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"So let me get this straight."

The rather large, rotund Zangoose said those words as he sat atop his throne, an ornate crown casually hanging off one of the Pokemon's ears as he slumped back in his seat. The 'Kingoose', as it were, looked bored beyond description as he looked down at the person who had dared step into his royal chambers: a green, impressively nearly-as-rotund deer,...and he had come with a rather strange offer for the 'Kingoose'.

"You. Want to work for me as...like, a predatory mercenary? Is that what you're offering?"

"Y-yeah. Like, I know that you spend a lot of time off messing around in other places. Perhaps you need somebody to stay around here and, you know, 'deal with' all the stuff you might miss."

The 'Kingoose' scowled at the implications of what the deer was saying. "Do you mean to say that I am not capable of running this kingdom myself?"

"Oh - no- of course not, Your Majesty, but...everybody needs help sometimes, you know?"

The Zangoose stopped for a moment. The deer certainly had the figure of somebody who could call themselves predatory, and he did have to admire the sheer strangeness of the offer he was being given. Perhaps it would be entertaining to humor the deer, at least for a moment...

"Well, I do have to say that it is a rather strange offer, but strange enough to pique my interest. Of course, we will have to run a few tests to see if you are truly worthy of serving beneath me. Tests that a powerful predator like yourself should have no problem passing with ease..."

"O-oh! Of course! That makes sense. What exactly did you have in mind?"

The Zangoose just slowly got up from his throne, standing off to the side and patted the plush seat to seemingly offer it to his guest. "If you can stand being a cushion for my throne for a whole hour, without begging to be swallowed up inside of it and churned into kingly pounds, I think *that* would show your willpower as a predator."

The deer froze in place for a few moments as he thought over the Kingoose's offer. "That...yeah, that would be easy! I can do that, no problem..." he eventually provided, trying his best to exude an air of confidence in front of the person he might end up working for! The Zangoose just raised one eyebrow as a smirk formed on his face. "Oh, I think I'll be the judge of that.~"

The Pokemon slowly got to his feet, his luscious curves jiggling and the fact that he wasn't wearing any clothing besides that crown becoming very apparent as he stood off to the side, patting the place where his royal rear once sat and motioning the deer to come forward...the cervine seemed a little bit distracted at first by his liege's sheath and orbs so casually dangling out for the world to see, but he soon shook it off and started to ascend the stairs towards the king.

The Zangoose's throne was already rather plush and comfortable-looking, so the fact that the deer's face was going to be used to pad it even further seemed a bit...excessive. But what was royalty if not excessive? "So, uh, do I just..." the deer asked as he turned around as if he was going to sit in the chair, crouching down so that it was his face that was going to land and not his own rear! "Yes, yes, just like that. I'd make sure that you are in a comfortable position, since you're going to be down there for quite a while.~" the king replied, motioning for the deer to move forward until his face was right on the center of the red cushion. "Alright...I'd take a deep breath if I were you. Royal musk doesn't exactly have a high oxygen content, so I've heard..."

Those were the last words the Kingoose said to his new seat before turning around, the deer getting the ultimate front row seat to the soft, thick, white-furred cheeks as they slowly started to descend down upon him. A fluffy tail rested on top of the crevice between the king's glutes, the Zangoose reaching back to spread apart one of them to reveal a musky, flexing and clenching pucker to the deer right before it made impact!

The dear grimace as he felt the Pokemon take a seat on his face, the strange and unusual situation having not as much aplomb and fanfare as he thought it would...it seemed the king really did do this often with how blase he was treating it! The experience felt like being smothered by an incredibly warm, fluffy pillow; the deer couldn't deny that the Kingoose's rear was actually quite soft and plush, though with all that weight being bared down on him, it wasn't exactly comfortable. Then...there were the other senses. A slight, salty dampness of sweat, a powerful and tingling musk that made him feel ever-so-slightly dizzy just from breathing it in right now...and, oh god, the king was reclining back now! Really putting all of his impressive weight onto the deer's face...

"Aaahhh...there we go.~" the Kingoose said as his back touched the chair once more, wiggling his hips back and forth a few times until he felt the deer's snout slide perfectly between his plump, squishy cheeks. "Oh, how rude of me! I didn't even catch your name before shoving you down there..."

