#pit vore

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Hi! Can we get some M.onty g.ator vore where he digests his bandmates and maybe a few visitors to gain muscles?

I'm always up for some M.onty vore!

With a flick of his head and a wet gulp, M.onty sends the last pair of kicking legs down the hatch. He slurps wetly over his teeth and huffs out a deep, sated sigh. He can feel the human sink into his gut, bulging it out another notch and making his casing groan. He gives his stomach a few harsh pats and lets loose a deep roar of a belch.

“This has gotta be enough,” M.onty rumbles, looking down at his middle. His stomach is hanging down to his knees, sticking out by several feet. It bulges and shifts all on its own, a decent gaggle of humans packed deeply inside. Their muffled screams overlap, making it hard to pick out any particular voices, especially through the thick material of his gut and the harsh gurgles coming out.

M.onty is sick of being anything but top dog. B.onnie and F.reddy are bigger than him. They’re more popular. They’re always calling the shots. But M.onty plans on changing that. He just needs to get bigger. Once he towers over both of them, they won’t dare to say a thing! But to do that, he needs fuel for his mass…easiest way to get a load of that at once? Mulch a few guys! He’s cleared out his golf course completely of drunk college students and bored dads, and it’s gotta give him what he wants.

“Y’all ready for this?” M.onty roars out, smacking his gut again with a laugh. He still can’t understand what anyone in there is saying but he didn’t care. “Time to get mulched! Let's rock and roll!�� Baring his teeth, M.onty focuses all of his energy on his middle, flexing down with everything he could muster. And being a robot, his stomach might as well be a trash compactor.

Snaps and crunches and screams ring out in a grisly cacophony of noise. M.onty’s stomach visibly flexes down, crushing the many people inside together. Limbs and terrified faces stretch out his gut as everything is squeezed, only for those shapes to get squished and crushed down into unrecognizable shapes. M.onty roars out as his stomach wobbles and shrinks several inches, then more, and more. Each time more messy squelches and wet crunches echo out as a couple thousand pounds of human meat is puréed and pumped through his system.

M.onty’s entire body groans and vibrates with energy. Then there’s some creaks and whines as he starts to grow, his muscles developing further. His arms bulge and ripple, his pecs swell with strength, and his legs and tail grow thicker and stronger. M.onty’s stomach flattens out with a deep, harsh rumble, showing off far more defined abs than before. A deep, heavy sigh rolls out of M.onty as his body settles. And then he blasts out another meaty belch.

M.onty looks over himself and flexes his arms a bit. He frowns, tail flickering with annoyance. “What the hell?! That was, like, twenty people, and this is all you could do?! I’m not even any taller! Agh, I’m gonna rip you all to…oh, right. Already dead.” He huffs and rubs over his stomach with a frown. He could spend all day snacking on people and not get any bigger. What should he..?

An idea comes to M.onty and he smirks. “If you guys aren’t worth any meat…maybe those other jerks are.” Going right for B.onnie and F.reddy could be a problem. But…there is someone in the band that’s actually smaller than him. That’ll be just the boost he needs. With a grin, M.onty stomps off, already stalking his prey.

F.oxy is easy to find. He’s at the newly installed bar, his favorite place to be since it lets him drink rum and tell his stories to drunkards. Though, right now, the bar is barren other than the fox and the bit serving drinks. It makes it easy for M.onty to stomp in unbothered. F.oxy doesn’t notice until the gator bumps into his back and makes him spill his drink.

“Yarg, watch where yer goin’ ya—“ F.oxy turns around to keep talking, just for M.onty to grab him by the throat. The pirate squeaks as he’s yanked up into the air, seeing M.onty’s wide, toothy grin in his face.

“Hey, Captain,” M.onty rumbles. “I need your drunk ass to help me out for a second. Don’t worry, it’ll be quick.” Before F.oxy can try to respond, M.onty shoves the fox’s muzzle right between his pecs. F.oxy starts to wiggle pathetically, but M.onty keeps him pressed up against the bar. There’s nowhere for him to go other than further in, with the back of his head being pushed down and squeezed further between M.onty’s pecs.

“Aaaah yeah,” M.onty huffs, pulling his fingers out from his own pecs. F.oxy’s neck deep in them now and M.onty can feel his muffled voice vibrating inside of him. “You’re gonna look way better on me, Captain. So you better…nngh…thank me for it!” M.onty cups his hands under F.oxy’s ass and pushes hard, grunting and huffing as he forces even more of the fox into his chest.

F.oxy’s arms get pinned down fast, his shoulders, chest, and stomach all squeezing into M.onty’s chest with ease. It makes the gator’s chest start to bulge out as it’s filled. F.oxy’s legs kick around, hanging out comically. M.onty squeezes F.oxy’s ass before shoving it into his chest with a huff. Then he grabs F.oxy by the ankles and starts pushing his legs in. His chest swells more and more, until only F.oxy’s twitching feet are poking out. M.onty chuckles and pushes down with a finger, getting knuckle deep in his own pecs before pulling away.

M.onty admits his chest, crudely groping over it as he feels F.oxy struggling inside. Muffled yelling just barely makes it out, bulges shifting around as the pirate struggles inside. “Heh…my chest is already so thick, I can’t hear a damn thing you’re saying! So I’m just gonna assume you’re begging me to crush you into pec meat. And I’m happy to help out!”

M.onty flexes his chest, getting a clearer—though still muffled—scream out of F.oxy. “Hff…alright, let’s try that again.” Another flex, this one with more effort out into it. Something inside crunches and F.oxy thrashes with a howl. “Ugh, c’mon, F.oxy! You’re already stuck in there! Just…let me kill you already! You’re…pec…meat!” M.onty flexes again with a snarl. F.oxy’s scream warps with the sound of crunching metal, the Pirate’s body finally giving out and being compacted down in M.onty’s body. The gator’s pecs twitch and bounce as they smooth out with instantaneous effects.

