Turnabout is Fair Play

Sleeping around 18 hours a day, while nice for recharging, was terrible for seeing certain times of day. Fortunately, every so often, Quark’s schedule would line up with sunrise or sunset. Today was sunrise! Despite the rather desolate state of the building he and Old Lace inhabited, the morning sun shined through the windows at a very nice angle. It cast long shadows across the few pieces of furniture they ‘owned’.

They both sat across from each other at a very basic wooden table, in what was likely a kitchen at one point. For breakfast, poffins, that they definitely cooked themselves and didn’t steal from someone else. Quark munched sleepily on a sweet pecha poffin, while Lace was having some sort of spicy-dry blend one. It strongly resembled his own skin, to Quark’s amusement.

With a mouthful of poffin, Lace asked, “So whaf’s fhe plan fof foday?”

Quark responded, eyes still half-shut, “Hmmmmm?”

Lace swallowed. “I said, what’s the plan for today?”

The abra shrugged very slightly, still just biting off small bits of his poffin. “I dunnoooo.”

Old Lace always found his drowsy boyfriend to be an exceedingly adorable thing and it wasn’t any different now. The sunlight behind him only helped to illuminate his golden fur! Oh… and it gave him a devious idea. Licking his lips, Quark didn’t seem to notice. Just as well, since he’s so tired. But he knew what would wake him up real quick. Scarfing down the rest of his poffin, he prepared to make a leap across the table.

Quark, of course, could sense that his longtime lover/predator was about to leap across the table. To anyone else, he would teleport away almost instantly, but he ignored the instinct with him. He even grew a sleepy smile as the toxicroak stood up, preparing to wolf down the abra. Involuntarily, he also widely yawned for just a bit too long. Despite the psychic’s relative size and precognition, it didn’t stop the combined events.

In just a few seconds, their positions changed from sitting calmly in chairs, to Quark laying on his back, chair knocked over, with Old Lace hanging out of his mouth. He was definitely awake now, though not the intended way. Both of them exclaimed muffledly, surprised by the situation. Lace’s head fin scraped uncomfortably against the back of Quark’s throat, causing another involuntary movement. Once again, they were both shocked as Quark managed to swallow down the upper part of his boyfriend’s head.

Now, a sort of domino effect was in play. Quark’s throat and uvula were both being constantly agitated, forcing the abra to swallow down his mate. There was simply no other way! So he decided he might as well start enjoying it a bit. In his mouth at the moment, he was loving the steady pressure from the toxicroak’s sac breathing in the confined space. It had to move on quickly, as he felt like he might choke otherwise, but it remained pleasurable even as his gullet worked it down. The whole time, his tongue dragging across Lace’s body provided a delightful taste. It was both slimy and salty, yet containing an incredibly sweet flavor underneath it. It felt dizzyingly powerful, in fact. He shook his head slightly and kept focus on swallowing his pr- the obstruction blocking his throat.

It was actually taking longer than he thought. Though Lace didn’t struggle as much as one might expect from someone being accidentally eaten, he was still bigger. At this point all that was left outside was the toxicroak’s legs, allowing Quark to get a glance of his own stomach. Naturally, it was starting to grow massive, though it was forced to spill off to the side awkwardly, given the base of the fallen chair still behind his legs. He groaned slightly and continued to swallow. As delicious as his love was, it was honestly tiring to swallow so much at this point. Not to mention he was starting to feel a bit sick from the sheer amount of ‘food’ he was getting.

Finally, the toxicroak’s toes slipped past his lips. Glulp. Quark took a deep breath of air, panting as he did so. With the last bit downed, he felt his accidental meal shifting around. It was both somehow very enjoyable and comfortable at the same time.

Able to speak up once more, Lace immediately asked, “Quark! What just happened?”

Groaning, he responded, “Well… apparently I yawned right as you tried to jump at me. And then I just…” He stopped to groan, then let out a small burp. “I just swallowed… accidentally.”

“Well, that’s different. Never realized you were quite this flexible!”

They both chuckled, though Quark’s was a bit pained. “And I never realized… you were so tasty.”

“Heheh. You liked that, yeah? Just a different sort of poison. Though it probably won’t affect you too much with that big brain of yours.”

“Oh that was on purpose…? Explains why you weren’t struggling much…”

“Well I figure you gotta have your day in the limelight. Though I think our roles will be reversed as soon as you get me out of here.”