The deer whimpered and tried to nudge the king off of him to get that little extra room for lungs before answering. "B-Brett..." weakly came his voice from underneath the Pokemon, just barely audible through the thick layers of white, fluffy ass fat that were currently resting on his face. "Brett? Lovely name. Though I think a more fitting name for you right now would be 'cushion'..."

Brett gritted his teeth as he heard that, trying his best to not let the implication...affect him. He had to pace his breaths, keep as calm as he could unless he wanted to pass out underneath here; because it was pretty clear that the Zangoose was not going to be moving for the next hour. He needed to stay sharp, and not let the king's teasing get to him. God, a whole hour though? He already felt like he had been smothered by ass for an hour!

"Hope you don't mind if I..enjoy myself while you're down there." the Kingoose said gently, lifting and wiggling his hips around on top of Brett's face for a little bit as he repositioned slightly. Brett wasn't exactly sure but he meant by "enjoy himself", but considering the position he was in, it most certainly wasn't innocent...! And, of course, the deer was right. The king had started to finger his sheath and fondle his balls a little bit, his shaft emerging as his hind end started to grind back and forth on Brett's muzzle. Just the thought of smearing his scent all over this deer's face was more than enough to get the king going, and soon, he was rubbing his thick ass all up and down Brett's snout, unashamedly jerking himself off while he felt his seat wiggling and squirming and letting out muffled complaints as things only got hotter, sweatier, and muskier down here. It had to at least have been like, 15 minutes at this point, right? Oh, if only there was a timer or something around here...

Time passed. The Kingoose's heavy scent continued to invade Brett's brain and break down his inhibitions, even as the Pokemon stopped teasing Brett so explicitly and just...started to go about his day as normal! Attending to matters of the kingdom, sending whomever he saw fit to the dungeons...and, perhaps it was that banality of it all that made Brett even more flustered. He really was just a seat cushion for the duration of this test, and nothing more...! In fact, it would probably be impossible to even see Brett unless you got close enough to be next after...well...after the Kingoose attended to the business he had with the deer. It certainly wouldn't be too long before his mind was completely broken down there. Even as the king went about his day like normal, he knew that he would soon feel that fleshy contact being made, and then he'd get to feed his ever-so-slightly rumbly royal tummy...

And while the king went about his business, those around him barely even reacting to the fact he had somebody hanging out from the underside of his throne, Brett was facing an enormous challenge to his usually-strong feelings of self-preservation. His lungs were starting to tingle and burn a bit from the lack of oxygen he was getting down here, and the heat and the musk only continued to make him dizzier and ditzier. Time just melted together into meaningless nothingness down here. All that the deer could feel was his body, the adrenaline pumping through it, the thoughts racing in his head about whether or not he would be able to get through this to see the other side of the Kingoose's ass...there had to be like, only a minute or two left, right? He had been down here for ages, letting the king press all of his weight down on him and use him so thoroughly...was that his own sweat beading down his snout, or was it the damp muskimess of that royal rear? Did it matter? He was so close, just a few more moments and he could finally breathe free -

*MRRrft!*

That vocalization jiggled the Kingoose's ass fat just long enough for him to realize something was going on underneath him. "Hm? I think you are going to have to speak up down there..." he casually responded, lifting up his right cheek just barely enough to tease Brett with the thought of freedom...and to give him just enough room to perhaps speak the tiniest bit more clearly! Brett still couldn't breathe down here, but the release that came from not being completely smothered under here was then enough of a break for the deer...for a moment, all those thoughts of giving in, of pleading and offering himself to the king, they all faded away. Perhaps, now, he could summon the strength to slip out from underneath the goose and get out of the mess he had put himself in -

*THUMP*

And then the king very quickly put an end to all of those thoughts, slamming his ass back down onto Brett's face and instantly swallowing a good part of his snout up into his musky, tight rectum! "Ah! Well, I do have to commend you for reaching the 45 minute mark, but unfortunately, I'm *pretty sure* you were just about to tell me about how much you wanted to be sucked up into my ass. And, well, if you weren't, I'm sure you'll change your mind in a few minutes here~" the king teased, Brett barely able to hear those words considering his ears were currently being assaulted by the squelchy, slimy noises of his own consumption! Brett was in full-on panic mode at this point, the deer desperately trying to push and press against those asscheeks and thighs that had been his world for the past hour or so as his snout and face were smothered by slimy, hungry bowel flesh. A very earthy, musky odor came from deeper inside the Kingoose's bowels, the smell causing Brett to cough a few times just from how potent it was...and there was really nothing he could do to stop himself from being sucked deeper!

