Just Another Dinner

28 January 2017

02:26 Seaward Skies flops in; pegahorse crashing poképarty!

02:28 Saul Ashle skitters in and waves at the various pokes. "Hiya yall~"

02:29 Seaward Skies finds himself a spot to settle down with a wave of his own hoof. How are poképeoples doing tonight?

02:31 Saul Ashle settles himself down to sun on a rock that happens to be right next to where the pegasus is Lieing

02:31 Diane Pichu flops down somewhere, tired Pichu. x.x

02:32 Saul Ashle casts Diane a wave of a talon. "You look a little spent."

02:32 Seaward Skies doesn't seem to pay the lizard any mind, content to laze where he sits.

02:33 Diane Pichu looks back. "More just waking up.. I don't know why i'm so tired out."

02:37 Saul Ashle nods his head at the pickup. "Well perhaps you ended up over sleeping. I find that sometimes makes me really tired." The salazzle let's his tail hang down over the edge of the rock, allowing about half of it to rest on skies's back.

02:38 Seaward Skies feels the smooth, warm weight of the tail against him and he snorts, shifting away as his wings flare to push the tail aside. Some people! Or...pokés!

02:40 Diane Pichu rolls herself onto her back. Yawning softly. "More then likely.. I slept about 8 hours today. normally only sleepy about 6-7..

02:44 Saul Ashle feels the resistance of the warn fuzzy creature below him fighting his tail and reacts by wrapping him up around the barrel and drawing him upwards. The salazzle feels his stomach Grumble just a bit and smirks about his catch. The smooth flesh is squishy with the fat of prior meals, almost like being wrapped in a pillow. "Ya, then I suppose that would do it too. You ought to get up and move around then, get some energy going."

02:47 Seaward Skies has just gotten free of the tail when it moves again, this time wrapping around in a single tight coil that passes just under his forelegs. The fatty flesh gives slightly as it tightens, but soon enough any sense of comfort is gone, especially as the pegasus rises up, his wings trapped under the tail. A panicked whinny escapes him and he squirms, pushing his forehooves against the dark, smooth skin as his head swivels to face the lizard. "Hey, what's the big idea here?!"

02:56 Saul Ashle only gives Seaward Skies the briefest of glances as he begins to make a comotion and licks his lips ominously. His vision snaps back to the pichu. "I hope you can manage to wake up. I'm the mean time, if you'll excuse me, I've yet to grab... Or we'll I've grabbed it, but at least have yet to eat dinner." without any further ceremony, the Pokémon opens his jaws and darts them forward, enveloping the pony in his warm sticky jaws. The bitter sweet smell overwhelms his nostrils while the purplish slime tints the blue facial fur.

03:04 Seaward Skies is already feeling his cheeks heat up even as the tail starts to bring him around in front of the Salazzle; his struggling is making the plush tail rub up against the bound wings, wings that are more than a little sensitive to the touch, And then his captor starts to talk about food, mentioned the dinner he'd grabbed. Only one thing that the pegasus can see in Saul's grip, and there's barely a second for the realisation to sink in and for Skies to open his mouth in preparation of an abrupt protest before [b]snap![/b] the jaws are around his head!
As big as the lizard is, the pony is still a substantial morsel in comparison, and the hook-toothed maw only manages to take his head and neck in the first go. It's more than enough to get the pegasus panicking, his legs flailing, kicking at the air as strange sweet slime fills his mouth. Already drool is matting down his coat and his chestnut mane, forcing it to stick down to his skull, and with a mouthful of that same drool he can only splutter in response.

03:13 Saul Ashle offers KentoRai an acknowledging wave of his claw with a struggling pegasus hanging out of his jaws. His powerful tail absorbs the squirming, keeping the poor creatures rather locked up tightly in his grip. The tongue rolls all over the stallions head, pushing on against his eyes and over the nostrils as he tastes and slickens up his treat. The taste of sea breeze lingers on his tongue, intermingling with the warm meaty flavor of the flesh but beneath the fur. Still he only lingers here for a short time as he's a meal to devour so that he can return to chatting. The first heavy gulp sounds out as it draws the entire head into his gullet, leaving a very discernable bulge as it closes in like a glove. His lips press down against his rail now as he works his head back and forth beneath the coil.

