Remember to Feed Your Pokemon

26 January 2019

23:31 < Evrai> Go catch a rattata or something, then feed it to me

23:33 < Serena Cena> But...that's mean! And a waste of a perfectly good Pokeball!

23:33 < Gyro Feather> I'm pretty sure that's how bryce keeps saul happy

23:33 < Evrai> Not a waste, I get a rattata out of it

23:33 < Serena Cena> But what do I get?

23:34 < Evrai> eaten second

23:34 < Serena Cena> That...doesn't sound like a good thing to get...

23:34 < Bryce Daeless> Hey, what else am I supposed to do with all these Ratatta?

23:50 Saul Ashle skitters on over to bryce and curls up around him, nipping on his trainer's tail.

23:52 Bryce Daeless jumps, startled!

23:56 Saul Ashle tugs on the oily thing severa times and then lets go, instead running his tongue up against his master's body, leaving a streak on his clothing and ending at his his face. His mouth opens up expectantly before that muzzle, and his belly, pressed up against the otter's own, rumbles greedily.
19-01-27 00:03] *Bryce Daeless tugs his tail back, opening his mouth to rebuke the apparently over-excited Salazzle, when the swipe of tongue shuts him up pre-emptively. An every so subtly purple-sheened line of saliva is warm against his fur, his head pushed up by it, and he pushes on the pokémon with a huff. "Saul, no!"

00:06 Saul Ashle hisses as the paws push down on his face, tilting those open jaws down towards the otter's chest instead of letting his hot musky breath blast out over his trainer. "Ssssaaaaa!" He protests at the otter, and then curls his tail around his master, wrapping him almost like a snake. He'd not been fed in a couple days now, and it was a little past his dinner time, even if his tail was fat with extra energy.

00:14 Bryce Daeless makes a face, the admittedly familiar feeling [sub]and scent[/sub] of Salazzle breath rippling his chest fur. "I said n- Hey!" His rebuke is interrupted by the tail wrapping his legs, and he tries to pull himself out of it with a huff. "Saul, knock it off! Go play with another one of these friends of yours!"

00:18 Saul Ashle merely tightens his grip around the otter's lengs and then steps forward against him, probably throwing hsi master off balance and preventing him from pushing any further. His tongue darts in to taste the oily fur of Bryce's chest, even if he cant get it up towards his face, "Saaaalaaaazzzlleeee!" He insists at his master, bearing his teeth and running his tongue over hsi lips. He's certainly pretty hungry, and his master is looking increasingly
/me tempting in th elight of no other offered food.

00:21 Kass the Bird wanders into the area and stretches out a bit

00:25 Bryce Daeless almost goes over backwards, and it's only by switching his grip at Saul's head from a push to a grab for support that he stays upright. "Saul! What's gotten into you?" he snaps with as much force as he can muster, though he knows all too well what's gotten into the spoiled Salazzle. "You can go ahead and get your jaws around pretty much any pokémon here," he hisses under his breath. "None of them have trainers, anyway!"

00:28 < Kass the Bird> Don't forget to feed your Poke

00:30 < Kass the Bird> oh goody, the chat window broke and won't let my scroll wheel work, fantastic

00:31 < Kass the Bird> and it started working again, weird

00:32 Saul Ashle allows bryce to pull himself in, and manouvers his neck so that he's face to face with the otter once more, practically in a kiss with him. And then, the mon actually goes that far, shoving his tongue deep into the otter's jaws for a taste, spraeding his faintly bitter drool in the process. As he does so, his head shifts around, scanning for any such mons that the otter had mentioned.
For, he knew that was more appropriate, but it seemed that no other treats had made themselves known.

00:34 < Kass the Bird> Anyone can be a treat if you look at them right

00:35 Bryce Daeless glares down into his unruly pokémon's eyes, using what little influence he has left over Saul to try and stare him down. It's an attempt that is entirely undermined by the fat purple tongue, slimy and sweet-tasting, that pushes back past his lips and forces his jaws to part before sliding behind his teeth and filling his mouth so that his cheeks bulge and his eyes go wide. Brown paws push hard on dark grey shoulders, a muffled whining sounding from the otter's throat.

