Home is Where...

An otherwise empty room in a vacant building was filled with the gentle sounds of digestion. On a ruined couch sat a toxicroak, delightfully rubbing a belly that sagged over the couch. As it squirmed, he croaked out, “Mmm… Who knew psychic types would be so delicious?”

Internally, another male pokémon responded, “L-Let me out, you vicious predator!”

The toxicroak laughed, massaging his fingers around the prey. “Mmm, why would I do that? You're frog food, pretty boy. You'll be even prettier as-- bworrrrp.” The belch echoed throughout the house, much to his amusement. His meal punched and kicked some more while his stomach made a similar blorp. He sighed deeply, dragging his blue gut up against the red, swelling sac of poison under his chin. “Yum yum. Would be a shame if all this… poison here were to go to waste. Maybe I should use some of it?”

The prey became more indignant, saying, “Don't you dare--!” Then his belly yelped and popped. The toxicroak laughed again and got off the couch while his gut started to slowly retreat to a normal size. Walking to a bedroom holding a surprisingly clean bed, he found an irritated abra levitating slightly above it and dripping wet. The abra pouted, “You said no acid, Old Lace.”

Old Lace continued to grin in response. “It was only a few drops, Quarky.”

His sultry tone made the abra blush, but he tried to keep control over his point. Landing on the bed, he said, “I know, but I wasn't prepared for it. It stung and…”

Lace sat down on the bed next to him, draping an arm over the psychic’s shoulder. “It's okay, I know. I'll be careful next time. Besides, I wouldn't want to digest my favorite snack,” he said, nibbling at the abra’s neck. It made him shudder. “And I'd be a shame to poison types everywhere if I couldn't control my own poisons and acids.”

The abra couldn't help but be calmed by his words. Despite whatever roleplaying they had done, Lace was nothing but sweet. He leaned into the toxicroak’s side, listening to the upset growls of a denied stomach. A bit of drool dripped into his head while he did, causing him to look up. Soon as he did, a slimy tongue dragged across his face. “Hey!” he cried out.

The toxic frog licked his lips, savoring the lovely taste. “Can't help it… My tummy’s missing its meal and said meal is sitting right with me.”

Despite shivering again and admittedly desiring the warmer insides of his lover, he decided to propose an alternative. “How about I get you something you can keep, hmm?”

Lace considered the offer for a moment before agreeing. After all, his actual meals were enjoyable for both of them. Agreeing on that, Quark closed his eyes and began levitating again. Lace remained leaning on his shoulder, since his floating only lifted him to head height. The psychic was focusing, scanning the area psychically for good prey. Being in an urban area, there was always a plentiful variety of pokémon, even including those owned as pets. Within minutes, he found a number of nominees for the role. His eyes opened again and he asked, “Are you feeling eevee, fletchling, skitty, persian, or politoed?”

The toxicroak licked his lips, imagining. “Well, the first two are too small for me, but the last three are just too delicious to decide… How about you pick?”

Quark smiled, saying, “Then I'll be right back with your meal, Lacey,” and promptly vanished. He reappeared in a well-furnished apartment with all the utilities: Electricity, water, and air conditioning. Nicer than the “apartment” he shared with Old Lace, but home is where the heart is. He looked around for his target while silently floating above the ground. A shower and AC filled the background noise of this room. Hovering around a corner, he found a collared, plump politoed laying on a countertop, seemingly sleeping. Quark took an extra moment to listen to his surroundings telepathically, but the only other mind in that apartment was the man in the shower. Laying his fingers across the politoed’s back, they both instantly vanished from the apartment.

Old Lace was waiting next to the bed when his love and lunch arrived. One “landed” a few inches above the bed, while the other plopped unceremoniously down and woke up. The politoed mumbled, “Where am I…?” The surroundings were much more tarnished than their own apartment.

The other frog in the room grinned deviously and said, “Welcome to Chez Old Lace, and today's special… is… you!” With the final word, he dove forward and delivered a quick jab to their gut, disorienting them further. While they reeled from it, Lace grabbed their legs and started chowing down. In the meantime, the abra took a comfortable position directly across. It provided a great view of whichever pokémon disappearing backwards down Lace’s gullet. He smiled as the politoed recovered, too little too late. They looked confusedly around, then back at their legs. Wetter than usual, they, and now their waist, was being swallowed by a toxicroak. The abra in front of them seemed to be enjoying it, having kidnapped them. Fortunately, they had an idea.