03:23 Seaward Skies can feel no give in the tail, all the fat of past meals work to its advantage, working like padding against the struggles and short impacts of furred body against smooth skin. It isn't long before the fight seems to drain from the pegasus, though whether it's because he's tiring or because there seems to be no change, is hard to say. Besides, ignoring the smell and the taste of it, and the danger that lurks just a few inches beyond his muzzle, it almost feels pleasant in the mouth, with the rough but slimy tongue stroking all over him, like some sort of strange masseuse's tool. In fact, with the padded tail still around his wings, the pegasus can feel a very distinct, very unwelcome swelling between his hind legs.
The 'tranquillity' lasts for all of a few seconds, until the first swallow takes a grip of Skies' muzzle and pulls him inward; the slick chamber around his head gives way to a long muscular tube that's shockingly tight around him, restricting all movement, pressing his ears down and his eyes shut as he hisses his displeasure. And his struggles pick up once more, head shifting along his barrel, as the reality of the moment hits him with all the force of an express train; he's being eaten by this thing!

03:37 Saul Ashle 's lips seal around the shoulders and the wings as they slip between the loosened coils of the tail while the sharp teeth dig into the toned flesh, threatening to pierce the skin with too much struggling. He uncurls his tail from the barrel, and as it relaxes it naturally falls into position between the stallions legs, rubbing against the pony's sheath. The lizard makes his own noises, those purrs of satisfaction from a well earned meal as he feels it fighting. The teeth scrape against his body with another swallow while the muscular throat draws him deeper into the crashing depths. The heavy gulping rings out in the pony's ears alongside the thumping of the lizards heart while his muzzle is so drenched in drool it's difficult to breathe.

03:46 Seaward Skies is forced, as the next swallow pushes him in deeper and makes the bulge in the dark skin all the more apparent, to curl his lips back from teeth left clenched by pressure, trying to suck air between them and avoid a mouthful of slimy drool. He isn't entirely successful, once more getting a taste of the sickly flavour spreading over his tongue, his head spinning in the rippling tightness and heat. To make matters worse the rubbing of that smooth, plump tail is making his arousal spike, and within moments his shaft is spilling forth and grinding along it while in the darkness his cheeks burn with shame. His squirms are somewhat muted now, not just by the threat of the teeth but by the fact that, from chest up, he physically can't do more than wiggle pathetically. Hindlegs give the occasional kick, making his rump shift and bob in the air, but the only other sign of displeasure now is the whimpering that comes with each straining breath. Mind swamped by a mix of fear and dear gods why does it feel so [b]good[/b]?

04:04 Saul Ashle 's saliva is certainly rather intoxicating to those not used to it as the fumes get in and addle ones mind, making it easier for him to get his prey down. The lizard gulps around the creature bringing now, his tongue up against the shaft of the other and slathering it in ways that the tail had been unable to do. The hot muscle roll over the dripping member, tasting up the musky flavor it added to the rest of his meal. He doesn't linger long though steadily letting his meal sink deeper still without any real struggles. Soon enough Seaward_Skies can feel his muzzle pushing though the top of the stomach, blasting him with the scent of bile. The liquid in here is thick and sticky, almost like mud, and tongues the instant it hits his fur, letting him know just how hostile an environment it was. Any observer would see the bulge disappearing into his belly while the barrel of the pony shows clearly in the dark neck with only a pair of weakly kicking hooves and a sopping wet tail visible.

04:13 Seaward Skies is stuck somewhere between heaven and hell now, his head swimming with the poisonous insides, making him mix up the pleasure and pain that assault him from almost every side. Hips move without thought, grinding his cock into the tongue that caresses it for the briefest of times, so short that the pegasus isn't sure if he was being teased of if the salazzle truly didn't notice or care about the arousal, seeing it as just another flavour on the meal. Oh gods, is that how this thing sees him? Another swallow squeezes him along, and he finds himself gasping in short breaths, wondering if the lizard sees him as a person, or if he's really nothing more than food in those purple eyes. The thought makes him squirm, makes him cry out in the tunnel, makes the bulge dance in a grotesque way. He's not a stranger to this process; he's watched it before with others, wondering in a secret part of his mind how it would feel, and now here he is.
His snout breaches the sphincter and almost immediately he gags on the smell, sour bile mixed with that everpresent, sickly poison. As his head slides in and his rump starts to spread the throat out, member tucked into the wet tightness, he feels the odd sensations against his skin and with his jaws finally loosed he starts to use his voice once more. "Stop it, I'm not just a dumb horse! I'm not food, I'm a damn person!"

04:18 < Ozy> (Oh look, noms is getting ate =3 )

04:19 < Fee> [eicon]renalurk[/eicon] (So they is.)

04:19 < Feath> ( Situation nom inal. )

04:20 < Derp Aderpy> (Someone probably got nominated.)

