Smut Project Previews: Now showing Galen scene. (Futa, maids, soft vore)

Okay folks, here's another preview for my big vore story. In this scene we see what happens to those working for the Mawile Chougrak. As a bit of backstory before this Galen was captured by a Lopunny witch who turned her clit into a cock.

Galen's face was flushed red as she looked at herself in the mirror, her slender form somewhat hidden by the elaborate black and white dress. Its frills and white rumpled apron hid the contour of her body, yet about all the frills and lace made her feel embarrassed to wear it. She understood it was something worn by servants, though exactly what activities were expected of such servants she had yet to discern. There was a part of her that found the outfit quite arousing, however, a new part that was making its presence known once more as it created a tent in her dress. Galen's face grew all the redder as she noticed the stiffening rod between her legs press against the soft fabric of her dress. To her initial dismay the she wasn't the only one to notice.
A pair of slender arms draped themselves over her shoulders as a pale head, crowned with blue hair, popped up next to hers. "Oh, so you're the new girl eh?" The shiny Gardevoir asked with a cheeky smirk. "I though I heard rumors of Chou getting his hands on another Gardy, and a cute one at that." She noted cheerfully as she embraced Galen in a hug of sorts.
"...Thanks?" Galen said, slightly confused by the other Pokemon's sudden embrace.
"I'm Douceur by the way, nice to meet you."
"I'm Galen. Who's Chou?"
"Oh, master Chougrak, he's the Mawile who took this area." Douceur explained. "He's probably the nicer of the six, even if he has his strange ways. I'm certainly glad he was the one who caught me." As she spoke the thinner psychic let her eyes wander over her new partner's body, taking note of every curve. Galen's apparent physical shape was a bit of a surprise to her, though Galen's latest "upgrade" came at no surprise. "And it looks like I'm not the only one who's glad." She teased with a smile. Galen's face turned beet red as she vainly attempted to cover her recently acquired manhood. The larger female let out a surprised cry when she felt Douceur's hand slip under her dress and up her thigh.
"H-hey!" Galen protested.
"Oh don't be so shy." Douceur giggled as she pushed the other Gardevoir onto one of the benches. "Consider me Chou's taste tester if it makes you feel any better." The more slender Pokemon dropped to her knees before Galen had a chance to protest. The larger psychic took a moment to actually look over her potential assailant, so thin, so petite, so cute. She too was dressed in a full maid's uniform, the black dress spreading from her waist hiding her slender, shapely legs. The white apron seemed to simultaneously obscure and enhance her bust, completely hiding the chest from view as the corset beneath pushed it up. The ruffled band mounted in Douceur's light blue hair seemed to frame her face perfectly. Galen could feel her new hormones taking over, driving her thoughts away from resistance towards lust. She made no effort to stop the servant as her head disappeared under her black and white dress. Galen hissed out in surprised pleasure as she felt a tongue traveling up her inner thigh, its slick surface effortlessly gliding towards her center of pleasure. “Oh my, you certainly are well equipped.” Douceur teased.
Galen was about to respond when she felt a pair of slender hands drift over he recently acquired shaft. The muscular psychic seemed to melt in Douceur's grasp, allowing herself to become lost in the gentle pleasure she was being given. The light touches and soft caresses began to drive Galen into a lustful haze, the subtle pleasure was such a refreshing change from the heavy handed sensory overloads of the places she had ended up in earlier. Galen's entire body stiffed in a pleasant shock when she felt Douceur's warm, slick tongue glide over her slit. Waves of pleasure rolled up through the Gardevoir's body as the probing muscle explored her most sensitive spot. It slipped between her folds, driving itself across the hidden patches of flesh. The wet tongue danced around the lips, tracing the beautiful folds before wandering up. It gently circled her clit, gingerly grazing the love nub as it coated her loins with saliva.
With shortened breath though slightly parted lips Galen began to let light moans escape from her body. She squirmed in her seat as Douceur continued her sensual tongue lashings. Her legs seemed to wrap themselves around the smaller Gardevoir's back, urging her on. Sweet nectar began to seep from between Galen's silken lips, its lovely scent a sign for Douceur to step up her technique. The blue haired psychic slid her tongue down, into her tunnel of love. She greedily lapped up all the juices she could, drawing it all into her eager maw. With her mouth full of lust born fluids Douceur brought her head to the top of Galen's loins.