M.onty’s muscles swell again, mass and power flowing through him to give him more. At the same time, his body groans deeply as he suddenly grows a few inches. His body gets wider, muscles thicker and stronger, and his pecs especially ballooning in size as a lot of F.oxy adds to them. Red hair also begins to cover M.onty, coming from his chest and under his arms, as well as over his abs. A slight scent fills the air, a thick musk that’s emanating from the gator.

M.onty takes several deep breaths, his chest rising and falling with each one. He rumbles softly and flexes over his new muscles a few times, feeling the tingling sensation in them slowly fading. “Haa…see? Wasn’t that hard, was it, pec meat? You look way better like this.” M.onty squeezes his pecs, grinning. “And I…look way better, too! Heh, let's see those two jerks try calling the shots now. In fact…I bet I can get even bigger. And if I’m in charge, who even needs those two?” Chuckling to himself, M.onty returns to his hunt, this time with new prey in mind.

B.onnie and F.reddy were just too predictable. The two of them are spending their time together between major performances, being all lovey-dovey between B.onnie Bowl. It’s a private space just the two of them can go so they can enjoy their time together. Well, until M.onty comes in, interrupting the two of them.

F.reddy gets flustered and pulls away from B.onnie, who doesn’t seem as bothered. He’s moreso surprised by M.onty’s new look. He gets to his feet, finding himself just slightly shorter than the gator, not including his ears. “Woah, Mont, you get a redesign or something?”

M.onty grins, tail flicking back and forth. “Something like that. Jealous?” He flexes his arms and bounces his pecs, shamelessly showing off to the rabbit. “C’mere, cop a feel. I don’t mind.”

B.onnie does step forward, putting a hand on one of M.onty’s arms. “Wow, that’s definitely something. What’s with that smell, though?”

“What, you like it? Lemme help ya get a good whiff then!” He grabs B.onnie by the back of the head, lifting his right arm up and planting the rabbit’s face right into his furry pit. B.onnie lets out a muffled cry, trying and failing to push himself away.

“M.onty!” F.reddy practically jumps to his feet now and rushes over. “That is not funny, let him go at once!”

“Don’t be jealous~” M.onty says, lowering his arm on B.onnie’s head. “You can get a smell, too!” He grabs F.reddy by the scruff, overpowering the bear with ease and shoving his face into the other pit. “Yeeeah, that’s it. That’s the smell of a real leader! Go on, get a deeper smell!” M.onty lowers his other and over F.reddy and squeezes down on them, grunting as he wedges their heads into his pits.

M.onty’s muscles flex and bulge as he starts to pull his bandmates in deeper. Their muffled voices get harder to hear as they start to disappear, shoulders squeezing into M.onty’s pits, followed by their chests. M.onty lifts his arms up now, continuing to flex them to drag more of their bodies in. F.reddy and B.onnie keep trying to thrash, pushing and pounding on M.onty’s body up until they get pinned down by their stomachs sinking in.

Their legs start kicking now, lifting off the ground and steadily sliding upward. M.onty’s arms keeping swelling outward, muscles bulging and shifting as F.reddy and B.onnie get squished into his biceps. M.onty growls lowly, enjoying the sensation and relishing in each flex he gives as it sucks in several more inches of his bandmates. Their legs steadily disappear, kicking and twitching, all the way to the end. Two pairs of feet sink beneath the red fur of M.onty’s pits and he lets out a deep, satisfied sigh.

“That’s…the…stuff,” M.onty huffs out, flexing over his arms with each word. His biceps are bulging around F.reddy and B.onnie, their faces or hands occasionally stretching him out. “This is it. I’m in charge now. You two are just going to make me even better! So hurry up, I wanna feel you two die!” Month flexes his arms down tightly again, feeling the bodies of the two animatronics straining under the pressure.

“C’mon…hurry up!” M.onty demands, flexing his arms again. “I’m bigger and stronger than both of you!” Another flex. He can hear B.onnie lot out a particularly loud yell and something inside his arm gets crushed. “You’re already inside of me, there’s nothing you can do!” Another flex makes F.reddy yell out Month’s name, just barely audible, as something folds and the bulges shift. “Make me better…make me bigger…and get outta my way! Just die!” M.onty roars and flexes down with all his might.

Screeching, warping metal overpowers M.onty’s roar. B.onnie shrieks as his body folds and compresses, and F.reddy tries to plea as he’s crushed and flattened. Both of their voices fade with wet crunches as their heads cave under the immense pressure, and Month’s arms round out and shrink down as their bodies are reduced into nothing.

And M.onty grows. His body ripples and shifts, groans and creaks, as everything changes. He shoots up inch after inch after inch, becoming a full foot taller. His body swells, arms and legs thickening with muscle, looking like tree trunks. His pecs shoot out a couple of inches, more mass adding to him. His stomach is rock hard, abs twitching and flexing involuntarily. Even his tail grows in length and thickness, whipping around dangerously. More body hair covers his body, blanketing his pecs in a thick red and peppering the rest of his torso. He even grows a five o’clock shadow. The stink of musk is now a thick, constant presence he has that would likely be suffocating from its source. Even his voice gets deeper, his roar making the room rumble around him.

And then it’s over. The tingling, burning sensation fades as quickly as it came. M.onty pants and huffs, his muscles still flexing slightly on their own. He’s a walking wall of muscle, far bigger than any of the animatronics had been. He slowly feels over his body, a grin curling onto his muzzle as he does.