The thing that bothered Brett the most, though, was that...the king was right. He was sure if he lasted a few more seconds underneath that ass, he was just going to blurt out something so embarrassingly acquiescent...that musky softness, it was just somehow so alluring. Hhf...He was nowhere near enamored enough with the king's rump to willingly and truly say that he wanted to be given up to it, but it seemed like the Zangoose had gone ahead and skipped that part entirely. No need for any internal struggles, except the kind which would take place deep in the Pokemon's bowels and scratch those itches inside of his body! The Zang's stretchy innards handled Brett's somewhat-nubby antlers with ease, using them as little more than a nice textural addition to the already-enjoyable process of sucking someone up into his rear. The Kingoose's adept butt made short work of the deer's neck and shoulders, the Zangoose just wiggling his ass side to side every now and again to get around those problem parts of the living, wiggling dildo he was enjoying. He had gotten a good grip on the deer, now his hungry innards would eagerly do the rest for him!

In fact, it was already happening to an extent. Brett could feel those musky, slimy bowel walls squeezing tight all around his face and neck, completely enveloping the deer; almost suckling on the upper half of his body to pull him further into the winding maze of guts without the Kingoose needing to do anything at all. He could just recline back in his throne, one hand rubbing and pressing against the bulges that were starting to appear in his lower belly and the other stroking the shaft that was tightly pressed up against it. "Oh, it's so cute that you are keeping up the whole 'i'm not ass food' thing in there by the way. With those acting chops, you could have been made a jester in my court...but I think my hips will be a better place for you.~"

The Kingoose accented that powerful tease with another clench of his thick, hungry tailhole, easily sucking up the entirety of Brett's chest in one tight muscular contraction. The deer could feel the Zangoose's donut wrapped firmly around his waist now, like a tight, wet belt that was constantly squeezing inward on his midsection, so much that he had nowhere else to go but up! "Mmmh, and you slide up in there so nice and neat, too. Even cleaner than how you would slide out, I imagine..." the king wondered aloud, drumming his fingers on his bulging stomach as it continued to grow with every clench his bowels made...Brett's face immediately reddened as he heard what the king said, or at least what he thought he said. He couldn't, he couldn't mean THAT, could he...? Was his consumption so much of a foregone conclusion that the Pokemon was already talking about what would come next? Honestly, it wasn't even a certainty that Brett had heard him right, with all the slimy and squelchy noises that continued to assault and overwhelm his eardrums. Just another reminder of how deep he was inside of the Kingoose's body...

The king did mean what Brett thought he meant, though, and the deer had heard it loud and clear in this specific instance. Those guts were going to take everything they could from him, and simply expel the rest once they were finished, and there was nothing the deer could do but wait for it to happen. It was just his twitching hooves that stuck out from beneath the king's royal rear, and even those would disappear in one casual clench, whenever the Kingoose decided he was finished with his butt toy. He could decide to hold on to the deer for hours on end, milking every last one of his squirms for his own pleasure, or he could just let his body seal away Brett effortlessly.

In reality, it turned out to be somewhere in the middle. Occasionally, the king would squeeze his pucker around Brett's legs and hooves to get a few extra squirms out of the deer, but otherwise, he was done. A casual *shllrp* barely hit the Kingoose's ears as the last of Brett was pulled inside of those sweltering bowels...despite how long he had been in here, the environment wasn't getting any easier for him to tolerate! Every clench, every ripple of peristalsis pulled him into slightly-tighter tunnels, the knowledge that the stomach up ahead would offer some marginal room the only solace for the deer in this moment. He knew what would be coming next, that he was going to be churned into nothing but some extra squish for that royal rear...hhf. Is that really what he wanted? Did he honestly think he would have a chance at serving under the king? Or did Brett just set himself up for failure?

