The Boy and his Dog

6 January 2017

21:40 < Saul Ashle> That they are. Its actually really funny, we met through a vore group

21:41 < Velo> I can believe it. :P But anywho, I'm digressing. I assume you're all good with my scene idea? Saul could potentially drag Velo off somewhere if they're in need of a collar, unless you can just magic one out of the air. ;P

21:42 < Saul Ashle> Hmmmmmm what if instead velo is walking a pet of some sort, and I eat the pet and borrow the collar for you~

21:44 < Velo> Hoho, that sounds good. Though I struggle to twist my head around what he may keep as a pet. Seems kinda weird having anthro animals actually keep pets xD

21:45 < Saul Ashle> Well I dont know, if unintelligent ferals exist in the wild, why not?

21:46 < Velo> True! Hmm, I'll be normal and say he keeps a dog, he's paranoid enough to want something to guard his burrow whilst he sleeps.

21:47 < Velo> With that said, shall I start us off, or is there more you'd like to touch on first?

21:48 < Saul Ashle> nah go ahead and start us off I guess ^^

21:54 Velo was walking his dog. Things seem about as safe as they can be for Velo... Bright summer day, out with his dog, "Scruffs", a rather large and faithful bloodhound that he came to own some years ago to help guard his burrow from intruders. Life isn't easy or indeed safe within the forest, but he never asked to be safe, the curious fox deliberately putting himself in such an area to study the various creatures that inhabit it, creatures that would be more than happy to eat him or maul him to death in some fashion if they were to get whiff of him.
He doesn't feel the need to worry about all that for now though, he walking on the very outskirts of the forest where the tree line meets the empty field right next to it, a seemingly safe place to give Scruffs a peaceful walk without having to fear of being ambushed. If he were to hear anything approaching them from the forest, he would simply bolt it into the field, though he's perhaps a little too cocky about his abilities, not considering that a certain predator may simply be better than he can hear...

22:06 Saul Ashle had rather found a nice little outcropping of just outside of the trees of the forrest where the sun's rays shine down on his dark body. His form was obscured from the path save for a black tail that gently swayed down over the edge. His tongue snakes out of his mouth to taste the air. Hmm there was something strange in the air, he could taste it. And soon enough, he could hear the source it too as it begins to make its way down the pass. The great salamander peaks up just enough to see over the side and look down upon the path, spotting the fox and the dog from behind. A tongue crests around his lips as his stomach gives a very gentle rumble, audible only to himself. Lunch time, it seems.
Saul skitters up off the rock and over to the edge, with the only sound he makes the gentle rustling of feet on rock, followed by the slight shifting of gravel as he moves closer to the pair, preparing for his strike.

22:14 Velo couldn't sense it. If Velo can't sense it, neither can Scruffs, they both having senses that are as accutely attuned as each other. Why not get a dog that has even better senses? One might ask, well, there probably isn't one, Velo's entire survival up until this point due to his fine-tuned senses, and his remarkably quick paws. No, if something is detectable, he'll detect it, the stealthy Salazzle clearly being within the "undetectable" category for now, not even smelling anything out of the ordinary. The conditions aren't ideal however, there being a slight breeze that may take any scents away or cover up any miniscule sounds that could tip Saul off.
Nevertheless, Velo continues his nonchalant stroll, one paw casually grasping the leash of Scruffs' collar, a plain black looking thing, nothing fancy, the fox not exactly one for fashion, and neither is he rolling in cash either. Not that he needs any, his natural fur more than enough to cover him, and his lifestyle requiring little in terms of money... Though he's known to "acquire" goods in a very less than legal manner.

22:26 < Saul Ashle> (Bah sorry...dealing with issues from a secret santa I organized last month

22:26 < Saul Ashle> (Gimme like 15 more tops >.<

22:27 < Velo> // No worries, there is no rush.

22:37 Saul Ashle creeps up behind the pair, getting himself up within striking range. He's very lucky that the wind hasnt shifted yet, keeping the musky smoky scent that naturally emanated from the salazzle's scent sack beneath his tail. That is at least until the moment before he pounces, but by that time its already too late. The black lizard hops forward off his powerful hind legs and brings his smooth body down on top of the poor fox and dragging him down to the ground beneath his weight. The pokemon growls right in his ear, letting the rumble of his body vibrate through the other's form. A glob of warm drool drips down from his lips and splashes upon the back of his new found prey.

22:44 Velo has never been successfully snuck upon before. [i]Never.[/i] Hence it comes as an incredible surprise when he's actually pounced upon by someone out of the blue, letting out a loud shriek of terror as he's tackled to the floor, grunting heftily as he lands on his front. Almost as soon as Saul makes his presence known, Scruffs turns right around and begins barking and growling, he certainly intimidating due to his size and loudness. The fox, of course, resists vehemently despite Saul's own intimidation, his confidence boosted by the presence of his dog, who he know will start jumping at the threat soon, hopefully distracting them enough to be able to free himself.

