The New Pokemon

1 October 2017

08:52 < Lutro> Did the stars align this morning?

08:53 < Gyro Feather> I could probably turn you into pudge~

08:53 < Lutro> Well I'm available for RP if you like? Does Gyro want a buizel or a raichu meal?

08:54 < System> [user]Gyro Feather[/user] rolls 1d2: [b]1[/b]

08:54 < Gyro Feather> I think I'm having otter~

08:54 < Lutro> Okie dokie. Anything in particular you want in the scene? For me, as long as it ends in headfirst oral vore + digestpudge, sky's the limit on my side.

08:55 < Gyro Feather> I admit, I dont have anything in particular in mind xP

08:56 < Lutro> Me neither. We can just roll with it.~ You may start us off, or I can start. Whatever works

08:56 < Gyro Feather> I usually say prey should start, since pred closes. ^^

08:56 < Lutro> Works for me

08:57 Lutro would yawn and stretch. The plump, wobbling otter water type pokemon ambles lazily out of his den with the morning sun bearing down on him. A second yawn escapes, Lutro looking about blearily, and pondering breakfast. Should he go for berries, or try to snag a rattata? Such choices the fat pokemon has to make.

08:58 < Gyro Feather> ( * gives Lutro a /

08:58 < Lutro> ( Ooops )

08:58 Lutro would yawn and stretch. The plump, wobbling otter water type pokemon ambles lazily out of his den with the morning sun bearing down on him. A second yawn escapes, Lutro looking about blearily, and pondering breakfast. Should he go for berries, or try to snag a rattata? Such choices the fat pokemon has to make.

09:10 Gyro Feather yawns and streches himself out in his own nest, as his belly gives a soft grumbling. He casts his gaze out over the feild near the bond with interest, eyes seeking something that might ive him some relief from this urge. The gryphon pokemon's tail flits back and forth over the edge of his nest while he stretches his wings. He was a newer subspecies, who had yet to be given a name by the humans.

09:13 Lutro at this point was headed to his surest spot for food: Just by the water! The buizel often had luck snagging fish, but even if not, there was a bush housing a plentiful amount of berries that dangles just over the water's edge. It was close to his home, and most other pokemon never bothered with it. As such, the pokemon spies several little fishy pokemon flitting about nearby. With a lick of his lips, Lutroplunges his head and chest and forepaws into the water, trying to snag himself some breakfast! he was resting on his belly, hindlegs splayed and tails flitting about of their own accord as the water type attempts to catch a fishy breakfast.

09:18 Gyro Feather spots another creature, just around his own size by the water, and studdies the fat orange creature, trying to decide if he might be just the thing that he needs to fill up his belly. The creature seemed to be hard at work fishing, leaving that bird with a thought. He leaves his tree and flutters closer, landing in the one just above the edge of the pond where Lutro sought refuge. He tries to blend in amongst the leaves despite his bright vibrant colors, seeking to watch and let his possible meal fill his own belly first.

09:21 < Lutro> Gyro sees the back half of Lutro wriggling about, hindlegs idly paddling, tails flitting, rump jiggling, belly jostling. Then he goes still, and seems to sway his hips in a more pleasant fashion. Backing out of the water, Lutro lifts his head with a grin on his face and a fish tail writhing between his lips. He slurps the fish pokemon up and swallows it down with a thick [i]gulp[/i], the bulge disappearing into his doughy belly and leaving Lutro to utter a small belch. "Ahh, a perfect way to start a morning," the buizel comments to himself with a chuckle, turning and starting to head back to his den with a waddle. Gyro successfully maintains his camouflage... mostly because the buizel wasn't looking up!

