Fire Sometimes Beats Water

7 January 2017

23:00 Saul Ashle likcs a tasty pokemon right across his snout and curls his tail around the other's legs.

23:01 Arin the Bui blink blinks a couple times, pouting, before retaliating by licking the salazzle across the face!

23:02 Saul Ashle blinks as he's licked and stares cross eyed at the smaller pokemon. "I think you've rather got this the wrong way around. I'm supposed to eat you!"

23:03 Arin the Bui giggles and rubs his belly. "Oh yeah? Well, that's not what my belly thinks~"

23:05 Saul Ashle brings his maw down and lets his breath wash out over the pokemon's snout. "I do rather think so. Besides, if you ate me, i think you'd find yourself keeling over from poison."

23:06 Arin the Bui winks and holds a peecha berry. "Are you sure about that~?" He does blush a bit through as the hot breath blows against his face, shrinking up a bit in reaction...

23:11 Saul Ashle bites his lip as he sees the pecha berry and then reaches a claw over to flick it away from Arin's paws, sending it rolling away, though not fully out of sight. "Your silly berry wouldnt work against me, you'd need a whole bucket of them."

23:13 Arin the Bui reaches into his bag, and pulls out three more. "Oh, would i?" He chuckles, looking up hungrily at the salazzle, though with his lack of size, his victory was counting on the salazzle being intimidated.

23:18 Saul Ashle grins rather cockily down at the otter, and then wets his lips with his tongue. "Oh I think that i can still best you," he says, before darting his head down to take the water type into his maw. His insides are warm dispite the cold exterior, and hte smokey scent of his breath wafts over the buizel.

23:19 < Saul Ashle> (Hmmm fire/poison taking a water into his mouth without disabling them :B)

23:20 Arin the Bui eeps and squirms around in the salazzle's maw, squirming and wriggling around, before firing off a water gun straight down his gullet! That ought to show him! He let out as much water as he could, hoping it would help him in at least some sort of way, even if it was delaying the inevitable.

23:23 Saul Ashle feels the pain of the powerful burst of water hitting the back of his throat, and while he gulps the growing mouthful down, its becoming hard to fight back. He spits the buizel out with a cry and glares down at him, feeling his mouth aching, while his belly sloshes with water below him. The poison type responds in kind by hurking up a toxic ball of slime...or at least it should be a ball, but the water's diluted it enough it comes out as a foul purple stream of drool which dribbles down onto the ground.

23:26 Arin the Bui giggles and falls on his back laughing at the salazzle. "What's the matter fire-type, too wet for ya~?" He keeps laughing for a cinsiderable amount of time, and sticks his tongue out at the wetted down salazzle. "Have fun trying to function like that, you're gonna have to wait till all that water's out of your system, you big lug!" Perhaps the buizel was a bit too full of himself, but it was pretty funny to see.

23:29 Saul Ashle huffs and then slaps his tail towards the other pokemon, letting out a blast of fire from the orange underneath his tail. "I've still got more to come at you with," he growls, stepping forward towards the Buizel who rather humiliated him right there. The claw comes to bare, ready to lash out.

23:29 < Saul Ashle> (Hmmm who ought to win this? roll for it? Unless you really want to eat me :B)

23:30 < Arin the Bui> (Let's roll~)
:32:46] [07.01.17] - Arin the Bui: X3

23:32 < Arin the Bui> Go ahead and eat me anyways, i'm feeling preyish~

23:33 < Saul Ashle> Well alright :B

23:36 Arin the Bui is a bit dazed and confused as he sees that tail jet fire at him, the buizel left with a slight case of burn, making whim whimper a bit, turning his focus into trying to water gun away the burn, but it wasn't working... In his urge to quench his burn though, he forgot completely about the salazzle behind him.

23:45 Saul Ashle swipes his claw down at the pokemon as it glows blue, hooking upon Arin's sack and tearing the straps off of him. The salazzle then puts his full weight onto Arin and then manouvers the torn strap around his prey's face, working to secure it like a muzzle around him to prevent any more trickery.

23:47 Arin the Bui looks back and eeps as he feels his pouch of berries swiped from him, squirming under the full weight of the salamander. "Ack! G-get off of me you big oaf!" He wriggles around, about to fire off a water gun when the torn strap is tied around his muzzle, making him have to swallow all that water back down.

