”Hah, you look cute in a collar, Kitty!” The Lycanroc says as he rears his ample behind atop his Luxray teammate, smushing his cheeks across the feline’s face and lodging the defeated electric-type deeply between his crack. The Luxray had it coming -- always making it a point to steal his trainer’s attention. Now the feline will be paying it back tenfold as the Lycanroc's thighs level up thanks to his “donation” and become irresistible for his trainer’s affection. Yes… He rolls his bubbly moons over the cat’s face, imagining how much plushier they’ll be after adding him to the padding. The poor Luxray paws against the wolf’s rump to little effect, being forced to experience the dark squishiness of the crevice between the hound’s ass cheeks, a feeling that he would be used to enhance upon reaching his final destination; pressing out from the inside as canine assfat. The Lycanroc moans as his catch slowly goes limp, smothered under his plush cheeks. Now, ass-toy… let me feel you inside me.

The Lycanroc, finished acquainting his friend with his soon-to-be home, slips his boulders off of the kitty’s face and walks to the cat’s sprawled out legs. The collar he managed to click onto the cat has, instead of a leash, a plug at the end. He’s not sure himself what will happen if the Luxray takes a “prolonged stay” in his colon but the prospect of storing his teammate in his ass makes it enticing enough to try. And if the feline happens to slip deeper, well… he’s passed tougher things. After all, this is not his first ass-snack -- as shown proudly by the way his plumpness now molds around the Luxray’s pawpads, reaching the cat’s ankles before the feline’s toes nuzzle up against his quivering anus. Ha-ah… that’s it Mnngph! Kitty, get in where you belong…! His body tenses up as the Luxray’s squishy pink pads puncture his puckered behind and stretch it farther; moaning as his asshole accepts the blue, twitchy digits that begin tickling him from the inside. His inner tubes form a fleshy hammock to caress the Luxray and fold around the feline’s legs as the Lycanroc steps back to ass-swallow more of his rightful meal. Fortunately the cat is still blacked out from the romp they had beforehand, although from the ngph movement inside his loins, it’s evident the kitty will wake soon.


Not wanting to risk the electro-cat having a chance at escape, the rockdog steps back, gasping at the sudden bend his meal’s feet must take to fit inside himself. This is always the best part of the anal route: Feeling his prey confined to his body’s will. His claustrophobic innards jail each and every beast that is compressed inside his bowels. They don’t care what the creature is, all his body cares about is the critter takes up as little space as possible. If that means constricting the monster in a U-shaped bend to fit, so be it. And felines just so happen to bend well. Kitty may find himself with his head tucked up against his crotch with a thin red blanket of flesh separating his body from touching. Held and lugged inside the Lycanroc like this for hours on end until the doggy’s body can absorb him. And then just compressed into a few rolls of pudge on the pooch’s butt, making the next prey’s devourment that much tighter.


Pant… Pant The Luxray’s legs are thigh-deep inside the Lycanroc’s ass at this point with the feline’s own rolls of pudge being sucked inside the wolfdog’s eager tailhole. Soon, the kitty’s body will be absorbed into the superior canine’s form, having the exciting job of transforming from his muscular state into flabby, squishable assfat. Luxray into Luxmush, and then Luxchub to sate the Lycanroc’s carnal desire to flaunt his rounded body about. As the canine’s butt slurps past the feline’s hips and his belly swells to accommodate the Luxray’s lower half, the kitty awakes from his defeat-ridden slumber. He looks to the left, then right, noting how his lower half is oddly warm… then looks down to see his ex-teammate smirking back at him. “Ooh, you’re awake.” Clench! “I was getting worried you’d miss out on the best part.” The Lycanroc rhythmically squeezes his buttcheeks together in unison to his anus gaping and closing to swallow more of his kitty ass-snack. The feline’s furry hide slips down the canine’s red intestinal slide, squeezing deeper and deeper into the dog’s greedy bowels. “Can you imagine our trainer groping you? Squishing your fat, doughy body in between his fingers?” The Lycanroc gives a hard clench, smirking to the sudden expansion of his lower gut. “Or you living as fat on my ass?” Hnng…

The Luxray can only respond with a lonesome Agh! before pleading “P-Please don’t!” The canine waggles his hips and grins, curling his body into a fitting cat stretch to allow gravity to aid in his assbuddy’s descent.

“Tough luck, you’re assfood, Kitty.” Immediately the canine grunts and hefts his jiggly rump as high as possible, causing his pucker to open wide and shlurp the Luxray down low enough that the feline’s chin rests right atop his pelvis. “Breathe it in, Kitty. Breathe it…” Nngph “...in!” The Lycanroc’s rump stretches far enough to let the feline’s cheeks sink down and his face slip into the dog’s ass; from there only a few quick, impulsive clenches are that’s left to finish off the cat. As the Luxray’s hair tufts are engulfed by the dog, the final obstacle -- the collar’s plug -- is pushed in and seals the cat’s fate as wonderfully plush, canine assfat. Ha-ah… He collapses atop his groaning crotchbelly, eyes rolling back in pleasure as his anus clenches over and over to the plastic intrusion trapping his snack in his guts. “Kitty is… s-stuck.”

