Disaster Pokemon Causes a Disaster

5 January 2019

01:44 < Gyro Feather> [sub]Also I'm weird and all...Vore's the only thing that's 'hot' to me as it were. THere are some irl triggers, but they're not the thing easily replicated via text.[/sub]

01:46 < Waning Absol> oh... i... i guess i was just rather interested in maybe being... mated by gyro sometime... thats what i always meant by mundane, physical bonding and release, especially when i'm unable to muster energy for proper vore...

01:47 < Waning Absol> doesn't mean my gut couldn't be toyed with... like being fed things and kneading my belly during it

01:52 Gyro Feather snuggles up against Waning and strokes a talon against her horn. "You're quite the lovely specimine of a pokemon~"

01:53 Waning Absol makes a small squeak, starting to blush at the sudden affection, the larger female was very warm, with a naturally higher body temperature "i... i... really..? most seem intent on avoiding me... my kind isn't particularly well-liked..."

01:56 Gyro Feather shrugs his shoulders at that and then drifts from her horn to that fluffy white mane that coats her head and chest, dragging big puffs of fur with his sharp digits, before starting to twirl a bit around one of them. "Well...that whole omen thing is superstition anyways. Unless you're going to tell me that trouble really does follow you."

02:01 Waning Absol has somewhat more pronounced fur on her head than a typical absol, giving her a greater degree of fluffiness to go with her larger than normal size, she doesn't protest the exploration of her very soft, downy mane, and responds with a soft rumbling "w..well... not the city destroying sort... i guess it's safer to say i'm more accident prone... and draw unsavory attention..."

02:06 Gyro Feather tilts his head to the side at her explanation. "Accident prone huh? Well...thats no good, they just happen to you then I take it? And..." Then the bird frowns as he process that second part of the phrase. "Im not unsavory am I? I didnt mean to intrude is all..." The bird says with some hesitation in his voice. The hands seem to go still her iner mane now, though the curls gyro had pulled are pretty well tangled in the wake of his fingers.

02:12 Waning Absol leans over and softly nuzzle's at the male's beak, giving it a small lick where it meets the feathers of his cheek "i don't think you're unsavory... no... i'm actually very uncomfortable around most males... but... you're different" she lets out a small huff, and turns her head away as if she said something embarrassing. the absol bringing up a paw to rest it over the talons playing with her ample fur

02:19 Gyro Feather presses his subtle tasting feathers into her tongue as she licks and kisses him, followed by a grin growing across his jaw as she rebutts his worries. "oh, good, good, I'd like to think that I'm not...but you can never tell with some people. The bird leans in and turns the corner to peck his beak upon her blush in a small kiss, before pulling back. His claws shift in her grip and he chuckles. "Well...I try to be better than all those meat heads is all," he respons, turning his claw over to clutch at her paw.

02:28 Waning Absol pulls back slowly so her crimson eyes could gaze into your own, the broad paw of the feral absol squeezing the talons as her sickle-like tail began to sway side to side in a gentle wag "if you were... i would have sensed it... but you don't make me skittish like the others... quite the opposite in fact..." her voice was becoming quieter, softer as she spoke, perhaps out of shyness, but the female's hushed voice took on a mildly sultry tone

02:32 Gyro Feather leans forward after she speaks and curls his tongue around her muzzle, taking a long teasing taste of her form before pulling back, letting the drool trail hang between them while she gets a sniff of his hot fishy breath. "Maybe thats because you've caught me on a sated stomach," he teases at her, "Though you do have an afinity for danger, so who knows." He uses his unheld claw to trace a line from her ear around to her chin beneath where whic hhe grins. "Of course, I'm just kidding you, the only feast I want from you si the one my eyes are taking in~"

02:41 Waning Absol can't help but make a small squeak as the tongue made it's way over her warm, furless muzzle, the extremely soft skin glistening from saliva as she was tasted. most absols don't have a muzzle quite as defined as hers, between this and her size, it seemed she was some kind of hybrid, albeit mostly bred out through generations. the absol had no ears as her kind senses sound, and other things, with that single, prominent horn "i...i'm not so sure my looks alone are sating... an older absol like me can't be much to lookat..."

02:51 Gyro Feather steps foreward and sweeps his tail behind her hind legs, so that she has to sit backwards and then from there continues to attempt to lay her back down towards teh ground. "Well...perhaps not, but it does put me in the sort of mood to sate other desires rather than that of my belly for the moment," he tesaes. The thought has him going quite well, as his shaft starts to plump out between his hind legs.