22:54 Saul Ashle turns towards the growling dog and after sizing him up, rather than reacting in terror, clenches his gut. His muscles spasm like he's going to vomit and his mouth gapes wide, but instead of his stomach contents rushing up, instead splatters out a noxious smelling purple glob of sludge that impacts upon the dog's face and then splatters, sending some residual liquid splashing back onto the pair. It stings where ever it hits upon the fox and feels rather slimy to the touch. "Stupid dog," he growls out, turning to the creature and taking the edge of the leash in a near claw.

23:00 Velo is caught by surprise. Before Velo can yell "Get 'em Scruffs!", his attacker splurges up a mysterious and foul smelling goop, the revolting sound of it being worked up the creature's throat and jettisoned from its gullet enough to send the least-squeamish person's teeth on edge. Scruffs lets out a startled whine as the repulsive sludge slams right into his face, blinding him and taking away his sense of smell, as well as stinging him terribly, the dog backing off and shaking his head around madly in an attempt to get the steaming purple slime off. "S-Scruffs!" Velo exclaims in panic, too worried about his pet's well-being to cringe about the awful substance splattering onto him, desperately trying to spring back to his feet as Saul grabs Scruffs by the collar.

23:07 < Velo> // If you can give me ~15 minutes, I shall be moving to the laptop

23:07 < Velo> // Need to brush my teeth and such

23:08 < Saul Ashle> (Sure thing. After my post I may pop off to take a shwoer or I wont have opportunity tonight)

23:08 < Velo> // Sounds like a plan

23:11 Saul Ashle smirks as the dog seems to be well and truly incapacitated now by the toxic ooze that slowly drips down off of it. Saul pulls the dog a little closer now while it wimpers pathetically, dragging him along by the collar. "Scruffs, you say? Well I think he's looking rather scrufftious~" the lizard comments, smirking at his own terrible pun. Feeling the fox shifting down beneath him, he curls a tail around his haunches, and grips the fox's sides with his hind thighs, keeping the wiggling creature well and truly secured. "Dont worry though~ I'll clean him off~" THe hot breath bathes over the pets face as he speaks, before the tongue snakes out and licks along the creature's muzzle. He smacks his lips a couple times before then darting his lips forward and taking the creature's head into his jaws with one bite, leaving his dark lips encircling the neck just above the collar.

23:13 < Velo> // Lovely~ See you in a bit

23:40 < Saul Ashle> (Am back)

23:40 < Velo> // As am I, finishing my post

23:41 Velo isn't sure what to even make of such a blatantly awful attempt at what may loosely be some kind of "pun", it rather lost on him due to the seriousness of the situation. He gasps and grunts as he tries his best to throw the Salazzle off of him, his relatively light weight working against him with their domineering weight keeping him aggressively pinned to the floor. Scruffs is in a terrible state, whining about as loud as he was barking, only held in place due to Saul keeping a close grip on his collar to prevent him from running off to frantically roll around in the grass. "Scruffs! N-No, please don't!" He begs the mysterious assailant before they rapidly engulf Scruffs' head, causing the bloodhound's complaints to be muffled, tears pouring from Velo's eyes as he watches his companion being ingested.

23:55 Saul Ashle 's body rocks back and forth from the panicky movements beneath his form especially with the sensation of the dog pulling back to try and extricate itself from the creature's dripping maw. Saul pauses there for only a moment while his hands reach up to undo the black leather collar and lets it fall down onto the ground. Lifting the dog up now, he settles back, putting the weight of both of them onto his captured fox. Loud squelching gulps ring out from his throat as each swallow draws the poor beast deeper into the pulsating throat. The bulge from Scruffs is plainly visible to the captured fox and the dogs movements can be seen faintly, distorted by the flesh that separates it fromt eh outside world. Deeper and deeper the creature sinks before his owners eyes as the Salazzle makes rather short work of his tasty prey.

00:04 Velo yelps "Ack!" as the weight atop him only grows, Scruffs' as well as his captor's now bearing down upon him as soon as his canine companion is lifted skyward by the grip of Saul's rank maw, drips of saliva leaking from the corners of their mouth to run down their neck and splotch upon the fox's fur. He wrinkles his nose as the murky fetor reaches his nostrils, the stench incredibly strong to his sensitive nose, even though he's not the one being eaten... Yet. All he can do is cover his ears and sob in despair as he's forced to witness his friend being devoured so ruthlessly, unable to block out the repulsively wet and slimy gulps and squelches as Scruffs is snarfed down the Salazzle's pliable gullet before feeling their mass rest atop of him curled up within the fiend's gut.