“That’s better,” M.onty growls, voice rumbling deep from his chest. “No one needs you guys. You’re just more of me now! That’s better than whatever pointless lives you had before!” He laughs, turning to stomp out of the room. He has to duck to squeeze out the doorway. “Better go out and show off the new bod. Gotta make sure everyone forgets about you jerks. Don’t need you cramping my style again.”

[conchoronzon]

A half hour ago, this handsome man was practically an untoned twink. You and your frat friend had seen him at the gym for months, and even when he moved up on the weights, the progress never showed itself on his body. You two started teasing him.

One day, in the showers, you cornered him as he soaped up, teasing him about being a little bitch. It was never more than that. It was playful frat stuff. But the dude snapped. He lifted one hand behind his head, grabbed your friend, and shoved him face first into his pit.

It was a weird way to get back at you two. It seemed like it would result in a fight... but your friend couldn't pull away. In fact, his face seemed to be... sinking into the guy's flesh.

Despite yourself, you stood there watching with a hand on your cock as your friend sank further and further into the twink's pit. Some hungry thing inside the dude growled. It wasn't his stomach but you had no idea what it could be.

Your friend pushed at the valley that consumed him, but all that did was capture his hands. It was surreal to see a 250-pound muscle bunny moron get devoured by a thin twink's underarm. When your friend was only a pair of feet, his pred looked at you. "Gonna try to help him?"

You shook your head and he sighed. "Thought you would and I'd get you both." He pushed your friend the rest of the way in.

Over the next few minutes, as he went back to lathering himself up, the twink's muscles grew. His pecs bulged out. His biceps ballooned. His abs looked like they could crush someone. Like they could crush you.

"You gonna keep being an asshole to me?" he asked you when he finished rinsing off. His eyes drifted down to your cock. "Didn't think so." He looked back in your eyes and smirked. He smacked his newly defined abs. This time, the growl did come from his stomach. "How about you be dinner?"

[bigcatbulges]

Source - VawdKot

(Artist's FurAffinity)

[malemusktf]

That time again. Any roleplay folks or just want a chat message me! Musk, muscle, absorption, hairy, Tf , also if anyone’s wantin to hypnotise also open for that

[cannibalvore]

tbt when my dad started watching this movie and all i caught was this exchange before getting so horny i passed out

[mychlapci]

While he doesn't miss the inhumane living conditions of the pit, one thing Megatron misses about his gladiator days is the post victory spoils. In particular, he misses his prize minibots. It was rare to compete for a minibot of your own, which was only an incentive for mechs to push harder and fight more brutally, making for a great show. Many gladiators would frag their mini bots until they broke, but others like Megatron preferred to use them as toys. Megatron had a small harem of minibots of various sizes he'd shove up his valve to feel them thrash and squirm. He particularly liked the ones who'd try to fight back and bite and scratch his protoform..

He was a changed mech now though. As good as the spoils of victory were, he was never interested in going back to that life. The lost light was more than enough for him now, he enjoyed the peace that came of their victory lap around the cosmos. He liked the comfortable relationship he had with Minimus, it felt good to let himself be pushed around for once in the bedroom.

Minimus eats out Megatron's valve better than anyone. He doesn't just go at Megatron like a desperate horny mess like most bots would in the past, Minimus likes to take his time making Megatron really soak the berth in lubricant fluids. He sucks on Megatron's node, being as small as he is it compares to the feeling of Minimus swallowing his spike. Megatron couldn't say he's never met a minibot as small as Minimus, but he hasn't had one so close for so long. Even Rumble and Frenzy weren't as small as Minimus, and they were built to be compact. From Megatron's interface panels to his pedes, when Minimus laid between Megatron's thick thighs his pedes would just pass his knees. It made Megatron feel even bigger than he was, but he never saw Minimus smaller. He knew exactly how large the bot was, it was part of what made him so wet.

Megatron would press Minimus' face into his valve and grind the minibot into him, desperately needing more. It was a pleasurable torture for Minimus' to drag foreplay on for so long, but Megatron was getting restless from not being able to overload yet. Minimus' glossia doesn't reach far into Megatron's valve, but he knows where to go to please his partner the most. Minimus brushes his calipers with his glossia, making Megatron jolt and buck into him. Minimus' helm pops into Megatron's head with no resistance, the sudden fullness making Megatron overload on the spot.

His overload pushes Minimus back out. Minimus is wide eyed and stares at Megatron with shock, he doesn't have to read Minimus' field to see the confusion on him. Megatron apologizes for getting too overwhelmed, but Minimus interrupts him. Suddenly the bossy little mech seems shy, almost ashamed when he ask Megatron if he's done that before and if he could do it again. Minimus was leaking fluid from his closed panels, Megatron couldn't say no to a bot so needy.

It takes some rearrangement, but Megatron feels more full and well fragged than he has in years. Minimus was buried so deep in his valve only his legs were stuck out of his valve. Megatron held his little thighs in a sturdy grip and fucked himself with the enforcer while Minimus by that point had his whole fist up his own valve. He never imagined he'd love being stuffed up another mech's valve so much, had someone told him even yesterday he'd love the feeling of transfluid smothering him and coating his plating, filling his mouth every time he opened it to cry out in another overload, having his whole body massaged by squeezing calipers, he would send you to the brig and make you attend a seminar on sexual harassment. Being crushed on every side by that perfect warmth wasn't the only thing Minimus was getting off to in the moment. If he listened hard enough, through his own clogged vents and the noises of Megatron's internals, he could hear his partner grunt and whine for more. Minimus wasn't just a toy, he was a good one, a useful one. Megatron needed him in his valve, it made him feel so good to be wanted.

Hrgghh... Megatron accidentally popping Minimus' head into his valve is so hot. He forgot to be careful for a moment, needed just a little more, a bigger stretch.... His fluttering valve swallowed him up so easily, he really just popped inside.

