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character: blaziken
1girl, 1male, blaziken, anthro, female blaziken, long blonde hair, hair tied back, blue eyes, yellow sclera, colored sclera, beaked face, feathered crest, red and cream feathers, muscular bird legs, long clawed toes, tail feathers, nude, animal genitalia, anus, on all fours, bent over, ass up, arched back, sweat, blush, open mouth, heavy breathing, half-closed eyes, trembling, anal, interspecies, centipede, giant centipede, transparent body, translucent carapace, segmented body, insect legs, suction, licking, rimming, anal licking, brown mass inside body, feeding, forest, outdoors, from behind, from below, close-up, dutch angle, spoken_heart,
Shot from behind and slightly below, low among the ferns: a female Blaziken braced forward on both clawed forelimbs, her weight pitched onto her hands and the balls of her feet so her hips ride high and her feathered rump is shoved back toward the lens, tail feathers raked up out of the way over her spine. Her long blonde hair, tied at the nape, has slipped forward over one shoulder and hangs in a loose sway toward the moss. Both hands dig into the leaf litter, claws scored into the wet duff, forearms corded taut under red and cream feathers; between her shoulder blades the muscles stand up and shiver, and her head has dropped low, cheek near the ground, one blue eye rolled back over her own hip toward what is working at her, yellow sclera shining, beak parted on a caught breath. Behind her, hunched over her rear with its long segmented body curving back into the dark between the trunks, a giant centipede clamps its blunt mouthparts flush to her anus, the ring of its mouth sealed so tightly the skin of her rump dimples inward around it in a drawn-in suction, and a thin bright string of spit runs where its lip meets her. Its carapace is utterly transparent, glassy shell showing every internal ridge; through that clear body, a dense brown mass sits packed in the gut tract just behind the mouth, inching along the segmented tube as it feeds, thicker right where the mouth pulls at her. The wet rump and the inner thighs gleam; a bead of sweat runs down the back of her neck and the hair at her nape is stuck dark to the skin. The forest is close and green: ancient trunks rising out of frame, a frieze of ferns in the foreground half-occluding the lens, a shaft of late low sun coming in from the upper left that lights the shine of her hip and the wet curve of the transparent shell, leaving the undergrowth and the creature's far segments swallowing up into cool green shadow. On a face-on, the mouth hangs open in a stuttering moan, brows drawn up and in; there is a taut, held-breath feeling in the way her forearms lock and her toes flex, one small hand-drawn heart floating in a speech bubble beside her cheek. Deep olive, moss green, red, cream and the brown line inside the clear body; nothing else in the palette. Quiet, breathless, wrong-beautiful.
Nov 14, 2026 4:02 PM