00:16 Saul Ashle soon closes his mouth over the dog's legs and then with another swallow, condemns the rest of the dog to his putrid stomach. The sallazle shifts his body back and forth, shifting the bulge down to his belly, much like that a snake would, before then letting loos a belch that carries a few strands of saliva up into the air before splattering a short distance away. His stomach's rather active with the struggles of his poor mutt, causing the bulge to shift and move as it pushes down into the foxes fur. Picking up the collar off the ground, his attention now shifts to fox he's rather well trapped. "Such a lovely meal he was, you should be proud~" He coos, twiling the collar around on an outstreced finger. "Now then, what is it that I ought to do with you?"

00:26 Velo is in a blubbering mess by the time Saul is finished securing the fox's guard dog in his stomach, their entire world having been brought down rapidly and violently, already tormented by the canine's desperate and pitiful resistance he can feel through the bulge sat atop him. To have such a dear friend disposed of in such a horrible way is understandably demoralizing. "Pl-lease, y-you've gotten what you came for..." He sobs, his face buried in the grass beneath him. "Just le-lemme go..." He pleads, the stomach-turning burbles and glorps of the Salazzle's gut churning the mutt crammed within them audible, their weakening whines still able to be heard amongst them.

00:38 Saul Ashle smirks down at the sobbing fox with not a care in his eyes for his loss. It was only natural that the weaker would fall to the stronger afterall. He then brings the collar to bear, undoing it before clicking teh leather into place around Velo's orange neck. The leather was still warm from the creature that had been wearing it not too far long ago. Saul pulls it tight and then finds the leash that its attached to and grasps that in his arm. "You think I'm a fool enough to let you go when I've already got you in my grasp? I'm sure I'd go for seconds in due time." He states. The lizzard shifts to purposefully grind the dog down against his prey's form as the very last of the canine's struggles can be felt for a couple more minutes before finally dying off.

00:49 Velo pauses for a moment in confusion as he feels something being secured around his neck, lifting his face from the floor and reaching a paw down to fondle at it. "Wh-what are y- ack-!" He stammers, cut off as it constricts his throat a bit from the tightening, though it's not going to throttle him to death, immediately recognizing it as the collar that was on Scruffs. His face flushes a deep crimson with humiliation across the bridge of his muzzle, his tormentor certainly a sadistic one, driving in their domination over him like a claw inside an open wound. "Ngh- Ah- H-Haven't you already done enough?!" He wails, his paws clawing at the degrading collar, unable to escape experiencing the expiry of his former companion within the gruesome depths of the salazzle's stomach.

00:57 Saul Ashle finally begins to shift up off of the poor little fox, dragging the now still belly off of his silky fur as he gets up to his own hind legs. The black leash is clutched in one hand upon which he tugs several times rather tersely and offers a stern glare down towards his future prey. "I think I'm the one who decides when I've done enough. Besides, I havnt reunited you with your tasty little dog yet." He setps away, no longer straddling his new catch, causing his belly to sway with his waddling steps. "And dont even think about trying to pull that off off yourself. I can conjure up far worse things that the muck your dog had to deal with, treat." The salamander stands there, casting a dark shadow over him while he waits for his new treat to get up to his feet.

00:59 < Saul Ashle> (I may have to call it here for now, sorry we didnt get further. Am getting tired. I hope you find me acceptable so far anyways ^^)

00:59 < Velo> // I too am getting tired. It is 1am after all. ;) And indeed I'm enjoying this very much! ^^ I hope we can continue this later.

00:59 < Saul Ashle> (MMhmm~ Until then)

01:00 < Velo> // Sleep well!

21:11 < Velo> Floop. If it's your turn to post, go ahead, if it's mine, give me a bit, I gotta reply to the other guy first :u

21:12 < Saul Ashle> its your post, and sure thing ^^

21:18 < Velo> Mind posting your last post? Saves me digging for the log.

21:19 < Velo> // Thanks

21:26 Velo grunts "N-Negh!-..." in discomfort as his collar is tugged on harshly, it straining against his throat, his paw reflexively holding on to it to stop it from choking him as he stands up meekly wiping the tears from his bleary eyes. "O-Okay, just... Please... D-Don't hurt me..." He whimpers pitifully within Saul's shadow, looking pathetic as he grovels before him, having been degraded to nothing but a downtrodden slave for the time being. No one was around for miles, there isn't the slightest hope anyone would come across them, the fox's situation utterly hopeless, the only thing he [i]can[/i] hope for being that he isn't treated too cruelly before he's eaten himself.