And Minimus has never been this aroused ever in his life. He loved how dark and hot and welcoming Megatron's valve felt, he enjoyed the way the calipers were so powerful they were able to squeeze his plating tight to his protoform, suffocating him in transfluid... And the sounds Megatron was making as he thrust Minimus into his valve were delicious, desperate and frantic as Megatron lost himself in the pleasure of it...

They definitely make this a regular activity.

[that-howlingdrakesng]

*Ahem*

So remember the Pit Bonnie x reader headcanons ask I posted a while ago? Well, I watched a video of the Into The Pit jumpscares in slow-motion and...

I did not realize the angle of the main jumpscare and it is doing things to me now.

[hiredpencil]

Voretober 12: Fall

I absolutely have no idea if this counts as macro/micro for tagging? Confused dragon noises

This is my first time drawing a pit monster! I actually struggled a little with this prompt and scrapped my first idea I'm doing Voretober and Inktober at the same time!

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Second part of the Smash vore tourney

Part 1 - <Part 2> - Part 3 - Part 4

D.K Y.oshi F.ox B.owser F.alco M.ewtwo S.onic K.ing Dedede L.ucario W.olf W.ii Fit Trainer D.uck Hunt R.idley K. R.ool P.iranha Plant B.anjo

Round 2

With eight contestants left, tensions are getting a bit higher now. There’s less mystery over who is going to have to face against who. D.K keeps glaring at Fox with a toothy grin, while S.onic and Wolf are sizing each other up. L.ucario is doing his best to ignore R.idley opening drooling over him and just barely holding back. B.owser wasn’t so worried, not really noticing that the P.iranha Plant is slurping over its lips as it stares at him, eager to taste K.oopa meat.

Finally, the next bracket is made, and the first two competitors can walk out to begin round 2.

P.iranha Plant v B.owser

B.owser grins as he sees the P.iranha Plant across from him. He was figuring it would give up pretty fast, let its king take the win and move on. So he stomps over, ready to grab it and eat. So he was a bit taken back when it suddenly launched his head forward and took a snap at him, just barely missing his nose.

“Hey, whaddya think you’re doing?!” B.owser demands angrily. “Did you forget who your king is?!” As if to answer him, P.iranha Plant attempts another lunging snap. This one, B.owser had to back away from to avoid. He snarls now, flames leaking out between his lips. This is treason! He’s going to make sure he teaches this plant a lesson.

Fire immediately spews forth from B.owser’s maw, hoping to roast the plant. It doesn’t as the P.iranha Plant begins to spin its leaves like a fan, taking to the sky and blowing the flames back. Its flying in towards B.owser, jaws snapping greedily, and the king has to dodge out of the way to avoid that drooling maw.

As soon as the plant landed again, B.owser charges in and dives into his shell, spinning around rapidly. He manages to sweep the plant up with it, knocking it around until it’s sent flying and crashing to the ground. B.owser pops back out and stands with a laugh. That should teach it!

He grabs the P.iranha Plant by the stem to lift it up. It’s jaws keep trying to snap, wanting nothing more than to devour all that K.oopa meat. B.owser puts a stop to that with a blast of fire that saps more of the plant’s energy out of it.

B.owser would rather this be actual meat than...well, the opposite of that. But at least it got thicker after its last match. So B.owser opens his drooling maw wide, lowering the P.iranha Plant inside pot first. A few wet gulps and slurps sucks it down, its head disappearing past his lips and down the hatch.

“Bleh...” That shouldn’t count as food at all, given that awful taste. B.owser’s guts boil wetly and the plant doesn’t last long in that lava-like tank. Barely a minute later, B.owser hikes up his tail and pushes out a single log. It’s even smaller than the last, with only a flower pot baked into the mess. B.owser can’t feel smug about that! The next meal better be worth it...

With an annoyed huff, B.owser is stomping off, declared the victor.

Fox v D.K

Once the grumbly B.owser was back, Fox and D.K were heading out to the arena. Fox doesn’t really like the way the ape is looking at him at all. But he gives his gut a squeeze, knowing that D.edede had been about the same size and now he’s nothing but fat. He’s sure he can do the same to the gorilla, even as D.K bounces his pecs just to tease the fox.

Both of them have the same strategy as before, with D.K winding up his arm while Fox starts trying to wear him down with shots. All Fox’s strategy does is let D.K prepare himself before he comes charging in. Of course, Fox is fast, and is able to bounce back when the ape comes at him and makes a grab for him.

It becomes a game of cat and mouse, with Fox running and leaping around D.K as the gorilla tries to take shots at him. Between his fiery leaps and illusionary dashes, Fox is usually able to keep just out of D.K’s grasp while laying some cover fire on him any time he gets a chance. All that’s doing is winding D.K up more.

When Fox tries to zip past D.K with another of his illusions, the ape actually saw it coming. D.K turned around the second Fox disappeared, and when he reappeared, large hands slam over his head on either side. It makes fox yelp out and leaves him stunned, giving D.K a chance to punch him with a wound-up arm and send Fox crashing face-first into the floor some distance away.

Fox groans out, trying to pick himself up. His blaster is sitting in front of him and he tries to reach for it. But he’s dragged back with a yelp and lifted off the ground, held by his ankle by D.K. He’s brought face-to-face with D.K, the gorilla grinning wide and toothily. It actually gets a slight whimper out of Fox. Then D.K lifts his free arm, showing off a furry pit to Fox.

Fox’s cry is muffled as he’s shoveled face-first into the ape’s armpit. Fox tries to push away or beat on D.K, but it doesn’t do anything. D.K just starts to push down on Fox and the smaller man begins sinking deeper. Fox kicks and struggles for a little bit, but once he’s up to his stomach, a hard flex from D.K’s arm ends that. His body spasms for a moment before going slack, the gorilla’s muscles growing thicker at the same time. Pushing down on his boots slurps the last of Fox out of sight, and another strong flex reduces his body into muscle mass.

