Stats

The RP has a total of 22 lines, 2029 words, and 11517 characters.
The average line consists of 92.23 words that themselves average 4.68 characters taking about 6 minutes, 8 seconds.
Logan Bogbane said a total of 11 lines, 1179 words, and 6767 characters.
Logan Bogbane's average line consists of 107.18 words that themselves average 4.74 characters taking about 5 minutes, 0 seconds.
Saul Ashle said a total of 11 lines, 850 words, and 4750 characters.
Saul Ashle's average line consists of 77.27 words that themselves average 4.59 characters taking about 7 minutes, 24 seconds.

18:01 < Saul Ashle> Ya well...you still desrve to be lizard food!

18:02 < Logan Bogbane> Considering you're being preyed upon by who you are, I think your pred liscense has been suspended.

18:04 < Saul Ashle> I dont need a liscense to turn you into pudge!

18:04 < Logan Bogbane> No, but I could always eat you first!

18:07 Saul Ashle narrows his eyes at Logan and pounces forward at them!

18:08 Logan Bogbane garumpfs, catching the pouncing salazzle with one hand gripping around his neck. "Do it, meat. Make yourself smell real good, I do love it when meals make themselves more appetizing~"

18:12 Saul Ashle narrows his eyes at the creature and brings his claws up to pull down on that hand, attempting to wrench it free, while at the same time mustering up heat on his red palms to try and burn the swampert through his slimy coating.

18:16 Logan Bogbane chortles a bit. He can feel a bit of heat getting through his coating, and he decides the correct course of action is to cool the fire type off a bit. He uses his free hand to thud against his chest a couple of times, before opening his mouth to let out a point blank hydro cannon loose into the fire type in his grasp.

18:24 Saul Ashle gets flooded with that water as it blasts over his form, with some of it even managing to jerk his mouth open, sending a wave of water down inside to dilute his toxic goop within. The hot fire of his body is left merely steaming instead, even as teh lizard's eyes burn with rage. "Let go of me, dammit!"

18:27 Logan Bogbane chortles. "Eyes bigger than your stomach, lizard? I'd have expected you to have at least some sort of plan here, you didn't think I'd just curl up and take it did you~?" He says tauntingly. He tightens the grip upon the throat of that salazzle, pulling him closer so that the both of them are eye to eye. "Now that you're nice and watered down... I think I'll treat you to a dose of your own medicine~"

18:37 Saul Ashle groans as he feels the claws closing even tighter around his gullet, cutting off his air and preventing him from responding to his meal. Though, as they become eye to eye, his jaws snap forward, latching themselves upon the other's rounded snouth in protest. He's still steaming, but the residual water is yet keeping him cool.

18:39 Logan Bogbane squints at the salazzle. He thuds his chest a couple more times, preparing another hydro pump aimed right down the salazzle's gullet. He puffs his cheeks out, and lets the powerful water type attack blast straight into the salazzle's body, while simultaneously pulling the fire type off his snout, at the expense of a cut where those jaws tried to cling. "Anything else you'd like to try, smart one?"

18:43 Saul Ashle would have had a chance to breathe again as the inrush of water forces Logan to loosen his grip upon his neck, but his airways are blocked by the oncoming flood. The liquid flows down his throat, bulging out his gut to an uncomfortably large level, while the rest of it splashes back out of his mouth and against the Spampert. When it finally ends, he's gasping for breath and looking very much out of it, dazed from all the attacks.

18:47 Logan Bogbane rolls his eyes. "No? I guess that's all the fight you had in you... No worries, I'm sure I know just the thing to give you your second wind..." He says, before gaping his mouth open, and glomping it over the salazzle's head. A male salazzle. Such a rare specimen, and yet, soon to be naught but fish food. As he ought to be. The swampert's blobby tongue savored the flavor of the lizard,slurping along every inch of his face, before a powerful shove from the arm gripping him sent the salazzle's face down into the swampert's gullet...

18:53 Saul Ashle is exausted and drained from the encounter, having been worn down by what he presumes to be a weaker creature who's lucky with his type advantage. The white flesh gives way to a saturated pink inside, with drool running down from roof to tongue, and many sharp teeth lining it. THere's only a moment to be terrified, however, when then he's plunged down into the inky blackenss, with rolling muscles scraping against his form. He cant end like this....this creature should be his! Of course, the weight of his water filled belly would likely provide some obstacle for his captor to lug around.

18:56 Logan Bogbane grunts, as his swallows come to a stop at that rotund, bloated gut. Seems the swampert hadn't though this part through. He contemplated his options for a bit, before realizing that he as a ground type, wouldn't be phased by toxins. The swampert decided to make things more manageable, delivering a slug to the salazzle's belly, which would undoubtedly drain the water content enough to be manageable.

19:03 Saul Ashle 's stomach reacts immidieatly to the hard blow and begins to heave. THere's a couple sounds of burping within the swampert's gullet followed by the noises of water spurtting out of the salazzle's mouth in an uncomfortable series of heaves which then flow into the creature's belly below. While resistant to his attack, it'd certainly be more than enough to give Logan a belly ache as the toxic juices react with his stomach lining. Even still, saul's gut shrinks by about half, to an uncomfrotable, but managable, fit.