21:34 Saul Ashle grins at Velo as he stands up and shrugs his shoulders at the pathetic looking fox. The salazzle reaches his paw down and pushes it against the back of the fox's neck, forcing him down onto all fours. "You're my pet now, so act like one and stay on all your paws like you belong!" he commands. This puts Velo's eyes right at the same level as the lizard's gut, which churns the form of his former pet around, causing the bulges to shift as a series of light gurgling noises can be heard from within. Saul gives another tug to motion him along before leading him deeper into the woods, taking a meandering path that was sure to confuse any unfamiliar with it. The musky scent of the lizard was hard to ignore now that he was downwind, a heavy smokey smell, enough to make one feel a little dizzy.

21:45 Velo is thoroughly terrified out of his mind, to be in such a vulnerable situation at the mercy of a clearly malicious entity is perhaps as worse as it can get for the fox, he too much of a coward to try and resist Saul by this point, at least until the chips are down and he's on the verge of being killed. "Ah!" He gasps as he's forced to walk like a feral, keeping his eyes to the floor so that he can avoid watching the salazzle's stomach churning his friend into mulch. With a jolt from the yank, he reluctantly follows Saul along, his nose aching with the thick stench the lizard was exuding, it wrapping around his mind like a miasma. "Urghh..." He groans as he begins to feel a bit light headed, his eyes squinted and his face scrunched into a grimace.

21:53 Saul Ashle only turns back occasionally to glance at his tasty catch as he makes his way through the forest. The babble of a brook begins to get a little louder now as the pair of them approach it, and soon enough it comes right into view. The salamander takes the leash and ties it up around a high branch before making his way into the water, lying down in the flowing water, remoisterizing his drying skin. "Alright treat, come and rub over my belly and maybe I'll let you go without anything happening to you." His stomach already would seem a little less solid now as the powerful acids inside, stronger than one would normally expect in a nonpoison creature, have been hard at work inside his belly, steadily turning the dog into thick chyme.

22:04 Velo knows the salazzle is only saying that to try and make him be more readily compliant, it easier to make someone do something out of hope than fear, though the fox is downtrodden enough to do nearly anthing Saul says, not wanting to invoke whatever sadistic punishment they may think up for him. He remains silent unless he's asked a question, he standing upright at first to walk over to Saul before quickly remembering and dropping down onto his fours again. Planting his paws on their bloated and vaguely lumpy belly, he does his best to suck in his emotions before he begins to press and knead into it, the texture underneath feeling positively disgusting, the fact that he's helping grinding up the remains of Scruffs not helping.

22:11 Saul Ashle feels the paws pushing down onto his belly, feeling the nutrients in his gut sloshing around with each knead, making squelching noises as the pressure is applied. A hiss of pleasure escapes his lips, accompanying with it a purple tongue that sticks straight out into the air. "Thats it my morsel~" He coos, curling his tail around to secure it around a hind leg of the fox, just to make sure he doesnt try to run away. All the while he can feel himself starting to slowly drift off towards a doze, keeping well enough aware of his meal at least, to make sure he doesnt run off. The stomach gradualy loses all lumpyness during this time and then shrinks down, absorbing into the lizards gut.

22:13 < Velo> // Need to move to the laptop. I'll probably be about half an hour, though I'll try not to be that long.

22:40 < Velo> // I'm here, just need to brush my teeth

22:53 < Velo> // Wooh, alright, took a bit longer than half an hour >.<

22:53 < Saul Ashle> (indeed xP)

22:54 < Velo> // Damnit F-List

23:02 Velo is able to feel the contours of the mulch through his paws as he unenthusiastically rubs over Saul's gurgling, burbling gut, almost feeling like he's being made to betray his friend in some way, even though they would have died long before he laid his paws on the salazzle's stomach. He winces a bit as he feels the touch of the lizard's tail at his hind leg, half expecting them to just lift him up and deposit him in their maw. Thankfully that doesn't happen, Saul more than happy to keep his temporary pet around a bit longer, Velo suspecting that they get some kind of kick out of his suffering. The forest is eerily silent save for the sounds of the brook, any other wildlife having been firmly discouraged by the stench the salazzle is perpetually giving off, keeping the fox in a kind of half-daze for having been exposed to it for so long.

23:10 Saul Ashle eventually begins to stirr once more as a rumbling pressure in his hinds comes to his attention. The salazzle wiggles back and forth, opening up his eyes and noticing his treat, still tied up and attending to his belly. A small bit of gas leaves from beneath his tail, making bubbles in the brook before he finally rolls over to his feet. "Glad to see you didnt try to run away. I'd have hated to cook my meal. Things taste far better when they're still around to wiggle~" He teases, shaking his tail to rid himseof of some excess water. "Now, I think I rather promised that I"d let you get to see your little pet once more, didnt I? I dont think He'll quite be as you remember him though."