D.K snorts and thumps his chest with a roar. He stomps his feet as he widens his stance and, in one smooth, full log, pushes Fox back out. The mass coils up under the ape, fur and bones poking out of him, the skull dropping first with its jaws still open. One a pair of boots push out and the log is pinched off, the deed is done, and D.K lumbers off smugly as he’s declared the winner.

L.ucario v R.idley

L.ucario winces slightly when D.K returns, his musk even thicker after taking on another meal. His sensitive nose can’t take it. Wolf has the same problem, his laughing over the battle only stopping because he had to cover his nose. D.K at least had a smug grin on his face when he sat down.

L.ucario is happy to get out of the room and out to the field. He’s joined by his opponent, R.idley, the alien creature twitching in anticipation for the match. Both of them are sporting a bit of extra fat from their last matches and they intend to be the one to have more in the end.

R.idley strikes fast by launching in and grabbing L.ucario. The jackal is then slammed into the ground and dragged along until he’s tossed into the air and struck with R.idley’s tail. It makes L.ucario howl out and he comes crashing to the ground soon, reeling in pain. R.idley immediately follows up by launching a volley of fireballs at the P.okemon.

L.ucario takes a hit from a couple before he’s finally able to get up and move out of the way. It’s clear to him that R.idley is trying to exhaust him with unrelenting attacks. L.ucario can feel his aura surging through him, his weakening body causing it to only get stronger. He has to find a balance here--if he takes too many hits, he’ll go down. But if he can do this right, he’ll be able to stop the alien in one shot.

L.ucario tries to rush in, but R.idley is quick to take to the sky and launch himself at the P.okemon like a missile. It sends L.ucario skidding back, just barely able to miss snapping jaws that tried to end him, and he’s hit with R.idley’s tail again right after. The P.okemon staggers slightly, finding exhaustion creeping in already. R.idley senses that weakness as well and launches forward, jaws open wide to devour his opponent.

What R.idley gets instead is a blast of powerful aura right in the mouth from L.ucario’s paw. It makes the alien shriek as he’s suddenly knocked backward and onto the ground. His head is left spinning, all the damage he’d done blasted right back at him with a Force Palm. L.ucario doesn’t give a second to let this opportunity go to waste. He grabs R.idley’s tail and, after a few rubs to his crotch, stuffs it right down his cock.

With a wet slurp, R.idley is dragged along the ground, his tail disappearing rather quickly. With a groan and a shake of his head, R.idley is coming to. He tries to push himself up again, but he’s sucked deeper, his legs folding up against his torso as his ass is now disappearing into the P.okemon’s cock. L.ucario is trying his hardest to keep a stern expression, not wanting to betray the clear pleasure he’s getting from this.

There’s a lot less pleasure on R.idley’s face, as he screeches and claws at the ground, trying to pull himself backwards. But L.ucario’s cock was stronger, still pulling the space pirate deeper despite the resistance. Deep claw marks gouge through the ground, R.idley’s screeches like nails on glass as he sinks in further and further.

L.ucario’s sack bulges out and hangs down more as they’re filled. R.idley’s stomach is already sinking down, his legs and tail now trying to stretch the P.okemon’s sack out. As R.idley sinks in up to his chest, he pivots to trying to slash at L.ucario. Both of his arms are seized by the wrist, L.ucario’s powerful aura shooting shocks through him. It keeps him still enough to let his chest and shoulders sink down. With a final cry, so does his head, and L.ucario finally releases his arms to let those slurp down his cock.

L.ucario shivers slightly and lets out a sigh through his nose. He’s already stroking himself, eyes closed with a tense expression. His nuts are resting on the ground, R.idley thrashing within, the flesh stretched tight around his large form. With a huff, L.ucario flexes his nuts, getting a cry from R.idley as he’s suddenly smashed into a more compact form. L.ucario is once again focusing his aura, using it to end his prey as quickly as possible.

R.idley tries to fight back as best he can, stretching out the P.okemon’s sack with trashing and kicks. But L.ucario clenches each time, forcing R.idley back into a ball. A thick, boiling churn comes from those working nuts, R.idley’s cries replaced with sputters and coughs. Each time L.ucario’s sack clenches, the sharp and clear details of R.idley’s form is looking less defined. Even his powerful body can’t do much against a broiling sack and his useless thrashing grows weaker and weaker.

In only a few clenches, R.idley’s screeching has turned into weak cries. He can barely make the rounding sack bulge with his weak struggles, only getting thick sloshes to come forth. With another clench, even that stops, only some whimpering noises rising over the sounds of bubbling. L.ucario tenses, gritting his teeth and clenching again. R.idley finally goes silent as L.ucario howls, a geyser of cum shooting forth and splattering to the ground.

Everything gets painted white quickly, gallons of seed striking the ground with each rope that fires. Large bones strike the ground as well, R.idley’s skeleton having managed to survive long enough to come back out. Not that it does him any good, as even his skull ends up slamming into the ground, jaws still open wide from his final cry.

The intense orgasm comes to an end soon after that, L.ucario left panting and huffing from the overwhelming feeling. His legs are wobbling slightly but he manages to hold his ground. He feels much better at least, R.idley’s aura giving him a large boost. Not to mention the new merchandise he’s got swinging between his legs, his nuts a bit fatter and cock bigger. L.ucario tries not to blush as he wipes the mess off of himself.

The announcer had declared his victory after that, L.ucario walking from the arena once he’s collected himself.

