Fourth part of the Smash vore tourney.
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - <Part 4>
D.K Y.oshi F.ox B.owser F.alco M.ewtwo S.onic K.ing Dedede L.ucario W.olf W.ii Fit Trainer D.uck Hunt R.idley K. R.ool P.iranha Plant B.anjo
Round 4
Tensions in the waiting room are incredibly thick now. The semi-finalists are merely waiting for the arena to be cleaned, but they know that only one of them will be walking out of it soon. D.K has a big, smug grin, purposefully sitting next to L.ucario. The thick musk coming from the gorilla burns L.ucario’s nose, but he tries to keep his discomfort subdued while he meditates. Not that D.K plans on making that easy, constantly nudging and bumping up against him.
D.K v L.ucario
Eventually, the two of them are summoned out to the final match. They meet on the field, D.K bouncing his pecs with a toothy grin while L.ucario stands by with a neutral expression. His aura is more powerful than ever, his eyes and paws glowing blue while his aura sensors float on their own. As soon as the match begins, both of them begin to prepare themselves.
D.K winds up his arm while L.ucario focuses his aura between his paws. The two stare each other down, knowing that one well-placed shot could completely change how the match goes. All of their victories so far have only served to make them both stronger.
L.ucario makes his move first, dashing across the field in the blink of an eye. Instead of using his Aura Sphere, he gets in close to try and knock D.K back with a Force Palm. But as soon as he puts his paw to the gorilla’s chest, his arm is grabbed in a crushing grip. L.ucario’s eyes widen as he’s suddenly hoisted off the ground as if he weighed nothing.
Several cries ring out as L.ucario is slammed onto the ground several times by D.K, just to get thrown into the air and slammed with the gorilla’s thick skull like a volleyball. It sends L.ucario flying across the arena. He hits the ground hard and tumbles a small distance. It takes a second for him to get up, huffing and growling slightly. By the time he’s on his feet again, he can see D.K charging at him, fist pulled back. L.ucario grits his teeth and closes his eyes.
D.K’s fist swings in an uppercut, hitting L.ucario head-on. It takes the gorilla a moment to realize that his fist whiffed right through his target like air. A second after that, a strong kick to the small of his back makes him cry out and tumble forward. L.ucario’s Double Team gave him the chance to use up D.K’s wound-up punch.
The gorilla quickly turns around, throwing another punch at L.ucario. His fist meets the P.okemon’s paw, and the large ball of concentrated aura he had prepared. The resulting explosion obscures the entire field in a thick cloud of smoke. It takes half a minute for the air to clear enough for the results to be seen.
D.K is slumped over against the wall, a massive crack showing where he crashed into it. He’s limp and unconscious, which makes him completely vulnerable to the approaching L.ucario. D.K doesn’t even wake when he’s lifted up by the armpits and brought up to L.ucario’s face. The P.okemon’s nose twitches a bit, but that intense musky smell burns his nose again and makes him wince. He’s not putting that in his mouth...
So, he settles for a more appropriate place. He rests D.K’s face on his chest then pushes down hard on the back of his head. A grunt escapes L.ucario as he wedges the gorilla’s head between his pecs. D.K was already very large, but after adding so many fighters to his mass, he’s a massive wall of pure bulk. This might even rival R.idley as the biggest thing L.ucario has devoured.
Because of that, L.ucario very quickly comes to his first barrier. D.K’s broad shoulders are a struggle to fit in. It takes a lot of shoving and pushing, folding D.K up slightly in order to get him to start wedging deeper. With his arms pushed to be in front of himself, the gorilla finally starts to slide in more, his massive pecs and biceps sinking into L.ucario’s chest.
The process is fairly slow. Even with D.K completely unconscious, it takes considerable effort to put him away. Each flex and squeeze of L.ucario’s chest helps to sink more of the beefy gorilla into him but it feels neverending. Even getting D.K’s pecs put away takes a bit and there’s so much more to go. It’s also about when the ape is coming to again and starting to move more.
It doesn’t take long for D.K to figure out where he is and start trashing like crazy. His legs kick and his body wiggles around. HIs fists clench over and over as he fails to move his arms at all. L.ucario groans and pants, finding the whole excursion even more exhausting. He puts his paws to his chest and grits his teeth, starting to pump aura into them while they work.