23:22 Velo really does seem to be fizzled by the time Saul comes-to, the fox having been breathing in the salazzle's intoxicating musk the entire time, it still as potent as the first time he smelt it, it not the kind of scent one can get used to. "B-Buh... You said if I did the thing you'd let me go..." He replies, conveniently forgetting the 'maybe' clause of what Saul said, the fox more apprehensive now that the threat of being eaten is more immediate. Though judging from his state, if he attempts to run it will be rather clumsy and inefficient, he clearly thinking of doing a runner if Saul seems like they're going to make a move on him.

23:27 Saul Ashle snorts at the fox and instead of replying just lifts his tail. Steadily a stream of white uric acid mixed in with large brown clumps streams from his tail hole, splattering down into the stream. Little bits of fur can be seen hanging off of it, as well as broken bones sticking out from the brown lumps that used to be his dog. The pile's fairly large by the time he's done with it, though the stream washes some away, slowly revealing the skull of Scruff. "I did say maybe, and we'll see. For the moemnt, there's your dog once more," he says, stepping to the side. Fortunatly the smell is largely hidden by the musk, though still slightly present beyond the thick scent.

23:34 Velo sees this as his chance, it would be awkward for the Salazzle to chase after him whilst they're defecating, and nothing is keeping him there except the collar. Hence, before Saul can even say anything, he stands up and makes a break for it in the opposite direction, fiddling with the collar whilst he runs, trying to undo it before it runs out of slack. It takes a bit longer than it should, his paws fumbling, and his running being more of a sort of stagger. He manages to get the collar off though, but it doesn't helping his dis-coordination problem, the dizziness preventing him from running as nearly as fast as what he's capable of.

23:42 Saul Ashle doesnt even realize that the fox has run off until he's finished and as he turns to look for his meal, lets out a loud hiss. Rather than chasing after him at full speed, the salazzle lets out an orange flash from the oragnge stripe on his tail and as he swings it, hurls a fireball from the spot. The thing hits with an impact that would certainly knock the poor creature off his feet while the salazzle gives chase at a light jog. "Oh did you think you were going to get away like that? Perhaps I ought to punish you for that, and keep you wiggling for as long as I can~" He threatens as he makes his way towards the creature.

23:48 Velo , Out of sheer stupid luck, actually manages to stumble and fall flat on his face just as the fireball is about to slam into him, it soaring over his head and slamming into a tree. However, like an energetic toddler, he gets back up again and continues running, often bumping into trees or tripping over himself again. It wouldn't take much effort for Saul to catch up with him at this pace, the fox simply too "drunk" on their pheromones to effectively escape, he having no clue where exactly he's running to either. The salazzle's threat doesn't encourage him to stop either, despite feeling like he's running in a dream, his balance and footwork all over the place despite his best efforts.

23:56 Saul Ashle lets out a hiss as he realizes he's missed his target and then picks up the pace. Much more sure footfalls follow those of the drunken foxes while the salazzles tail moves back and forth almost like a slithering snake with the pokemon's gait. He steadily closes on the fox until he's near enough to pounce. Even then he doesnt jump right on him, choosing instead to get close enough to swipe at his tail, clutching it and then pulling it close to his body. "You didnt really think you could get away from me, now did you?" He lifts the fox up and clutches him close to his body, steadily carrying him back to the stream.

00:04 Velo lets out a pain cry as his tail is suddenly grabbed a hold of, immediately causing him to stop and fall flat on his face yet again, promptly being dragged backwards along the floor towards Saul. "I don't wanna die!" He wails, knowing that he's in really big trouble now, there being no chance the salazzle will let their guard down after his failed attempted at escape. As he's cradled tightly against Saul's moist body, he considers biting them and making another run for it, but chickens out when he considers the even [i]worse[/i] reprecussions for causing the predator pain. Plus, if his last attempt was anything to go by, he couldn't outrun his grandma whilst Saul's natural musk is keeping him debilitated.

00:04 < Velo> // pained cry*

00:13 Saul Ashle snorts at his cry and gives his meal a long lick across his snout, tasting his fur in response. "Just shut up," he growls, keeping the fox secured against his moist smooth skin as he walks his way back to the clearing. The pokemon clicks the collar back into place around Velo's neck after they arrive and then drops him right next to the stream. "Now, get into the water and wash up, before I make I have to get mean. You're covered in grit from your stumbling." Saul digs one of his sharp claws into the fox's skin, just shy of drawing blood and runs it down his back, just to make a point.