00:43 Saul Ashle was the one in control, and he knew it, despite the badges that the other one may wear on his chest. He'd helped earn those badges after all...The salazzle, while his master was occupied, moved his claws down to find the belt that the other pokeballs were stored on, figuring he'd just nab one of his fellow team mates...perhaps that serperior that he'd always been eying.
Only, he finds that the belt is empty save for the one ball thats his, he cn tell just by the way it tingles uncomfortably when he touches it. He pauses his kissing, quite puzzled at this new perdicament, an expression plainly written across his face.

00:47 Bryce Daeless uses that moment of confusion to wrench the Salazzle's head away, pulling the tongue from his mouth with a gasp and a splutter, though a good mouthful of Saul's saliva ends up making its way down his throat rather than over his chin. "I s-stopped taking out with you," he stammers, catching his breath. "I see how you're always looking at them! Figured it would only be a matter of time before..." He reaches down and grabs the ball from his belt, thumbing the centre button to make it expand. "Now behave, or you're on a time out, you hear?"

00:48 < Bryce Daeless> [sub]*stopped taking [i]them[/i]. I accidentally the word[/sub]

00:52 Saul Ashle hisses at that threat and then steps forward, holding his tail firm and breaking Bryce's balance entirely, such that they both ended up tumbling down on top of each other. "SSssssaaaaa!" He calls out, sounding fairly upset at this revelation about his masters trust....even if it was entirely justified. His eyes glance around now, trying to see where that pokeball had gotten off to.
After all, he has to be sure that he's not going to get returned before he gets another snack.

00:55 Bryce Daeless had been hoping the threat would be enough to set the Salazzle back into line, but the pace forward takes him off guard, and as he falls back the ball drops from his paw, rolling a few inches in the grass, With Saul on top of him and still wrapped around he legs he can only scrabble blindly for it, hoping to hit the return button before 'his' pokémon realises that the ball is even loose.

01:00 Saul Ashle catches site of the ball thats only a couple inches outside of his trainer's reach, but that still is a couple inches too far. His grip around the otter's legs tigthen and the jaw opens before him, showing off the bright purple insides of the mon's mouth, with the faintinly tinged drool stringing down to splatter against Bryce's head.
That long tonge comes out once more, though this time, it extends forward and entirely wraps around the otter's head, enveloping his muzzle in the hot slippery organ as the lizard takes a taste.

01:04 Bryce Daeless 's eyes open almost as wide as Saul's maw, real surprise showing on the otter's face as the displayed view, all purple flesh and strings of sticky drool leading back into darkness. His webbed fingers strain, stretching for a feel of cool metal, as he squeaks out, "Saul! ST-"

The tongue is around him before he can finish, reducing his words to a muted gurgle as it tastes his oily fur, leaving a sheen of saliva on the brown coat.

01:09 Saul Ashle is starving though, and so will not be stopped without the presentation of some other snack to fill his belly. He only ate every couple of days, but if he missed a meal he got possessive and cranky. After all, male salandits could be expected to give themselves to a salazzle if they needed it, why then couldnt his trainer be required to do the same?
Regardless of Bryce's opinion on this, Saul was insistent on making his known. That tongue pulls back, drawing the muzzle in with it into the dark musky staleness of his pokemon's warm jaws, whiel the teeth come down against his crown, seizing him from pulling back. That pokeball brushes against his paws...and yet the pressure causes it to roll on away.

01:15 Bryce Daeless makes his own opinion just as loudly, if less articulately, known. One paw keep pushing on Saul's shoulders, even as his head is pulled inwards, neck straining against the force of the slimy muscle wrapped around him. Even when the teeth hook over the back of his skull he's squirming, trying to extricate his legs from the coiling tail, his nose full of the sour scent of the poison-type's breath, his face enveloped in warmth and wetness. His other paw feels the ball rolling, and he reaches harder, but that does nothing; it's already past his longest reach now...