09:28 Gyro Feather had seen this otter creature before, but this was the first time that he'd decided to study him close up. The way the creature's rump moved and wiggled was incredibly appetizing, showing off a thick fatty plumpness that surely would keep him going for several days at least. It takes a little while, but finally it seems that teh buizel has finished off his own catch. As Lutro walks underneath him, gyro falls out of the tree with his talons bared, landing right on the pokemon's back and knocking him to the ground beneath his feet. "And, I think you might be hte perfect way to start my morning~"

09:30 Lutro sees a shadow loom, blotting out the morning sun. He hears a rush of feathers and the rustle of leaves. Lutro turns his head to look up just as a set of talons bear down on him, his legs splaying in all directions as he's mashed to the ground on his belly. It gives a gurgle around his breakfast as Lutro takes a second to catch the breath that woof'd out of him when he was pounced. The water type heard those words loud and clear, making him squeal when his breath returns. "H-hey! L-lemme go you big bully!" The buizel complains. Gyro feels the pudgy pokemon squirming under his talons, them working into his plump fur and feeling just how plump this catch was! Lutro wasn't all that able to break free though, the griffon much too large for him to simply slip away. "I-I'm not the perfect way! H-honest!" he stammers.

09:38 Gyro Feather forcefully pushes his claws into the fat sides of the pokemon, feeling how the skin flexes beneath his weight while the motions are almost like a massage to his prey. He can still feel the thrashing of the fish inside his belly as the gryphon gives a snort. "I"m pretty sure that goldeen you just had might have made the same claim there, but we both know here they are~" Gyro touches the squirming lump and then grins, open beaked at his catch, while one of his tails moves down to twine with one of Lutro's. The gryphon's voice is light and chirpy despite the seriousness of the situation, and its carried by a hot stale breath, smelling of old sour meat.

09:41 Lutro urks and squirms, his tail still writhing at the dock/tailbase with the edge trapped with Gyro's own. "Ergh..." he moans, the fat squishing feeling okay... if his mind weren't on other things! His snout wrinkles at the stench from Gyro's beak, the buizel peering up, upside-down at the wide maws displayed above him. He lets out a frightened whimper at the sight, with the avian tongue dripping drool, to the pulsating gullet eager to gulp the fat pokemon down. Lutro thrashes about more! Though he's stuck good. "No no no! Let me go let me go, whatever you are!" he cries, the fish in his gut similarly squirming, though mostly overcome by the buizel's plump gut at this point. "Please, please don't eat me!"

09:51 Gyro Feather tightens his grip on the pokemon as he begins to really struggle benath him, putting the full weight of his body on top of the other's limbs. Behind that hard beak reveals a surpsingly soft looking interior with a dark pink fleshy throat that quivers with vitality. A strand of drool drips off of his beak and plops down on top of Lutro's snout, smearing clear drool on top of it. Rather than ansering the cries, however, he instead dips his head down and draws his tongue over the orange oily fur of the pokemon, sampling his flavor. "Mmmm~ Almost like fish, bug youv'e got something more to you to~" He coos soft, while his belly growls , sending a rumble into the mon's back.

09:56 Lutro whimpers and pleads, the doughy buizel still fighting even though all he could do at this point is wriggle and squirm beneath Gyro. His eyes wince shut, feeling the thick wet tongue drag over his meaty, juicy form, the buizel tasting just as good as he looks. "I-I-I don't!" Lutro futilely insists. Gyro feels the pudgy pokemon shudder, Lutro knowing his own flavor made Gyro's belly growl in hunger. He flails his little legs against the ground, another frightened squeal uttered out from the otter. "Go get fish! There are lots of those! Much tastier than me!! I-I'll even catch them for you! J-j-just don't eat me!" Lutro exclaims, staring up with horror in his eyes.

10:03 Gyro Feather laughs at that suggestion and shakes his head with a grin upon his beak. "Now, if I just let you up to go get fish, I get the feeling you'd run away, or use some of your moves against me, whereas here, I seem to have all the power. Besides, even if I did let you up to go get fish, and you did so, I'm sure I'd still make room for something as tasty as you are~ So, lets just save ourselves the trouble and get right to the source~" Now, having finished his reply, the bird's beak opens even wider than it had moments ago, and plunges down over the stout of his meal, casting his visiou into darkness while the hot drool mattes down the fur that coats the pokemon.

10:05 Lutro 's ears splay as his offer is summarily ignored. The thick drool dribbled down on him was in plain view, though Gyro's widening beak caused a greater concern for the water type! Stuck pinned to the ground, all he could do is wail, begging for him to stop and not to devour his plump form. "Doooo--mmfff!" the buizel cries, his snout pressing into the tongue of the griffon, rubbing his meaty flavor all over the bird's maw.~ "No no no!" he squeals within, eyes focused on the soft cavern that pulsated before his eyes.