Galen's mouth dropped and her eyes shot open as she felt an indescribable pleasure course up through her body. Douceur, with a mouth full of the muscular Gardevoir's own juices, swallowed her cock, coating it with mixture of love juices and spit. The smaller psychic began to bob up and down the hardened shaft, using her tongue to paint it with the fluids as her hands wandered down to Galen's folds. Galen closed her eyes and savored all the sensations coming from beneath her dress; Douceur's supple lips softly wrapped around her shaft, the wet tongue gliding over her length, those nimble digits teasing her clit and slipping between her silken lips. Her hips began to pump, slowly thrusting into the shiny Gardevoir's mouth.
With a wet slurp Douceur pulled her head free from Galen's pumping cock. The larger girl gave her a disappointed look as she came out from beneath the dress. Douceur smiled as she took a step back from her momentarily disgruntled partner. "Don't worry sweetheart, that was just the warm up." She said teasingly as her hands wandered up her own dress. Galen watched with hungry eyes as the blue Gardevior's panties fell from between her legs. She couldn't take it any more, she had to have her. Galen quickly rose from her seat and pinned Douceur against the lockers, eliciting a surprised squeak from the smaller psychic. Galen gazed deeply into her lover's eyes, her lust clearly visible in her eyes.
Douceur yelped in surprise when she felt Galen's hands slid up her inner thigh. The stronger psychic easily lifted her off the ground, hoisting her up and spreading her legs in one fluid motion. Galen used her telekinetic powers to flip their dresses up and out of the way, exposing her erect member and Douceur's moist slit. Galen forced herself up against the pinned Gardevior, embracing her in a passionate kiss. Their supple breasts were pressed into each other, straining against the tight fabric as their embrace became tighter. The hardened cock grazed the blue Pokemon's lips, gently parting them as it slipped inside the slick hole. Douceur cried in lustful bliss as she felt her folds parting way for the solid rod, breaking her kiss with Galen to vocalize her feelings. She squeaked and moaned as the buffer female began to thrust into her, her mind beginning to cloud with desire as Galen ravaged her body. The more slender girl wrapper her arms and legs around her lover, urging her to go deeper.
Galen was lost in the sensations, savoring the feeling of pushing into the maid's tight, wet tunnel. Her mind was so focused on ramming into the Gardevior that she failed to notice her garter slipping to the floor. The lockers rocked back and forth, creating a clattering cacophony as Galen's slams shook them violently. Douceur cried out as she arms and legs coiled around her lover, the powerful thrusts driving her closer to her release. Galen grunted as she held back her own orgasm, keeping the smaller Gardevior's legs apart as she pumped into her at a fevered pace. Her hips were a blur as the sounds of wet slapping filled the locker room. Droplets of perspiration began to slide down their forms as they were both driven closer to their ultimate bliss.
With a hardly audible squeak Douceur reached her limit. Her body tensed up and began to quiver uncontrollably as her inner walls clamped down around Galen's rod. Galen gritted her teeth as she tried to hold her release back for a few moments longer. The tight, hot, confines of the smaller psychic was simply too much for Galen and with a cry she buried her cock as deep as she could into her lover. Her hips twitched as streams of her creamy seed were shot into Douceur's waiting cunny. The smaller Gardevior let out a quiet moan of satisfaction as she felt herself being filled with male milk, her walls unconsciously milking her lover for every last drop. The two panted as their orgasms slowly died down, the crippling pleasure gradually leaving the bodies.
Galen weakly plopped down back onto the bench, satisfied but tired. To her surprise the Lopunny's meddling had worn off, reverting her back to full female. The member that had caused her so much pleasure and trouble over the past few hours had shrunk back down to her clit once more. Douceur smiled as she felt the muscled Gardevior's cum slowly seep out of her and dribble down her leg. She bent over and gathered up her panties and Galen's garter. The blue psychic gave Galen a kiss on the forehead. "Hope you had fun." She said before strutting out of the locker room.

