Disupte over a Warm Rock

9 January 2017

20:20 < Saul Ashle> Saul might think it ok to give to an ekans of course. Snake shouldnt know :B

20:21 < Bryson the Voracious> He shouldn't, but snake might have experience with salazzles~

23:12 < Bryson the Voracious> Baaaaaack~

23:13 < Saul Ashle> So I saul

23:13 < Bryson the Voracious> So, ready to get things under way~?

23:13 < Saul Ashle> Indeed~

23:14 < Bryson the Voracious> Alright, who should post first~?

23:16 Saul Ashle has found himself one of the best rocks in all of the prairie to perch upon, spreading his body out along the warm face and letting his black body soak up the rays. His tail flicks back and forth, gleaming in the sun and leaving a slimy residue upon the surface of the rock, occasionally giving the world a glimpse of the orange undersides of it.

23:16 < Saul Ashle> (prey starts, its the rule :P)

23:18 Bryson the Voracious slithers through said prairie at a modest pace. Though he's cold-blooded, it's a fairly warm day out, so he's not in too much of a hurry to find a place to rest. The ekans peeks his head out, and spots a rock... Just as a salazzle takes his supposed spot. "Hmmph... i'll go show that Sal-ass-le what it means to think he can take my spot.... I bet he won't ever forget it~"

23:22 Saul Ashle pays no mind to the goings on around him. As far as he's concerned, he's the meanest thing in at least the general vacinity. Plus he doesnt expect to be here too long, since he liked his water to keep his body moist as well. As he lays there, the tell tale musk of a male salandit tree eminates from his tail, a pleasant smokey scent that idly fills the air and would leave most pokemon at least mildly lightheaded.

23:30 Bryson the Voracious tucked his head back under the grass, and used the scent of the salazzle to track him without peeking up. He slips through the grass fairly easily, weaving through so as to not rustle it, slowly sneaking up upon the amphibian. He finally smells that he's near the source of that smoky musk, and prepares to strike... He coils back, preparing to launch up, and coil around his target.... Finally, he does just that, out of nowhere, he slides and coils himself around the salazzle, covering him head to tail with ekans coils, constricting enough that his food can breathe and speak, but squeezing extra firmly around the throat to prevent the use of attacks.

23:35 Saul Ashle hisses out as he feels the snake strike, though that's all he can get out before he's wrapped up entirely in coils from head to tail, preventing him from moving. The lizard squirms in the grip and convulses his throat, atempting to spit his glops of poison, and yet it gets caught against the squeezing muscle. "H-hey! Let me go you stupid snake, what do you think you're doing?!" He cries out. His tail begins go grow hotter as well in that orange stripe, but lacking the movement required to flick it and conjure up his flame he's left without any way to defend himself.

23:40 Bryson the Voracious flicks his tongue out, and licks over the salazzle a few times, before smiling~ "Oh, what am I doing? I'm just helping myself to this wonderful spot you've got here, maybe taking the one who was sitting on it and making him into a meal for me~ After all, you're gonna get eaten anyways if you find a mate, so i figured why not help myself to a cute male salazzle who had no idea that he was being snuck up upon~?" The snake giggles as he feels those globs of poison get stuck. "Aww, what's the matter? Snake got you all bound and helpless~? Heh, not like your poison would do anything to me anyways~"

23:48 Saul Ashle 's slippery flesh is hard to hold on to as he tries to slide right on out fo teh grip, making only a little headway that would be rather easy to adjust to by his long sinuous predator. The pokemon tastes bitter to the tongue, though once the initial layer of slime is licked past the flesh itself is a rather smokey flavor. He's forced to gulp down the poison in order to breathe before glareing up at the tongue, getting a glimpse of the pink flesh behind the purple scales. "If not, then let me spit it at you, fight me in a fair fight and you know you'd lose. I'm not food, especially not to anyone but a mate."

23:54 Bryson the Voracious smiles with a sly sort of grin, licking his lips as the tip of his tail runs across the salazzle's crotch. "Is that so~? If that's the case i might just have to make you mate with me before i gulp you down, won't i you adorable salamander boy~?" He smiles, moving his now exposed pucker up to the salazzle's slit, pressing the warm, fleshy, wet ring up against it. "Besides, i don't think you'll be getting a fair fight my adorable meal, your smoky meat tastes so delicious... my stomach needs such a delicious meal~ Your slimy surface acts like a fine sauce, making you taste even better~"

00:01 Saul Ashle begins to notice a bulge pressing against him, thick and partially squishy right up against his gut and as his eyes follow down the coiled snake, he spies a rather large lump on the outside too. "B-but...but look, you've already got a meal it seems, I thought that was supposed to keep you fed for several weeks," he protests, squirming as he feels the wet ring pushing against his slit, slowly teasing free the hidden shaft. The slick flesh acts as a bit of lube too as the tip presses out, pushing against the tight sphincter.

