Right and Might
Right and Might, Pt. 4
RIGHT MAKETH MIGHT, PART FOUR
“BUBBLES!!!” Kale exclaimed gleefully as he launched himself through the air, spinning around and pirouetting like a ballerina as they all joined in the festivities at a dance club. Techno music was blaring loudly, the foam bubbles rising up to their waist as people grooved around, doing mixtures of Latin American-style dancing, “Hippity-Hop” as Lillian T. Gardevoir put it, and, well, grinding. Lots and lots of grinding.
...among other things.
“I can smell the snoogy-woogy from here.” Conch said as he plugged his nose and squinted his eyes, sticking out his tongue as Puzzle patted his head.
“Hey, be glad they just let you in.”
“Shouldn’t be concerned that they DID? He’s TOTALLY underage.” Lillian insisted with a pout, coughing slightly, her stomach feeling like a thousand worms were wriggling inside.
“What else would you expect from a club owned by-oh. There he is.” The Bat pointed with a sharp claw, leveling it at the disc jockey across the enormous pit filled with dancers, “snoogy-woogy juice” and bubbly foam.
“Let the foam wash away all your insecurities.” The grey-skinned, black-t-shirt-wearing anteater insisted as he waved one hand in the air, his Mohawk’d head bouncing back and forth. “Let the party have no end!”
“So what’s his power?” Sally the Snake asked as she tilted her head to the side slightly, looking confused.
“He sucks.” The Bat explained.
“Yeah?”
“And he blows.”
“Well I could tell THAT, but what’s his power?”
“AH-”
“Ha-ha-ha! See ya ‘round. Us girls are gonna have a talk while you take care of the business.” Sally said calmly, slithering off around the catwalk that surrounded the pit, heading for a hallway some distance in the back, lined with circular, pulsing neon lights as Lilly walked alongside her, strutting her stuff, getting a few catcalls and whistles, all complimenting her on her FINE breasts. Eventually they made their way to an open room with a private couch and table, guarded by a normal-enough-looking human.
“Can we rent this room for the next few hours?” Sally asked of him.
“You can HAVE it for the next few hours free.” He said, nodding firmly. “That’s what they’re there for. I’ve even got a cute lil’ “Do Not Disturb” sign.” He added, pulling out a small door-hanger from his coat pocket, eyebrows flittering above the thick sunglasses he wore.
“Thanks!” Lilly said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before she and Sally headed inside, the man pulling the door shut behind them as the two sat on a couch, Sally hearing a nervous squeaking as she took a look underneath to find a terrified little Micro fox.
“Hiding away from the big guys and their big feet, huh?” She inquired of the little thing, pulling it out with the end of her tail, Lillian patting the thing on the head.
“Y-Yes...” It whimpered.
“What’s your name?”
“J-Jiran, p-please don’t eat me!”
“Aww, don’t worry, I won’t eat you.” Sally insisted sweetly, shaking her lithe head back and forth, a tender smile on her face. “I’m not a cruel predator. I just, as I’ve told my friends, have a unique turn-on...”
With that, she drew the micro fox named Jiran closer to her glimmering wet pussy. She made his bushy little enter first into her greedy cunt, which the muscles moved it even further in; soon his hind legs followed then, his body. Once his body was half way in, she let go him, so she could enjoy the pleasure she was going through as her muscles continued to pull him in. It wasn’t like he wasn’t getting something out of it too, the massaging muscles of her clit were giving him a full-body massage.
She continued to moan in pleasure as he was finally sucked into her womb, forcing the little fox to curl up into a ball inside her. “Ooohhh…that was really, really nice.” She cooed. “A cute lil’ pussy snack. Thanks, little guy.” She said, patting her womb as she felt him squirm a little, getting comfortable in his temporary home.
“So...how long have you been doing this?” Lillian wished to know, scratching her head.
“I’ve been unbirthing for a while.” Sally explained. “As you know, “Voraphiliacs” like us have developed control over parts of our body that would previously be utterly “run on automatic”, much like how a computer will automatically start a program at start-up. Our stomach or mouths or wombs or sheathes or behinds are our programs, and not only can we choose when they “start up”, but HOW they act. It’s a very strange evolutionary development.”
“Well, I always liked sci-fi.” Lillian admitted privately.