The politoed’s tongue flew out, cracking like a whip onto the abra’s snout. Quark was surprised, but not worried. He just hadn't been paying attention to their thoughts, but he could easily teleport out. But before he did that, Lace spared an arm to firmly grab the prehensile tongue. Neither of them could speak with their mouths open, but their faces were forthcoming. Lace’s expression darkened while his prey began to tear up from the pain. The tongue loosened as its owner was dragged deeper into fleshy depths. The abra grinned and watched as the tongue retracted, with the politoed’s head now fully behind the toxicroak’s teeth.

Resigned now, the water frog was paused within Lace’s throat. Quark took the opportunity to lean forward against the blue maw. He spoke sweetly to the politoed, “You really did try, better than most. But in the end, you're just food for my boyfriend.” He pecked their nose, then teeth clamped down in front of him. Behind those white walls, he heard a powerful gluck.

Now that Lace was free to use his face and talk, he grinned down at the abra laying across the bed. “I saw you give a kiss to my food. Perhaps you'd like to join him?” The white walls parted once more, displaying a hungry, empty maw. Having just finished with its previous meal, it still hungered. Drool stringed across, flesh shone, and his tongue twitched.

“N-no, no thank you. I'm fine to watch from out here.”

Nodding, he closed his mouth but kept a smile. “I may not be a psychic, but I can tell what you really want, my little Quark.” He hopped up on the bed to join him, bringing a squirmy gut.

“You act so predatory, but it was pretty sexy when you saved me like that…” He leaned against the toxicroak’s belly, enjoying the movements and noises.

Lace wrapped his arms around his psychic mate, cooing, “Well I couldn't let anyone else have my favorite snack. And I do love you so.”

The abra blushed and responded, “I love you too.”

With the pleasantries out of the way, he was knocked over by a swollen stomach, nearly being smothered while the owner of said stomach laid casually on his side. “Now I suppose since you like this tum of mine so much, you wouldn't mind helping it digest a bit?” Quark nodded and got to work, kneading the gut into its prey. The pokémon inside tried futilely to fight back, which was quickly stopped. Lace, facing the abra, let out a loud and wet belch. While the politoed stilled, Quark wiped the spittle out of his fur. He looked back at his rude mate, who did nothing but croak in response. Poisons swirled inside the red sac on his chin. After a few more of those churns, he swallowed them down into his stomach.

To Quark’s delight, the belly got much louder with the added acids. He yawned, signalling for Lace to readjust and let him on top. With the shift, he was able to snugly cuddle the digesting mass while its gurgling noises lulled him to sleep. In his sweet voice, Lace said, “G’night lovely… See you in a while.” Quark responded similarly, each blowing kisses at each other while separated by the former politoed. Then he fell asleep.

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It would be a while before Quark woke up, though maybe not as long as some wild abras. He woke up in a different position, though Lace was still near him, asleep. He had probably got up and stayed up for a bit before also falling asleep with him. His belly had clearly worked hard through its food, reducing it to a slight curve of fat. It growled gently as he rubbed it and prodded Lace awake. The toxicroak stretched to life, scratching his stomach as he did so. He sat up and immediately fell into Quark’s lap, still tired. “Enjoyed your hibernation? That big brain of yours needs a lot of rest.”

“I most certainly did. Did you enjoy your food?”

“It was delicious and filling. Probably one of the biggest things you've gotten me. But I think now…” Something started to come up his throat, which he promptly spit into Quark’s face. It was a collar, horribly slimy and even a bit corroded. “Well, if that managed to fall off, it must be pretty empty in there,” he said, patting his belly.

Quark blushed brightly and wiped the collar off his face, putting it on a nightstand. “Well, um, maybe I should find you somethi--” Cutting him off, Lace leaned up to his face and filled it with a kiss. He melted into it, moving both of them back down to the bed. After about a minute of making out, they paused for a moment, looking into each other’s eyes. Quark leaned in for another kiss, but met hot air. His snout was caught between two lips, with a warm tongue licking across his lips and chin. He groaned, though he made no attempt to pull out. The edges of Lace’s lips curled upwards as he moved around the abra’s head, sealing him off from the outside.