00:05 Bryson the Voracious blushes and grunts out a bit as he feels the salazzle start to grow erect straight into his ring. He looks over his body, to his grrmbling belly, which still has his last meal inside, long since dead, but still there digesting~ "Ah, i do have a meal, but that one's been in there for a week or two at this poing, and i want some fresh food, some food that i know will squirm well for me~" He pressed his taught, fleshy ring harder against the salazzle's length. Power bottoming the salamander~

00:10 Saul Ashle meets the snake's words with a skeptical look. A week or two in a snake? All but something like an onix would have melted away by then. This snake was just plain greedy, but before he can offer a retort, a particualrly well timed thrust causes his tip to slip through into the snake's cloaca, drawing an unwelcomed moan from his lips. His shaft continues to get thicker still as it steadily spills from the hidden pouch. The ekan's insides massage over the tip, drawing gasps and shudders from his soon to be meal.

00:18 Bryson the Voracious hears the lewd moan from the salazzle, looking into his eyes and winking while his back door clenches and slides back and forth over the salazzle's shaft~ "Oh, i can see your mind wondering, even if that wonder is clouded by lust~ If you must know, i'm just getting to the meaty part of a foretress~ You'll be joining him before long though, and both of you will exit at about the same time~ It's a shame the foretress's skeleton had to melt away to digest him though... Now i only get to see one of your bones when i enjoy just how much i've taken from you~"

00:19 < Saul Ashle> (That must have been a massive bulge at one point :P

00:20 < Bryson the Voracious> (indeed -w-)

00:23 Saul Ashle gives another moaning hiss as he hears the taunting words. "N-no...please...you should know I'm very toxic...even for you..." he responds in short breaths, trying to argue his way free. The thrusing tail causes his breath to quicken as his own shaft penetrates deeper and deeper into the snake as he's milked. Pre exudes from the tip, thick and musky, while his shaft finally begins to reach its full length. He thinks he can feel teh hemipeni of the reptile pressing against his own body as he thrusts.

00:24 < Saul Ashle> (Also not gonna make use of even his bones? Alright :P)

00:24 < Bryson the Voracious> (What do you mean? He might take a trophy~)

00:24 < Saul Ashle> (Fair :P)

00:31 Bryson the Voracious keeps milking the salazzle, clenching his taught pucker around the member time and time again, the ekans himself starting to get a blush on his face. "Oh please, you don't scare me~ I just licked your slime, and i'm perfectly fine. If i felt like it i could drink your poison like water, but i won't I can tell you're trying so hard to free yourself from your fate as snake shit, but how can you do that when after i milk you out, your own instincts will scream at you to climb right on in my throat~?"

00:35 Saul Ashle only lasts a couple more thrusts longer before his shaft begins to spill its warm seed up into the bowels of the pokemon, spurting wave after wave of thick sticky cum into the ekan's rump. He lets out a loud moan as his body clenches, followed soon after by heavy breathing and a cool serenity as the salazzle goes completly still. It had happened, he was now at hte complete mercy of his predator while his body is put into a largely unresponsive state. A deep part of his mind told him he'd fulfilled his purpose.

00:38 Bryson the Voracious smiled and opened up his mouth, not wasting any time. He knew the salazzle's body was not going to let him resist what happened next, so he stuffed the salazzle's face into his mouth, which made his snout poke into his throat. The ekans kept going though, as the surprisingly warm insides of the reptile squished and kneaded saliva all over the salazzle, the gullet pulling him deeper and deeper, the ekans diving over the salazzle's shoulders, pinning his arms to his sides... He knew now the salazzle's doom was sealed, his body his for the pleasure of digesting...

00:42 Saul Ashle feels the luke warm slick liquid washing over his face and the stale breath of the snake running up his snout, but even still, he cant muster up the willpower to fight back against the oncoming demise. He feels the throat sliding over his head, sealing him away in darkness with the first gulp, allowing the slick noises of the snake's insides to sound all around him through his hearing flaps. The muscles give and roll as he's drawn deeper, and likely he would be like this for long enough to truly seal his fate.

00:49 Bryson the Voracious kept up his efficient methods, soon making his way all the way down to the milked cock, which was still hilted in his rear, which the ekans moaned a bit at as he pulled off of, tucking the cock against its owner's crotch as he soon enveloped that as well, the ekans soon tilting his head back, and gently clenching his throat muscles to roll the food deeper into his body. At some point, the salazzle would feel the chamber widen out, if only nearly unnoticeably.

00:53 Saul Ashle 's body slides back and forth within the throat, moving ever deeper with the twisting curves of the snake's form as it draws him into the tight slimy gullet, though his constantly moist skin registered less the slime and more the thickening of the fluids around him. He shivers as his shaft is pulled from the tight hole, and as his hind legs are taken into the mouth he begins to come too. His body squirms in the gullet, pressing out weakly against the strong muscles while his incredibly fat tail waves back and forth in protest, leaving no doubt that the salamander had been eating very well. "S-spit me up! You're not a salazzle, you cant do this."

00:58 Bryson the Voracious finally tucks the rest of that fat tail into his mouth, before closing it contently as he had a pretty sizable bulge in his midsection from his large meal. He put his head up against his grrrrrgling gut, and smiled when he faintly made out the muffled sounds from his gut that weren't his body. "Oh, clearly i can do this. You seemed pretty confident that you'd be too toxic for me to handle, well, let's just see how trustworthy you are~" His gut squeeeeezed and kneaded the lightly tingling fluids of the ekans's stomach into the salazzle firmly, covering him in the viscous fluids that oh so lightly tingled around him.