02:59 Waning Absol stumbles backwards onto her soft rump as her hind legs were pulled out from under her, the landing making her "uumph" cutely and blush deeper as she was pushed back, rather insistently, by the eager male. the change in position exposed her underbelly to view, she had two rows of small, black teats forming a path to the protruding sheath, 8 in all, that peeked out from beneath the thick, downy fur "i... i..." she squeaks as if in protest, but unable to find the words as she gazed into the male's eyes

03:10 Gyro Feather moves forward further, with his pudgy belly hanging low and brushing her long sily fur as his claws come down to rest on her forelegs, just past the shoulders, pinning them down to the ground. His hips squat down, allowing his weight to come to press against her figure, including his sheath which was starting to get the spaded tip to peak out. Grinding his hips down against her larger form, he helps to stimulate himself, as evidenced by the increasing speed of his breathy pants. "I can see it in your eyes~ You want me bad~"

03:15 Waning Absol whimpers and turns to look away with a small, protesting huff, though the pointed tip of a vivid red shaft, gradually peeking out from her sheath betrayed what her body was feeling, that tip glistened with visible wetness, and released a faint musk into the air. brushing against that swollen, full belly as it worked over it's unseen contents. she squirmed in protest beneath the male, but it was mostly just for show, she was too docile to resist and too embarrassed to openly submit

03:23 Gyro Feather could feel her own member starting to rub against his, drawing a damp patch across his blue belly where her pre clung. WIth a deep inhale, the bird takes in her scent, from her delicious body to her faint musky arousal, and grins from edge to edge. "Mmm, I can smell it, you rather are into this arent you~ Perhaps I should sate multipe hungers this evening if you like it so much~" He coos, massaging his claws into her arms. He drops his beak to her chest and runs his tongue backwards as his hips move to reposition his turgid member against her moist lips. There, he gently draws the length up and down along the slit, feelign his own fluid start to drizzle forth.

03:31 Waning Absol had a plump, canid spade instead of a more familiar slit, the dark opening somewhat swollen with arousal, the muscles within those folds making the opening contract teasingly when the gryphon's tip pressed into them. she gazed down at that belly, watching it sway softly with the male's movements, as soft grumbles burble up from beneath the blue pelt, she couldn't help but wonder what was going on within, guilty curiosity distracting the absol from what was soon to be going on within her

03:40 Gyro Feather presses himself suddenly into that spade, working his hips back and forth against the walls of teh chamber, rubbing soft barbs against the sensitive walls as they spread out before him. He gasps as the moist tunnel proves to be pleasantly tight during his insertion, forming a gentle sucktion in the wake of his passage. He sucks in a deep breath, and with another thrust, a loud squelch issues from her hisp as he burries himself up to just before his knot, though the thick protrution throbs against her back end, upon which he issues low needy moan from his beak. His eyes then follow her gaze towards his belly, which growled and groaned with life and hunger.

03:51 Waning Absol arches her back as that bright pink shaft sank into the intensely warm, velvety confines of her canal, the warm folds contracting, gripping even tighter as her spade instinctively grasps, trying to grip the absent knot, the muscles within her body undulating over the shaft, milking it, as her own member grinds against the male's belly, her bright red shaft dribbling musk and desire against that heavenly churning gut and it's unfortunate occupant. she lets out a feral groan of her own, and wraps her hind legs around the male's waist, as if trying to sink him deeper into her body

03:57 Gyro Feather groans happily from the constant squeezing and stroking that her internals gave to his drooling member and, after a moment, even shudders in pleasure, openin his beak and calling out with a desperate delight. Finally he takes a mement to pull himself mostly out of her tightly grasping tunnel, beore plunging himself down even harder, allowing himself to be pulled down by her legs until event hat tight knot spreads her wide and makes connection. Against her body, his stomach growls and burbles, working off the remains of some previous meal, though wether it was alive before? who can say. Still his beak moves back up to her face, gaping open to meet Waning in a kiss.

04:09 Waning Absol lets out a low growl when that half-formed knot found it's home within her dark folds, her body welcoming that connection with a firm squeeze, milking his shaft into her body as the swelling orb was caressed by her dark vulva. it was too late for the absol, she wouldn't be getting free until that the member had it's chance to work, claiming the panting, blushing female's depths as his own. she rolled her hips with a soft whimper as she felt the tug of that tie on her insides, swollen gut pinning her shaft to her belly, making her feel the churning within. her own belly rumbles in sympathy for the body against her, she tips her head to press back into that kiss, soft lips sealing against beak, as her own flexible tongue slips out to flick against his, her faintly sweet saliva mixing with the lingering fishy scent

04:15 Gyro Feather gives a thust of his hips to ensure a tight seal as her nethers form the rest of the lock on that tie, and all he feels is his ballys jiggleing against her, and a heavy snugness around his base, holding him there. His tongue meets heres in that kiss, as he feels her lips sealing up onto his beak in a wet lovely connection. The two squishy apendgeses dance around in the musky drool laydened space between their mouths in an exciting ballet, while gyro simultaneiously moans into her mouth. Gyro's shaft found itself increidbly stimulated by her constant clenching, sending shivers up his spine, and while he tries to help by thrusting, his shaft is held snug. It does have some effect, however, as the pressure jolts her foreward, cuasing the absol's to slip a little further over the gryphon's beak and moving him deeper into her maw.