04:35 < Derp Aderpy> I suppose you could give it an eat out of ten.

04:36 < Silk the Minccino> Look what you've done Derp

04:36 < Derp Aderpy> I didn't start it!

04:36 < Silk the Minccino> Then who are we [b]NOM[/b]inating as the scapegoat?

04:37 < Derp Aderpy> Owl vote Feath.

04:37 Saul Ashle curls tha tongue up between the stallion's cheeks as he pushes SeawardSkies_ back into his throat, dipping the slick muscular length into the tail hole and grazing it up along the dock of the pony, shoving him backwards. It hooks in, down against his prostate and rubs against the sensitive spot, before, with a loud gulp, that too is shoved away and out of sight, leaving just the bulging form upon his throat.
THe hooves begin to settle inside now, and get graced by the tongue, digging down into the frogs to taste the earthy flavor that lined the insides of them and tickling over the sensitive bits as he eases them back. His jaws then snap together, and with one final swallow all of the poor stallion is rendered from site as the tail slipps up between the jaws. A claw gently traces the form, pushing against hte member that bulged obscenely in the throat, until finally all of the pony is depositied in his steaming stomach. THe muscles roll and squeeze around him, mixing him with the goop and rubbing up against his crotch while the salazzle turns his attention back towards the other mons, ignoreing anything his food has to say. "Well...it seems that pichu ran off durring dinner," he comments.

04:42 < Ozy> (Nominator/nominee is my pun though =< )

04:44 < Serendipity Astralis> (I'm free!)

04:45 < Arianna the Goodra> (Hooray! ^_^)

04:48 Seaward Skies yelps when the tongue gives him that parting gift, a push inward that makes his prostate throb and his cock twitch and drool precum right into the ravenous throat. The Salazzle is most certainly teasing him, pushing him onward towards a final, shameful orgasm but not taking the time to actually push him over the edge. Instead, the pegasus can only grind himself against the throat's walls, hooves jerking as they're toyed with, before at last they start the long journey downwards along with the rest of him, tail following close behind, The pressure from outwith keeps his movements going, until he's forced into a tight ball inside the stomach itself, upside down with his legs, belly and cock pressed against the outer wall, the shape of them clear in the lumpy bulge that hangs from Saul.
Down there, with the walls starting to work over his form, skin tingling, surrounded by the organic noises of a body hard at work - hard at work digesting him - he wonders if perhaps, just perhaps, Saul didn't hear. It's a foolish thought but he clings to it, making another weak call. "Please, I can already feel it! Don't leave me in here, please, I'm not food!" But even as he says it, the sinking feeling in his stomach tells him no. No, you are food. And his hips start to hump forward once more, the desperate grinding clear and visible to anyone looking at the distended gut...

04:51 < System> [user]Seaward Skies[/user] rolls 1d10: [b]3[/b]

04:51 < Gyro Feather> (Onto tier 2~)

04:51 < System> [user]Seaward Skies[/user] rolls 1d10: [b]7[/b]

04:52 < Seaward Skies> (Tier 3~)

04:52 < System> [user]Seaward Skies[/user] rolls 1d10: [b]7[/b]

04:52 < Saul Ashle> (And 4~)

04:52 < System> [user]Seaward Skies[/user] rolls 1d10: [b]9[/b]

04:52 < Seaward Skies> (Tier 5~)

04:52 < System> [user]Seaward Skies[/user] rolls 1d10: [b]1[/b]

04:52 < Seaward Skies> (Tier 5 it is~)

04:52 < Saul Ashle> (5 it is :D)

04:53 < Ozy> What's that mean? =p

04:53 < System> [user]Gyro Feather[/user] rolls 2d6: [b]5[/b]

04:53 < Saul Ashle> (NOt even a week it seems xP

04:53 < Diane Pichu> I have no idea what that is.. But I assume one of them kinda silly vore games.

04:53 < Diane Pichu> Hello Ozy.

04:53 < Ozy> Hi noms

04:53 < Saul Ashle> (It is, yes :P)

04:53 < Masune the Delphox> OMG Gold Chocobo!

04:54 < Diane Pichu> (No idea what one. There's too many. :p )

04:54 < Diane Pichu> I'm a Pichu, not noms. :o

04:54 < Masune the Delphox> Goes as fast as Sanic!

04:54 < Masune the Delphox> :P

04:56 Feath cheeps "White chocobos."