"I think I'll retire to my quarters for the evening." the king informed one of his courtiers some 15 minutes later, slowly beginning to stumble off of his throne with a heavy gut SLORSHing and gurgling with every step he took! Brett was somewhere in the king's small intestine at this point, the tunnels somehow getting even more compact in this part of the Pokemon's body. Every rippling contraction squeezed what life was left out of the deer, a kind of mechanical digestion that more than prepared the meat for that royal cauldron. The king had to cradle his fat, noisy stomach as he made his way down the stairs and started to waddle off towards his private quarters, a very large and stiff erection riding up against his stomach, available for anyone to ogle! Perhaps he would invite a lucky someone in to help deal with that later on in the evening, but for now, it would be him and him alone enjoying his meal in peace...

All that movement around Brett was kicking the Kingoose's guts into overdrive, and by the time the king laid back down on his bed, Brett could already feel his head being pressed through an even-tighter opening deeper inside of the king! Instantly, the musky odor of the bowels was replaced by the much more acidic, striking tingle of stomach acid and bile, letting the deer know exactly where he was ending up in case there were any doubts. "Mmh, welcome to my royal chambers, Brett. Not many people get to see the inside of this room...though, I guess you can't really 'see it' see it. Still, just thought you would enjoy that little bit of trivia, before you start liquefying in there..." the Zangoose teased, patting his groaning, gravid stomach as the bulges inside continued to shift and punch out while Brett was tucked inside. A token resistance; as that was all that the deer could really offer at this point.

A few more powerful contractions pushed the rest of Brett through into the king's stomach, the food-deer whimpering as he felt that tight sphincter closing shut around the tips of his kicking hooves...tight, hungry belly walls tensed around every part of him, forcing the king's meal into a haphazard ball of fur and bleats as the Zang reclined and idly jerked himself off in the process. "Oh, and I do hope you don't mind sharing some room on my glutes. After all, you're most certainly not the first meal that's delivered yourself to me like this..." he ribbed, a deep belly laugh giving way to a thick, sloppy *BEEeeellLLCHHH* very unbecoming of royalty like himself! Good thing the only one around to witness it was busy being churned into Pokepudge~

That burp rocked Brett's world, literally; the gut shook and rumbled all around him once all that air left, even lesser of a cushion now standing between Brett and those walls that so badly wanted to melt him down into fat and calories...and with the Kingoose just lazing around in bed right now, absolutely all of his energy could be directed towards making that happen! Occasionally a hand would press down into that thick, sludgy belly, immersing Brett even deeper in the stomach soup that was beginning to surround him, gradually softening the meaty cervine inside and bathing him in those tingly enzymes that so badly wanted to mulch him up. Wanted to do the same thing to him that he had done to so many before...

*UUUuuOOooorrrppp...*

Even the Kingoose was caught off guard by the eructation that rocketed up his throat, especially because it felt like there was something more than air that came out with it! The Zangoose leaned forward, looking at his groaning stomach and keying in on what looked to be a spittle and drool-soaked antler of Brett's, having completely broken off during the process of digestion...or, the tight trip the deer had up into his stomach! The king just chuckled as he reached forward and grabbed the white, nubby horn, casually wiping off some of the gunk before twirling it around in his hand absentmindedly. "Ohoho, even providing me a little souvenir, hm? Well, I think it would be rude of me to not put it to good use..."

With the broken antler in one hand, the Kingoose reached down to his waistline, spreading his legs apart and hitching his rear end out a little bit to make things more comfortable as he attempted to lodge the antler between his cheeks. The horn was clearly not made for this kind of thing, and it took quite a bit of elbow grease to get his pucker to stretch open again enough to fit the tip of the antler inside, along with the beginnings of the shaft. The Zangoose's gravid, deer-sludge-filled stomach sloshed and GLLLRRRrrrgl'd with every rocking back-and-forth motion the king made, one hand pressing that antler further inside and then pulling it back out while the other lewdly stroked at the fat, pink-tinged phallus that had emerged from between his legs once again. This time, there was a lot more gusto to his movements, though; the king was entirely planning on spilling a load or two over his stomach as it worked on acquainting Brett with the concept of being gut fat.

"Ohrrmf! So much texture, so different than the rest of you. I might end up keeping this around as a more permanent toy, honestly..." the Kingoose complimented Brett's biology as another one of the nubs slipped into his asshole, stretching it out quite a bit and sending a throb of pleasure right through the 'goose's body towards his cock. He honestly didn't expect much out of this makeshift toy, but he was really enjoying this! Just another hedonistic act of pleasure to pile on top of all the rest, his stomach still working on mulching down the barely-conscious deer who that antler belonged to. The constant sloshing and thrusting was very much helping mix the deer up with all of those tingling enzymes and hungry acids, keeping up the pressure that squeezed inward to destroy and engulf Brett's weak, wiggly little body...