Quark smiled slightly, though he didn’t answer.

“Riiiiight? While you may have managed to choke me down, your stomach control is pretty nonexistent down here. I can feel the acid creeping up around my feet.”

“Oh but Lacey, you were just so big… I don’t think I can spit you out.”

“Hmm… Teleport?”

With two pops, the abra moved from lying on the ground to a much more comfy position on the couch in the next room. He sighed as the weight from his stomach was shifted off of his chest, simply dangling off the edge of the couch now. Of course, that meant teleporting didn’t work either. “S-sorry hun. Doesn’t seem to work either.”

“Well… what’s the plan then?”

“I think,” he said, rubbing over his gut with a paw, “I think I don’t have any choice but to let you digest!”

Quark felt for any sort of flinching reaction, but instead came a deadpan, “Really.”

“Y-yes! Ohhh… I’m sorry it came to this but, well, at least you were taaaasty, Lacey.” The abra managed to force a longer belch to seal the deal, but it made him feel rather sick.

“Oh Quarky, even as a predator… you’re still too preyish.”

“I don’t know what you mean! You’re my prey right now! Uh, accidentally, I mean.”

“I’m sure then, you can handle a bit of this,” Lace said, before starting to struggle slightly.

The sight alone of arms and legs reaching out of his own belly was a bit sickening, but the sensation was even worse. The fighting-type pokemon was easily stronger, even at his weakest. The psychic yelped and yielded, dropping the act. Burping from the disturbance, he simply complained, “You’re no fun.”

He could sense the smugness in his boyfriend’s response, “Oh I’m plenty of fun. And you know it. With our roles switched… Mmm. Drooling just thinking about it.”

Quark blushed brightly, even though he was supposed to be a predator. “Well… Later…”

“So you do have a plan to avoid digesting me, huh Mr. Predator?”

The abra sighed and confessed, “Yes… I do.” He smiled slightly and said, “I wouldn’t want to digest my favorite snack.”

“I’m gonna get you for stealing my lines.”

The abra teleported again, to their bed. From the nightstand’s drawer, he pulled out a small round seed and swallowed it. It quickly went down his throat, falling into the frog’s lap. “Eat that please. It’s a reviver seed.”

Old Lace obliged, though he was a bit confused. “Reviver seed? Not really familiar with that one, hun.”

“Well, simply put, it’s just a seed that’ll revive you! Y’know, after I digest you.”

“So you are going to digest me then.”

“Err… yeah.“

“Now I’m really gonna eat you for stealing and mangling my lines.”

Quark laughed and apologized as he teleported back to the couch to get a more comfortable position. His gut was well-active now, figuring out the best way to deal with its meal. Meanwhile, he found pleasure in gently massaging his belly. Even Lace joined in, carefully rubbing it from the inside. The abra laid down his head on the toxicroak, despite the layers of flesh. He purred, “This really does actually feel great. Just the fullness and… oh I can still imagine that taste.”

“You’re a natural. Just so long as I don’t,” he said, shifting the slightest, “do anything.”

The abra bared through the wave of sickness. “Won’t be so teasing when you’re all melted.”

“True, true. But your acids are kid’s stuff compared to mine! I might be here longer than you’d like, my little predator.”

It occurred to him that he didn’t consider that. This was his first time swallowing anything whole, and this particular thing was bigger than him. He groaned with the thought of hefting around a toxicroak-sized stomach for days. Hopefully it wouldn’t be that long. “Well, at least you can enjoy your first stay in a stomach.”

“It’s okay. I can hear your heartbeat, which is pretty lovely.”

“You don’t enjoy like…”

Lace chuckled. “No, that’s why I’m the predator in this relationship.”

“What don’t you like?”

“Well, it’s rather cramped, not to mention way too slimy and hot. Not to mention the whole digestion thing! I think I actually can feel some part of me melting.”

Quark was distracted by the thoughts of being inside a gut, but snapped back at ‘melting’. “Oh, so you are digesting, huh?”

“A little bit.”

“And you said my acids were weak.”

“Believe me. I know my acids. They are downright feeble.”

Trying to stir up his most predatory feelings, Quark said, “We’ll see how feeble they are when you’re nothing but fat on my body!”

“Intimidating! But I’m sure I’ll still be able to gulp down your fat body. Still only a snack.”

Quark blushed again. He wished Lace could let him pretend to be a predator. But they both knew where he really belonged.