04:58 < Atrosh> wark or something

04:59 Saul Ashle feels the meal settling donw in his belly now, tracing it till it ends in his bulging belly, before hten licking his licks, turning out to look at the other pokemon, and the new bird. He scoots further on the rock, closer to the crowd, dragging his belly along the warm stone and jostling the creature he'd caught for food. He doesnt even acknowledge the other's cries, as he was nothing worth thinking about now, just a thing to feed his hunger.
THe muscles slosh around the creature, making squelching noises as liquid rushes past him, working into every nook and cranny of his body, including his member and sensitive tail hole and adding the tingling burning all over. He smirks for a moment as he feels the grinding inside, and his stomach responds in kind, rolling over the member and giving it a warm massage.
"A white one? I guess its always good to have a healer around. Never know when one poke is gonna injur anothe rone."

05:01 Feath just hoots.

05:01 < Ozy> That was a hooooot

05:02 Diane Pichu gets herself up, the anthro Pichu looking around. She feels a lot more awake now, thankfully.

05:04 Feath nods, "Best hoot!"

05:05 Seaward Skies feels the pressure of the ground against him, the dulled sensation of motion, and then a heavier weight as Saul settles himself own on his belly. The tingling is already starting to rise to an itch, especially over his tailhole; the bare skin is more sensitive, despite having been in the stomach for less time. He barely notices, now lying on his front and pushing his cock into wrinkled, fleshy walls that press back at him, making his spine arch with pleasure, distracting him from the horrors of the stomach itself. It can't last long, though; he's already twitching, pumping out precum at a constant rate, and even as fur starts to come away to expose pink skin, he's just a few thrusts away from climax...

05:09 < Serendipity Astralis> (What's going on with the rolls?)

05:12 < Seaward Skies> (Playing pyramids)

05:12 < Arianna the Bayleef> (Oh yeah, what was the result of that?)

05:13 < Seaward Skies> (25 days as tailfat~)

05:13 < Serendipity Astralis> (I'm still confused...)

05:14 < Arianna the Bayleef> (There's a game that decides how long you get tempvored for. Those rolls decided that by some ruleset.)

05:15 < Serendipity Astralis> (I've only had a single person willing to do temp with me, and they used some wheel...)

05:17 Saul Ashle ignores the motion in his belly as he settles his weight down on the creature as he realize he's getting a tad tired. He closes his eyes and curls up as he begins to sleep, allowing his belly to go fully to work on the creature inside. It squeezes the poor pone, teasing over his shaft as his captor slowly beigns to drift off to sleep. "Mmmm....that was a wonderful meal..." he mumbels out as he begins to drift off.
Now the stallion was left alone to be subjected to the horrors of his stomach with no solace that his captor migh thave a change of heart now. THe pegasus was well and truly food and he'd come to realize this soon enough. Meanwhile, the warm muscles clench over the thrusting shaft as it buries itself into the walls, adding a tingling to the shaft as it pushes against it.

05:24 Seaward Skies doesn't even notice that the salazzle is dozing, too wrapped up in his own final pleasure. It comes suddenly, almost violently; his hips push themselves forward with a lurch and a keening moaning comes from the pegasus as warm cum spurts from a pulsing stallionhood, his softening pucker flexing, whole body going tense and hard for the short moments that his orgasm lasts. Almost as soon as it's over he finds himself thrust back to cruel reality, his body almost entirely bare, exposed skin reddening where the acids burn at him, and the burning sensation covers him from ears to dock. Desperate hooves push out, making prints in the grey-and-red skin, and a near constant but muffled whimpering sounds from the belly, for anyone who might get too close. After a while, though, the sounds die off and the struggles fade as the shapes in the bulge soften, and soon enough there's little left of the pegasus; Skies isn't even food anymore, he's a liquid bulge that's well on the way to being tailfat~

08:52 Saul Ashle sleeps soundly throughout the night as his belly works hard on the poor pegasus he'd devoured, churning away at it and steadily breaking it down into a thick chyme that he could use. Some time after falling asleep, the salazzle burps, carrying with the brown goggles the pony had beein wearing, looking tattered and much worse for wear and covered in thick purple ooze. The stomach softens as the lumps become less distinct, becoming one singular squisy lump that then too begins to recede into his belly. As that happens, his tail thickens, adding what nutrients it could to his reserve of energy for later use.
By the time he wakes up, there's hardly anything left of the pegasus, neither in form, nor in the mind of the salazzle as he hardly gives his meal a second thought. He skitters out behind a bush, and then reappears half an hour later, looking satisfied and ready for whatever his next meal ends up being.