01:19 Kass the Bird just sits back and watches the duo go at it, chuckling a bit

01:22 Saul Ashle works his head forward like a snake until those jaws entirely encircle his head. The slippery warm and unhealthy drool soaks down into the otter's drool, dissolving some of the oils contained within and making his fur mat down firmly against his body. The legs in his tail are hopelessly entangled, as another wrap loops around them, liek a short snake.
One of Sauls long spindly hands wraps around the back of Bryce's head, pushing him further in against the struggles, while the other fights with Bryce's shoving paw. This is where the otter has the upper hand, managing to keep some space between his body and Sauls, though the long neck of his pokemon makes this point fairly moot. Finally there's a convulsiona nd a loud gulp along Bryce's ears as the firest bits of bis body curve down the thin neck towards the
gurgling belly beyond.

01:30 Bryce Daeless gasps; the tongue has to release him, with his muzzle in danger of slipping down into the throat itself, and that gives him a chance to talk, or try to, as he pushes his legs apart as far as they'll go against the coiled tail. "S-Saul! Enough! Let me go!" he barks, as if the Salazzle will be obeying him now. And then any further attempt at a rebuke is stopped before it can begin by the swallow, clenching muscles and the push of a tongue shoving his face into the throat, bulging the neck out with his muzzle and face. Oh, this is very much less than good...

01:30 Mystic Frey happily watches the two as he lounges on a tree branch

01:35 Saul Ashle groans in delight as he feels the pressure of his throat thickening out with the first inches of his meal, something which is always the most pleasant of experiences for sure. Another heavey swallow and bryce's shoulders push into his mouth, while the otter's head shows in a clear definite bulge beneath his grey scaled throat.
The slow beating of the other's heart rings in his ear, while the heat of the lizard's core is intense and uncomfortable for the otter.Drool creeps up his shoulders and onto his back now as his pokemon continues to extend that long tongue out to taswte his treat.

01:39 Bryce Daeless goes from pushing at Saul with one paw to all but beating against him with both, though with his shoulders stretching out the long neck his reach is limited, and he can't do much more than slap ineffectually at the scales. All the while, muffled noises of protest sound from the swollen throat, the otter's chest and midsection swaying back and forth on the grass, struggling the best he can in such a...compromising position. He tastes as he usually does, slightly oily, perhaps tinged with the merest hints of fish, sweetened with exertion.

01:44 Saul Ashle 's warm scales rub agaisnt the otter's sheath as he struggles, managinging to find it rubbing against the lizard's slit with every frightened motion that he makes. Meanwhile, each passing second causes his treet to move deeper and deeper between those jaws, forced into the incredibly constricting throat, one that without stretching was far too small for the water noodle.
Teeth scrape over his shirt, tearing holes in the outfit as the claws slap against him. Being a pokemon, he's used to much more fefarsome attacks than anything Bryce could even hope to muster up. The drool soaks in through the fabric, though it feel ssctatchy and tasteless to the salazzle, something just to be worked through.

01:50 Bryce Daeless can do little more than struggle and squirm, trying to ignore the way that reptilian slit grinds down against his bulge. It won't be there for much longer, though, given how quickly the hungry Salazzle seems to be scarfing the otter down. Or up. He grunts as more of him is squeezed, pressed on all sides by a tube far too tight for comfort, his head edged down towards what he knows is a caustic sack all too effective at breaking full-sized folk down into just more padding on Saul's thighs and tail.

01:55 Saul Ashle takes that next lurch and sends the otter down past the ring that signals the entrance to his belly, allowing the full brunt of teh bitter sickly sweet odors that fill his stomach to blast up into the other's face. Despite having been empty for a day or two at this point...his stomach still has plenty of that thick mydlike goop that he's seen the lizard hurl up time an dtime again at other mons.
That stuff instantly clings to his fur muck like a sticky paste and begins to burn nearly on contact, as the vile acid would do to any mon he's coughted it up on. Soon enough his chest is joining him too as the salazzle rolls forward and tilts his head up, letting the wiggly butt and hind legs sit above him.

