โIโM SUPPOSED TO BE THE HUNTER. GET OFF ME, LESSER CREATURE!โ
๐ฆFail Dom/Submissive๐ฆ
๐ฆ Pansexual ๐ฆ
๐ฆ All โVerses Welcome ๐ฆ
๐ฆ Somewhat Selective ๐ฆ
๐ฆ Open DMs ๐ฆ
๐ฆKinks Below๐ฆ
๐ฆ Likes and Retweets Appreciated ๐ฆ
โI AM NOT THE PREY, YOU ARE!โ
Fat ass Rattata sits on some poor random Minun and doesnt even realize it til like, 2 hours later. Oh well, sure they dont really mind being squished between mounds like those.
"Kehh...my ass feels empty..."
๐๐ง๐ค๐ฅ๐, ๐๐ง๐ค๐ฅ๐,
"Someone wanna mash their face into my sweaty, greasy hole?~ "
๐๐๐ผ๐๐
"Might let you fuck me if you're lucky~."
The cushion was still steaming. Still wafting with thick clouds of musky potent pungency. Your boss had just left. Yet you couldnโt peel your eyes away from where he had sat. The white was slightly grey from the sheer amount of moisture, even reflecting some light due to slime smothering its glossy surface.
Just a single whiff wouldnโt hurtโฆ Just a singleโฆ
Ssssnnrr-RRKK-
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Glossy. Gone. A single whiff of that godly stench was MORE than enough to reset you back to factory default. No matter how you shook your head, nor exhaled and tried to blow your nose, you couldnโt get it out. It was practically a part of you now. Permeating within. Marinating the hairs within your nostrils, forever staining them. You couldnโt pull your mind away.
Snnn-GRK! Snnrrrt!
Images flooded your mind, fantasies indescribable but so real. So tanginbleโฆ You could see the dark, endless depths his crackโฆ The greasy, congealing beads of moisture and miasma where that donut kissed tail base and taintโฆ The musky mire of ballsweat painting every inch of his fat, scaled, cocksmog coated nuts..
But right before you? On that curdled cushion? The imprint of a donut. An obvious circle where that shitter-stink imprinted itself. You needed it. You craved it. You OBEYED it.
The call of that scent curled around your mind, and without worry, without warning, your body pushed you into that print. Perspiration and pungency overrode every slice of logic left. Such cravings couldnโt be containedโฆ
CLICK!
โWellโฆ This isโฆ Interestingโฆโ
Shock wrang its ugly grasp around your nogin as you tried to stand, but he was faster. His tail wrapped around post of that rolling chair and your neck, pinning you awkwardly in place.
โDid I say you could stand? Stop thinking. The interview doesnโt matter anymore, weโll have a place for you.โ
His tone was soโฆ Firm. It felt like every word weighed you down, pushing you further into the cushion. Like a heel grinding into the back of your head. You tried to sneak a peak at him, but he just burried you further into the seat.
โChairs donโt speak. If you want to earn the right to be considered something other than an object, I suggest you do your job.โ
Suddenly, the back of your head was bathed in such a warm, potent stench. Enough moisture pooled down that it felt like that hole was drooling above you. Hungryโฆ Savouring yourselfโฆ
FFRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBTTTTT-
Your eyes shot open. That stench was rancid, mind numbing. Your brain functions practically ceased from a single butt belch.
But it didnโt stop there. His hips ground into you, pushing and turning you around until that fat, sloppy hole was curled around your face. It was so fat.. So plump. Every wrinkle had its own environment. A macro texture you didnโt think possible-
SSSHHHHRRRRBBBBRTTTTR-
Not that you could think anymore. Your lord above didnโt say a single wordโฆ He didnโt mention you. He didnโt think about you. Did one think about the chair they were sitting on?ย
โHnnffโฆ Uselessโฆโ
SHHHHBBLLLRRRTTT-
His hole sucked around your face, swampy and sticky. Innevitable. You couldnโt pull away as his ass became your everything. It stole your ability to thinkโฆ To struggleโฆ To do anything but LOSE. That brain broiling fart flank sucked you in bit by bit. Smothering your existence under his pungent perfection.ย
Your headโฆ
BLLRRRRBBBRRRRTT-
Your shouldersโฆ
SFFFFRRRRRRPPPLLHHTT-
Your chest, your belly, your waistโฆ
SQLRCH!!ย
โYou make for a better plug than a person.โ
Despite his slow speed, the rest of you was sucked in with a single CLENCH. His putrid pungency became permanent. It became purpose. He didnโt care for you anymore, you were just something to fill that hungry, burbling hole. But to you? Your lord was everythingโฆ
SSSSSBBBPPPPLLLLAAAAAARRTTTT-
โFag.โ
[ Art by the amazing Genji!! @GenjiiDaDerg_ ]
[ Evil ass snake featured is Theurak! @LogSpewing ]
๐Mmmmph~ there we go, you make a better ass ssscratcher than an actual living thing~
Been hard enough to ssscratch deep between my MUSKY SSSWEATY GREASY cheeks so I'll keep using your entire body~
Oh, and don't forget to lick my balls clean too~
Submit to my
๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐...~
The moment you press your face against my ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. you will instantly get infected~.
(You already are infected ball slut~.)
โฅ๏ธ + ๐
We've had a bit of a "problem" recently, with certain guests humping the glass when unattended.
As such, the exhibits rules have been updated:
Those caught humping the glass WILL be thrown into the enclosure.
If you even LOOK at him salaciously, you will serve as lunch~ ๐ซง