One Lizard Plus One Lizard Equals Lunch

26 June 2017

00:00 Saul Ashle skitters on in as well, and takes a seat next to the only patron. He flags the bartender down to order a bloody mary before turning towards Fang. "G'Evening"

00:05 Nathaniel Spikes clacks in with his trusty notepad and a few different colored pens in his shirt pocket.

00:06 Saul Ashle waves a claw at Nathaniel as they appear in the door.

00:07 Nathaniel Spikes waves back to the interesting-looking Saul with a smile.

00:11 Nathaniel Spikes goes over to the bar, sitting down and starting to scribble in his notepad with a blue pen.

00:11 Saul Ashle looks over the shoulder of the new lizard as he settles down next to him, to ascertain what he's writing.

00:13 Nathaniel Spikes senses someone's presence near him and turns to see the salazzle spying on him doodling equations. "Oh, hello there."

00:16 Saul Ashle clutches his bloody mary in his claw and takes a sip of it as his less colorful bretheren turns to meet his gaze. "A bar with alcohol is an odd place to work on maths, isnt it?" he inquires, tilting his head to the side.

00:18 Nathaniel Spikes shrugs and awkwardly chuckles, as he's gotten that question here a number of times before. "Yes, it is. For some reason, this is my preferred establishment to doodle maths in. I don't know why."

00:22 Saul Ashle offers up a shrug of his shoulders and takes another swig of his drink. "Huh...well I couldnt imagine getting any work done around here. One's always got to watch their back you know."

00:23 Nathaniel Spikes gets a slight chill as the salazzle brings that up. The lizard clears his throat and replies, "Well...not if you're a predator." He's lying, of course. But he was probably convincing...right?

00:28 Saul Ashle grins at the other lizard and licks his lips while he allows his tail to begin to emit the faint smoky pheromones that cloud the mind and lower inhibitions that his species is known for. "Well, I've seen even mighty dragons disapear, you know?"

00:32 Nathaniel Spikes unknowingly breathes in said pheromones, soon noticing a difference in his cognition. He suddenly feels kinda drunk, despite not having anything to drink... "I can't imagine...I don't think I look very delicious..." He snickers, seemingly confident in that.

00:38 Saul Ashle shrugs his shoulders at the claim and leans in, taking a long sniff of his scent and then grins. "Well...looks aside, I think that you have quite the lovely smell about you~" The salazzle adds more of the smokey scent to the air, enough that the near vicinity of them seems ever so hazy, like someone smoking a cigarette.

00:42 Nathaniel Spikes grips the edge of the counter, starting to cough from the growing haze of smoke emanating from the salazzle's tail that dizzies the lizard further. "Uhh, thank you...*cough*! Is someone smoking or something...?" He looks around, seeing not one smoker. Just he and Saul.

00:47 Saul Ashle shrugs his shoulders and draws a hand down the other's shoulder, gently stroking his scales. "Just relax, it'll all be fine. Just take deep breaths and you'll get used to it," he persuades while his tail flicks behind him. "You cant tell me though, with you coming here, that you dont imagine what it feels like, sliding down someone's gullet."

00:51 Nathaniel Spikes would be panicking much more if not for the pheromones surrounding him. As soon as the male tells him to take deep breaths of the peculiar smoke, Nathaniel makes an effort to try and breathe less. What the salazzle adds is a total red flag. "Uhh, n-no...I can't say that I do...excuse me, I have to uhm...uhh..." He can't come up with anything, so he just gets up from his seat and turns.

00:55 Saul Ashle frowns and curls his tail around the lizard as he begins to try and flee him. "Where do you think you're going? Just stay with me, we were having a lovely chat~" He commands whilst keeping his tone soothing. WHat he wouldn't give for the near perfect mind control powers of his female brethren, but this is what he had to work with. Saul tenses, ready to get a little more aggressive should the creature continue to resist him.