01:05 Saul Ashle feels himself sliding deeper still until he encounters a sludgy pool and the foul scent of bile rising up around his nares. It seems the salazzle had reached the center of the snake now, and boy was it active, full of viscous liquid that stung at first contact as it reacts with his sensitive flesh. As more of his body pushes in, he's forced up against the decaying form of something fleshy which gives underneath his pressure. He squeals as the even denser liquid and guts from the fortress intermingle with him while his tial is pushed into the stomach. His body is forced to curl back up against itself from teh tail back in order to fit in the uncomfortable chamber. "B_but by then it will be too late for both you and me..." He says, responsing to the booming sounds around him.

01:09 Bryson the Voracious giggles as he hears the squeal. "Ah, did you meet my foretress friend~? Yeah, he probably would have the same reaction if he saw your rotting, meaty body when he slid down there~" He giggles and lays acrossed his belly to feel the squirming of his food~ "Don't worry though, digestion for you won't last too long~ I just hope you don't mind sharing with an occupant who's... well, he's a bit meaty~" He chuckles, letting out a large "Bruuuuap~" To take air away from his captive food. "Heh, and what's more, you're going to be very familiar with him by the time this is all said and done, you'll be bonding with him by intermingling with the logs of snake shit you make~ Oh, and don't worry, i'll take my chances with the poison~"

01:13 Saul Ashle feels the heavy weight of the snake's body settling down onto him, pressing him into the rock and forcing the decaying lump to smear between the crevices of his body. The salamander puts up quite the fight, pushing his legs out against the sides of the stomach, though the powerful muscles barely even budge from his movements. He can feel the burning already growing more painful, and the humiliation of him becoming nothing more than snake food was getting to him as well. "I-I dont deserve this...you should be my prey!" He calls out pitifully, feeling the stomach contract around him as the rest of the air leaves, giving him only a couple minutes longer as he breathes what's left trapped in the acids, completl submerged in the juice.

01:18 Bryson the Voracious giggles and nuzzles into the bulge in his gut. "Well, no matter how much you think i should be your prey, that doesn't change the fact that you're mine, and there's nothing you can do to change that~" Face it salazzle, you're going to serve me by giving me absolutely everything i need, and then the rest of you's getting put into the form that you truly belong in. You're my food to digest, and i'll probably even take your skull too, and plant a berry tree seed in your skull. Then, you'll truly have served me in every way possible, and i'll have no qualms~" his stomach contracted painfully tightly around you, squeezing you up in such a tight space, made even tighter by the presence of the digesting foretress meat. "Now, go to sleep Salazzle... you'll never wake up again~"

01:24 Saul Ashle lets out a muffled protest, but submerged as he is, it comes off as nothing more than a gurgling as the liquid rushes in to take its place. He's forced to taste the remains of the mollusk which burns at his tongue and makes him feel queezy. Still, this state, fortunately, he's not forced to be in for too much longer as his struggles use up the remaining supply of dissolved air in the acid. His body burns and aches and then with one final shudder he goes still without even a single further word of protest, having no air left for which to give it.

01:33 < Bryson the Voracious> (I'll be a bit, then after dinner i'll make my last post~)

01:33 < Saul Ashle> (IN that case, I should probably head to bed and I'll read it in the morning. Gotta get up somewhat early)

01:33 < Bryson the Voracious> (Okay, good night snake shit~)

01:34 < Saul Ashle> (Nini alternate of salazzle shit)

01:34 < Bryson the Voracious> (=w=~

01:34 Bryson the Voracious spent a good portion of the next three days curled up in his den, listening to his belly digest and gurgle away his large meal. It was quite a treat to have such a proud pokemon reduced to such little in his gut. The bulge took a good whie of working and gurgling for his belly to start to break down, but once his gut got in touch with the succulent flesh of the salamander pokemon. "Bruuup.... Mmmph... seems like my belly is enjoying breaking you down... Oh well, once it's over, it'll appreciate the layering of pudge you give me~" The snake knew nobody heard him, but he couldn't help but tease his digesting prey. "After all, thee is only one place you belong now, and that's out on the ground as a stinking pile of filthy shit~" This process of teasing his already deceased prey only served as entertainment for the snake, as his belly eventually did work both the salazzle, and the remnants of the foretress down into a thick, goopy chyme. This chyme filtered through the rest of the snake's body, stripping every little bit of nutrients from the two meals.

Eventually, the day would come that both of his meals had been stripped of anything useful, and the snake opened the exposed part of his tailhole near his home, and grunted, pushing out log after log of his former meals. The forettress made a particularly stenching mixture in with the salazzle, who made much thicker and firmer logs of bone-speckled shit. The snake grunted, as he forced the last thing out of his system. A dingy, dirty looking salazzle skull. The snake smiled, picking it up, and putting it in a corner of his den along with several other skulls... it seems the slazzle had truly found his place~