Sent Inside [BAD END]

The Fearow flaps out her wings to brace herself to land, floating down to a flat rooftop high above the infected carnage below. Her feet stand on the flooring, pressing them against your body as they're excessively tight, yet strangely smooth. She picks a taloned foot up and presses it back down against you, except more firmly this time by twisting it side to side against your head, grinding grinding your body on the ground.

You try to squeeze out from the powerful hold, but manage to only obtain a small peck of air into your lungs for your efforts. You suddenly feel a liquid drip onto of your head between her digits. Looking up and expecting it to be drool, you find to your horror that it was actually pre seeping out from her blooming underside lips. The Fearow’s knees bent down as you feel a foot clutch closer around you and pulls you up to her basin of her vagina. To your horror, after you witness so much sexual organ consumption, you had no intention of thinking that you would suffer from such an ending, however, it appears your failure of resistance shall suffer dire consequences; by being stuffed inside this Fearow's crotch for who knows what will happen in there. The large bird nudges your head to firmly touch the blushing pussy, sliding you back and forth against her hot folds to drench your body in their sticky liquid.

You grunt in response as she flops her long tongue out, enjoying your body as her toy with your furry wriggling pleasing her sole and talons. The Fearow grinds your body once she presses it flat out onto her pussy, squeezing you against the fleshy ceiling with her soft rocks of her waist, rubbing you over the sensitive material. Some time afterwards, the Fearow transitions into the next step by plunging your head upwards, which squishes it through the lowering lips and compact around the vagina's new guest! You twist and writhe for freedom while receiving more annoyance for giving the brown bird much more pleasure from before. You felt yourself slide in closer, feeling the slick walls vibrate around from each slight movement you unwillingly give.

Once you are up to your waist inside her and leaves your dangling legs to thrash in the cold air, the Fearow grips them with her foot again and begins pumping them inward and outward. Your upper body would enter the heated wet walls, and was then pulled out, drenched with sticky love juices. Her insides were practically steam off with heat, warming up the consumed portion of your body that have you groan in confusing arousal. The massive avian releases your black furred legs to allow them being swallowed inward to leave your hind paws the only remaining portion leftover. She presses a single talon against your paw pads, poking them in as they wriggle helplessly with the large lips puckering over them, sending you sliding up unknowingly to the womb.

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The Fearow finally unloads the pressure in her waist, splattering her orgasm on the rooftop to weep down the walls for any Redeemer's Grotto soldiers to watch. To some, it disgusts them, others were heavily aroused by the sight, while the rest were left disappointed in a fallen comrade. However, many would consequently be left distracted for ferals to creep from around and capture the soldiers. They struggle desperately, yet many would end up as meals for their infected captors to devour wholly. On the rooftop, the Fearow shivers in the enticing after-effects from the orgasm as she feels a humping bulge travel inside of her waist to her midsection. After playing around at the kicking walls by poking the feathered lump with her wing, she caws out joyously, flapping her wings and takes off into the air to be ready for more meals. In her intimidating dive, she caught two more panicking citizens: A fat Charizard and a small Buneary girl. They would make wonderful unbirthing victims.

They wriggle in her taloned clutches while she lands on another rooftop for them to join the wobbling belly a Lucario struggles in, all the while, the Redeemer's Grotto soldiers were losing the fight against the infected horde, especially without their leader anywhere around to direct them. Many were only sloshing bellies to the ferals, and soon, the entire town's population would become nothing but cum and body fat.

The Infection Continues to Plague the World