Voretober 2022 - LOVE

“I’m glad to hear you two have been doing okay,” said Rags. He was visiting his old friend Quark, and Quark’s boyfriend Old Lace, who he didn’t know quite as well. The couple was an abra and toxicroak, while he himself was a scrafty. Although they knew each other when he was still a scraggy. “The boss is still looking for you guys. Do you ever worry about him?”

Quark stayed in that floating, almost meditative pose he always sat in around anyone that wasn’t his boyfriend. His expression was as difficult to read as always, even if most around him could be an open book. In response to Rags’ question, he didn’t shift or exhibit any real concern. “No,” he said. “He’s a non-issue.”

Rags shrugged. “If you say so. Guy still scares me, at least.” He looked around their little run-down apartment, just taking in the view. “Not a bad place you’ve got here. Seems pretty off the grid.”

“Thanks. Hope you didn’t have too much trouble getting here?”

“Nope! You know me, I’ve got this city memorized like the back of my hand,” he chuckled. “Where’s your guy by the way?”

“He should be getting here soon.” Quark’s expression softened a little, sensing the frog as he headed up to their place. “Have you met Old Lace before?”

“Oh, no. I mean, not really. I think I might’ve gotten a glimpse of him on a job or something. He gave me the creeps too.”

“He’s a good guy when you get to know him. He’s a real sweetheart. And actually, he’s letting me know he left some extra groceries downstairs, so let me get those.” Quark popped out of existence, leaving Rags all alone in the apartment. He kicked his feet idly on their couch, browsing his surroundings again.

The doorknob suddenly started rattling. Rags snapped to face the door, but it was just Old Lace. He came in whistling some tune and holding plastic bags, but stopped as soon as saw the scraggy. They stared at each other for a few tense seconds. Rags could even hear the toxicroak’s stomach growl, making the silence awkward instead. He started saying, “Hi, I’m one of Quark’s old buddies from--” but he never got a chance to finish introducing himself.

Quark popped back in a few minutes later, various items psychically floating around him. “Lacey, I told you to leave things next to the red wheelbarrow, not the--” He turned and saw his boyfriend sitting back on a countertop, yellow ‘pants’ kicking out of his maw. He hadn’t seemed to notice Quark’s reappearance yet, with his eyes closed in bliss. An audible GULP left only Rags’ tail out and a blush across Quark’s face. “L-Lacey!!” He shouted, as his psychically held things fell to the ground.

Lace’s eyes popped open with some surprise. When he saw it was Quark, he turned to a more teasy expression and waved at him. Then he pulled Rags in with a quick slurp and swallowed down the rest. Quark watched with a flustered expression as his friend slid down his boyfriend’s throat, behind that red sac, into his blue belly. The scraggy formed quite the huge lump, and was clearly not enjoying the turn of events. Lace openly burped and then said, “Hi hun. Just had some lunch.”

Quark floated over to Lace, just watching his stomach squirm. He stammered, “Lacey, that was an old friend of mine...!”

Lace looked down at his gut, then looked back up. He rested a hand on his meal and started pushing him around as he said, “I guess emphasis on ‘was’, huh?”

The way he grinned as he said that was killer to Quark. Even if he knew that he shouldn’t be as turned on as he was. “L-Lace, I liked him! Can’t you let him out?”

The toxicroak reached out with his other hand and gently cupped Quark’s chin. Then he whispered, “Oh, but don’t you love me?”

Quark whispered back, “I do, but he’s not- he’s not-”

“A meeeeal~?” Quark couldn’t say anything back but a soft whine. “Why don’t you let me gurgle your friend here? You can feel him go if you want...”

Lace let him go, leaving Quark practically frozen in place. But slowly, like a falling leaf, he came down to level with his boyfriend’s belly. He couldn’t deny how he felt about it. It was so wrong to betray his friend like this, but it was too hot for him to not. He could hear Lace’s belly gurgling up a storm, undoubtedly already hard at work on Rags. As soon as he wrapped his body around the bulging mass, he heard Rags speak up. He coughed, “Q-Quark? Is that you?”

“Y-Yes,” he answered. He rubbed over Rags’ softening form along with Lace’s hand, Quark shuddering as he did.

“This is just a b-big misunderstanding, right? Lace’s gonna spit me up soon?”

Quark looked up at Lace, but he already knew the answer. “N-no,” he answered again. “He’s going to break you down until there’s nothing left.” He humped Rags almost involuntarily, but the squishy sounds his friend’s body made in turn sent shivers up his spine. Rags started to writhe more under him, but he was falling deeper and deeper into his own hedonism. Lace was clearly enjoying the feeling too, since Quark could feel him start to jerk off under his belly.

Quark kept humping Lace’s belly as he continued, “The o-only way you’re leaving my boyfriend’s stomach is as soup sluicing down his intestines.” He panted, “Soon you’ll be nothing more than slush.”

From above him Lace let out a labored laugh and said, “Why don’t you tell him about the reviver seeds?”

The abra breathily said, “We could have--” plap-- “brought you back--” hff-- “but I think you’re better as--” ahn-- “his pudge!” As soon as he felt Rags fall apart under him, Quark came. Lace came below him, clutching onto the smaller abra as he did and smushing him into his gut. They panted together in the afterglow for a while, until Quark started mumbling, "I can't believe I..."

Lace just slapped him on the back and said, "You have a real mean streak in you, preyboy!" He laughed, and Quark couldn't help but softly laugh too as his old friend sloshed beneath him.