04:22 Waning Absol doesn't notice her muzzle beginning to enter the beak at first, the absol too lost in the sensations of that shaft pressed so deep, nudging at the most intimate confines of her body, the velvety walls roll and squeeze as her hips cling tightly, stimulating that shaft as her own knot began to swell against the churning gut. she felt an overwhelming urge to feel warm and full inside, her slender belly rumbling in jealousy at the gryphon's fullness, her lips suckle on that tongue, as if wanting something, anything, within her empty belly

04:23 < Waning Absol> (i... i'm not... adverse to being force fed in the way birds do....)

04:24 < Gyro Feather> (What about a thrust accidentally pushign a beak against your gullet? :P

04:26 < Waning Absol> (i... i wouldn't be against that... though the knot ensures any mishaps are prevented from going too far... b..but that's okay, i'm really, really enjoying this <3)

04:27 < Waning Absol> (i hope you are too....)

04:27 < Gyro Feather> (At least until the knot releases :P

04:28 < Waning Absol> (that normally takes a half hour minimum... unlikely for things to go on for that long....)

04:28 < Waning Absol> (i don't really like fast releasing knots...)

04:32 Gyro Feather suddenly feels hismelf reaching his peak wihtin her from the constant motion of her walls massaging across his eager shaft. Finally the bird lets out a loud cry of delight and makes one more thrust, pusing her up and over his beak and his head comes down. "P-piaooowwww!" the gryphon cries in ecstacy into her jaws as his beak tips push down against ht eback of his throat. His entire body tenses, putting further pressure on her as waves of contractions shoot hot seed up through her middle towards her most intimate regions. Wave after wave of the cum spills out of his balls, leaving her belly to start to swell.

04:37 Waning Absol shudders and grips the male tightly as she feels the heavy throb spread through the male's shaft, before issuing forth a heavy spray of hot, fertile seed out into her body. the seal formed by the knot ensuring it only has one place to go, each burst of thick fluid forcing deeper into her womb, swirling about within her in an attempt to find purchase. she growls out loudly as the beak sank into her throat, moaning and coating it in saliva as her own shaft pulsed and spilled absol seed over that swollen belly, too lost in the sensations to notice she was swallowing on the tip of that beak like a needy chick

04:42 Gyro Feather feels himself pretty exhuasted as long wonderful orgasm comes to an end and allows his muscles to slacken, relaxing into the strange warmth that surrounded his face and massaged all against it. He sucks in a deep breath of the strange musky air that issues forth from Waning's gullet, and then cracks open an eye to see nothing. That was kind of odd, wast it? He wonders to himself, though his mind is not fully all there yet. Even tied as they are, her bigger form could probably work itself past his chest before she needed that knot to release to take more o fhim inside.

04:48 Waning Absol had mostly fainted from the overwhelming sensations and her own lack of energy, the muscles of her throat rolling over the gryphon's head with wet undulations, saliva rushing around his cheeks as he was drawn in deeper, his senses filling with the regular glurk of her swallows, and the feeling of her spade tightly gripping, anchoring her lover for as long as his knot lasts

04:48 < Waning Absol> (energy still being difficult...)

04:53 Gyro Feather isnt fully aware of his surroundeds even yet, as she continues to gulp around his figure, pulling him up and forward as her hot drool envelops his body and soaks deep into his feathers. Its not until the gryphon's knot is starting to get tugged upon and his chest is pulled down through her heated jaws into the hot wet tunnel beyond that the post cloital haze starts to wear off given how fast it happened and he starts to get an idea of what's going on. "Uhhh Abosol?" He mumbles, trying to upll himself back out, though, he certainly did not have the leverage that he needs for such a manouver now. At least his knot seemed to be holding firm for the moment. How long had it been? Hot long till he started to relase?"

04:58 Waning Absol had fallen asleep, at the end of the long, tiring day whatever energy she still had was sprayed all over that swollen blue gut, still busily churning away a meal that will soon enough be hers. even if she could make out his voice beneath the layers of fat and muscle, she wasn't conscious enough to act on it, the only response being reflexive gag-swallows from her equine heritage, working to drag that obstruction within her throat ever deeper. the entrance of her stomach threatened the beak, entry sphincter pulsing and dilating, flooding his nose with the acrid scent of her digestive organ

05:03 Gyro Feather finds he has another problem the longer he remains in that throat. With access to so little air getting to his beak during each of her reflexive, futile swallows, stopping when the knot gave resistance, though he could smell that entrance to her stomach just not but a few mere inches away. The thought of making his way down there inside of her, much like the bird cuaght inside of him had done frightened him. He squirms a little harder now, as his time ticks by, while drool soaks into his feathers and leaves his skin wrinkled. Finally, after about 45 minues or so, he feels a motion...and his knot has shrunk enough that it pulls out, allowing him to finally continue that journey deeper into the sleeping pokemon.