19:08 Logan Bogbane grunts, patting at his stomach. Well, at least now the salazzle was well and truly defenseless. He tilted his head up, and used gravity to help pack the salazzle's distended gut within his jaws, the biggest of hurdles overcome. With that, little more than gravity was needed, but the constant, squeezing swallows would test the salazzle's composition, even on the way down to the swampert's gut. The reaction in his gut was creating quite a bit of caustic gas, but with such an air-tight seal from the salazzle's body, and the throat of the swampert, it would be a bit before the swampert would let that belch out... The lizard is fairly easy going down the rest of the way, and once the majority of his prey is within that gas-bloated stomach, and the air-tight seal is broken, the swampert lets out a hefty belch, reducing the space the salazzle has quite drastically. "Bluaaaaaaaarpf!"

19:14 Saul Ashle slides on down slowly into the other's gullet as the jaws manage to somehow expand around his figure to get him inside. Head pushes down into the awful belly, where the caustic fumes flood his nostrils and leave him gagging. AT least the liquid itself is rather diluted from the inrush of water and his own solution, but that doesnt leave him any comfort as he's drawn deeper anyways. Finally the rest of him is forced to curl deep inside, tail joining him right as the stomach contracts. And yet, there' sstill plenty of room caused by the vast amounts of liquid bulging out his predator. He turns over in the chamber, kicking out with his claws and causing the other's soft skin to wiggle around in odd lumps

19:21 Logan Bogbane lays himself down, causing a shift in gravity right as the salazzle seemed to get his bearings. The fluid within sloshed about,aided by the constant churnings and kneadings coming from the walls of his stomach, and now, from the two hands the swampert was using to rub his belly with. It seemed like there was something else though... Something from between the swampert's legs pressing up against that bulged out gut. "Mmmm... Well, since I have you in there.... Might as well enjoy the moment... Hrrhrrhrr~" The diluted fluids would not take effect until they could once gain regain concentration. The fluid levels were lowering, as the swampert's body passed the water/toxin hybrid to filter through to his intestines. This would cause a hefty problem for the swampert, were it not for the fact that he was quite resistant to toxins. Though as his body processed it, he would feel effects similar to drinking too much alcohol...

19:32 Saul Ashle splashes down beneath the fluids when the gravity suddenly shifts around him, leaving him briefly submerged beneath the acids. With another lurch he claws himself to the surface once more, before starting to kicl against the motions. THis, unfortunately, actually seems to be all the better for the predator, as he inadvertenly causes his wiggling figure to push out against that eager cock. And yet, he's still rather exausted from his fight before, meaning he'd be far to weak to escape. "T-THis cant be happening dammit!" He calls out, feeling the tingling growing all around him now as water leaves to be replaced with the belly acid.

19:38 Logan Bogbane doesn't respond to the muffled words from within his gut with anything than more eager thrusts against his slick, pudgy surface. A dull rumble escapes the swampert, as the kick against his length further stimulates it from both the kicking against his walls, and the contact with his shaft. "Nnnn... Just like that... Heh... Keep fightin' little guy, you'll get out eventually... Hic! [b]Buuuuuuuuaaaaaahp![/b]

19:53 Saul Ashle does continue to struggle, though its pretty clear that his meal is out of gas as his struggles slow down with time. They suddenly resurge though when a loud belch rumbles around him, purging the rest of the air from the stomach. His body burns from teh submerged contact with the powerful acids, while his lungs start to scream for air. If he doesnt get free soon, he's sure to winde up as nothing more than meat for the greedy swampert.

19:58 Logan Bogbane tenses up, and moans out as he hits his climax. Shot after shot of swampert lust spilled, as the contractions of his muscles squeeze even more tightly along the salazzle's figure, crunching and breaking bones in the process... That stomach is insatiable, as the little nibbles of acid on the salazzle's figure turn to much more aggressive bites, breaking through to the muscles and strands that compose the salazzle's body. The swampert pats at his gut a couple more times, digits kneading through his gut into the exposed flesh of the pokemon within his caustic body. There's no hope for escape at this point, the proud salazzle's figure is already softening. Each passing minute feeling like an hour, as consciousness no doubt wavers, pain and suffocation taking a stronger grip on the mind of the swampert food.

20:01 Saul Ashle feels even his flexible bones give waqy underneath the squeezing incredibly pressure of that stomach, which has left him no air to breathe as well. His head is swimming from the lack of oxygen, while his lungs burn for air. He cant believe this is happening as his life rushes before his eyes, while he tries to block the pain out from his consiousness. Finally the treat goes still as his lungs are forced to take a deep breath of the liquid, which is quick to finish him off from the inside.

20:16 Logan Bogbane laid there, panting, grinning evilly. The salazzle had tried to bite off far more than he could chew, and this was the end result. The swampert beamed as bit by bit, the nutritious muscles of the salazzle's body were stripped from his bones, left stewing in a sludge made of acids mixed with meat. The swampert raised himself from his spot of comfort, and headed over to a nearby hot spring. He let the heated water sooth his tensed muscles, the swampert rubbing at the scrape he got from the salazzle's failed attempt at ingestion. He listened to his bloated stomach as it continued to work down the slurry of meat it containted, making it ever finer, ever less thick.... Turning it into mostly liquid, save for some scales and bones that withstood the onslaught of digestion. The swampert rested half-way in the hot springs, before waking up with a sharp pressure aching for release. The swampert snickered to himself, before getting up and heading over to a nearby tree. He squatted down, and parted his tight ring to let loose the first of many logs of shit to be unloaded. The smaller particles, the scales, and some of the smaller bones, made it out first, plopping down with a firm plat. After they had been passed, that left the rest of the mass. Waste and larger, usually broken bones. Plap... plap... Plut.... plup.... The pile rose, until finally, with a firm grunt and tense of his sphincter, the skull made its way out. Packed with waste, and shattered in half.

20:21 < Saul Ashle> :D fantastic~