23:52 Saul Ashle then loops the strap around the back of his head, making sure that its well secured to his unfortunate snack. The salazzle rolls him over beneath himself and then licks his lips once more, staring down at the pokemon. "Well then, meal, I think we both know who's won here, dont we?"

23:54 Arin the Bui once more tries to squirm his way to freedom, whimpering while he looks up at the Salazzle... He couldn't be food, it wasn't possible! He had to be having a nightmare, but he felt so awake, he felt the weight of the salazzle pinning him down, and he felt the restraint of the strap around his muzzle and neck keeping him from speaking, only whimpering...

23:58 Saul Ashle finally opens his mouth, showing off the pinkish purple insides of his mouth as they lower around the orange fur of the pokemon. The stale breath of the pokemon nearly cause beads to appear on Arin's fur from the humidity while the tongue rises up to lick upon his chin, leaving a dripping purple slime upon him. Finally Sauls mouth darts down and closes around his head, sealing him away in the humid darkness once more, and this time wihtout his watergun.

00:00 Arin the Bui tries to scream out for help, not that it would do any good at this point, but he can't even do that because of the binding around his mouth. He squirms and tries to wriggle his way out of the salazzle's grip, only to be disappointingly doomed as he sees, hears, and feels the mouth of his predator snatch over his face, making him completely trapped in this position with no hope of escape, save for the route that requires being turned to shit.

00:06 Saul Ashle tilts his head skyward, letting the body of the pokemon hang out. His arms guide the catch a little deeper, taking the first swalow and causing the walls of his throat to reach forward and grasp upon the pokemon's form. The tube can be plainly seen from outside the salazzle as it bulges out in his thin neck. His eyes dart down to the pecha berries, which he grabs in one paw and beigns to smear upon the buizel to season up his body, leaving colored stains where the berries soaked into his oily fur.

00:09 Arin the Bui makes a meeping sound and blushes when he realizes his predator is not only going to eat him, but season him as well! He keeps fighting for a freedom that more and more begins to narrowly decrease his chances of catching it. The buizel wriggles and squirms as hard as he can to find himself free of the salazzle's grips. "Mmmphrrrrmph!" Are all that can be made out from the bui's mouth, which is muffled even further by the salazzle's throat, which keeps pulling him in deeper...

00:16 Saul Ashle feels his meal shifting deeper, even without the active swallowing aiding his descent as he works more berries into his coat. The salazzle smirks around his meal as he picks out the last and bigest one and teases it against Arin's tail hole, before shoving it all the way in. The force of that causes the pokemon to be pushed a little deeper inside, only to be followed with a loud glck as the shoulders slip into the thoat, locking his arms against his sides.

00:20 Arin the Bui squirms intensely when he feels his hole stuffed with that berry, kicking extra hard to try and escape this fate, but the more he fought he realized just how in trouble he was, as he felt himself slip in all the way up to his shoulders, his soft-furred belly just now entering the salazzle's mouth, while his front half squirmed and kicked ferociously to free itself, it seems the bui wouldn't give up, but he felt so blushy from all this... the tightness of the throat, the hot humidity that surrounded him, and now he had a pecha berry stuffing in his poor tailhole....

00:24 Saul Ashle 's tongue is long enough that it can now curl around his hips, squishing up underneath his butt with the buizel's belly firmly stuffed between his lips. The warm slippery drool tingles against the pokemon's crotch as the tongue carresses his nethers, sliding over it with each passing second. The bulge the pokemon makes shows rather cleanly through his long sinuous neck while the steady roll of peristalsis drags the creature deeper and deeper.

00:27 Arin the Bui felt his crotch and his ass teased by the long tongue, the buizel starting to squirm a little bit more as he's toyed with, the pokemon trying his best to get you away from his privates.... However, that didn't seem to be going too well for him. He kept whimpering and squirming as he felt every last bit of his dignity being stolen by the salazzle... He knew his fate now, and it made him want to cry. It was either that, or the foul stench of salazzle gut wafting up from below...

00:36 Saul Ashle 's tip presses into the soft pucker that had accepted that berry not too long ago, slicking up the inside as he forces the tasty little treat deeper into his body. Finally the bulge of his head disapears into the salazzle's chest as a sphincter opens up before him, blasting the pokemon with the noxious toxic smell of the salazzle's steaming insides, and soon Arin might find himself glad that he was bathed in pecha berries. The tongue crests backwards, pushing those hips into his throat which stetches like a glove to fit his prey, leaving only the fighting hind paws and wiggling tail in the pokemon's view.