00:57 Nathaniel Spikes realizes that even as he stands up, he feels as if he's just downed the equivalent of 5 shots of whiskey or just sucked down a powerful bong rip. He eeps as the salazzle coils him in his tail, the lizard falling forward a bit and grabbing the counter. "Uhh--I d-didn't really like where the chat was going..."

01:04 Saul Ashle pulls the lizard closer to him, so that instead of leaning against the counter he's no leaning against his form. The lizard looks down at Nathaniel and leans forward to draw a long lick up his face, leaving a trail of warm drool and taking a taste. "Hmmm are you sure though? Why else would a cute thing like you come around here?" He asks, tightening his grip.

01:06 Nathaniel Spikes has the most pathetic, pleading look in his eyes behind those nerdy spectacles, shutting his eyes and hacking from the incredibly unpleasant stench of tomato and booze on the lizard's tongue as the slimy muscle glides slowly over his scaly face. "Ackk!~ I-I don't know! M-maths!"

01:09 Breythas boops on into the club - not sure if anybody was here. It was rather late and all...

01:09 Xi-Ling Thundertail waves to Breythas, watching the salazzle pretty much bully the nerd reptile

01:11 Breythas gives Xi-Ling a friendly wave, looking at her curiously, "Have we met? You look familiar..."

01:12 Xi-Ling Thundertail taps her chin a bit,"You may have met my mom then, I'm Xi-Ling."

01:13 Saul Ashle is too distracted with his catch to pay much attention to the other two. He instead chuckles and responds, "Well, I hope you can do maths just as well down inside my belly, because that's about to become your new home," the lizard declares. He opens his mouth wide, exposing the dull pink lining of his maw and throat to his prey's gaze while a thick strand of drool, tainted red for his drink splashes down upon the other's head.

01:15 Breythas looks at her curiously, "Uh, is your mom named Bae?" he asks, "If so then yes, though I wasn't aware she had a kid," he remarks as he glances over towards the show that seemed to be starting, "Hrm, seems my timing was impeccable"

01:16 Xi-Ling Thundertail giggles and gives a nod to him,"Yep, and I am actually one twin, my other hasn't really been going around a lot..."

01:16 < Saul Ashle> [sub]Just eat her, and then she'll get out more if you're anything to go by :P[/sub]

01:16 Breythas nods once, "Ah, I see..." he comments

01:17 < Breythas> [sub]Hah! The thought had crossed my mind...[/sub]

01:18 Nathaniel Spikes squirms and struggles as much as he can as the salazzle's jaws part, his tongue littered with speckles of crushed tomato and glistening with similarly colored saliva. He yelps in terror, his dazed mindset making him feel like he's in some sort of nightmare he can't wake up from...though he won't be waking up at the end of this situation at all. "NO! NO, PLEASE DON'T!!" He cries out, flinching as the splash of drool hits him on the bridge of his snout.

01:21 Xi-Ling Thundertail nods,"Yep, so what's your name?"

01:23 Breythas introduces himself to the pandaran, offering his hand to shake, "Breythas," he stated, "If your mom mentioned some dragon she sometimes talks to, I'd be the guy,"

01:24 Xi-Ling Thundertail grins and shakes her hand,"She mentioned a dragon before, but she also mentioned him being called Preythas or something like that, probably not you of course, probably a big scary pred right~?"

01:26 Breythas blinks a bit and grumbles a bit at the memory of that silly nickname, before saying, "Yeah, I fall firmly in the predator camp - even if I think the lines between the two are blurred..."

Of course - everybody keen on survival here tends to identify as predator or at least as a spectator!

01:27 Saul Ashle listens not to Nathiel's cries as he forces his head down over the lizard's face. His tongue darts over the smooth scales while drool smears up his glasses. Wasting no time, the gullet opens up as Saul pushes down, sliding the tip of his muzzle into the abyss of a throat and casting his eyes in complete darkness. The lack of fur was a pleasant change of pace, as it failed to suck up all of his drool, leaving his mouth still damp as scale slid against flesh.

