This choice: Head towards the mountains • Go Back...Chapter #10Family Sized by: Unknown The Absol decides to head toward the mountains. No matter how comfy this region is, it will never match the ruggedness of those frozen hills he so loved. West lies them, thankfully they don't come across as being terribly far. A few days trek, nothing awful. He begins packing up his trainer's belongings, particularly the Pokeballs and snacks, guiding it all into an easy to carry backpack. He can't wear it but he can hold it in his mouth. His reasoning for taking it is simple: Carrying trainer-related items makes wild Pokemon less inclined to attack as they don't want to be captured and hopefully humans are less likely to try and capture him. The less fighting, the better. In an attempt to keep the bag light he leaves the useless items: A box full of shiny rocks that his trainer prized and a red, mechanical device that says "Absol" among seeming gibberish when pointed at him. He keeps the Pokeballs, however. Never know when he needs a nice snack.
On that note, he leaves, bag in mouth. The sun is still low, giving him plenty of day light to make headway. The Skitty inside him begins to perk up with his movement, occasionally pushing its face into his thin white walls, playfully tossing around in his loins. He still hasn't concluded if the tiny feline enjoys the endeavor or not. It will become Absol seed at some point... perhaps it's content with it? That aside, he enjoys the sensual kicking from within. He will at times stop and shake his rump to sway his sac around. It kept his rocket throbbing and lewd daydreams spurning out. Dreams like finding a Moon Stone to give to his occupant, the fun ones are more than enough to keep him entertained.
The Skitty, as much as it loves the tumbling, can only handle so much. The more aroused the Absol becomes, the higher the levels of cum around itself. That's what the Skitty assumes at least; it's difficult to make things out in these poorly-lighted, veiny confines. Every step the big panther takes shakes the sac, when he'd stop and wiggle his rear the Skitty tosses and flip-flops, drenching itself in the ever apparent cumpool. At first the Skitty could press against the leathery walls, which in turn was enough to please its predator. As time passes, however, when it presses into the walls they simply didn't budge. It was as if its own body is getting softer. The Skitty's mind went from chasing toys and tails to an unpronounced happiness. A blank, but euphoric mind. It was a subtle change, but enough to distract the little kitten from the fact its own form is sinking -- no, becoming one with the Absol's seed. Slowly melting inside the larger feline's balls into a viscous, sticky liquid. The Skitty didn't mind, it just relaxed, purring as the white product gently rose above its body and head.
By the time the Skitty is cumified, the Absol is long gone from camp. He knows the process is occurring -- his balls gradually become like a sloshy pendulum, swinging back and forth. He itches to release it, his body craves it, yet no lovely mate came to his need. He trudges on, grumbling even, and eventually comes across a river. The river seemingly flows into a lake or sea. It comes from the direction of the mountains -- melting icecaps, specifically. Good place to stop and drink, maybe catch a Magikarp or two... the Absol places his bag down by a few larger rocks and goes for a drink.
Below these rocks lies a nest for a Pokemon's family. An Azumarill, a Marill, and two little Azurills to boot. While the big white panther is trying to fish, the Azumarill watches him from underwater. This area is their home. Her family is nearby and it's her duty, paired with her mate, to defend it from intruders. She's waiting to catch the intruder off guard -- he goes for a fish -- she pops out of the water, spraying a vicious bubblebeam at the cat! The bubbles begin popping against his face and sides and... generally doing nothing but annoy him. He lost his catch because of her -- he's pissed. His red eyes pierce into the blue rabbit. She tries to keep her defiant look, but underneath, she's already regretting the decision.
The Absol, he didn't want to cause any harm, no, he just wants a little meal to keep him going. This idiot thinks he's trying to take her land. He wasn't, but now he's considering it. The Azumarill readies herself for another bubblebeam, but the Absol takes pursuit of her in the river first. By luck, he manages to get a hold of her long, floppy ears and pulls the critter on shore. Drenched and angry, he makes sure to elongate her inevitable predation. He's looking down at her, paw pushing on her chest. She's on her back, staring up to his scathing look. His maw came down, close to her face, and he made a point to take long, drawn out tastes of her flavor. Her fear immediately triggers and she begins crying out for her mate. From the rocks the stubby Marill comes; upon seeing the situation he readies himself a powerful bubble -- which, in turn, pops next to the Absol for a remarkable nothing. The cat continues his hard licking.
