Dr Leaf and Mr Snyde (Post-vore scat scene)
 
WARNING: CONTAINS POST-VORE SCAT, GAS AND WATERSPORTS THEMES. THIS POST-VORE SCAT ENDING IS IMPLIED TO BE FATAL, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
 
 
 
The Leafeon opened his eyes sometime later, feeling the warmth of the setting sun over his fur and the weight of the Liepard's head on his stomach. It groaned lowly, warning him of the gas that had built up inside it, though the sound did nothing to wake the sleeping feline. He squirmed

Chet awoke with a groan, his head pounding as though his heart was in both of his ears. He rolled onto his side as he stirred, knocking a few empty cans off the couch and onto the floor. His hand trailed over the formless slush of his meal as he slowly opened his eyes... only to be met with a white rear, surrounded by a border of orange fur and black stripes. "What the f.."
 
'Frrrrrrtt~!' The tiger's rear responded proudly, his tail raised as he let out the blast of foul gas

-A Christmas Calamity-
 
Spice huffed as he stepped through the falling snow, his tails twitching back and forth in outrage. It was Christmas and he was on his way to the Clearspring inn, having just come out of a heated debate with his team. He still had his Christmas list tucked between two of his tails, a long list of perfectly reasonable demands; a photoshoot with a professional pokemon photographer, nine silver mirrors so he could admire himself from every angle, a new scarf made f

-A Royal Hunt-
 
The Sawsbuck stood in the plains, chewing on the short grass beneath his hooves. Summer was in the air and his horns were covered in the large green leaves that came with the season. Perhaps they were meant to help camoflague him, along with his brown coat he would blend into the trees of the nearby forest with ease. But standing out in the field, he appeared a lot more like a tree that hadn't got the memo that the other trees had decided to move... still, at least the

Red and the Flea
 
The wind swept through the caninu's fur as he held onto the back of his mecha. The Dahak wasn't much for flying, but fortunately the dog only needed to go a little further before he reached his destination. He decided to land on one of the nearby rooftops for good measure, and before long his mecha had switched back into it's walker form.
 
“Can you see the warehouse, Red?” a voice came through an earpiece hidden by his red pilot's cap, “You should be pret

Practical Research
by TastyTales
 
"Okay, class. Let's all take our seats!" The Espeon chimed, waving to the students' desks from her spot by the blackboard. She took the time to adjust her glasses as she looked over at the book on the table, taking a deep breath to prepare herself. She could do this.
 
The classroom was empty, but the weight of the lesson still fell heavily on the Espeon's shoulders. She tried to act as if they were there, treating this just like it wa

Sore Losers
by TastyTales
 
“So then, this is Rusty?” the voice behind the counter asked.
 
The Arcanine puffed his chest out, trying to make himself look as big as possible as he looked up at the counter. He had to look the part; Determined, Powerful, Awesome.
 
“Yeah, that's my dog,” Mark replied with a grin, patting the dog's side. The fire type instantly lost his edge, rubbing his head against the man's leg and murring away in a series of loving grumbles, “Thi

WARNING: THIS IS A POST-VORE SCAT ENDING FOR ANOTHER STORY. YOU ARE ADVISED TO READ THE OTHER STORY FIRST, THOUGH IT ISN’T NECESSARY. PLEASE BE ADVISED THAT THIS STORY CONTAINS POST-VORE SCAT, CUM DISPOSAL AND IMPLIED UB.
 
Extreme EVO[re] Boost: Total Conversion
 
Eevee awoke to the familiar surroundings of his pokeball, and for a moment he considered going back to sleep. It must have been late, he knew because he could hear his trainer sleeping in the outside world. Her shallo