Unbeknownst to the new servers the master had the most curious of habits, the most prominent of which being his fondness for games. All of his maids were forced to play them, regardless of any knowledge of them. Anyone who lost one of his games was forced to be on the menu for the day. "Get the Garter," a game in which one maid would attempt to steal another maid's garter without them noticing, was the most popular one to play with new recruits. Everyone who had their frilly ring of fabric taken were now being led into the prepping room. It was a cold freezer, where all the cakes and treats were stored to prevent spoiling or melting. Confections and sweets were stored on the many shelves lining the spacious room. Low counters made up workstations scattered around the room, each one topped with a large silver platter. Lavished greens had been laid out atop each of the serving dishes. Along one of the walls, behind a partition, was a series of large angled shelves placed in front clear glass, creating a display shelf for the cafe.

Douceur lead Galen over to her workstation, a veritable skip in her step as she walked. Galen was not as pleased with the sudden turn of evens. "Don't worry." Douceur reassured cheerfully. "As long as you play by the rules you'll be fine. The boss won't let someone down unless they break the rules." She explained.
"And what are the rules?" Galen inquired with a hint of nervousness.
Douceur thought it over for a moment. "Well, no struggling, at any point. Once you get on the platter no moving on your own. Just keep still no matter what and the boss will get you out."
"Get me out of what?" Galen asked suspiciously.
"Don't worry about it." The shiny Gardevior said as she stepped behind the stronger psychic.

Galen was laid out atop the cool, crisp greens, her naked body exposed to the frigged air. She began to shiver as Douceur gathered up the needed supplies from one of the shelves behind her. With a smile the blue Gardevior placed a tray loaded with cakes and frosting onto the counter. Gingerly she began to pose Galen, manipulating the muscular female into just the right pose. Galen's legs were spread open, bent at the knees to the point where her feet nearly touched her rear and her knees towered over the rest of her. The arms were stretched out above her, laid out so that they crossed at the wrists.
With the larger Gardevior in position Douceur could get to work decorating her for the customers. She started with a pair of cup shaped cakes, gently placing them over Galen's breasts. Galen let out a terse gasp when she felt the cool, spongy texture against her chest. The maid then spread a white frosting over the cakes, blending them in with the Gardevior's pale belly. Douceur smiled as she picked up a tube of thick chocolate icing. "This may tickle." She warned as she took the decorative sweets to Galen's body. An intricate criss-cross pattern was drawn on Galen's torso, the lines of icing resembling the ropes commonly used in bondage. Additional lines were drawn on Galen's wrists and legs, making it look like she'd been tied up. Giggling Douceur applied a thick line of frosting to the larger Gardevior's neck, making it look like a collar. She placed a disk of chocolate in front of it, to represent a tag. "Open." The blue haired Pokemon cooed as she picked up a particularly juicy strawberry. Galen, not wanting to discover what happened to those who broke the rules, obediently parted her lips. Like a gag the berry was placed in her open maw, twin lines of frosting drawn to simulate the tie for the gag. Douceur carefully plucked the last piece of the design from the tray, a generous slice of sponge cake. With meticulous precision she placed the slice over Galen's sex, a thin layer of frosting on the underside served as an adhesive. Galen shivered when she felt the cold sugary stuff cling to her lips.