Inside the toxicroak’s mouth, it was only a few seconds before he plunged into the equally familiar throat. The tube dragged him down rhythmically, but even better was the sound of his lover’s heart. He could hear it thumping loudly, working to pull down a meal and also incredibly aroused by said meal being his mate. Quark even felt it for some length down the throat, before passing deeper into the stomach. With what little was left outside, he feigned a struggle. His legs kicked and tail wagged, though it did that on its own from excitement. When he flopped into the stomach, he splashed into a rather thick lake that filled up about half of the stomach (soon to be a lesser proportion as it grew for its new meal).

With his breakfast rapidly spilling into his stomach once more, it was easy for the toxicroak to slurp up its legs and tail. With a final hearty swallow, Quark was sealed into his gut. He shook it around as his prey readjusted, splashing politoed chyme across him. “Lacey!” he cried out. “That's so dirty!”

He just laughed and said, “I mean if you didn't want to get messy, maybe you shouldn't have put your head in my mouth?”

A light punch briefly showed through his skin. “You know I was just trying to kiss you again!” Quark quivered in the groaning stomach, trying to hold in laughter.

“Well in that case, I just couldn't resist after getting a taste of those lips.” He could just imagine the blush that must've crossed his food’s face. In fact, it was silent while he rubbed his belly and felt Quark’s outline. The abra had difficulty finding an in-character response, so Lace paved the path. “How's last night’s meal in there?”

Looking down, it was easy to find out. They were reduced to sludge pooling at the bottom of stomach and around Quark’s hips. “Oh, oh, oh my… they're… a mess...” Admittedly, he had seen the remains of last night a few times now, but he could still remember his shock the first time.

He heard chortling around him. “Well I'm sure you could see yourself in a similar condition then.” Lace’s stomach growled in a way that seemed threatening, but felt exhilarating. Despite the muck, he loved the tight, warm sensation. He clutched at the walls, moving with them as they tried to churn without juices. If it were cleaner he might enjoy himself a bit, but… “Hey, are you… enjoying yourself in there? Maybe you even want to be digested?”

Quark switched back into unwilling mode, punching and kicking softly but visibly. “Nooo! Let me out of here, I'm not food!”

Old Lace hit his chest a few times, letting out a belch as he did so. “Gotta disagree there Quarky. If you weren't food, you wouldn't be filling my tum so nicely.” He would never think of digesting his best friend, but he very much enjoyed teasing and eating him. He rolled over to the edge of the bed, letting his gut hang in the air. The abra complained once again as his prison flipped around, splashing more politoed.

“I can prove I'm not just a meal!” Lace flipped again, awaiting his appearance above the bed. In his gut there was a pop, but it stayed enlarged.

“Having any trouble in there?”

“No, I just…” There was another pop, but no change in position. “I um…”

The toxicroak burst into chortles, knowing full well what this meant. “Oh you preyish little boy! You-- brrrrrrrurp! You really, really do enjoy it.” He started to hiccup between bouts of laughter.

“I don't! I just…” Another pop caused Lace to laugh even harder and fall off the bed entirely. Quark felt himself pressed against the floor/stomach wall, with his predator on top.

“So my belly’s your new home, eh? I guess you do spend an awful lot of your waking hours as a placeholder!” He rubbed it in literally and figuratively on the sides of his sprawling gut. The psychic thought up another plan of escape, warping off to one of the other potential preys’ location and back. Of course, he simply reappeared in the muscular sac with liquefied politoed. He had to accept the implications now and it made him horribly embarrassed. Fortunately, he wouldn't have to stew much longer. For the first time, he started moving back up. Passing up the familiar throat, Lace politely vomited out his mate onto the hardwood floor. Still smiling, he asked, “How are you doing now?”

Quark sighed. “Well um, a little annoyed.”

“Aw, don't be that way. Just because you don't have an easy out doesn't change anything. I have full control over my guts. Besides, it shows how much you love me.”

“I know, but how will I teleport things like your food back here?”

Lace shifted closer, hugging him despite the slime and chyme. “Hey, we’ll work it out. After all, we were fine before we started abusing your teleport, we'll be fine after. Maybe you can learn to pinpoint it better. But for now, your home is where my stomach is.”

Quark chuckled at his cheesy joke, embracing him in a full hug as well. “You're just so great, Lacey.”

“Hey, so I'm told.” He planted a kiss on the abra’s head and lifted him into the air. “Now let's get you a bath, huh? That lake is pretty nice.”

He nodded graciously, “Good idea. Your stomach really did make a mess of that politoed!”

“Same for you, Quarky.” He gave a lick as they both laughed, embracing each other again. They rubbed their faces together, enjoying the moment as they teleported away with a single pop.