Chapter #12Snake Sac by: Unknown Accompanying image, drawn by ASaneMan: http://i.imgur.com/TtQLvYq.png
The Azumarill family is likely inside whatever is in there and from the wet gurgles emanating from it, likely less Marill and more mush at this point. They could’ve opted to stay closer to the lake but now they’ve paid the price… and he’s not about to let them go to waste.
The Milotic slithers out of the water and onto the beachy riverbed, his thick shaft creeping ever farther out to the feeling of his underbelly sliding across the soft ground. He’s able to make out the rear end of whatever is stuck inside the Azumarill’s den, two white globes and a blue batwing-like tail. Absol. A plump one at that… prime for eating. White in, white out… how it should be. After all he has no intent on eating the feline, that’d be too good of a way to go, becoming useful pudge on himself. No, the feline is going to get a much more special treatment this time -- shoved deep into his sac, encapsulated in his thick, leathery loins before being melted down into his viscid cream.
He nears the unconscious feline with ease, not that it mattered. The Absol has trapped himself within the tiny cavern. His legs sprawl outside, by the markings in the ground it’s as if he tried to cover himself originally, but as the night progressed his legs relaxed farther out. Shame for him, it’s a perfect starting point…
The Milotic towers over the den until his back length becomes parallel with the Absol’s hard tail. With a subtle thrust, his cocktip engulfs the feline’s farthest most appendage, preemptively slobbering it in pre. He scoots his backend further, his cock triggering a slurp and pulling the feline’s plush butt out of the pokemon nest. With a grin, the Milotic gives another hard push, feeling the unique pleasure of his rod swallowing another living creature. The carnal scene plays out further, the Milotic beginning to squirm uncontrollably in excitement to digesting this feline into his own spunk. Another thrust, and his phallus begins to stretch over the fatty behind, and it’s not long until said butt is merely a bulbous, singular lump wrapped tightly by the cocktube’s flesh.
Satisfaction grows as the bulges in his male appendage slip farther and farther down. His mouth curves into a smile as the sensation of a tail slides into his ample sac. Not long after it produces a nice, taut bulge, visible from the outside, before his well-trained balls react and constrict, pushing the first feline part down into a pool of spunk. His shaft constricts once more and the feline’s compressed cheeks shplunk past his cockbase and into his balls, briefly bouncing to the forceful entrance. The laborious movements gradually inch over the Absol’s girthy hips before meeting his well-stuffed belly, briefly stopping the cockfeeding.
Mrph… The Absol wakes up, groggily realizing he's in a different position from when he went to sleep… and that there's an immense pressure surrounding his lower body. He twitches his legs, thudding his big snowy paws against a leather container before splashing them down into some warm, syrupy mixture. Twitching his paws, feeling the pleasant fluid surround his toes, he tries to go back to sleep, comforted by the heat… until the Milotic’s cock gives a sudden tug, slurping his paws into the back of the snake’s ballsac and compacting the Absol’s meat-laden gut inside the lubed pipeway. The feline jerks back, only to find himself belly-deep inside the water type’s tubular grip. His expression shifts from shock and curls into despair, realizing what he’s in for. He’s the Milotic’s Skitty… he’s going to be bouncing inside those slimy nuts until the Milotic gets bored. From there the snake will melt him away into jostling gallon upon gallon of kittycream and ejaculate him as a white sludge.
The Milotic moves his head into view, finally taking a look at his cockfood’s face. It takes a bit of shifting, but he’s able to crane his neck down and meet the frightened gaze of the red-eyed cumfuel. The Absol, with each inconspicuous pull, drags deeper into the malesnake’s meat, uncontrollably belching as his own girth is forced inside. In spirit of the moment, the snake slithers backwards, Absol ragdolling as his erected container bobs left and right. With the cat removed from the den, the Milotic arcs back, contracting his cockflesh skyward and showing off his white-and-blue prize to an invisible audience. Powerless, the cat merely looks up, now thoroughly tucked within the Milotic’s manhood. His legs and rear are snugly trapped within the snake’s unforgiving balls and his Marill-filled stomach is a massive distension slipping ever closer to the gate between cock and sac. His arms are primed to begin entering the tube, but the Milotic looks and slides his long tongue across the cat’s face. He then retracts briefly, cruelly giving the feline a respite, before opening his mouth wide and pushing the beefy snowpaws inside his jaws, then farther in, down the depths of his esophagus. As the white is devoured by the tan, the Milotic’s cheeks swell over the Absol’s horn, as if ignoring it completely, and soon surround the cat in complete, flesh-tinted darkness.