Galen didn't know how long she'd been on display, though it couldn't of been more than a few hours, before someone ordered her. She still didn't know what to expect, having been told nothing. She didn't even know who had bought her, since she couldn't move her neck without ruining the frosting collar around her neck. Douceur carefully levitated Galen's tray off the display and carried her out to the cafe. Even as she was brought out Galen was unable to see any of the customers or her fellow treats. She could hear giggling and cries of terror, giving her a rather perplexing mental image. Finally she was placed down on a table. "Please enjoy your Gardavior Bondage Cake ma'am." She heard Douceur say before walking away.
"Oh I will." A powerful yet distinctly female voice said. Galen continued to stare up, hoping to catch a glimpse at her customer. A white and blue face loomed over her, filling the Gardevior with a mixture of dread and lust. The face looking down at her was unmistakably a Lugia, one of the undeniably powerful guardians of the seas. Such a large Pokemon could easily swallow her whole if she chose. On the other hand Galen has harbored a crush on the majestic dragons, and the idea of one licking off all of the carefully applied sweets was more than enough to get her juices flowing. The cake over her slit began to soak up her expectant love juices. The Lugia leaned down over Galen, a smile displaced on her awe inspiring features. "My my, don't you look cute." She cooed. "Why, I could just eat you up."
The Lugia licked her lips as she craned her neck down. Her long, broad tongue pressed itself against Galen's belly, lapping up the chocolate frosting displayed there. The Gardevior's body shivered as she fought the urge to arch her back, wanting desperately to let her body do as it pleased. It took nearly all of her will power just to keep still as the Lugia's tongue slid around her belly, greedily taking in the chocolate. The dragon slid her tongue up Galen's frame, coiling it around one of her supple breasts. The psychic type had to stifle a gasp as she felt the legend's mouth engulf her chest, the customer's beak barely grazing her sensitive skin as it scraped up the cake. A light moan escaped Galen's lips as the Lugia pinched her nipple between her beak, teasing the sensitive nub with her tongue. The dragon giggled as she ate the cakes off Galen's chest, watching with no small measure of amusement as the smaller Pokemon twitched and quivered.
Galen was taken off guard when the larger Pokemon's head suddenly loomed dreadfully close to hers. She almost cried out in terror as the dragon's maw slowly yawned open as it drew closer. It wasn't until that pleasurable tongue forced its way past the strawberry did Galen relax. There was something remarkably disarming about Lugia's kiss, something about how the large tongue was able to fit into her mouth, how it twirled the berry over both their tongues, how it danced over her lips and inside her maw. It felt as if their embrace lasted a lifetime, really it was only about thirty seconds. The Lugia eventually broke the kiss, leaving a small band of saliva between the two. Galen slowly gathered he thoughts as the Lugia vanished from view. Gradually she came upon a notably arousing conclusion. With the cakes and frosting on her chest gone there was only one treat left on her. Her pulse quickened, her breath grew shorter, and her faced flushed red. There was only once place the dragon's head could of been heading, and a sudden pressure confirmed it.
Galen gasped as she felt the slice of cake press against her sex. Its spongy layers had already absorbed a great deal of her feminine juices, its sweet flavor mixed with her own. She could feel the lower most layer shifting as the Lugia ate it, one piece at a time. The anticipation was maddening, not knowing how much further the legend had to go before it reached her. Then she felt it, that wondrous tongue burst through the final layer and licked her lower lips. Galen let out a satisfied moan as the cake was cleared off her cunny, leaving only traces of frosting and crumbs. The Lugia got to work cleaning that off, lapping away at the Gardevior's sensitive folds to reach every last speck of food. Galen began to pant and squeak as the massive tongue probed every inch of her slit, slipping in between the folds, teasing her clit's hood, diving into her tunnel of love. Galen could hardly stand it, the constant lashings of pleasure were driving her to the brink of madness. She was so focused on not moving that she paid no mind to the Lugia's fingers grabbing her waist or lifting her off the platter.
The legendary Pokemon held the distracted Gardevior in her mouth, poised to swallow her head first. Galen's eyes were sealed shut, her mind completely dedicated to the task of not breaking the rules. The Lugia admired her snack's dedication to the game, with any luck she'd be around to play next week. The dragon continued her tongue lashing, smiling at the sounds Galen was making. Her squeaks and moans were so cute it almost made the Lugia feel bad about what she was about to do, operative word being almost. Galen's body started to twitch uncontrollably as she reached her limits. A torrent of her sweet love juices splashed against the massive tongue she was suspended over. She cried out in ecstasy as the Lugia let her go.
The Gardevior easily slipped into the dragon's gullet, requiring only the slightest of slurps to drag her down. The Lugia gently caressed the descending lump in her throat, loving the feeling of something moving sliding towards her stomach. Galen was oblivious to her plight for most of the trip, lost in the blissful after glow. It took a few moments for her senses to finally catch up to her and inform the Gardevior of her plight. She held back the urge to scream as she slipped into the dragon's stomach. It was incredibly hot inside the flesh prison, the heat caused her to break out into an immediate sweat. The remaining icing almost immediately began to melt in the sauna like condition. Galen couldn't really see much in the dark confines, but she knew she was trapped inside her Lugia's gut. Douceur's words echoed in her mind, the assurance that the Mawile would "get her out." Knowing that if she just teleported out she'd only get caught Galen decided, at least for the time being, to sit back and trust that her new master would rescue her before it was too late.

wow awesome^^

*listens to the whole team of Korys Poke'mon whistling and dog chanting*


*ahem* Wow... Uhh... bravo, Mage, very, VERY nice....