“Me too, like the show about the Talking Horse.”
“...Mr...Ed?”
“Yep! It postulates an alternate universe where horses develop larynxes.”
“That’s fantasy.”
“No, FANTASY is any creature besides a very flexible snake being able to swallow something bigger than it’s own head.” Sally said calmly, with a knowing wink at YOU, dear reader. “So what about you? I first realized my...urges...when I was young and fooling around with a few mice I’d caught. I found I got more sexual pleasure from unbirthing than anything else, so I decided to change my lifestyle and become a vegetarian.”
Lillian blinked. “Uh...do you mean?”
“I’m not eating YOU, you’re a PERSON, not FOOD. Sheesh.” Sally rolled her eyes. “You meat-eaters are so weird and stupid sometimes. What about you?”
“...well...” Lillian nervously chewed her lip, putting her tender hands in her lap. “W-when I was younger...I grew up in a forest, and I grew up very clearly aware of what Vore was and what it did to the people around me. I was...nervous at first. My friend Annie tried to help me with my urges, tried to keep me from eating sentients. She tried so hard...she really did...”
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...as with her other meals, the struggling was, sadly, futile. She slowly brought the human head first into her saliva-filled mouth, pushing the struggling teen deeper and deeper down her throat, her head quickly reaching Lillian’s stomach. Her head was now more than halfway down her throat and her hands had just entered his mouth, flailingly uselessly as Lillian kept gulping.
After a couple more gulps and shoves the girl’s head touched the bottom of the Gardevoir’s stomach and her feet were now in her mouth, the Gardevoir lifting her head back and taking one last mighty gulp sending the human’s whole body into her stomach. As the girl was forced to curl into a ball inside her stomach she noticed how WARM and CRAMPED it was, and she tried to kick around in the saliva-filled enclosure, but nothing worked. If anything, the louder she yelled, the more the Gardevoir burped.
The girl could feel the Gardevoir sitting down and leaning against the tree she’d been at, rubbing her full belly and letting out loud burps before, mercifully, the girl ran out of air and passed out, expiring quickly in the psychic plant Pokémon’s stomach. Lillian Teresa Gardevoir patted her stomach, regret flickering across her face as she chewed her lip.
“...what did I just...” She closed her eyes. “I can’t keep doing this, this is WRONG.” She murmured as she lifted her bloated stomach up and made her way up the tree to sleep in its thick branches, curling up in a ball and shaking her head back and forth. “Why is it so hard for me to empathize with them? Why can’t I just bring myself to stop? I don’t NEED to eat sentient beings, for all I know that girl could have cured cancer or something...what am I gonna do? Nothing Annie says has stuck with me...”
Bringing the scent of an Eevee to her. She whipped around, seeing a green-ribbon-wearing Eevee with deep, almost human eyes gazing at her, tail calmly sweeping back and forth, looking into her eyes.
“I need some help.” He said nervously, his voice youthful and soft. “I’m kind of lost.”
An Eevee. Not a human. But wouldn’t this be Cannibalism? He was a Pokémon too. This would be even worse, he was...
Don’t think about that, you don’t need to eat now, she thought to herself as she nervously rubbed the back of her neck. “Y-you need to find a way out of the forest?”
“If you wouldn’t mind showing me the right path.”
“No, no, I wouldn’t.” She said, the Eevee walking alongside her as they made their way through the woods. “What’s your name? I’m Lillian.”
“Brown.” The Eevee said. “My family is unoriginal. I have a cousin named Chartreuse.”
Lillian snorted slightly and tried to stifle her laughter. “I’m sorry, that’s just...pfft...”
“It’s alright.” Brown said, chuckling himself as they kept walking. “Got family of your own?”
“...not anymore. I have a friend who’s family.” She admitted as the wind caressed their back, providing cool relief as they made their way past a beehive, carefully avoiding the buzzing little workers within. “My mom and dad lived long enough to give me a name. But that was it.”
“Vored?” Brown asked softly, sadly, a sympathetic look glinting in his eyes.
“...yeah.” Lillian murmured as she hung her head. “Flame-types did it.”
“...I’m sorry. I’ve lost many of my family the same way.” He told her. “It’s a curse upon Aryion. I wish we could be rid of it.”