05:14 Waning Absol had been swallowing, steady and repeatedly during the entire agonizing wait, by now he was completely drenched in saliva, and every swallow was well-lubricated to draw him inside, within just a few moments that swollen, prey-filled gut had disappeared past her lips, the gryphon's head pushing into the stomach, giving him a dim view of feathers her swallows had dislodged churning slowly in a burbling pool of absol digestive fluids

05:14 < Waning Absol> (i... i only have the energy for a bit more hun...)

05:15 < Gyro Feather> (Its fine...I"m about dead too. Hope you dont mind if I write a final post for gyro here

05:17 < Waning Absol> (i'd like that....)

05:19 Gyro Feather kicks his hind legs out, groaning and calling for Waning ot spit him out, and yet, nothing he does impedes the progress of her relentless gullet, dpestie her current state of being totally zonked cold. He can hear her snoring around him as he finally presses into the foul chamber beyond, while the air leaves him gagging on teh scent. The rest of him soon follows down into that ch;amber, where he's compressed tightly into a ball by her powerful gut, while the sweltering heat of her body leaves him sweating and in near heat exhaustion. The bird fights for a good half hour or so as exhaustion settles in, while the acids go to work, slwoly stripping fur and feathers from his figure. The worst part is that he's running low on air however, as he grows ever so light headed. Finally the bird passes out, leaving his meat to slowly be whittled away by the Absol over the course of the next day or so.

05:20 < Gyro Feather> (All tha tremains is to let him out~ I'm sure you can do that later if you think you'll be up for it when you have napped.)

05:26 < Waning Absol> (i'll definitely try <3)

18:52 Waning Absol ends up sleeping far longer than she usually would have, as the very large meal digesting put a significant burden on her body, resulting in a lengthy food coma, her belly rolling and churning for hours, slowly spreading out into her abdomen as nutrients are extracted from the remains. she was oblivious to what her body was doing, spending almost an entire day in a deep, dreamless sleep as the gryphon's seed settled into her womb, it finding purchase within and beginning the first spark of life, even as the gut groaned and burbled around it, having ending it for the poor gryphon

she woke up the better part of a full day later, groggy and disoriented, her body feeling like her limbs were made of solid lead, the absol shakily sitting up, as her overly full belly rumbled with the shift of gasses within, she was too drowsy to think of anything other than that immediate need for release.

with some difficulty from the weight, she managed to stand up, heavily swollen belly swaying uncomfortably beneath her, squatting down slightly and lifting up her tail, the black folded ring beneath began to spread, revealing the pink inner surface, and the dark brown, compacted crown of her waste, with a soft grunt her inner walls contracted, bearing down on that heavily processed mass filling her bowels, it slowly sliding out from beneath her tail with a soft crackling sound and the hiss of gasses escaping around it

the dark brown mass slid out slowly and dropped onto the ground with a wet plop, a small, broken log with faint flecks of undigested purple feathers, another soon settling on top and coiling over it, before the puckered ring pinches it off and lets it settle, the absol letting out a low groan in between each heavy contraction pushing the leavings from her body.

the pressure within her body grew to be too much for her poor, overfull bladder, as golden fluid issued forth from her dark, canid spade in a heavy gush, spattering around the base of that feather and bone fragment caked pile, the powerful absol gut having broken down the bones to digest the marrow within, leaving only the smallest ones in-tact. she whines in discomfort as half of a cracked, undigested beak scraped out of her dark ring unpleasantly, followed shortly by the other half, encased in her waste and stinking of absol gut, and after a brief delay, the beak of gyro's own former meal joined his remains, her body having done the both of them in, turning them into an indistinguishable mass of brown droppings

the absol whimpered out as the continued contractions made her belly feel somewhat sore, her puckered ring could only pass so much waste at once and it seemed to just go on forever, more and more building beneath her, until it finally settled, her dark anus closing as the last of the swirling excretion slipped free, forming an enormous pile that reeked of her urine, she slumped forward, resting for a few moments, before bringing herself to her feet once more

she staggered off, wobbling from the increased weight on her frame, the former gryphon lining her hips and thighs as layers of absol fat, the absol seeking a place to resume sleeping off this building exhaustion, unaware that her body, and her former lover, was feeding a growing warmth within her womb

18:54 < Gyro Feather> MMmmmmm that was fantastic~~