00:43 Arin the Bui kicks and writhes a little bit less, as he feels himself taken into the ghastly smelling chamber of his demise, wriggling and working his way around, hoping that maybe if he's lucky he can upset the salazzle's stomach enough to throw him up! He kicked his adorable paws all the harder, even though they were the only part left of him that was sticking out, he kept fighting for his return to the outside world! He couldn't bear the thought of being turned into salazzle shit, it was too much for his poor mind to think about right now as the only thing that mattered was getting out of this abhorrent place!

00:52 Saul Ashle isnt going to let his meal go quite that easily, and even fins himself helped as the kicking paws push up against one of his gums, forcing himself down into the stomach below. His muzzle presses into the thick fluid and lingers there till the final couple of swallows send the poor mon the rest of the way into the salazzles open gullet. The pokemon brings his paws to his mouth, sucking on each digit before patting the slowing growing bulge in his belly. "I told you it was I who would eat you, I hope your belly realizes it was wrong now."

00:55 Arin the Bui finally twists himself around to get his face out of the stinking, and stinging fluids, whimpering as he kicks and shifts and squirms for all he's worth! Surely if he gives it everything he has, the salazzle will have to cough him up at some point.... right? The buizel whimpers once again, curling up in a ball as he weeps about how he's been humiliated in just about every way possible, and he was about to be humiliated much, much more when he finally left the salazzles body... Indeed, the buizel had found himself in quite the predicament...

01:07 Saul Ashle finally settles back onto the ground, in the small purple puddle he'd made for himself previously, after all, he was immune to his own excretions. The salamander slowly carresses his belly as he feels the weak kicks of the pokemon while the hot flesh of his stomach clenches around him, restricting his movements. He gulps down a little more air for his prey, though certainly the otter could hold his breath for a fair amount of time, even without it. He relishes in the sensation, letting his tail flick about back and forth.

01:10 < Saul Ashle> (Now I'm torn, should I stuff my face with more food to make it nice and goopy for my prey, or should I head off to pokenoms to show of my squirming belly~

01:11 Arin the Bui has to stretch to avoid his head being submerged in the rising level of stomach acids, the acrid stench of digestive doom filling every breath he took. He didn't even have time to notice the slight intake of air into the tight, hot slimy stomach. the buizel whimpered and whined even more as even his best efforts to evade the juices were starting to fail, occasionally resulting in him getting splashed on the face, the buizel whimpering as he squirms about in the salazzle's belly, still trying to kick as much as possible...

01:11 < Arin the Bui> (I bet he'd be really blushy if you showed him off~)

01:17 Saul Ashle hmms to himself and then gets up from where he lays, making his way out of the forrest and into the clearing where the other pokemon gather. The movement of his belly as he walks causes the acids of the stomach to slosh up over the pokemon's head while the rest of his body remains submerged in the stinging liquids, though they remained quite diluted fromt eh rush of water he'd forced dwon Saul's throat earlier.

01:18 Saul Ashle makes his way out of the forest and into the clearing, grinning down at his belly as it squirms and kicks with the force of a live meal. His talon runs over the bulges, catching them in just the right way to make his prey's movements even more acute on his smooth glistening skin.

01:19 Arin the Bui is the one squirming within the salazzle's belly... He squirms for freedom, desperate to find some sort of escape that would prevent him from becoming salazzle pudge... He was a water type, but he found himself bound at the muzzle, and therefore unable to use his water to help himself out...

01:19 Arin the Bui would seem like he would be paying for his defiance earlier, as it would take quite a while for the stomach to become non-diluted, so until that point, he would take a long time to digest...

01:27 Lacertius hums, wondering who he can curl up with now... What about the swollen salazzle? :p

01:29 Saul Ashle moves around, looking for a comfortable spot to take a seat. His belly sways back and forth, showing off the frantic movements of his prey. Finding a nearby tree, he plops down, resting his weight on his fighting meal as he surveys those around him. 's belly causes the builzel to slosh back and forth with the steady gait of the salazzle, until finally the pressure of his body forces the poor creature into a tighter position, stiffling his movements,while the diluted juices steadily cause a tingling itch to grow over the more sensitive and exposed parts of his skin.

