Your hand slams down upon its forehead, bursting an explosion a blast of aura and erupting blue fire for the Pinsir to fly back. The weighted crab anthro collides down on its backside against the puddled dirt, spurting mud to splash out from underneath the shelled being. You release a tired but ready huff, preparing yourself as you slowly walk over to the fallen Pinsir. It appeared that it was still stunned from the attack, lying against its back while grumbling out noises of discontentful pain. Discovering your lucky victory, you heave out an exhale of relief, turning away to leave the Pinsir.
Something holds you back though, as if there was a rope tied around you and the Pinsir which tugged you back if you ventured to far. You halted and looked back at the barely conscious infected creature. If you left it there, it would just regain its composure and track your scent. After it gobbled you down, how many other pokemon would join you in its stomach, digesting away for the Pinsir to just grow stronger and eat even more people? It had to be taken care of.
You regretfully walk back to the groaning feral, prepared for what was necessary. You focused your aura into your hands, ready to strike at the Pinsir's heart. But you stopped yourself from doing that too. What was wrong with you? This thing has probably killed or infected countless others. Although, you couldn't help but feel a little pity towards the anthro. It used to be someone just like you that had a terrible occurrence into falling victim to a horrible force. Maybe you could end it like other non-infected have; by eating them before they ate you. Vore was always an open option, but you never tried it before. It seemed disturbing to swallow something whole and alive, but all pokemon were capable of doing it. Only carnivorous pokemon used it to survive, and only a few demented psychopaths ate things that way for pleasure. Swallowing the Pinsir seemed to be the only remaining liable option, so you gulp heavily on your choice.
Deciding that it would be best to eat the Pinsir to be on the safer side, you grab its thick ankles and stuff its spherical feet into your outstretched mouth as you shut your eyes tightly closed.
The taste was a little sickening at first from wet dirt, but after swiping your tongue across its soles, you actually found the flavor to be...well...enjoyable? Your jaws accommodate the size of the Pinsir's legs surprisingly enough, and you had yet to tear anything so far. Your cheeks bloat out as your tongue willingly began to lick at the plated calves. Sucking in, you brought the shelled creature to slide towards you on the wet floor which occasionally thrashes a leg in reflex. You still manage to gulp again, bringing a large majority of the Pinsir's legs in you which signifies how well things are turning out for you. By now however, the brown crab has shaken its dizziness away and quickly realizes the current situation. The newly awakened feral glares evilly as it hisses at you, kicking its legs inside your throat to force you to gag it back out. You tense your throat and mouth muscles to converge onto the shelled thighs, attempting to not release this Pinsir, otherwise, you'll suffer dark consequences. Yet, you press on and grab his swiping arms to bind them at his sides. Once done, you swallow its entire waist, reaching half way in this deranged process. The Pinsir hisses again, twisting and fidgeting its entire body from being furious by having to be devoured by its intended prey. Your tongue brushes along the hard shell of his back, tasting the rare flavor of the crustacean. You almost catch yourself moaning there for a second.
Its head disappears within yours, followed by its giant claws before they try to pinch at your lips when the ends sink in. Gulping the feral down, a large bulge plopped down into your stomach, giving you a large, yellow belly that sagged greatly out. You fall on your butt from the massive new weight carrying you down, rubbing the delicious meal from the outside as you feel its never-ending wriggles and struggles. Now it made sense to you why predators enjoyed vore. It felt so natural to do for some reason that you didn't have a clue of why you haven't done it to any feral within the infection in the first place! It really amazes you at the fact that your belly could even contain such a beast within such a small organ, or the fact of how amazing it felt to feel your prey strive inside it. If anyone was watching, you'd only need purple eyes to be any different than what an infected would look like.
The rain around you slowly dissolves into a soft sprinkle, and then finally, into nothing. The clouds in the sky above the forest broke, releasing sunlight down upon you and your furry gut. With a few more pats, you stagger up, not used to the newly added pounds just yet as you waddle back out the woods to do what you came through this forest in the first place to do.
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