#urshifuvore

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Heya! I'm still absolutely in love with your milo pok.evore stuff! Would it be possible to get more of milo churning pok.emon into manure? And if you're down could some legendaries be prey? I'm such a sucker for powerful creatures being eaten and processed by just regular humans~ And legit, you're like such an amazing writer, love all your stuff! Esp the disposal~ Thank ya, and hope you're well! <3

That sounds like a fun indulgent thing to do. And I’m glad you like my writing so much, here’s some more for you!

M.ilo whistles as he walks into the locker room. He had another day of getting battles out of the way and just finished disposing of the handful of trainers he processed. He was planning to get into the shower and unwind but he notices that there's a box sitting on a bench with his name on it. He gets gifts like this all the time so he isn't too surprised when he opens it and sees six P.okeballs inside. It seems like a nice snack for him to enjoy after a hard day of work--things like this are why he keeps a healthy supply of burlap sacks in his locker room. He takes one of the P.okeballs and casually opens it, only for the space of the room to be suddenly taken up.

A L.ugia is now sitting in front of him, the P.okemon taking up a lot of the locker room. It seems fairly confused by where it is and leans itself head down to look at M.ilo when it finally notices him. M.ilo was just as surprised, as any trainer would be by seeing a Legendary P.okemon appearing before them. But his stomach lets out a low growl and he remembers what these P.okemon are here for. M.ilo isn't one to fast food or reject a kind gift. The L.ugia's eyes widen when M.ilo's jaws suddenly yawn open and clamp down over its snout.

Muffled cries and wet gulps fill the locker room as M.ilo begins devouring his first meal as casually as he would any other. The L.ugia tries to pull away, but it's head is slurped up rather easily, and it only sinks deeper with each thick gulp from M.ilo. His stomach bloats out as its head slides inside and he begins to work his way down its shoulders and chest, pinning the mighty wings that tried to flap around. Even for something this big and powerful, though, his body works incredibly fast. It's already starting to flex and boil over the Lugia, eager to mulch it down. As M.ilo starts working over its stomach, it lets out a few panicked cries as his stomach seems to break through whatever resistance the L.egendary had and begins to melt it on the spot. With a soft grunt, M.ilo had to quickly grab one of the manure bags he had while slurping over more of his meal. His shorts come off and he squats down over the opening. With a bit of work, a thick, dense log of shit beginst o slide out between his cheeks. The L.ugia's skull emerges first, open wide in a final cry around the shit it had been baked into. Pristine white feathers are now ruined and stained brown, littering much of the waste it's been reduced to. M.ilo starts slurping up its limp haunches and tail while his body works on overtime, pumping it through him and pushing it back out with all the efficiency of a well-made machine. The tail tip disappears with a wet slurp and the gym l.eader's stomach quickly flattens out. Barely a minute later, and the last few logs of L.ugia shit squeeze out with the beast's legs and tail making it up.

Three bags of manure are set aside and the next P.okemon comes out. It's much smaller, just a M.ewtwo, and it seems relatively unimpressed with where it is and what it's looking at. It's nose twitches and it looks at the stinking bags of manure. In that moment of letting its guard down, M.ilo's deadly jaws come snapping down over its head and shoulders. The M.ewtwo is a relatively shorter meal as M.ilo throws his head back and takes a few massive gulps to send it down. His belly bloats out as he slurps up its thick tail and packed it away. A crass belch escapes him while his meal thrashes for a few good seconds. The M.ewtwo likely could have survived with teleportation, but by the time it's oriented itself, the walls close in and M.ilo's body snuffs it out in a single brutal flex. M.ilo's bowels groan and he gets the next bag, letting out a sputtering fart into it before soft shit slops out, the processed M.ewtwo filling it up fast. It's skull sits at the top of the pile, half buried in the stinking muck. Even the man-made P.okemon are delicious, M.ilo decides as he ties the bag off.