01:32 Arin the Bui continues to fight for his life, though as the level of the fluids rises, he squirms to get to higher ground in an environment wit relatively level ground... He keeps kicking and fighting, using this, what may be his last moments, fighting as hard as he can, which considering his tight, cramped environment, isn't very much.

01:33 Arin the Bui blushes as he starts to feel his fur fall off, the buizel starting to run out of breath, which causes him to exhale, and inhale deeply, the last of the usable air.... The buizel's time is likely limited, but he keeps fighting the fruitless fight, kicking and squirming and shifting and wriggling.

01:35 Lacertius pushes himself back onto his feet and makes a slow pace towards the well-fed, lizard-like creature, keeping an eye on the way that stomach of his shifts with the movements of his meal. "Isn't it nice when they keep fighting~?" he says, something of a purr to his voice as he gestures towards the belly with one clawed hand.

01:41 Saul Ashle nods towards the large lizard and offers him a wave of a hand before gesturing him closer. "Yes, yes it is quite lovely, and boy is this one a--" The salazzle lets ou a massive blast of air that pulls iwth it a couple splatters of purple liquid that hit the ground. "Ugh...excuse me," he says, before then gulping down a couple more mouthfuls of air. "This one's a fighter. Would you like to feel?"

01:42 Saul Ashle 's stomach contracts greatly around his prey as a blast of air leaves his stomach, no doubt kicked up by the fighting movements inside. That's soon then replaced with a couple more mouthfuls of fresh air, though they smell nearly as foul as before. He can feel the rumbling of words flowing through him, vibrating his very bing as the salazzle talks.

01:43 Arin the Bui only affirms the words by trying to stretch the stomach out with his entire body, only to have it close in tighter around him when the salazzle lets out that lewd belch, the buizel within squirming as he loses even more mobility, and whimpers out as he is now entirely coated in the stomach juices, approximately ten more minutes left on his final held breath...

01:46 Arin the Bui squirms more and more as he starts to feel pretty naked, his hair having pretty much all fallen out at this point. the itchy buizel squirms as hard as his poor muscles would let him, whimpering more and more as despair starts to kick in.... Though just as he begins to give up, there's just a bit more room in the salazzle's stomach, and he gasps out for another breath, closing his mouth just in time to avoid swallowing some stomach fluids.

01:49 Lacertius pulls himself back as the foul globules hit the floor, smelling the acrid scent, but he leans back in and nods, taking a seat as he puts a hand on the stretched out skin, feeling the meat within as it moves around, struggling. He presses against it with a purring chirrup, wondering how it might react. "Very welcoming. Aren't you worried that I might be looking for a meal myself?" he asks. He is rather larger than the pokémon, after all.

01:54 Saul Ashle gives his head a hearty shake at the question, and then brings one of his own claws up to rest against that of the raptor, slowly guiding it along the wiggling shapes his prey is making in his body. "No, I dont rather fancy you a suicidal one I think. And it would be just that to eat someting as poisonous as I," he responds nonchalantly.

01:57 Saul Ashle could hear his wimpering through his belly and frowns, if only he could safely remove thos bindings without risking the pokemon flooding him from teh inside. No matter though. As the toxic pokemon's stomach empties of the water and fills instead with the thick stomach juices, the mixture feels almost sludgy, and far more potent than that of a normal pokemon's acids. It certainly would make rather short work of the poor little buizel in his belly once he finally passes out.

01:59 Lacertius lets the salazzle push his claws across the stomach, staring back for a moment with intense eyes as he listens to the reply. "Now I wonder just how many times I've heard someone claim to be poisonous, just to save their own skin, when it's clear that they couldn't even give one indigestion... I'd believe you, though, even if you weren't covered in warning signs." He gives the lumpy gut a squeeze, around what he thinks is a head.

02:01 Arin the Bui starts to slow down, as now it takes much more effort to move through the thick sludge of stomach fluids... He exerts himself to the point where he starts to run out of oxygen much faster, coughing a bit, as he starts to lose his form too. He doesn't notice, as he feels just as much tingling and burning as before, but his body is starting to break down into salazzle chyme, and that will definitely signify the end of the buizel.

02:09 Saul Ashle doesnt refresh the air this time, and his stomach grows much more active in its stead. The muscles squeeze, rolling over the slowly softening form of his meal, actively mixing him with the toxic muck, forcing his head beneath the liquids and getting it up into his snout and into his ears. His belly was in full force now, trying actively to turn his food into the mush it belonged as.