01:27 Xi-Ling Thundertail chuckles quite a bit,"Same here, not as big as my mom but definitely a predator~"

01:32 Breythas considers the pandaran for a few moments, looking to see just how big she was and thinking things over, "Hrm... indeed... but again, those lines are often rather blurry," he says, inching closer to Xi-Ling.

01:33 Nathaniel Spikes barely has time to blink before Saul crams his head deep into his maw, the lizard kicking and struggling in his binds like something you'd see a prey do on Animal Planet as the salazzle lathers his smooth scaly face and glasses in a gooey, warm layer of saliva. The lizard gasps out, his sound going unheard by everyone else in the bar as his snout forms the beginning of a bulge in Saul's throat. The foul odor in the salazzle's throat makes Nathaniel retch, most of the scent surely rising up from the creature's stomach.

01:35 Gyro Feather makes his way inside and finds a seat at the bar.

01:35 Xi-Ling Thundertail looks over Breythas some as well, giving a toothy smile much like Bae would,"My, you are quite attractive compared to most dragons I have met~"

01:39 Breythas grins at Xi-Ling and leans over, "Well thank you... I get the feeling you'd like to get closer..." he remarks, leaning in close enough for a quick grab...

01:39 Saul Ashle moves his arms to pin the lizard's to his sides in a tight grip, while a couple more gulps steadily draw the creature down towards his belly. His firey insides grow even hotter the deeper he gets, almost like a warming rock that's been turned up too high. The Salazzle grimaces though as he feels something akin to heart burn as the wertching as the smell of bile wafts up from his belly, which only grew stronger the closer to the source he got. The tongue slides up over Nathaniel's chest and kisses his belly.
:45:42] [26.06.17] - Nathaniel Spikes: /me 's whole body is as tense as can be, the lizard refusing to accept his fate even as he's being pulled closer and closer to it by the second. Down his head goes and his shoulders follow, the skinny joints barely an obstacle for the predator. The slick, tight esophagus hugs the lizard's form, smearing mucus and saliva onto his scales and glasses, making his clothes cling to his skin. The heat in there is unbearable, and it just keeps getting worse. But even that, he could handle if it weren't for the sudden STRONG stench of stomach bile that blasts up into his face. Nathaniel dry heaves, tearing up from the ungodly smell!

01:51 Saul Ashle 's throat rolls over the other's form in rhythmic contractions accompanying each of the loud wet gulps that travels through his body, powerful enough to squeeze the breath out of his lungs. All the while the steady slow thumping of teh creature's heart and his audibly gurgling gut can be heard all around him as he's drawn past the chest. There's a moment of hesitation against a muscle, and then the sphicter yeilds to allow his meal's snout to push in into his get which is empty of everythig save for a bit of his tomato drink. THe salazzle's tongue darts against his nethers now, sliding up into the slit that hid his genitles and then roaming up against his taint to get the full flavor of his meal.

01:58 Nathaniel Spikes pulls in a deep gasp as the powerfully contracting throat muscles do indeed squeeze the breath out of the thin little lizard's lungs. The stench of the salazzle bile is still ever pungent in Nathaniel's nose, and just grows worse the closer he's brought to the stomach. Every echoing, dripping gurgle he hears rising up from the creature's stomach sends a wave of pure primal fear through his still squirming body. He knows he's finally reached the stomach as his nose rests against the sphincter for a second, and is promptly pulled into the gut as it opens, with a slick SCHLRK. The lizard's legs tighten up and his toes curl as Saul orally teases his genitals, his cock stiffening despite itself.

02:04 Saul Ashle chuckles around his catch as he feels the sensitive flesh plumping out and filling his jaws, and then rather cruely stuffs it down his throat, letting the slippery flesh of his gullet squeeze on it just enough to keep him well and truly stiff without throwing him overboard. He guides the curling legs down between his jaws with each gulp, and then slurps up the last of the tail as those disapear behind his jaws. The tongue cruls up behind the last mass of food and then with a shove forces it down down, clearing his maw. He then traces the bulge as it steadily slides down his throat to join the lizard curling up in his belly. He then regards the notebook left behind, and sends that down too. "Just so you can do your maths," he explains, after first coughing from the paper. There are some acids in his belly already which tingle and singe at his scales, but his motions stimulate it to produce even more, coating his flesh as the rest of his body pushes in.