10:09 Gyro Feather curls his tongue around the other's snout, drawing off the flavor of his muzzle in thick waves, that just made his mouth water even more. After a moment of holding him there, gyro presses forward, until that nose squelches against the back of his throat. Moments later, a loud gulp follows as the gullet reaches forward and wraps around Lutro's face. THE tight walls form around the muzzle, holding his jaws cllosed and making portest quite a bit more difficult. Gyro has to pull back slightly, taking some of the weight off of the otter as his spine bends backwards.

10:12 < Lutro> "Mmmm--*glk*" The first swallow silences Lutro's pitiful complaints, his head now a bulge in the griffon's neck. The beak clamps over more and more of his form as the buizel is fed inward, Lutro cringing in pain as his back is bent upward, chest and pudgy gut starting to show as his back is laid against the tasting, slurping tongue. Lutro tries using his freed forepaws to push up against the top of Gyro's beak, to pry the clenching thing open so that he could pull himself out...!

10:29 Gyro Feather pushes down further over the creature, using his weight to steadily wiggle that bulge deeper into his gullet. The scent of the gryphons breath gets even stronger the deeper he's drawn in, Gyro is careful never to bend the otter too far, though his slippery body seems to have good flexibility. Within a couple of swallows Lutro's head pushes into the first fleshy chamber inside his predator, the crop, and here the pressure eases up just enough that he might be able to speak once more.

10:31 Lutro urks and squirms, his shoulders and forepaws devoured in short order, his pushing useless. The flexible fatty pokemon is gulped down further, his chest slipping up into the beak proper with his belly, now sagging outward and free from the ground, threatening to slide in next. Gyro hears the buizel cough and gag when his head slips into the crop. Lutro was short of breath, but that doesn't stop his panicked squeals. "N-no don't! I-it's not too late please PLEASE stop eating me!"

10:38 Gyro Feather obviously couldnt answer the pokemon, with his mouth full of the same, other than to give a shrug of his shoulders, while another loud gulp rings around the creature, joining the cacophony of other noises that he'd be able to hear aroudn him, from the steady thumping of the bird's heart, to the eager gurgling and growling of his body. The gryphon doesnt seem to have much intention of letting him linger in that first sack though, and relaxes that second sphincter. Gyro grabs hold of the other's hips and lifts them skyward, aligning everything for easier swallowing. The beak digs into that fatty gut as it moves over it, causing his skin to roll up over the edge slightly.

10:41 < Lutro> "No no please don't!" he cries, seeing the sphincter open to pull him down further. Lutro's cries are again silenced with his muzzle being forced down into the squelching throat, more and more of his fatty outline bulging out Gyro's neck as the griffon swallows more and more of the fat pokemon. The doughy buizel urks with his body hoisted skyward, belly clamped down harshly as the plump, juicy thing squishes to the roof of Gyro's maw. Lutro moans, talons gripping to his fatty thighs and hips and making him unable to kick his hinds. The plush, fat butt of the buizel sways to and fro though, along with the wildly flicking tail, the only parts of the buizel still protruding from Gyro's hungry beak.

10:54 Gyro Feather gulps hard, forcing the muzzle down into that second throat and then into his belly. The harsh fumes burn at his nostrils and smell bitter and acrid from teh bile pooling at the bottom. IT was empty save for the juices that lined it as the gryphon had not eaten in a while. When the hips begin to push down between hsi beak, gryo's tongue continues to explore over every inch of his delicious oily body, including pushing up ast the tail and sliding between the warm cheeks of the otter. The new musky flavors draw out a loud purr of enjoyment that rings out in his ears.

10:56 Lutro screams at the stench of the stomach, his head and body forced down into the sac slowly but surely. The fatty belly makes quite the outline of a doomed buizel in Gyro's neck, his hips squished outward and forced into the salivating beak a bit at a time. The griffon finds the most explosive, tasty flavor nestled between the buizel's fatty buttcheeks, tongue getting completely enveloped in the fatty crevice and folding over the thick tongue. Lutro squirms, his fat butt framed in the griffon's beak, tails dangling and swaying with feeble flicks at this point. "Mmmph!"

