Chapter #8Belly Rubs For Mistress by: Gator   Beneath his hands, Ara felt the bulge struggle. The life within was so desperate to escape, thrashing hard enough that a few times the bumps made would almost sock Ara in his nose despite the considerable distance between the belly and his face. Sometimes the fighting would slow and he’d hear the exhausted meal plead and beg, sometimes even sob, through the dampening flesh, before the futile flailing would start up again. The situation made the young Audino, a Pokemon whose very nature was to help and aid others, sick to his stomach, but he kept rubbing under the threat of the same fate.
Eventually the sack stopped moving completely, the prey inside drowning in the booming gluts and gurgles of digestion. The solid form of the Pokemon – Ara wasn’t sure what kind they were. Or what kind they had been – collapsed under the gentle touch of his fingers, his rubbing helping them break down into a nutritious sludge for the body to absorb and add to itself. His hands began shaking as the stomach continued getting smaller and smaller, shoving more and more of the prey-soup further into her – his mistress’ – digestive track. From above, his mistress let out a gigantic, putrid belch, setting free the last chunk of breathable air within her stomach and signaling the passing of her meal.
Ara couldn’t stop the tears forming in his eyes. He had just witnessed the power of a predator’s system, how easily it could destroy and take life to fuel it’s own. How easily it could take his life if it so wanted. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine he was somewhere else, like at home with his family or playing with his friends, but every fantasy he imagined would crumble into dust when the sound of the churning gut reached his ears. He continued rubbing, weeping quietly all the while.
His mistress was apathetic towards his muted crying. “I do hope you burn this into your mind, slave.” The huge Scolipede said as she rolled over. Her big belly slapped the unprepared Ara and knocked him to the floor as she came to stand over him. The dangling sack pressed onto him, pinning everything beneath his nose under with combined weight of both the predator’s stomach and the sloshing chyme that remained inside. Her head loomed over him, staring down with those piercing orange sclera. “This,” She said, grinding her gut against the trapped Audino. “will be your fate if you ever disobey or disappoint me. Understand?”
“Y-yes, Mistress Rhiannon.” Ara said, his voice muffled slightly under the hanging, black flesh. He fought down the urge to puke as her scent seeped into his nostrils, a horrid smell that scorched his senses and seared his brain, and waited for his mistress to free him, like a good slave would.
Rhiannon seemed satisfied with his answer, as he felt the weight slowly lift off of him. “Good.” She said and waltzed to the other side of her cave, settling beside a small pool of water as Ara stumbled to his feet. “Now, slave,” She barked as the Audino hurried over to her. “I want you to…”  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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