His next meal winds up being another large one, but one that he'll have a much easier time guzzling down. A might R.ayquaza is released, forced to coil up to fit in the locker room. It was the perfect position for M.ilo to grab its tail and slip it into his jaws. The big lizard, for all the roaring and thrashing it gave as a response, was little more than a massive noodle for M.ilo to slurp up. It went through his guts fast, too, with the farmer having to start pushing it back out almost as soon as it had entered his gut--it seems like the L.egendary meat he's enjoying is only making it work harder and faster. The R.ayquaza keeps fighting for its life, though, even as it sinks further down M.ilo's gullet and slides out of his muscular ass in thicker ropes of shit, its green scales tarnished by the intense ride through his guts. The dragon's roaring head goes down in a single, hard gulp, and M.ilo pushes it right back out with a deep breath. Its jaws are left open wide in its defiant roar as the bag gets tied off and left with the rest.

M.ilo's fourth meal would be a beefy U.rshifu, who seems to catch onto what's happening rather quick seeing the stinking piles of manure stacked up and the empty P.okeballs at M.ilo's feet. It tires to fight, at least, but M.ilo is still ravenous and overpowers the bear rather quick. Pinned to the wall, it goes limp as those dark jaws engulf its head. The U.rshifu was defeated by a stronger, hungrier being, and it will at least die knowing that--so it offers M.ilo no resistance as he greedily gulps and slurps down its muscular form. It bloats out his stomach for a moment as it spills in, but the grumbling organ near immediately demolishes his body, reducing it down into a thick slop that M.ilo shits out into another manure bag. Dense logs slide out, the bear's muscle mass making up two bags of manure. M.ilo was barely aware of how fast his stomach was working by now--he's hungry and he still has two more snacks to enjoy, so the U.rshifu is almost instantly forgotten once the last of him is pinched off and the g.ym leader is claiming his next meal.

A big S.olgaleo would prove a fair bit more resistant to M.ilo's tank than the rest of his Legendary brethren. A tough, steely hide would take a bit longer to break down as M.ilo works on devouring it head first. It yoewls and thrashes, back legs kicking wildly in the air as the farmer casually slurps it up like the big treat it is. His stomach bloats out as its forced down, the tank groaning and bubbling wetly as it has to work a bit harder to claim this meal. But it will...and it does. The S.olgaleo's back paws and tail go lip suddenly hanging from M.ilo's lips as his stomach flattens out with a deep groan. He sends the last bits of it down with a soft gulp and begins to dump the P.okemon back out into a few manure bags. Each log of shit is incredibly dense, but those harsh platings had cracked and melted effectively, leaving little behind beyond the manure that would be left unrecognizable as the once proud beast.

That only left one P.okeball left, and what M.ilo gets as his final reward is A.rceus itself. Easily one of the most powerful and proudest of all his meals, it should have been the one to fight back the hardest. But it didn't. There wasn't a single moment of resistance as M.ilo began to work it down by its back legs first, working up its haunches and sending its back end down fast. M.ilo didn't spend a moment to marvel the power or majesty of the P.okemon before him--he was hungry, and like the other five before, this was nothing more than food and a few bags worth of manure. So he gulps and slurps without hesitation. His stomach never bloats out once. Whatever it sent down is near instantly processed and pumped along. M.ilo is shitting A.rceus back out again by the third gulp up its legs, and the god of P.okemon is forced to smell the waste he's become as he's steadily sent down the hatch. Even so, he never resists, even as M.ilo moves up his stomach and chest, filling two then three bags with filth made from his body. The farmer's jaws close over the P.okemon's face, and there's one final gulp. And then A.rceus feels nothing at all.

M.ilo grunts as he pushes out a dense skull into the fifth bag. Once it's out, he ties if off and leaves it in the pile with a smile. "This's gotta be my biggest haul yet!" He pats his stomach a few times and it groans in return. Will Legendary P.okemon make for an even richer manure? Suppose he only has one way to find out now. If he's lucky...he might get to do this all over again sometime. Wouldn't that be something!