Wolf v S.onic

L.ucario doesn’t make any eye contact with the others as he gets back and sits down. He’s still blushing a bit over that moment of vulnerability. The viewing room is getting emptier with time, and the last pair of contenders are both impatient at this point. They’re both up and moving before L.ucario has even sat down.

On the field, Wolf and S.onic are both exuding confidence. Naturally, both of them believe they’ll easily come out on top and are eager for a chance to prove it. Wolf smirks, showing off his teeth as he spins his blaster in his paw. “I was hoping I’d get to show up that birdbrain myself, but taking you down will be just as good. Cocky and blue...that’s close enough.”

“You’ll have to keep up with me to do that,” S.onic retorts, stretching out. “Oh wait, F.alco did keep up...and I still dumped him. So, I guess this’ll be even faster.” S.onic curls up and begins to speed along the ground, rocketing for Wolf.

Wolf does try to avoid it by lunging to the side, but he’s not fast enough to get totally out of the way. S.onic catches him in the side and he hits the ground with a growl. S.onic turns fast and comes barreling in to run him down again, but Wolf has enough time to aim his blaster and fire at the spinning speedster.

It’s enough to make S.onic come tumbling to a stop, landing flat on his stomach. He groans and rubs his head as he pushes himself up. Wolf is in front of him, grinning wide, blaster aimed down at S.onic. “This keeping up just fine?”

“Not quite.” S.onic bounces back just as Wolf fires, avoiding the shot. Then he comes flying back in with a homing attack, hitting Wolf in the chest and making the mercenary stumble. More shots fire, but S.onic speeds away from them, only to come in for another homing attack as soon as there’s an opening and knocking Wolf’s blaster away.

With a snarl, Wolf tries meeting S.onic head on instead, slashing with his claws at the next homing attack. It knocks S.onic out of the air, but the force of hitting it knocks Wolf back onto his ass as well. S.onic lands on his feet, and so is able to launch into another homing attack. Wolf, unable to get back to his feet, attempts opening his jaws for the incoming attack.

It’s not enough. Wolf yelps as his head is pulled into the blue blur instead, and the rest of him soon after. By the time S.onic hits the ground, Wolf is gone from sight, and he’s still spinning around. He comes to a screeching halt, standing tall and visible again. A hand rests on his stomach, looking a bit plumper, and a stray belch escapes him. Some gray fur flutters out of his jaws and nothing else. “Not bad. Maybe space food gets a bad rap, I’ve been enjoying it lately!”

A low groan rumbles out of S.onic’s stomach and he winces. “Woof...goes right through me, though.” He squats down, grunting as he pushes. Like F.alco before, Wolf escapes the hedgehog’s bowels all at once, a thick log baked around his skeleton and clothes sliding out onto the ground.

Wolf slides out skull first, his jaws still open wide and an eyepatch connected to the skull. Then the rest follows, his uniform still worn over his bones, slightly tattered and stained. All of it sits half naked in the foul waste. Boots pushed out soon, and S.onic pinched the log off with a content sigh.

He speeds out after they, gone from the room just as the announcer declared his victory. And with it, that was the last of the space-faring mercenaries.

[thefanciestborrower]

Every time I think I’m the only one on this site thinking vore thoughts about specific characters one of y’all always proves me wrong and I think that’s great

[u-friend-or-ufo]

I'm writing a bloody vore fic...God help me..

[malemusktf]

Role play/ pics/ story ideas… messsged are open let me see them pits

[cannibalvore]

A pred and their observer partner are enjoying some quality time together after the preds latest meal. Suddenly, their stomach lurches slightly, and they regurgitate a few bones – all perfectly clean except for the slobber, of course.

Instead of being disgusted by this, however, their partner gives them a mischievous smirk as they examine the macabre remains for longer than they probably should, patting the pred's stomach fondly –

"Looks like you're digesting well, darling"

[pitposter]

[that-howlingdrakesng]

A White Lie and A Stuffed Rabbit (Pit Bonnie x Reader) - Chapter 2

A/N: Alright. This is the chapter that I dreaded posting on Tumblr. Please have mercy on me, Jeff fans 😭🙏

You accidentally stumbled across a time-traveling ball pit that led you to the past inside Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria. The creature followed you into the past and now you are stuck with a possessed animatronic.

⚠️The following chapter is not suitable for readers under 13 and contains vore, minor character death, and depictions of panic attacks. Please proceed with caution or skip through the section entirely.⚠️

Chapter 2: The Yellow Rabbit

You had really thought you managed to escape this mechanical beast. You thought that you were safe from them. But unfortunately, despite your best efforts, it wasn't enough. Worse yet, you've played right into their hands.

You took a small step back, preparing yourself to run as you kept your eyes trained on the large yellow creature in front of you. Carefully, you slipped the phone back into your pocket to free up your hands in case it decides to grab you again. The yellow rabbit continues to approach you, emitting more glitchy, garbled noises. As the distance between the two of you grew smaller, you began to slowly back away from them, your eyes never leaving theirs. You couldn't ignore how terrified you felt in the presence of this non-human entity, but you had to stay calm long enough to think of a plan. You needed to focus on getting out of here alive.

The creature stops for a moment to stare at you, twitching its ears as if it was thinking about something. It then turned its head towards the door with the sign above it that reads, “EMPLOYEES ONLY”. The rabbit made a quick glance at you before heading over to the other room. You simply stood there dumbfounded. What the hell just happened, you thought. Why did it randomly leave like that?

A few moments later, the yellow rabbit came back out of the room it was in, carrying a pizza pan with two slices in its hands. The rabbit sets it down on the table before redirecting its gaze towards you. At first, you weren't sure what it could be asking from you. Then, as you glanced at the tall animatronic rabbit and then at the pizza pan on the table, you figured that it was waiting for you to eat.