00:13 < Saul Ashle> (Really mostly wanted an excuse to collar him again. Vore will begin shortly :P)

00:14 < Velo> // Hehe, I didn't expect any less ;3

00:22 Velo scrunches his face up as it's accosted by Saul's large and muculent tongue, the absolutely vile fetor of his breath now plastered over the fox's muzzle, which drips with the lizard's saliva in the wake of the slimy appendage grinding its way over it like a slug. "Euhg...!" He gags, kept uncomfortably snug against Saul's body as he's taken back, it feeling like he's getting intimate with someone who's tremendously sweaty. He doesn't need to be told twice as he's dropped next to the stream, desperate to wash the drool off of his muzzle so that he can at least escape [i]that[/i] smell for the time being, yelping as he's dug into with a claw. "I-I'm sorry!" He stammers, promptly hopping into the water, his snout the first thing to be thoroughly scrubbed.

00:30 Saul Ashle clutches the leash tight as he sits back on his haunches, watching the poor creature roll and waddle in the clean waters of teh stream, though the waters muddy only a couple feet from them, where the reminder of what will soon happen to Velo sits like a foul monument, shining in the last rays of the sun. Saul keeps a close eye on his little treat now, occasionally using on of his own feet to splash the foxe with a bit of water. The mist in the air seems to even be enough to keep the musk of the salamander away for a couple inches above the surface, finally providing Velo some much needed relief. That, however, doesn't last long when Saul finally decides he's clean enough, giving the leash a tug. "Alright, out with you."

00:40 Velo keeps himself turned away from the vile mess not a few feet away from him as he cleans himself off, trying to keep the thoughts of what's going to happen to him in the immediate future away. He finds his thoughts becoming clearer again, Saul's scent being dispersed momentarily, but his newly found mindfulness is wasted now that the salazzle is being so guarded about their prey. It would take divine intervention for the fox to have a modicum of a chance to get away again. He bumbles his way out of the water on command, once again grovelling before the lizard. "M-Master, I beg of you, please just let me go. I-I'm sorry I ran!" He begs, trying to appeal to Saul's ego, they never having demanded he refer to them as "master", and despite how sickening he finds subjugating himself to them is, he'll do anything to have his life spared.

00:49 Saul Ashle looks down at the creature before him and then laughs, shaking his head. A talon comes down to grasp upon the wet shoulder of the fox while the other keeps hold of the leash. It slowly runs down the foxes back, stopping momentairly to grop at his rump and letting a digit dart over his tail hole. Finally it reaches down towards on hind leg before he gives a jerk to pull the creature over onto his back. "Not only will I not let you go, but I think I'm going to make you watch as I gulp you down, letting everything recede from view during your last moments." He says with a growl, drawing the leg up towards his mouth. The open maw glinted pinkish purple in the dimming light, with glistening flecks of drool that dripped down from the ceiling. A distinct gum line edged it, but no teeth were there to be found, leading instead to a smooth gullet.

01:00 Velo whimpers at the rejection to his degrading pleas, trembling and wincing as Saul reaches down to grab him, they clearly going to take their time as they have him right where they want him, and with no chance of escape. "Ah..." He gasps as he's groped, his face flushing crimson again at the teasing violation, it at least being a minor mercy that the salazzle doesn't seem the type to rape before they eat. "Uah!" He yelps as he promptly has his hind leg yanked from underneath him so that he flops backwards, staring up at Saul with wide and panicked eyes. "No no, please!" He wails, his body being lifted off the floor slightly as his hind paws are drawn towards Saul's slobbering gorge, able to witness their drool run through the cracks and crevices of glistening flesh. At least, he thinks, this may be better than going head first, as he wouldn't have to deal with the full stench of their breath until his last moments, and what little comfort there is in being able to see the forest for as long as possible until the end.

01:02 < Saul Ashle> (Now...I hope it wouldnt be remiss of me to say we probably ought to stop for the night, else I fear we'll pause in the middle of the fun bits >.<)

01:03 < Velo> // Ah fair enough, getting tired?

01:03 < Saul Ashle> (A little bit, aye)

01:03 < Velo> // Understandable. ^^ Hope you've been enjoying~

01:03 < Saul Ashle> (Oh very very much so~

01:04 < Velo> // Wonderful!

01:04 < Saul Ashle> (and you?)

01:04 < Velo> // Of course! 3

01:05 < Velo> // :3*

21:10 Saul Ashle deposits that first hind paw into his mouth, clamping around it with his jaws and holding it there while he then fishes for the second one. Luke warm drool seeps down from the ceiling of the mouth to envelope the already wet fur, replacing it with a healthy layer of slime. Soon enough, the second one is shoved in, and then without a moments hesitation he forces his head down around the paws, pushing them into the slimy flesh that lines the back of his throat. One loud gulp can be heard as the gullet reaches forward, clutching upon the paws and pulling them into the muscular tube beyond, the first steps of what would be a rather unpleasant and short journey.

21:28 < Saul Ashle> (Boop)

21:40 < Saul Ashle> (test)

21:40 < Velo> // Hello?