The Kingoose bit his lip as he got more into his little session, feeling his stomach lurch and crunch proudly as Brett melted away inside. "Mmf, not so solid now, hm? I think a few hours in my bowels might change that a bit..." the Zangoose rudely teased as his movements sloshed around all that sludge inside of his guts, the thick chyme gradually being pumped back into the very same intestines that Brett had journeyed through earlier! This time around, though, he was very much in a different form, one more susceptible to the movements of the Kingoose's body as he used Brett's antler to get off. That thick cervine soup sloshed and glorbled with every move that the Kingoose made, the predatory king delighting in the noises that came from his bowels as he pumped forward and back, forward and back, getting so close to...

Orgasm. The Zangoose's body deflated and relaxed as he blew a fat load of royal cum all over his deer-filled stomach, some of the thick, intoxicating stuff dribbling down the sides of the Pokemon's stomach as it continued to burble contentedly. It had been a while since he had a suitable breeding session, so there was plenty in the tank for the king to spend all over himself. Brett's antler was wedged up inside of the king's ass all the way to the third nub, the Pokemon taking a few deep breaths and enjoying the aftermath of his orgasm before relaxing his body and starting to gently tug the antler back out of him. "Goodness! You certainly got a good bit out of me, huh..." the Kingoose commented as he pushed and pressed against his thick, sloshing tummy, still feeling everything sluicing through his deeper guts. "Rowland! Get in here and lick all of this up, won't you?"

After a long "conjugal visit" with one of his courtiers, which ended up involving quite a bit of belly rubbing and worship alongside licking up the mess the king had made, the Zangoose retired to bed for the evening, his stomach is still gravid and filled with sloshing, churning meat. Brett, or, what was left of him, was sluiced and fed back through the bowels that he had slid through just a few hours earlier. All that the deer was, all that he had done and ever would do, compressed to a hedonistic night of pleasure, and a good couple of inches of soft, squishy fat along the Pokemon's waistline. Just a bit of extra adipose for the Pokemon to show off how well-fed and voracious he was, compacting even other ruthless predators to his ass in such an easy way. Just some extra cushioning for his already incredibly-soft throne...

But, even a digestive tract as powerful and thorough as the Kingoose's would have something left over by the time it was finished with a meal. And, as soon as the Pokemon woke up, stretched his arms, felt up the gains Brett had added to his swirl-patterned gut...he also felt a familiar, delightful pressure in his deepest guts, emphasized by a healthy *BLuuRRRrrrggg...* that jiggled his tummy a little bit with how strong it was! "Ohh...so eager to leave, hm? And here I thought you were enjoying yourself in my guts. I do suppose I owe you the courtesy, though, for being such a good meal~" the 'goose said to his corpulent stomach, idly fingering his navel as he slowly got up out of his kingly bed and trotted off into a small, though no less ornate room at his bedside.

The king delighted in the squishy feeling of his haunches as he squatted down on his other "throne", eager to pass what was left of the deer and close the book on this rather pleasant encounter. He grunted a little bit as he sat down, jump-starting his bowels to start pushing out a long, uniform log of used-to-be-deer. "Oh, such a smooth exit as well. You really were a good meal~" the Kingoose teased as he heard the first bit hit the water, the Zangoose possessively groping the extra fat on his gut as he felt more of Brett slide past the pucker that had so easily and eagerly swallowed him up. His guts had really done a number on the deer; not even the other antler survived, melted down and compacted in with the rest of the waste. Once the king flushed, the only record of the deer ever existing would be on his waistline...

A few more bits slid out of the king's asshole before all was said and done, all the pressure inside the Pokemon's bowels finally being released and leaving nothing but a satisfied, plump Zangoose. "Well, Brett, I'm afraid you failed the 'initiation', but I'm glad to say that you've still found a permanent position within my kingdom." the king said as he wiggled his fluffy tail with aplomb, slowly getting up from his throne and casually wiping a few times before nonchalantly flushing everything down into the sewers. Perhaps there would be another plucky volunteer like Brett today, or maybe the king would have to devour a prisoner or courtier to satisfy himself. The only way to know was to get out there and take a seat on his throne...