“Wait, are you being serious right now?” you asked, completely baffled by its request. “You…want me to eat that?”

The yellow rabbit nodded in response.

You were a bit taken back by the fact that it understood you. Kinda creepy, but at least you know now that it was sentient.

You anxiously inched your way towards the table, eyes fixated on the rabbit that stood beside it. You didn't exactly trust that the pizza wasn't tampered with. For all you know, it could have drugged or poisoned the pizza while it was in the other room. As you sat down in the chair, you looked at the slices of pizza on the table and then back at the yellow rabbit looming over you.

“Um… Is this pizza safe to eat? Why are you giving me this?” you questioned out of reluctance.

This question clearly offended the lagomorphic creature, exposing its sharp teeth out of annoyance as it quickly leaned over to your face with its glowing, blue eyes glaring down at you.

“Eat,” the rabbit growled.

You reeled back with your arms up, shielding your face in a panic. “Okay, okay!! I'll eat it!” you shouted.

Satisfied with your response, the yellow rabbit backed away from you, seemingly grinning to itself. You let out a sigh before turning your attention to the pizza in front of you. You really don't want to eat it, but you also don't want to upset the bunny even further. You grabbed one of the slices by the crust, surprised at how warm it was. You hesitated a bit before taking a small bite of the pizza. Nothing was off as far as the taste and texture, but holy crap. This pizza was AMAZING. Way better than the ones Jeff would make. Everything about it was mouth-watering–the toppings, the sauce, the cheese, and even the crust.

All doubt and hesitation was casted aside as you took another bite, savoring the flavors in your mouth. “This is so good,” you said blissfully.

You could have swore you heard a mechanical purr from the yellow rabbit. You figured that it appreciated the positive remark on the pizza that it gave you.

As you were finishing up your first slice, the rabbit-like creature walked off into the employee room, leaving you alone in the dining area to eat in peace. It would have been the perfect time to sneak away from the creature. However, recalling that you haven't eaten anything in the past several hours, you really could use a food break. Strangely enough, you were kind of thankful to the yellow rabbit for offering you something to eat after chasing you around the pizzeria.

Halfway through your second slice, you happened to hear a series of subtle, yet unusual sounds coming from the employee room. They were hard to pick out from the other side of the door despite the dead silence in the dining area. You did your best to quietly ignore it while you finished your slice of pizza. Part of you wanted to sneak out of the room and leave the pizzeria while the creature was preoccupied with whatever it's doing. Although, you also wanted to take a small peek inside the employee room despite your chances of getting caught and provoking the animatronic.

You've only finished your slice up to the crust, setting it on the pizza pan before you sat up slowly from your seat so as to not create any loud noises that could draw its attention. As you inched closer and closer to the door, the noises grew louder and more noticeable. Distorted, mechanical groans and whirrs was all you could hear up to that point, already reaching for the doorknob. Anxiety and panic started to creep into your body. You were nervous and scared of whatever you're about to witness behind that door. You thought about backing out and just making a break for the exit. To put as much distance from this cryptid robot as possible. However, your persistent curiosity outweighed the fear in your mind, fingers already clasped around the doorknob. You took a small and shallow breath to prepare yourself for what you might see.

While being mindful about the noises, you opened the door just wide enough to peer inside. It didn't take long for you to find the yellow rabbit within the room. Unfortunately, you wished that you hadn't. You were absolutely horrified by what you saw. The yellow rabbit had the body of a person inside of its mouth and was eating it. The person made no movements whatsoever, no attempts to struggle, as if they were completely limp. Only the lower body was visible from the angle you were viewing it from. The creature tilted its head back slightly, one hand supporting its meal in its mouth while the other rested on its belly. Seconds later, you heard a startling loud and wet gulp, pulling the unresponsive body deeper down its eager and hungry gullet. It then dawned on you, realizing the muffled sounds you heard that were behind the door.

…Holy shit.

You felt absolutely sick to your stomach. And worst of all, you couldn't get yourself to tear your eyes away from it.

You watched idly through the crack of the door, almost in a trance-like state while the creature continued to eagerly swallow down its limp prey. The body was now two-thirds of the way inside the giant rabbit's stomach and you happened to notice the clothes the person was wearing. It was hard to tell from the lighting as well as the position the lagomorph animatronic had it in. As soon as it flung its head back for another powerful swallow, you instantly recognized the muted orange pants and black shoes. Upon this dawning realization, your heart sank.

“Oh God no,” you whispered, covering your mouth as you watched in disbelief.

You didn't want to believe it. You wished that none of what you witnessed was real.

The person that the creature was devouring was none other than Jeff.

You were frozen in place out of terror, on the verge of tears. There was nothing you could do to save Jeff and there's no way to tell if he's even alive at this point. Not without alerting the lagomorphic creature. The worst that could happen is if it decides to devour you too once it's done scarfing down Jeff.

Fuck. Why is all of this happening to you?

Within seconds, the creature managed to slurp and gulp down the rest of Jeff's body, letting out a satisfied growl as its meal traveled down its throat and into its now plumpish belly. You watched it rub its prey-filled stomach in utter horror. This isn't real, you thought. This shouldn't be real. You couldn't accept the fact that Jeff, the pizzeria owner that you knew as a lethargic loser, was eaten by a walking animatronic rabbit. You weren't even sure if that thing is even an animatronic to begin with.

Your hands flew up to your mouth as you started to hyperventilate, trembling so much to the point where your legs gave out from under you. To your misfortune, it drew the creature's attention, turning its head towards you through the opening of the door. Its glowing cyan eyes gazed upon your fearful form.

“Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit…!” You never felt so helpless and scared in your life.