D.K’s angry screeching and shouting is well muffled by the pec meat surrounding him, but L.ucario can feel it rumbling deep in his core. He tries to concentrate on that feeling, of his opponent sinking into his chest, each flex of his muscles dragging more of D.K out of sight. L.ucario’s pecs are bulging out at this point, and it gets tighter inside the more that D.K disappears.
Soon, his ass is disappearing into L.ucario’s chest, and D.K’s thick, muscular legs are the only thing left. They kick around wildly, unable to do much to save himself. L.ucario’s aura is helping his chest alone, the flexing growing stronger, his body trying to mush D.K down into a manageable ball of meat. It’s also working him away fast. One flex pulls in more of his thighs. Another gets past the knees. Then to his ankle.s D.K’s toes curl and his feet shake as L.ucario gives the last flex needed to seal him away. And then...he’s gone.
L.ucario’s pecs bulge obscenely now with an ape bigger than himself roughly crammed inside. D.K is struggling as best he can in there, face, hands, and feet shifting around on L.ucario’s pecs as he tries to thrash. The P.okemon is left panting deeply, already worn out from the effort. But he can’t stop now. He keeps focusing his aura into his chest as he flexes it with all his might.
L.ucario’s chest squeezes down on D.K, showing off a finally detailed bulge of the ape inside. And it shrinks down a bit. He flexes again, the bulge a little more muted, and it shrinks once more. D.K is starting to shriek louder, realizing what’s happening, but L.ucario doesn’t relent. Each flex of his chest makes it shrink down as D.K is broken apart and turned into protein for the P.okemon. And each time that happens, L.ucario gets a little bigger all over.
Over and over, his pecs flex and bounce, turning more of his opponent into muscle mass. Sweat trickles down L.ucario’s body and his nose is burned by his own musk. But he doesn’t let up. Even when the bulge in his chest stop showing up and he can no longer hear or feel D.K’s shouting. He doesn’t stop until he feels that last bit of meat break apart in his muscles. And when it does, he throws his head back with a howl.
L.ucario takes a moment to catch his breath and collect himself after that. Slowly, he looks down at himself and runs his paws over his body. He’s nearly doubled in size now. He has thick, powerful muscles all over that twitch and flex with every movement. And the aura...he can practically feel the power of it coursing through every inch of his body like electricity. It feels amazing.
But there’s something else inside of him that doesn’t belong anymore. Widening his stance and squatting down, L.ucario grunts as he feels a dense weight shift within him. A rotten smell fills the air as, slowly, a dense, thick log of shit begins to stretch out his tailhole and slowly slither out of him. It hits the ground with a thud, several feet long and at least half a foot thick. A large leg bone is buried in it with tufts of brown fur. And after that, more start to slide out.
A large pile of dung steadily builds itself up behind L.ucario as he disposes of what’s left of D.K. He can feel each bone stretch him out, and he has to constantly push to help the dense mass out of his body. It gets groans and huffs out of him. This is taking as much effort as devouring him did.
Each log lands with a thud as the pile grows. Another leg bone, a pelvis, and arm bone, a ribcage, the other arm...L.ucario feels the tickle of D.K’s tie sliding out of him. There’s a pause in the process. Then, he feels an especially dense weight slide down and begin to stretch him out. A low whine escapes L.ucario as D.K’s skull steadily stretches him out, jaws open wide as the dense crap pushes through every opening it can. It takes several pushes for L.ucario to force it out, and when he does, an immense sense of relief washes over him as he sighs.
That was finally the end. He stands up again, only a little sore, and quickly goes back to admiring his new form. He pays little attention to the pile he made that was half as tall as him and twice as wide. Mostly due to how the stench assaults his nose. L.ucario can’t decide if he preferred D.K’s smell before or after a trip through his system...not that it matters now.
L.ucario is the winner as the announcer declares. He’s bigger and stronger than ever, and he’s never had such a sense of pride. As he leaves the arena, intent on enjoying his victory, only one thought can come to mind. What is he going to have as a victory feast?