11:06 Gyro Feather lingers there only for a little bit as he drinks up his fill of the lovely powerful flavor that happens to linger there, but another growl of his stomach reminds him of what he's here to do. The gryphon shoves his tongue backwards against the rump, forcing it down past the edges of his gullet with a gulp, leaving only Lutro's twin tails and kicking hind paws in the air. WIth the hardest parts out of the way, his throat grips hard around the fat butt and massages it deeper. Soon enough Gyro's beak snaps shut, sealing all that remains of Lutro inside. THe bird's belly welcomes Lutro with a splash of the juices that lined the bottom, coating his face in the bitter fluid that would unite him with the bird.

11:09 Lutro acks and flails as much as he can, which isn't much, with his butt chewed, salivated over, and slurped. The fat ass is pressed to the back of the maw by the powerful tongue. Lutro lets out a loud squeal of despair when he feels the tongue press back, the fat pokemon devoured completely whole with a final loud [b]ULK[/b]. His bulging belly and wide hips outline his descent down into the gut, Lutro making it sway as his full fat form slides in with a meaty -glorp-.

11:15 Gyro Feather runs a talon over the lump as it settles down into his belly, though in honesty he can only fit about half of Lutro inside his gut, while his hips and tail remain curled up in his crop. "Hmmm you were absolutely delicious~ I dont know why I hesitated on eating you before~" he croons, while a loud purr begins to sound off around his meal. Gyro flares his wings and then takes off towards his nest, causing the juices to slosh around his meal.

11:17 Lutro 's paws could be seen pressing outward against Gyro's belly wall. His thick butt was pressed outward against the crop. The muffled cries and squeals could barely be heard, Lutro trying to keep his head above the acids by thrusting his forepaws down into the belly. But with the griffon taking flight the fluids slosh all over him. "MmmffffMMMF!"

11:25 Gyro Feather soon makes his way back to his nest, where he settles down and lets out a deep yawn. "You know, its a shame that those fish you'd eaten seemed to have gurgled away...I was quite enjoying the squirming they were doing previously." The gryphon gives a loud belch as his stomach contracts around his meal. "So...tell me, how long do you think an otter like yourself can hold their breath? If you fight hard enough, I might give you air again~"

11:27 Lutro wriggles and squeals, acids sloshing all over him when the griffon settles down. His doughy ass and tails and hindlegs wriggle in the crop, desperately trying to wiggle backwards out of the gurgling belly. "Mmf Mmff!!" is all Gyro hears, the tubby buizel already woozy as the air rushes out of the gurgling, roiling stomach.

11:36 Gyro Feather lets out a low yawn and settles his head down onto his belly, cooing softly as he feels his meal struggling down inside. The hot muscles rol over his form, massaging the caustic juices into his coat. The pool steadily deepens and what little air is left in the belly is humid, smelly, and nearly unbreathable. The gryphon feel his eyes getting heavier now and his heartbeat slows as he drifts off into a slumber.

11:39 Lutro would pass out not too much later, half the buizel in the digesting belly, his back half in the crop. A limp fatty lump, the gut churns and roils, stuffed with buizel and a second half of him still waiting in the wing. It doesn't take long for Lutro to gurgle and churn, his fatty, doughy form worked well down in the digesting belly of the griffon... His limp doughy ass was either pulled into the belly after his front half was done, or left in the crop...

11:47 Gyro Feather sleeps soundly for most of the morning as his meal gurgles away. As more and more of his front half digested, teh back half pushed inside, until that too had entirely gurgled away. By the time the gryphon wakes in the evening, there is a lump in his crop, but this one is new. Much of Lutro's flesh had gone towards plumping out the gryphon, leaving him with a thicker belly and a large plush rump.
He then hangs his head over the side of the nest and begins to heave, steadily working that large lump up his neck. Soon the mass of orange and tan fur peaks out, followed by a splat as it tumbles down to the ground below his nest to join the other pellets that had taken residence there. A fresh slimy wad of fur hid half of the skull which peaked through the edges, along with several bones that had survived his belly.

11:48 < Lutro> (end~)

11:49 < Lutro> (a plush-rumped griffon may make a good meal to a larger 'mon some day~ )

11:54 < Gyro Feather> or a smaller mon :P The humiliation of being eaten by something smaller than you is always <3

11:54 < Lutro> heheh.