The yellow rabbit began to walk towards the door, which made you panic even more than you were now. You could do nothing but inch your body away from the door, arms and legs trembling dangerously from being struck with terror. Your heart began to race and you had this spinning sensation in your head. More than ever, you were extremely desperate to run away from this thing. You kept forcing your body to move, attempting to fight off the fear-stricken nerves pulsating through your veins.

Move.

Keep moving, dammit…!!

You had to keep telling yourself that in order to stay alive. However, once the door swung wide open, any sort of fight you had left quickly dissipated. The yellow rabbit gradually moved closer in short but heavy steps, blue eyes locked with your own. This was it, you thought. This is how you were going to die.

In the matter of seconds, your body became too overwhelmed to the point where you were beginning to black out. Heart pounding out of your chest, head spinning, body visibly trembling. You took one last glance at the yellow creature looming over you before you lost all consciousness. The last thing you heard was a dark, distorted laughter.

The rabbit has now claimed its prize. You were caught.

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You didn't feel anything. You couldn't feel anything. You were drifting in and out of consciousness, not knowing whether or not you were still alive or not. All you saw was nothing but the darkness surrounding you. Although, the image of that monstrous animatronic rabbit was still fresh in your mind. The scene of that creature swallowing Jeff's unconscious body whole; it played over and over again like an everlasting nightmare. You desperately wanted to forget that memory.

A harsh scraping sound abruptly jolted you out of your dream-like state. Your eyes shot open, darting around the unfamiliar room you were in. You attempted to move from your spot, but you quickly noticed your hands and legs being tied to a chair. Seems like the rabbit has brought you here to prevent you from running off. Being tied to this metal chair was just a precaution. Great. Just great.

The sound of heavy footsteps grew louder the closer it was to the door. There was a brief pause before the door creaked open. There stood your captor with its blue soulless eyes and permanent grin. Almost instantly, you went into a panic upon first glance, wriggling and writhing in your bonds that kept you in place. When the yellow rabbit began to approach you, you struggled harder in hopes of loosening the ropes around your wrists. To no such luck, the bonds around your wrists were knotted tightly and barely loosened an inch. All your attempts ceased once the animatronic creature was directly in front of you with a scowl. You shut your eyes and turned your head away from the monster looming over you.

“Please don't eat me,” you pleaded fearfully. “I… I won't taste very good.”

The creature clearly didn't buy into your bluff, leaning over to the crook of your shoulder and licking a slow, wet stripe up your neck. You let out a small, shaky gasp and shuddered from the sudden damp feeling on your skin. The rabbit merely chuckled at your reaction.

“You lie,” the creature said, eyeing your trembling figure.

You tensed up at its response. Shit. You were as good as dead begin tied up and locked in a room. And seeing that the creature is already full from its meal, it's safe to assume that it plans to save you for later. Which, of course, will give you plenty of time to come up with a way to escape.

The yellow rabbit brought its large hand under your chin and turned your head to face him. You were still tense in their presence, eyes shut tightly to avoid looking at the towering animatronic in front of you.

“Look at me,” the creature demanded in a low growl.

You hesitated for a moment, mostly out of anxiety and fear. You couldn't bear to look at it after what it did to Jeff. It honestly scares you, but you had to comply with its demands if you wanted to stay alive. You steeled your nerves and opened your eyes gradually, gazing up at the yellow creature in front of you. It lets out a pleased hum, admiring the way you were looking up at them. Almost in a submissive manner.

“Wh-what are you going to do to me?” you questioned.

The yellow rabbit's glowing blue eyes ran down your body, taking in your small yet curvy figure. You had on a high-impact sports bra underneath your mesh top, which gave your chest an appealing view. Below the waist, you wore a pair of decorative leather riding pants made for night riding. The way it was eyeing you up like a treat on display; it nearly gave you the impression that it had an idea of what it wants to do with you. You're hoping it doesn't involve you ending up dead.

Carefully, the creature lowered itself to your level, inching closer to your face before pressing its soft muzzle against your cheeks. It lets out a small mechanical purr as you felt its hands wander down to your waist and rested there. The rabbit then trailed its muzzle down to the crook of your neck and began to lick and nibble on your neck. You absent-mindedly let out a small whimper as you felt its sharp teeth grazing and pinching at your skin.

“You like this, don't you, you naughty girl?” it asked teasingly against your ear.

In a matter of seconds, you froze up with the feeling of anxiety and shame washing over your body. No. There's no way. You knew in your mind that you should be afraid of what this monster could do to you. However, your body was feeling a certain type of pleasure from this and you cursed yourself for it. This wasn't right, you thought. This thing ate Jeff and you are getting aroused. How fucked up could you possibly get?

One of the creature's hands slid up to the collar of your mesh shirt, quickly tearing it from your body, causing you to yelp in surprise. Thankfully, your bra was spared from being ripped.

The rabbit stopped for a moment to pull away from your neck, gazing into your eyes with intent. Even with its lack of facial expressions, you had an idea of what it wanted but you were afraid to go through with it.

“I won't hurt you,” the yellow rabbit said, cupping your face gingerly with its soft, large hand. For some godforsaken reason, you leaned into its touch and you craved more. “...not unless you give me a reason to.”

You felt yourself shudder. Both in fear and, strangely enough, anticipation.

“I will undo your bonds, but…” The rabbit's hand trailed to your tied wrists, lightly picking at the rope with its claws. “...I will do so under one. Specific. Condition.”

“And what condition is that?” you asked, nearly dreading the answer.

The rabbit merely chuckled, bringing the hand that was resting on your waist to your abdomen. You really didn't like where they were going with its demands.

“...bear my children.”

[sbnkalny]

I walk away I got A Lust got a lust got a lust for death got a lust for death libido in limbo - legs Akimbo! never even ever read a letter I recently received. "Dear dr. Breen. why has The combine seen fit to learn of our guest.