21:41 < Saul Ashle> (^^

21:41 < Velo> // It was you all along!

21:41 < Velo> // Without further ado, here's the post

21:41 Velo lets out a yelp of terror as Saul's toothless maw begins to shlorp over his hind paws, it feeling incredibly hot and goopy, the salazzle taking his time to savour his captured prey now that there's nothing else to worry about. His suction on the fox's back paws is strong, gooping his slime over them as Velo writhes around, he desperately trying to grip at the grass and scrabble himself away, or pull his trapped paws out from Saul's gorge and kick them in the face. Thick lines of sticky drool ooze down the length of his hind legs to pool around where his butt meets the floor, the fox writhing and spasming around violently in his defiant frenzy.

21:46 Saul Ashle 's saliva tingles ever so slightly, though this is by far a small taste of what's to come once he's locked away to stew in that sleek stomach. The drool stains his coat purple, though its not noticeable till the saliva gets beyond the black fur to the grey thighs. Streaks can be seen running along his crack and oozing against the creature's sensitive tailhole. The gives another heavy swallow, drawing the paws deep enough that now the impressions of Velo's fighting showed as a pair of wiggling bulges in the thin black throat. The pokemon's tongue rolls over the fur, tasting every inch of the poor fox, and slicking him up for the journey beyond. Saul pushes himself forward, rather than trying to draw Velo back, allowing him to creep over the retreating form easier rather than figthing it.

21:53 Velo is helpless to try and free his ensnared legs from the salazzle's grasp, able to only weakly kick and squirm them around as they're taken into the slimy embrace of Saul's gob, the soft and slick muscles squishing around them before being forced into his tight and toasty gullet. "P-Please I beg of you!" Velo grits his teeth, trying to forcibly pull himself away from the voracious lizard, yet the throat muscles hold their grip, and so do the claws, Saul having the fox exactly where he wants him. Velo cries out in desperation, the salazzle wasting no time with their prey, pushing the fox into the floor with the force of their devouring, Velo feeling the hungry rippling and undulating of the throat muscles ruthlessly coaxing him in, gradually covering him in a thick layer of lubricating slime. "Not like this!" He sobs, his most violent struggles useless against Saul's onslaught, helpless to stop himself from being consumed whole, his legs already bulging from within Saul's throat.

22:07 Saul Ashle swallows him down till his tongue reaches the fox's rump while his eyes remain locked with Velo's, hungry eyes that left no doubt that he was seen as nothing more than a tasty treat. The muscles of the throat ripple around the legs, squeezing them in almost a crushing vice grip and helping to stifle their fighting movements. At the rump though, his tongue seems to give extra attention to the warm musky crack, running between it and pushing his tongue into the sensitive pucker that was the other's tail hole. The pink tongue even quests up over his hips to tickle across the warm balls and furred sheath, covering them in a healthy layer of slippery drool. The only noise that could be heard from the lizard was his hissing each time he lets out a breath, and otherwise silent while he enjoys his meal.

22:19 < Saul Ashle> (am tethered so forgive the occasional dcs

22:20 < Velo> // No probs

22:24 < Saul Ashle> (Also if you posted, I missed it)

22:24 Velo quivers. Tears flow freely from Velo's eyes by now, the oppressive heat and compact sliminess of Saul's maw and gullet making its way up his body at a frightening pace, the gummy walls seeming to chew on him with every inch of him that's devoured. His paws scrape uselessly upon the ground, the salazzle simply feeding him between their wide jaws, simultaneously violating the fox with their prehensile tongue. "H-Hahggmnn...!" Velo gasps and grunts, his back arching off the floor as the tongue penetrates him, his face lighting up red again, the slick and repulsive tongue coaxing out his member with the tantalizing stimulation, much to the fox's chagrin,the sounds of Velo's moaning and wailing joined with the lewd gulking and shlurking as Saul feasts.

22:36 Saul Ashle smirks around the meal as he feels Velo begin to get going, and now presses onward, letting the warm flesh instead now envelope the slowly growing member as it slides up over it. The tongue darts across the foxe's back, given additional access by his arching body and curling to reel him in. Saul begins to lift Velo up now, raising him towards the sky as his meal's center of gravity is drawn up into his mouth. The bulge of his rump can easily be seen through the black flesh, along with that of his feet, though they're rapidly approaching the core of the large lizard, and moving faster still now as the pull of gravity aids the steady rythymic motions of the peristalsis.