02:11 Arin the Bui stopped squirming, and tried to breathe, but he found that instead of air, he was breathing in the burning fluids... Oh well, it didn't matter that much... He felt his flesh dissolving into the thick goop in the salamander 'mon's stomach. He knew there was nothing he could do but close his eyes, and give himself to his predator... He had tried to escape, and failed, and the sentance for his failure was digestion...

02:04 Arin the Bui feels a clawed hand squeeze at his head, as the now quite active process of digestion slows down the buizel's movements quite a bit, now mostly stopped moving, the buizel starts to fall back as his energy depletes. He starts to feel his mind fogging up as his end draws ever-nearer. The salazzle had taken every ounce of dignity the buizel had, and soon, he was going to take everything else too. He grunted and whimpered as his final moments drew near, and soon he would be nothing... He would be salazzle nutrients...

02:16 Saul Ashle nods at the larger creature and snakes out his tongue, wetting his lips. "Yes, otherwise I'd have to demonstrate. I dont need to be eaten to prove such," he says with a snort. The salazzle grins as he feels the prey's movements beginving to slow and then closes his eyes as he leans against the tree. "Seems though, that he's running out of steam. Still, massage as long as you'd like, I wont mind~" He hisses out.

02:22 Lacertius keeps squeezing and stroking, moving his hand in a tight little circle over the red and purple scales. "That, and the fact that you're so calm. I've never met someone who could tell that lie and not be panicking." As Arin starts to go still the raptor nods. "Mm, it's a shame... I once ate a gecko who squirmed for a full two days, though~" Glancing about, he leans in a little closer. "Perhaps more than just massage. I could do with someone to spend the night with, on the condition that I don't wake up poisoned or paralysed."

02:27 Saul Ashle nods his head at the offer and shifts himself a little closer to teh raptor, wrapping the scaled and feathered creature up in his arms and playing big spoon, even though he was so much shorter than the other. His skin feels slightly damp to the touch, as if slightly sweaty, though this was his own natural coating. "Sure sure, and I promise not to tuck you away with that Buizel I had either," he says, letting out a yawn.

02:30 Lacertius is surprised to find the smaller creature pressing himself to the raptor's feathered back, belly deforming around it, but it isn't a terrible state to be in, and he can always turn the tables if he so chooses~ "If I say that I don't think you're quite flexible enough for that, I trust you won't take that as an invitation to try?" he says with a laugh, then another yawn, spurred on by the salazzle's. His own body is warm, surprisingly so maybe, and his feathers are soft, almost downy~

02:34 Saul Ashle snorts and gives a little shake of his head. "I bet I could...but lets not get into that right now, shall we?" He mumbles out, already feeling a little tired. Soon the salamander drifts off to a steady sleep with the other clutched tightly in his arms.

02:41 Saul Ashle 's stomach works over the course of the night, steadily breaking the poor creature down into something better than he used to be, a thick messy chyme packed full of nutrients for the no longer hungry salamander. His stomach slowly burbles the meal away, growing softer at first and then shrinking away entirely as more of the otter is processed. Certainly though, there'd be some remaining come morning time, though in a far different form.

Hours later, Saul wakes up with a far fatter tail to him, evidence to the world that he'd been well fed recently, especially given that nothing of the buizel remained on his body. The salazzle gets up from his tree and makes his way towards the center of teh clearing, where all the pokemon who gathered would be able to see his shame. With a loud fart, the first of what remains of Arin splatters down into the ground, a thick white paste that steadily grows dark brown as more excrimate is let loose on top of the pile. Its thick and slightly runny as it flows out, carrying with it flecks of orange fur and broken bones. The last bit to pop free, with a grunt, is a very distinct skull filled to the brim with brown smelly muck. With that the salazzle heads on along his way, forgetting soon about the tasty little treat he'd had not too far long ago.

02:44 < Arin the Bui> (Mmmmph~ Fantastic every time~)

02:44 < Saul Ashle> ~~

02:44 < Saul Ashle> (And Salazzle is still uneaten~

02:44 < Arin the Bui> <3~ Nothing more then smelly excrement that has served its purpose~

02:45 < Saul Ashle> indeed~ All a buizel is good for

02:47 < Arin the Bui> I dunno, does squirming count as a purpose~?

02:48 < Saul Ashle> anyways I must bed

02:48 < Saul Ashle> nini~