It’s true: The feline rests just a foot or so deep inside the Lycanroc’s ass, head stuck in his colon still and the rest of the cat snuggly blanketed in the dog’s intestinal grip. A tiny gleam of light travels through the translucent anal plug into the kitty’s eyes; as the canine grinds his hips in exhausted excitement the cat gets tiny glimpses of the outside world through the dog’s jiggly cheeks with red flesh pulsating in his peripheral vision. “Ha...ah…”

The swollen pooch happily rests to the sweet squirmy kicks his bowel-mate produces. With his hefty white paws he gently rubs his gut into submission; groaning in bliss to the occasional mrrowl echoing out of his rump. He keeps the kitty in there for what seems like hours; resting on his side and enjoying whatever resistance the cat can offer. It takes a while, but eventually he feels a new rumbling vibrate through his lower guts and an equally surprising heft growing on his backside. Is… he digesting? The Luxray answers his question with new, vigorous kicks. Except with each kick and squirm, the Lycanroc feels a seeming warmth slink deeper inside him… and then his rear end’s moons become… bigger.

“Oh, Kitty, you’re being absorbed…?” He gives a hard slap on his beanbag belly and giggles at the way his overstuffed innards rumble like a wave pool in response.

Mmrowwl!

“Ha, this is rich! Absorbed inside my ass! Can’t even make it to my stomach. In that case…” The Lycanroc groggily stands up -- only to immediately collapse back down with a shrieking MRROWL! slewing forth and his intestines seeming to contract around the cat even harder. His frontal cheeks blush as once again that warm feeling ignites in his groin and his backside becomes even heavier, happily accepting the Luxray padding and instantly converting it into wonderful Lycanroc pudge. The dog begins rigorously humping his lower belly into the ground to keep that fire in his bowels going, his still-squirming paunch regressing equal to the amount his thick buns grow. While his guts soaks up the Luxmush and continue the instantaneous conversion of cat slop into dog fat, he feels an indigestible chunk find its way through his digestive system. The hard part not just slides backwards through his small intestine but he can feel it plop into his stomach with a disapproving gwrssh.

He stands with his fluffy globes wobbling in tow, bringing a paw down to his smoothed-out, but still sizable, gut and tests the still-struggling muck that is a Luxray. “Almost there Kitty, I’ll have you where you want--”

Bwuuurp!

Clack! A semi-melted yellow star clanks to the ground. The saliva-ridden object shows no sign of any meat left on it, only the particularly tough substance it is managed to survive his hellish bowels. Pah, he rasps, “There we go… that’s a good Kitty...”

“Now it’s time to finish you off.” Stretching back, the dog gives one final, hard slam onto the Luxray’s lumpy form and instantly, any remaining, non-jelloey resistance melts away and is slurped into its dark, jiggly home. Haaah… The remaining globs of cat bulge around the Lycanroc’s inner tubing briefly before dissipating, swelling his bowels out much like a kink in a hose that steadily thins. The remnants last a brief few minutes and then finally the canine’s gut returns to its nearly-flat state. Which means…

”Oof… this is a lot.” The Lycanroc finally observes just what putting an entire Luxray on your ass does to you: His cheeks are outright enormous. Just gently swaying his body produces faint fwap fwap noises of his basketball cheeks cascading against one another. It doesn’t help his thighs below grind into each other’s pudding-like physique. He has to physically evaluate himself to get a good feel for what he’s done. Simply wobbling his teammate butt pudge does not do it justice. He has to feel how soft his malleable orbs are. “Is sitting a good ide… mnph.” The fabulous flab pushes past his hips and sprawls out wider than anywhere else on his body. “He feels heavenly.” Shaking left and right to the rippling pudgy flesh nearly pushes him over the edge. The feeling is downright perfect. Kitty is his butt. He sits on him.

And speaking of… he still has a plug in his gorgeous globes. “Well Kitty… let’s see how you are!” The Lycanroc arcs his back and pushes, gritting teeth as the anal toy plops out of his anus and the following cord tumbles out as well. Then the final part -- Luxray’s collar. Will there be bones with it? ...After properly getting his pucker in a gape, the leather falls out of his ass. Clean. Bare. Boneless. Everything short of the Luxray’s tailstar is Lycanroc fat. Every single ounce relegated and repurposed into something so much more cuddleable. Kneadable. Rubbable. His.

With his pucker closing back up, the dog collapses forward. “Damn… is that really where all of you went?” He thinks back to his trainer, the reason he bothered assing his kittyfriend in the first place. How his trainer will get to appreciate himself and the Luxray together on a whole new level. He’ll be training two Pokemon at once, having to whip his fluffy assfat into shape. And if the Luxray is somehow still sentient, trapped forever inside his cute doggy butt, the statement will be even more true.

“I bet he’ll think it’s an improvement.”


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Thank you  Smuxray and GreyKrow on FA for help with the story!

WIPs with SFW edit: https://imgur.com/a/7yFVG

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