Type Disadvantages STILL Matter
#28 of Just a Series of Things
I was browsing on Twitter and saw this sequence of a Grumpig going ham on a Blaziken, and then it had a bit of a sequel when that same Blaziken was seen trying to "exercise the pregnancy away" and got their Blaziken friend kidnapped and knocked up.
So I gave it a Bloody Seje twist-gender shifting.
"And THAT is why you stay in your lane, boy." A figure was thrown into the ground with the force of someone falling from a great height, a pair of feathered legs sticking up from the burrow created on impact. Another appeared, porcine in build and glowing mysteriously the same color as the legs weakly squirming in the dirt before that dissipated with a chuff. The porcine was a Grumpig, as the strange purple 'cat's eye' in their forehead resonated with power.
And the long-legged victim of being a carrot was definitely a Blaziken.
The latter of which was removed with that same force that put them in the soil, being left to hang and spit out whatever got in their mouth while a concussion barely teemed into becoming reality. "F-f-fuck you..."
"Awww, already coming to accept defeat?" The Grumpig's evil grin was almost villainous enough to bring concern to any onlooker, but what sealed the deal for that plausible perspective was when the Blaziken had their legs spread and a *spnch* resonated through the area. Much to their discomfort, however mildly they flinched from the pinching pain between their legs.
"I'll...g-g-get you for this...asshole..." The weakened avian was thrust onto the ground, left without any reason to be pinned down but still far too worn out to crawl away. But it wouldn't matter, as no sooner was the Blaziken back on the earth were they put in a position with their knees bent in and their face in the grass.
"Oh I'm sure you will...If you can stop wanting to take my piglets...~" The Grumpig's devious plan was growing with fruition, even more so when they aimed their cock-as coiled as the spring of their prior evolutionary form-to the newly formed cunt between the avian's legs and thrust in before they could gather any energy to move away.
"AHHH!" Of course the Blaziken screamed out from the intrusion, but it was only that thanks to the Grumpig's mystical powers. Whatever discomfort to be had from being a virgin was nonexistent thanks to the snug fit of the vagina they were begrudgingly bestowed with, so all that could have been translated to was-
"For a guy that was whining...about not being a forest whore...you stick to your role eagerly...~" The way that porcine thrust into the avian was almost cruel, wide hips barreling into athletically-built ones just to make sure every inch of that cock was sheathed inside that mound. Even more so when he leaned down just to get closer to the subdued chicken's head. "But don't worry, I'm gonna fuck the fight outta you...~"
"Hnnng..." It was true, the Grumpig definitely had a way with keeping to their promises. Already, they promised to beat him to a pulp, strip him of his pride and dignity, and make him into the whore he was born to be as they claimed. And it looks like, judging from how little the porcine needed to give effort to slam all the way to the base of their crotch after some time, their plan was about to come full circle. "Please..."
"Don't worry..I said I was putting...m-my piglets in you, and that's what I'm gonna do...!" Unfortunately, such a domineering face didn't get to expend this much physical effort in many instances, so while his spindly cock throbbed and gathered up whatever juices he could from those reactive walls, he made sure to get the most out of making the bird quiver around him before bringing the tip to that womb.
Cum blasted inside of that pocket space, steaming and thick, taking up just about all the space it could while hardly any of it leaked back out. As said, the Grumpig's cock was spindly, so while it was adept in poking deep, it didn't plug up holes as efficiently as say, a Tauros. Either way, when he was sure his balls were just pumping excess nut into that hole rather than his new piglet playground, he pulled out and let his dick spray on their inner thighs, smacking their ass to make sure they didn't pass out.
Hearing them incoherently whimper a plea brought that devilish grin back.
"Alright, brat. Here's what you're gonna do...You're going to pretend this is just food weight. I don't want my cover blown so quickly..." Uh oh, sounds like this pig's got a bad history, especially with how firmly they bent the Blaziken's head up to make sure they were listening. "If you tell anyone you're carrying, I'll break your mind and make you the forest whore I want you to be. Right now, you're just gonna help me get some young. Got it?"