The Marill, realizing its ineffectiveness, runs forth to the rear of the Absol and throws its incredibly muscular arms out, pounding and bashing into the bigger creature's legs. They felt like little tickles to the Absol, especially with his particularly padded ass -- his patience already spent, he responds accordingly. Flompf! By sitting down on the Marill, of course! His ass engulfs the thing, his squishy white cheeks spread around it. With muffled cries it keeps up its fight, squirming the best it can under the oppressive weight of the Absol's butt. The little Marill's struggles, pushing and writhing against the fatty behind, working against it; to its distress the bigger beast's pucker stretches more and more to each movement. The Absol, blisstruck as he rides his second ass meal, wiggles his rear to help his ring put this nuisance in its proper place. The Marill could only cringe as the cat's anus swells across the its body. Once past halfway, it's easier for the ass to close around the Marill than let it back out. Its body is literally pushed inside by the closing ring. Shlurp! Soon, only the tail is left outside. The Absol doesn't even bother with it, he knows his intestines will gradually slide it in. His focus goes back to the Azumarill, visibly shuddering after looking to his crotch-region. He looks to it himself -- there resides the form of a Marill, quivering in his bowels to his enjoyment. Then, with a flinch, quickly followed by purrs as that little tail is pulled through his anus. He can feel the Marill beginning to travel deeper, his colon pulling its meal to his waiting tubes. The bulge visibly inches through his white body and, after prodding it with a paw, is still able to put up a fight. Those little arms kept on with their massaging, much to his delight. All in all, not a bad ass-snack. Not as filling as his previous one, but that's what this Azumarill is for.
Speaking of which, the Absol turns his gaze back to the salivated rabbit. She's still on her back, clearly in fright. Seeing her husband engulfed by his ass, then kicking in futile hopes of escape, fright doesn't surprise him in the slightest. Her brain is slowly accepting that she, too, will be a thrashing bump inside him. To that end, he doesn't want to keep her waiting. He stands up on all fours and lowers his face to her own. He breathes on her, meeting her terrified eyes with his own gaze. His mouth opens wide, saliva seeps down on top of her. His tongue rolls out, as if to lick her again, but to her distress his mouth pries wider and wider. She can stare down his slimy esophagus to a deep, wet dark -- and quickly met it. He lowers his maw down upon her head then lifts her up into the air. Her body limply hangs out of his muzzle as he begins to swallow her. Tossing her up some with each gulp, he mercilessly ingests the prey creature. The Azumarill squeezes down, the rapid pulsations shoving her closer and closer to the Absol's food pit. He kept flavoring the rabbit, rinsing his tongue across her body, lubricating her with spit and wetness. Later, he finds himself using his tongue to press the rear of the Azumarill down his gullet; then her tail is slurped and played with as she trickles down his esophagus. His swollen neck contains her, gravity slowly pulls her down, past his mane, disappearing in his chest, and finally splashing into his stomach.
Mnnpoh...
The Azumarill is shoved into the damp sack that is his gut. His stomach is dark with deep, wrinkly walls expanding to her body. The chamber is wet with a pool of tingly fluids resting at the bottom. His acids. She begins breathing deeply, focusing, digesting the situation before, well, she is. She can hear his heart still pounding from this cruel excitement as well as the rumbling echoes of his belly complaining about her. Her bunny ears pick up on what are seemingly Marill cries -- he hasn't given in yet. Her will to fight rises -- only to be torn right down. All it takes is him to rest his paw on his belly; him stroke and jostle the fleshy hammock. The reality of the situation hits her: Her husband is inside this beast's ass and she, she's inside a stomach! The digestion chamber, the place food goes! With this, all will to fight ceases. There's no getting out of these walls, no, not in the same form at least. She is food. It's best to relax, go out peacefully, simply awaiting for the asphyxiation. His stomach gleefully accommodated her wish. The stretching flesh eagerly began pushing and squeezing; it's working her body into a puree of chyme.
The sun is sliding into the horizon. The river is reflecting a lucid orange in the sky. His stomach is satisfied; he may as well sleep on a positive note. The rocks nearby overhang what looks to be a den. Must be the Azumarill's. He picks up his trainer's bag near the rocks and squeezes in. It's horribly tight for him, his underside barely fitting altogether. But for the Marills, it's practically a mansion. Perhaps another Pokemon dug it for them? He drifts off to sleep, head curled next to his belly, listening the sweet noises of digestion. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: - Comic Vore, GTS/GT, Shrinking, Unbirth
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