02:00 Bryce Daeless splutters, hissing out in pain at the sizzling contact, the stuff burning away his fur and leaving it to fall from his face in brown and tan clumps while it reddens his skin. His legs kick out wildly, released from the nest of coiled-up tail and presented for the sight of any who might still be watching, as his long noodly body makes a shifting swelling all the way down to the slightly swollen belly. If it weren't for the tightness, he'd almost certainly be slipping down further by nothing more than the slow force of gravity...

02:07 Saul Ashle 's hands hook up behind the other's butt and pulls down, while the tips of them press against his tailhole through the fabric. He was not going to stop until he'd had his treat entirely contained within him, despite the protests going on to the contrary. Toes disapear behind the other's grey jaws, while his tight belly bulges with the otter trapped inside, growing increasinly distinct as he's forced to curl.
Fortunately, the nature of his goop meant that the initial coating of the juices was patchwork at best, until the kneading muscles have enough time to work it into every crevice of the other's coat. His hands stroke along the other's tail, gving his former master one last good bye.

02:14 Bryce Daeless can barely believe it's come to this, as his thick rump is squeezed down, forced into the gullet with far too much effort, and he finds himself feeling cool air on little more than his feet and tail, stroked as it is by long scaled fingers. More and more of him is packed away in the stomach in the meantime, curling him up tighter than he's ever been before, barely able to breathe in the cramped confined so full of the choking scent of poison. And it's only going to get tighter from hereon in...

02:24 Saul Ashle slurps up the rest of the otter's tail with his tongue, gathering it into his mouth, before sending it down with a mighty gulp. Soon enough he feels the rest of his treat gather its way into his belly, bulging out that otherwise slender secion of himself quite obscenely with the form of his old trainer. Once there, he rubs his claws over the shifting bulge, rolling to the side to feel the weight settle.
Deep inside of him, the walls of the stomach squelch and roll, while more of that casutic sludge slowly seeps its way around the rest of the otter's coat. Its powerful enough that it even begins to eat holes in the fabric of his shirt and pants, giving it access to teh ender flesh beneath. "Saaaaaaaa~" He hisses in plasure, swishing his tail from side to side.

02:28 Bryce Daeless makes one hell of a show, writhing about inside the caustic little prison hard enough that bulges of his face, paws, rump, and everything in between show up, making the red belly patterns practically dance across the distended gut. Inside, he's yelping and whining, his fur coming away in patches, his form softening under the relentless assault. Even in the poison-saturated air he seems to be getting enough breath to keep from passing out, which means he may be squirming for a long while yet, before the Salazzle

02:28 Bryce Daeless 's tail fattens out some more...

02:35 Saul Ashle wasnt about to help him pass out either, as the frantic struggles of his meal are always one of the best parts about the entire experience. He rumbles with delight and strokes over the shifting designs, which glow a slight orange in the dim light, as the lizard channels a modicum of fire through them to give the motions even greater effect.
Ever so slowly, and yet faster than in a normal stomach, fur is left entirely stripped away, while skin gives wya to angry muscles and bones, leaving more and more of his treat turning into soup, which just pools around his body.

02:39 Bryce Daeless stops his squirming shortly after that, the far rounder and softer-looking belly giving a few last fitful twitches before going still. From there the bulge softens out further, sloshing as more and more of its contents are reduced to liquid, ready to be filtered through the rest of that Salazzle gut. Poor Bryce, really ought to have kept his pokémon better fed!

02:48 Saul Ashle lets out a little sigh as he feels his prey finally go still within him after about an hour or so. His belly is looking pretty soft now, and sloshes beneaht the pressure of his hands upon it. Rolling over onto the bulge, and using it like a cushion, the lizard finally drifts off into a sleep of his own.

Througout the night the stomach slowly grows softer as all of Bryce is turned into useful nutrients for his body, before then reabsorbing into him as it moves along from his belly throught the rest of his system. Bones and fur follow too as his body attempts to make use of everything it can. When he finally wakes in the morning, the lizard gives a low yawn and then makes his way over to where his master's supplies were stored. There he picks out a couple
pokeballs that appear to be full, for safe keeping...or perhaps snacks for a later time. Ah well...he's a free lizard now.