"...mmm..." The bird looked ready to black out, but one glow from the Grumpig's eyes before a force like no other pinched the Blaziken's clitoris to orgasmic degrees that left them flushing out all that pig slop from their hole as they came immediately. "Y-YES!"
"Good boy. Now clean yourself up. I'll be watching..."
"One more lap, Josey! C'mon, push that food down!" The Blaziken was back, but on the run while another of his kind cheered them on from a log. They too were male, as heard from their masculine tone when cheering them on.
"One more...one more..." The second they passed their companion, they began to struggle to move their legs, but they still pushed onward to finish their last exercise for the day.
Which was more than enough time for that Grumpig to snatch up Josey's friend and pin them down behind some bushes.
"H-hey, what th-" The avian shrieked, but it apparently fell upon deaf ears way before the psychic pig began to smear their sweat-covered cork dick all over their back.
"Shush now. Time to make a piglet playhouse out of you...~" The Blaziken did not like that grin, and they kicked the porcine away to try and escape.
"JOSEY! HEL-" They were quickly silenced by the sudden pinching sensation between their legs, hard enough to not only knock the air out of their lungs but to actually blast off a few crotch feathers. They felt around their groin and gasped when they didn't feel a flaccid member and a pair of modest loins.
No, they felt a fully developed pussy.
And that Grumpig mounted them to take it in one thrust.
"AHHHH! JOSEY!" Unlike the earlier session that left the poor avian defeated, the porcine seemed keen on letting this on seem like they had a fighting chance to resist the temptation of being bred by the Grumpig. But in the end, all that was penetrated by that corkscrew was doomed to submit.
"He's not coming to rescue you, whore. I'd be more worried about how m-many eggs you're gonna be pushing out of your new hole...~"
That got the Blaziken to spit in disgust on the ground. "In y-your dreams I'll let you finish!"
"And yet...!" The porcine grinned to the point where their eyes and teeth gleamed with mischief, only to be followed by their thrusts slamming straight into the Blaziken's clit.
The screams that bellowed through the area should have knocked Josey out of their runner stupor, but alas the exhaustion caught up to them about halfway through leaving the area where his friend had been birdnapped and the weight of the eggs inside of him were making him leak. As his childhood friend was claimed, Josey felt compelled to finger his slit, and right away pleasure began to surface hard enough to make him go further...
"J-josey...!" By this point, it was growing clear that the fight was ebbing away but not fully dying out, which was all the Grumpig needed to keep pumping through their pussy.
Even when he bust a nut in their womb.
"He...isn't coming...to rescue you...he's...MINE!...Just like you...~" The whole time the psychic pig came, they continued to cram their corkscrew inside the Blaziken's cunny and leave their womb stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey, ensuring that the inside of their thighs was a mess of Grumpig gunk while the prolonged sex got the pig raring to blow again.
And again. And again. And again. And again.
"J-j..." By the time the Blaziken could utter something that wasn't just them choking on their own drool, their pussy had been effectively slain, lips so overworked that they couldn't even clench up to stop the excess deluge of piggy cream from oozing out of their hole so profoundly that it sounded like someone emptying a bucket into a tub. They dared to move, but swiftly found that their legs did not work, leaving their ass in the air for the Grumpig to smack while they let their now-flaccid dick rest.
"Right. Think I'll leave you here. See who comes knocking to take you. Now if you'll excuse me...Josey has an intimate date with my asshole.~" The immobilized Blaziken watched helplessly as the Grumpig walked away, the impending shame of what was to befall Josey coming to view-an ass fat and beading with sweat all over.
"N-no..." They weren't having it at all, however. But alas, just as the Grumpig left the scene, something heavy stomped into the vicinity and jostled the Blaziken's arms back down.
"Well well...if it isn't the new forest whore..."