“I wish I could be rid of it forever myself...but I don’t know if that’s possible.” She murmured, rubbing her stomach as she nervously chewed her lip.
“Have you eaten sentients, then? Murdered?”
“N-No, but...but eating live prey and...I’m a PLANT, I’m not supposed to...ohhhh.” She groaned and tugged on her hair. “What am I gonna do?”
“I’m only a “prey type”, but I think I can offer you some advice.” Brown insisted as they stopped at a clearing, sitting down on a grassy knoll as he tilted his head to the side ever-so-slightly. “You’re not just a dumb animal, and though your instincts are strong, you CAN fight them. It’s mostly psychosomatic. You are in control. Think that, believe that, and you’ll be able to overcome it.”
“...I wish it was that easy.” The Gardevoir murmured as she laid down on the grass, putting one arm over her eyes and sighing.
She felt him gently lick her cheek and a tingle rose in her as she turned to remove her arm from her face, seeing his gentle expression as he licked her cheek again. She was beginning to feel warm between her legs...
“Hey, cheer up.” He offered.
An idea, a craving began to strike her. “...um...this might sound odd but...er...could you...um...” She nervously began, parting her legs.
“Oh, of course.” He offered. “If you’d like?”
“I-I think I would.” She admitted nervously.
Ok, I’m wet and ready. Time for him to put it to me. Time to... put that tiny tool into that cave that could hold his entire body...oh, poor thing, he must feel so inadequate.
Taking a good, firm grip, he eases his member inside of her, and soon it is firmly is encased in her, not dangling in air. Pleased with this, and seeing her nod, Brown set to work, pounding her vigorously. The Gardevoir squealed in pleasure as the Eevee assaulted his clit, his cock pushing the walls of her insides slightly open as they tried again to clench around his member as it seemed to grow and pulse. The happy and horny little Eevee, who hadn't had sex in a long time, was already leaking pre, drool beginning to fall from his lips. He thrust harder and let out a roar that shook the skies as his seed blasted into Lillian’s sexy pussy, filling her full of cum...
All to make her a little cream filled meal.
“That was wonderful.” He said happily. “Thank you.” He cooed to her, crawling around to look down at her head, giving her a sweet kiss on the forehead...
Before Gardevoir watched the jaws of the surprisingly dangerous Eevee stretch open and engulf her head. The tongue went to work tasting her delicious body as Brown feasted. She was delicious! Absolutely delicious.
Before she could do anything he swallowed and pulled her head into his throat, his lips stretching across the Gardevoir’s broad shoulders as she struggled to break free, his tongue licking and savoring his delicious Pokémon meat. He closed his eyes and growled with hunger, his stomach calling out for her. Another powerful gulp brought the struggling Lillian in up to her elbows.
His tongue slurped over all of her body, every part that he could, savoring the wonderfully delicious flavor like a fine salad with excellent dressing. With immense strength he lifted her up off the ground and tilted his head back, purring happily while she slipped down his gullet.
Lillian whimpered as Brown licked her, her legs kicking uselessly at air. Taking his paws, Brown grabbed her legs and pushed her rump and legs into his throat as his jaws closed past Lillian’s feet and his tongue tickled the toes, which were slurped up like a noodle as Lillian was sent down into his belly.
Lillian felt the Eevee rub over his immense, Gardevoir-filled gut and he let out a mighty burp as he rolled on his side, caressing his belly with one paw, smiling happily.
“Let me out!” She screamed inside. “PLEASE!”
“I’ll bet you ehard that often. Stop. Please. Don’t.” He went on. “Not so fun when YOU’RE the food, is it? This is the problem with people like you. You don’t realize how EASY the circumstances can change. That’s why you need to care. That’s why you need to be more like humans, why you need to feel, to sympathize and empathize. Because at least this way, someone will weep for you as you die.”
“I’ll never do it again...please, I’m begging you, don’t do this...” Lillian sobbed.
“Oh, relax.” Brown said sweetly as he patted his stomach, feeling her face. “I won’t murder you the way you’ve murdered humans. I have a personal “Lazarus Field”. Once you’re digested, you’ll be reformed, returned to normal, your body reconstituted the way it was before I swallowed you down, popping back into existence right outside my belly.”
