Get the hell away from her!” Jason’s shout boomed across the battlefield. The Yellow Ranger blinked, barely registering the sight of Jason, Zack, and Kimberly charging toward her, weapons raised.

But Pudgy Pig didn’t flinch. He planted his hooves firmly on the ground, turning his massive bulk to face the approaching Rangers. His fork gleamed ominously in the fractured light of the wreckage. “Oh, look. The cavalry’s finally here. Too bad they’re too late.”

Trini struggled to stay conscious as the hunger tore at her mind, drowning out the voices of her friends. All she could feel was the insatiable emptiness inside her—a gnawing void that threatened to consume her completely.

She wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold on.

Trini darted and weaved across the battlefield, her Twin Tiger Daggers glinting in the fading afternoon light. Her heart pounded as she circled Pudgy Pig, each breath ragged but controlled. The fairgrounds lay in ruins around her—overturned carts, shattered stalls, and scattered debris covered every inch of the ground. She could hear the Red Ranger’s voice, sharp and urgent in her communicator.

“Trini! We’re almost regrouped—just buy us a few more minutes!”

“Minutes? Oh sure, take your time!” The Yellow Ranger snapped breathlessly, narrowly dodging a swing from Pudgy Pig’s massive fork. The prongs smashed into the ground beside her, sending a shockwave of dirt and debris exploding outward. She threw herself to the side, hitting the ground hard but rolling back onto her feet.

“You think you’re clever, don’t you?” Pudgy Pig sneered, snorting with amusement. He yanked the fork out of the ground, effortlessly twirling it like a unsightly baton. His massive frame lumbered toward her, but his movements were disturbingly fast for his size. “Let’s see how clever you are when you’re crushed under my fork!”

The Yellow Ranger held on barely, darting forward in a blur of yellow. “Fast talk won’t save you, pork belly!” She closed the distance in an instant, slashing at his exposed leg. Sparks flew as her dagger glanced off his armor, leaving a shallow gash. Pudgy snorted in irritation, swiping at her with his free hand. She ducked just in time, the wind from his swing blasting past her like a gale.

“You’re fast,” Pudgy growled, stepping back and eyeing her warily. “But you’re not faster than me.”

“Yeah?” Trini smirked, feinting left before slicing upward with both daggers. She aimed for his face, hoping to blind him. Pudgy raised his fork just in time, blocking her strike with a loud clang. Sparks showered them as their weapons clashed, illuminating the dust-filled air. Trini pressed forward, grunting as she struggled to push against his strength.

“Come on... what’s the matter? Fork too heavy for you?” she taunted, sweat trickling down her neck inside her helmet.

Pudgy Pig’s grin widened. “Not at all. Let me show you!” With a sudden surge of power, he twisted the fork, catching one of her daggers between the prongs. Trini’s eyes widened as he yanked the weapon out of her grip, sending it hurtling across the battlefield. It clattered to the ground far behind her.

“Shit!” The Yellow Ranger hissed, retreating a few steps as she tightened her grip on her remaining dagger.

“Oops! Looks like you dropped something,” Pudgy Pig mocked, twirling his fork with sickening ease. His eyes glinted with sadistic glee as he slowly advanced. “Want me to help you lose the other one too?”

“Not a chance,” Trini growled, charging again. She slashed at his arm, her movements quick and precise. The blade struck true, leaving a jagged line across his armor. Pudgy Pig roared in frustration, but the Yellow Ranger didn’t stop. She danced around him, landing rapid strikes at his sides and legs.

“Not bad, little Ranger,” Pudgy snarled, swiping wildly with his fork. “But you’ll slip up soon enough!”

“You talk too much!” Trini snapped, ducking under another swing. She drove her dagger into his thigh, causing him to stumble. For a moment, she thought she had the upper hand.

But Pudgy Pig was done playing. With a feral snarl, he lunged forward, catching her off guard. His massive hand shot out, grabbing her arm and pinning it in place. Trini gasped, her dagger dropping from her hand as his grip tightened like a vice.

“Gotcha!” Pudgy Pig growled brutishly. He twisted her arm, forcing her to her knees. The Yellow Ranger struggled violently, her body twisting and writhing as she fought to break free.

“LET GO OF ME!” she shouted, raw with desperation. She kicked out, landing a hit on his shin, but it barely fazed him. Pudgy Pig snorted in amusement, raising his fork high above his head.

“Time to finish this!” he roared, bringing the fork down in a brutal arc.

Trini twisted at the last second, narrowly avoiding a direct hit. The fork’s prongs slammed into the ground beside her, the impact shaking the earth. Trini yanked herself free from his grip and rolled to the side, gasping for breath. Pain shot through her shoulder, but she pushed it aside. She couldn’t stop now.

“Trini, pull back!” Jason’s voice blared through her communicator. “You’re unarmed—get out of there!”

“I—just need a... second,” The Yellow Ranger panted, her vision blurring for a moment. Her body ached, and the adrenaline coursing through her veins was beginning to wear thin. She staggered to her feet, only to find Pudgy Pig already closing the distance again.

“You’re done,” he hissed, raising the fork again. Trini barely managed to dodge as he swung with terrifying speed, the prongs grazing her side. She stumbled, clutching her ribs as she tried to regain her footing.

“You’re running out of moves,” Pudgy taunted, circling her like a predator. “I can smell it... you’re slowing down.”

“Shut up...” The Yellow Ranger growled through clenched teeth, forcing herself to stand upright. “I’m not... done yet.”

“Oh, but you are,” Pudgy Pig sneered. With a sudden burst of speed, he lunged forward, twisting the fork around so that the prongs were aimed like a deadly spear.

Before the Yellow Ranger could react, he drove the fork forward, stabbing her directly in the abdomen.

The prongs tore through her skintight suit, piercing deep into her flesh. Trini’s eyes widened in shock as a searing, burning pain exploded through her body. A strangled scream tore from her throat as she doubled over, the fork pinning her in place. The pain was unbearable, radiating outward like molten fire spreading through her veins.

“TRINI!” Jason’s voice was deafening, filled with panic and fury.

The pain intensified, twisting deeper inside her. Trini gasped for air, clutching the fork with shaking hands. But the pain wasn’t just physical—something else was happening. An unnatural burning sensation spread from the wound, crawling through her body like a living parasite. It was overwhelming, invasive, and... wrong.

She felt it then: the hunger. It surged through her like a beast awakening from hibernation, gnawing at her mind relentlessly. Her stomach twisted violently, and for a moment, her vision blurred. The battlefield around her warped, the world tilting dangerously as the hunger consumed her thoughts.

"No... no, this is not a hero’s fate…," she whispered weakly. She collapsed to her knees, clutching her abdomen as waves of nausea and starvation tore through her. Her body trembled uncontrollably. She felt like she hadn’t eaten in weeks—her stomach was an empty, agonizing void.

Pudgy Pig chuckled darkly, savoring her torment. “Feel that? That’s the second seed taking root. You’ll crave everything soon... but you’ll never be satisfied. Ever.”

Trini shook her head violently, tears welling in her eyes as she fought to maintain control. “No... no, get out of me... GET OUT!” she screamed, arching backward as the hunger tore through her senses.

Jason’s voice roared through the communicator. "Trini! Hold on—we’re coming! Don’t you give up!"

But she couldn’t hear him anymore. All she could hear was the hunger.