The feline takes it all in: The quiet thump of the snake’s pulse echoes into the Absol’s ears, the sensation of spit and pre mixing together, and the breath of the Milotic searing across the Absol’s body. From there, the inexorable pressure condensing the feline’s underbelly, and numbing liquids working their way into the Absol’s rear. The anxious thought ringing through him is This is it. And the Milotic assures it as he curls his muscular tongue around the Absol’s neck and pushes down hard, violently convulsing the snake’s sac as it grows to the sudden expansion of kitty inside. The Absol’s belly is forcibly shifted down into the Milotic’s chambers, leaving only the blue feline face and horn outside of his cocktip. The Milotic removes his tongue-noose, but keeps his mouth surrounding the feline. You’re mine. he thinks to himself. You will never see the outside again. The Milotic’s innards are all that the Absol will see from here until blissful ejaculation and the Milotic punctuates it by biting ahold of the feline’s arms and pushing his cock into the back of his mouth. Shplirp! The motion plunges the remaining portions of cat deep within the salubrious cock, the veiny tube contracts and finishes the job: With all external forms of resistance removed, the contractions lug the Absol’s head down the oppressive organ. For a moment, he’s stuck at the barrier between rod and male baggage, but the Milotic stiffens his rod and he squeezes down with a final, resounding Shplunk!
And he’s cockfood.
Will beaten out of him, the Absol is forcibly crushed within the snake’s spherical container. The balls are visibly contracting around his form, but from the outside, their leathery thickness only allows for the most prominent of distinctions to bulge through: Horn, a paw here and there, and his tail. The rest are anonymous lumps of soon-to-be snake honey already preparing to form one, uniform slosh in the Milotic’s loins. The cream within already fills half the chamber, and if the Milotic willed it, soon it will be entirely full, if not nearly bursting at the filling of Absol-cum. Not that he even warrants the distinction. Absols, just like other felines, and avians, reptiles… what meets their viscid end inside the Milotic’s ballsac ends up all the same. Repurposed to fit their master’s will, thoroughly churned into a useful batch of pleasure ready to be expunged. The compacting and crushing of the chamber is what will break him into servitude, the cum will be doing the transforming and repurposing into something greater… though it’s particularly pitiful knowing a blob of cum splurging inside a lake is more useful than whatever the Absol hoped he would have become.
The Milotic, cock still deep within his mouth, rocks himself back and forth, feeling his body roll across the soon-to-be nut sludge in pleasant excitement. His enormous balls weakly resist in protest, the Absol somehow thinking he’ll escape. The Milotic runs his wet tongue across his phallus, triggering some tangible stimulation to his already overused genitals… it’s not long before he feels his balls slurring the feline within, the physical stimuli triggering the need to digest and process what’s in his fertile orbs. Growls and mrrrowls echo out, asking, begging him to stop, but he doesn’t until he feels his sac rumble out a vibrating Blurble! and what feels like coughing. The cat must be nose-deep in cum now and is drinking it down to stay above it...
No real protests occur after, the Absol being put in his place. The discernible protrusions still wiggle uncontrollably, meaning the Absol is still very much alive, and the snake certainly doesn’t have to completely digest his load for a long while, just get him sloshy enough to make swimming around in the sea that much better. The self-pleasuring did round out his balls a good bit and he alternatively could get things done now by having that kitty explode down his throat. Do it right and the Absol might not come out completely creamed, allowing the kitty to struggle further in the normal digestion chamber...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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