02:15 Nathaniel Spikes has tears streaking down his snout, from both the fear of being digested alive and killed in the salazzle's gut, and the beyond nauseating stink in said gut. There is no worse odor that the lizard has ever smelled. Gulp upon gulp drags him further down, his face being dunked into warm crushed tomato juice at the bottom of the male's stomach, something that turns the lizard's own stomach as it happens. The only pleasurable thing about this experience is the crippling stimuli of Saul's slick throat muscles squeezing the lizard's cock as his hips and legs are sent down. Nathaniel's neck forcibly bends as his torso steadily joins him in the cramped, miserably hot organ, feeling every gulp around his lower extremities up until the tip of his tail is sealed away in his predator's throat. Nathaniel curls up in the squishy, slimy, awful-smelling gut of the salazzle, mucus-lined flesh and oozing acids pressing firmly against every part of his body. He doesn't pay any mind to his notepad, too busy having a massive panic attack as he's so close to death. He can already feel the acids layering over his scales, steadily eating away at his skin, burning more and more as the minutes pass...

02:23 Saul Ashle leaves on hand on his belly as he rubs over the quivering bulge in his belly, forcing the acids to mix and splash up onto his scaled body. The other one attends to his drink, which he upends into his jaws, chugging the rest of the salty, savory drink. Moments later the juices rain donw on top of his meal, adding a cool relief of a chilled liquid, at least for a minute while his body warms it, at the cost adding to the unpleasant mixtures of smells that surround his meal. As he feels everything settle, a rush of gas spurts up his gullet, resulting in a resounding belch and causing his belly to cling tighter to its occupant. Saul gets up from his stool and steadily makes his way over to the coucj, sporting a swollen belly containing a similarly sized lizard. From there he lays down and passes out, letting his body do its grisly work on his meal to turn it into nothing more than a love lump of tail fat.

02:31 Nathaniel Spikes doesn't last long in the nasty salazzle gut after his remaining oxygen is expelled in that belch...in just a few minutes, the lizard's life force is drained and he's nothing but a big lump of loudly, grossly churning and gurgling flesh for Saul's body to process.

23:03 Saul Ashle rolls up off of the couch with a faint hiss after having let his belly work for nearly a day on his scaled meal from the night before. Now, only one urgent thing remained as he feels a needy pressure around his tailhole. Clenching his rump, he darts towards the bathrooms and forces his way inside.

23:12 Saul Ashle steps into one of the stalls and breaths out a flame upon the throne to both disinfect it, and to warm the seat up before he sits his smooth scaled ass down upon the seat. His tail lifts up, bunching against the back wall as he steadily begins to relax his dark tailhole. A blast of foul gas fills up the room as he feels he first of his lizard meal begining to slide through his tail hole. The soft dark brown lump spreads open his pucker, sliding gently against the scales before breaking and spattering down into the water below. The first bit was easy, but steadily the lumpyness begins to grow as the lizard grunts. Bits of bone, cracked and half dissolved slide out of his ass, stretching it uncomfortably wide.

"Ssssssaaaaa...." He hisses as the meals labcoat is forced thorugh his rump, dragging the uncormfortably rough fabric against the sensitive ring. Once white, the cloth was now stained a dark brown and stunk to high heaven as it splats donw to join the mess. Following that blockage came the crushed skull of the lizard, followed finally by a pair of ruined spectacles and several pens, that all found themselves embeded in the mound of shit. He pants there for several seconds, lingering as he enjoys the sensation of being empty. Then he whipes his rump, steps off and flushes, watching the foot tall mess swirl away to sink down into the sewers. From there, there, the pokemon washes his hands and heads back out to enjoy the rest of the night at the bar.