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It ended up taking three very long nights for the abra to digest his meal. The toxicroak passed out from a lack of air shortly into the first day, but breaking him down took much longer. He didn’t really start to melt until the abra was going to sleep later that day. Overnight his belly made exceptionally loud noises, gurgling and growling. Fortunately, there were no neighbors or other residents. That said, it was more bark than bite, only liquefying half of its contents.

Loneliness set in the next time he woke up, but fortunately Quark doesn’t stay up long. He spent most of his time trying to watch TV, with two obstacles: His obnoxiously loud gut and said gut blocking some of his view from the couch. Those annoyances didn’t stop him from amusing himself however. His belly was much squishier than previously, though he still had to be gentle with it. The way his own stomach sloshed around when moved at all reminded him more of being prey than predator, strangely.

When he woke up on the second ‘day’, he was struck by boredom. His stomach’s contents were fully liquefied, but still in the process of moving along the tract. He wondered how exactly the reviver seed would work, but was forced to shrug it off as it was a bit too late to have second thoughts. Moving was difficult due to the thick toxicroak slurry constantly splashing inside him with every movement. Even the usual levitation caused his still distended gut to sway. Not to mention he was somehow struggling to maintain his usual height above the ground. Being a predator was definitely not all that it was cracked up to be. That night, while he was sleeping, a particularly wet belch released the reviver seed.

The third day was a morning again. Quark felt particularly sluggish getting out of bed. Now that his body was finished with the melting part of digestion, it was starting to take all the excess nutrients and reapply them as fat elsewhere. His belly remained notably distended, but several other sections of his body were thicker than a few days ago. Per routine, he teleported absentmindedly to the breakfast table. Although he wasn’t hungry at all, given that his meal from days ago continued to provide.

Feeling sleepy and bloated, his mind didn’t notice a pokemon sneaking up behind him. The old floorboards suddenly creaked, causing him to move out of his chair. Right as he did so, he was barely able to see a blue blur pounce on his back. The embrace was immediately recognizable by its strong, yet somehow soft force. Then a sultry voice whispered, “Oh Quarky, you’re soft as a marshmallow now.” The abra couldn’t help but grin as wide as ever. His heart fluttered just from hearing and feeling Old Lace again.

The toxicroak pulled him off the ground, still being able to lift him into the air easily. He said, “Oof! You’re heavier than the last time I saw you. I guess that’s what I do to you, huh? Spoil you rotten.” Quark couldn’t bring himself to say anything, instead reaching forward for a tight hug. He hung onto Lace, wrapping his arms, legs, and tail around as much of the frog as he could. Lace returned in kind, dropping the predatory act to give him a hearty hug and tell him, “I missed you too, lovely.”

As soon as Quark relaxed, Old Lace licked him in one long streak from bottom to top. “Mmmmmmm. I think I might just have to… take some of that fat back. I gotta show you who’s really the predator in this relationship.” Almost on cue, his stomach growled. “And I haven’t eaten in days.” He grew his own, much more devious, grin. Then he opened his mouth wide, rolled his tongue out, and placed the abra’s head in.

Quark showed zero resistance, not even feigning. As he was swallowed down, he simply took in the feelings with a sense of belonging. The hot, slimy flesh. The pulsating around him. The growls of destination. His time in the constricting throat was extended by the sheer fat present on his body. But Lace was more than up to the challenge, still managing to gulp him down. Glp. Glp. Glllluck.

The abra spilled into the empty stomach, quickly shifting upright and curling up as the fleshy walls squeezed him together. His home shook as a loud belch was released somewhere above him. Distantly, “Even all that pudge couldn’t stop me from getting my breakfast, fat li’l foxy.” Quark felt himself lift and drop as the toxicroak played with his belly before plopping down on the couch.

Quark finally managed to say, “Lacey, I love you so much. So, so much. I love being here and…”

“Oh believe me, I know you do. Darlin’, I know you inside and out.” Blushing yet again, Quark decided he didn’t want to lay in a stomach right then. He focused and with a pop, reappeared next to Old Lace. The toxicroak was surprised and opened his mouth to ask something, but was cut off by a kiss. He only managed to get out a rather pleased “Mmm,” before yielding to the abra. Quark leaned forward onto his boyfriend, pressing all his new weight onto him. This was all the taste he needed. He wasn’t a predator, but he could always be a snack for his love.