22:42 Velo feels the shift. The addition of gravity simply makes Velo's consumption all the easier, the obvious distension of his form squirming and wriggling around in Saul's gullet, his struggle more instinctual than his belief he's actually going to be able to free himself, having given up hope, whimpering pathetically with a deep blush plastered across his face. He can't believe he's going to meet such a humiliating end in the belly of the salazzle, to be reduced to nothing but a fox sized bulge in their gut. "N-No... Please...!" He pleads, feeling Saul's humid and foetid breath billow up over him, assaulting his nostrils, the rank and tightly packed undulating and muculent flesh tunnel the only place he's going.

22:48 Saul Ashle 's throat muscles roll over the exposed shaft, giving it much the same treatment that his tongue had, albeit at a slower and more regular pace. Velo can feel his hind paws temporarily meet some resistance before then the end of the tube opens up to allow him entry. Seems the fox has rather reached teh end of the line, or at least part of him. As the lizard's maw creeps up over his chest, the hot vile breath of the salazzle is unmistakeable as he breathes it out over his prey's face, but at least the saliva is no longer dripping down over his form. The mouth yawns wider, stretching over the shoulders and then the neck, leaving the soft slimy front of the pokemon's face pushing against his prey's chin. Deep down inside, the paws meet the thicker and fouler goop that already rimmed his predator's stomach, before reaching the lining, forcing the rest of his body as it enters to begin to curl up in the stretching sack.

23:02 Velo slides down further. Another swallow, and another inch of Velo disappears into the salazzle's pliant body, distending out their skin with the outline of his struggling form, the flesh clinging to him skin-tight. He's torn between watching Saul lay claim to his body, and averting his gaze, but it's like watching the countdown to your own death. Dare you look away? He sobs before letting out a barely audible cry for help. The increasing amounts of drool ooze over Velo, seeping right into him, thoroughly matting down his fur and as it disappears into the darkness of the lizard's gullet. He turns his face upwards as he feels himself sinking into the salazzle, trying to cry out one last time, but instead breaking down into a sob, his collar sliding against Saul's tongue as his neck begins to slide into their maw, drool dripping down onto his face, oozing into his mouth, nostrils, and eyes.

23:15 Saul Ashle 's swallows grow louder now as Velo's ears sink into his mouth, allowing the noises to now travel up through the hot drool that coated him. Another gulp and the fox's eyes are drawn in past the lips, allowing him to see only his arms and the leash extended out while the gumline shifts further and further into view. The tongue curls up, wrapping around velo's face and forcing the vile slime up into his nose and mouth, leaving the smell and taste overwhelmingly present to compliment the warm squishy feeling of the muscles rolling over him. Finally the tongue forces him backwards inot the throat, sealing him away from the light of the world. The sounds of the salazzles insides are magnified 100 fold as the steady heartbeat and labored breathing add to the organic churning squelching from down below as digestive fluids are forced past his body in the churning stomach.

23:21 Velo 's final cry is soon muffled as he sinks down into Saul's maw with a [i]shlurk[/i], forced to close his eyes as thick globs of saliva drool over his scalp, running down his face and neck in viscous strands, his head soon becoming squished on all sides by the moist gullet. "MRHGF!" He writhes in futility, the powerful throat muscles constricting around him to send him down to the salazzle's belly with a torrent of hot and sticky saliva. Sliding within, his body naturally curls up in the curvature of Saul's gut, causing it to sag with his weight and bulge with his form, the awaiting stomach compact all around him, leaving none of him unmolested. "Gngnrmph!" His unintelligible muffled begs for mercy are accompanied by useless writhing, causing Saul's hanging belly to squirm around. The stench is so vile that it makes the fox gag, scrunched up on himself, squelched within the repugnant mulch and slop that rests within Saul's belly.

23:33 Saul Ashle soon enough works the last of the hands down his throat as well and then snaps his jaws shut. One hand reaches down to slowly trace the movement of his prey as its worked down towards his stomach, aided along by the S curves he made in his neck, while the other holds on to the end of the leash, not letting it sink all the way into his maw. Once the last paw is sealed away in the warm foul chamber, the lizard lays down onto his side, slowly rubbing over the fighting bulge, tracing the contours that the different bits of his prey's body made in his taut skin. "Thats it, fight all you want, it feels lovely~" He coos, his voice booming in his prey's ears. Velo could feel the tugging on the leash like a little life line, and yet, it seemed, that the toying pokemon never pulled hard enough to actually breach free of the sphincters that topped the sack, and more importantly keeping his muzzle in the breathable air. Steadily the acids grew deeper, a thick viscous slime that felt almost like gelatin in consistancy, no doubt the same stuff that had been splattered out upon his poor pooch.

23:35 < Velo> // Now I really gotta get to sleep in order to get up for work tomorrow

23:36 < Saul Ashle> (aww darn!)

23:36 < Velo> // I know, already stayed up later than usual

23:36 < Saul Ashle> (Sleep well)

23:36 < Velo> // Thanks, I'll save this first.

23:37 < Velo> // Night!