She blinked in surprise from inside his stomach, feeling light-headed both from the lack of air and from the revelation. “Wait, what?”
“Every time you lied to me I lied to you. You lied about eating humans. But you were honest about you not being meant to eat meat at all. I lied about being a pred, but not about the urges. You can control them. Even channel them the way I did.”
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... “Brown was true to his word. I never saw him after that day, but I made it my business along with Annie to begin a new lifestyle, punishing cruel and evil beings and protecting innocents in our little world.” Gardevoir said. “That’s what brought me to Kale and Puzzle, our shared desire to...somehow atone for the bad things we’ve done in the past.”
“Regret can change the nature of a person.” Sally admitted with a soft sigh. “It has changed you. I can tell.”
“We should probably find out if our friends have finished up with HIM, y’know?” Lillian wondered out loud, scratching her head.
Finished up indeed.
As it were, “Mohawk Boy” was obsessed with...well...suckage. Mostly of his “schling-schlong” as Conch might have put it. So all it took was the promise of sex to get him in a VERRRY vulnerable position. Right now...that position was pants off, head stuffed inside of a horned dragon’s mouth, the shapeshifting Puzzle going to work.
The anteater’s vision blurred with lips, teeth, and drool until a near complete darkness surrounds him, realizing that his head had been shoved into the transformed shapeshifter’s draconic maw. His tongue slicked itself under the Willis’s face and chin, slurping loudly around him, his mouth suckling on the anteater’s head. His murring was much louder now, the dragon finding the anteater so delicious. The hot, wet flesh around Willis’s head felt, in an erotic way, amazing, especially the tongue, and you cannot wait to feel it all around your body. Another hard thrust and, with the help of his clawed hands, Willis was pushed inside to his shoulders. His head was forced most of the way into the dragon’s throat and he could feel himself being pulled in deeper...deeper. The dragon’s cock had slipped out of his behind as he kept swallowing his prey down, inch by inch, covering him in drool, tasting him.
Puzzle’s broad, smooth tongue caressed Willis’s chest as it was guided down his throat. A good tug of his throat (complete with loud, squishy gulp) was all it takes to pull his chest down, leaving the anteater’s stomach between his jaws and head wedged into his throat. He began to sputter some inside of it, understandably upset and turned on at once, hearing the beating of his heart, the hungry slurps and gulps of him devouring you, and Willis moaned out load within the dragon.
He couldn’t contain himself any longer. Willis could feel his cock poke Puzzle’s lips and he could feel himself about to burst right there. A moment before he did, his skilled tongue as sucked it on inside, beginning to lick and taste it. Willis hardly have a moment to enjoy this before he half-involuntarily filled Puzzle’s mouth with his orgasm, leaving him incredibly drained as he emptied himself more and more, providing further flavor to Puzzle’s meal as he let loose a mighty swallow, feeling his butt squeezed into his throat now after the huge gulp, head poking into his stomach.
Puzzle hungrily slurped and gnawed his way down your legs, swallowing hard and rapidly, forcing Willis the Anteater deep into his fleshy innards quickly. The anteater could feel his hands rubbing at the bulges he made, feeling his feet slide down his throat, until all he was...was a bulge in his stomach, ripe for the rubbing. A huge, juicy belch shook him around as he squirmed uselessly inside of him, trying to get his bearings and get OUT somehow. But none of it would work. He was food now.
“WOW, that was...delicious!” Puzzle exclaimed, rubbing his stomach with his clawed hand, licking the flavor off his lips. “It was wonderful to eat him. Too bad I can’t eat you again.” He told the anteater.
“Yes, here you are, surrounded by my dearest’s flesh, the slimey innards of his stomach all around you, soaking you, the sounds of his body non-stop within him...” Kale told the anteater from outside his lover’s stomach. “Go ahead, squirm all you like, you’ll just tire out, and then you should get VERRRRY lightheaded before you pass out. Frankly, we’re going easy on you, at least we let you enjoy yourself a bit before you died. You got off LIGHT considering the women you ate alive.”
“I wonder who else is at this party that’s a “Pillar” the way Willis was?” Kale wondered out loud as they relaxed in the private and spacious office room Willis had let them use for “personal reasons”. “...hey, wait. Where’s The Bat?”