It's been a while since I've uploaded something, this is due to an exam I had, so I had to revise a lot.
Anyway, have some female anthro Flygon vore, with a story!

A huge thank you to  smuxray for writing the story, I absolutely love it.

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“Shhh, everything will be alright…”

The Flygon anthro spoke soothingly to the human-shaped bulge in her midsection, massaging it with her claws. The Kirlia she had stumbled across an hour ago, wandering hopelessly through the sands- she was skin and bones, and even had the Flygon willed it, she doubted she could have gotten the poor girl to safety. Although she regretted it, situations like these were the most logical times to take in the nutrients she needed to sustain herself. This Kirlia had strayed from the safety of her city lifestyle and gotten lost in the desert, and now she would forever become a part of its ecosystem.

“Shhhh…” the Flygon repeated as her meal offered some weak struggles of resistance. She placed her claws on the bulge of the Kirlia’s head and carefully pressed it down, squeezing the balled-up humanoid down to her abdomen, deeper into the digestive embrace of her body. A muted cry emanated through her thick, rubbery flesh, drowned out by a loud gwrrrn from her needy guts. “Just relax and let me claim you, little one… You won’t have to fear much longer.”

The Kirlia wriggled for a while longer before going limp beneath the Flygon’s gentle stroking, relaxing into the soft, slippery walls all around. She would slowly be lulled to sleep by her host’s belly rubbing and the wet, quivering cradle she was held in. Eventually she would seep into her surroundings to become one with the strong dragoness, reluctantly accepting the protection found beneath her smooth, stretchy skin.

The Flygon retired to her den with a belly grumbling in strain of the impossible task presented to it. By the time she awakened the next day, the bulge would be gone completely from her middle, returning to its natural, slender state, and the mass of the Kirlia would be redistributed to the most suitable storage areas on her body; her roomy ass cheeks and the tender, lengthy corridors of her thighs.

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The dragoness’s eyes fluttered open as she slowly awoke, reflexively running a hand down to her belly to check on her occupant; fully converted. She sat up and squeezed at her booty, gauging how much her little friend had added to her. And the answer was… more than she had thought. Her rear had become indecently plump and perky overnight, a fact that embarassed her more than it pleased her.

“Hrrmf…” she grunted as she pinched the thick, juicy flesh between her digits. She pressed the fatty globes together and they reshaped themselves to embrace the base of her thick tail, causing her to bite her lip in trepidation. It was a dark, tight, yet warm and extremely cozy place that the Kirlia would now find herself. And the Flygon couldn’t deny it felt nice to possess the girl on her hips, but still… she had a lot more meat on her than she expected. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe she could have made it on her own…

...No. The dragoness stood up. I did the right thing. It was unavoidable…

She ran a hand down her succulent thigh, burdened with the weight of her newest companion. Her suffering is at an end, and she can rest peacefully… She will sustain me, and I will take good care of her.

The fresh fat jiggled a bit as she stepped outside into the warm sunlight to wander her realm. There was never a shortage of lost souls in need of rescue, it seemed...

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Bye bye for now, and don't forget to wear your seatbelt.

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