Mahlzeit

Friend made this cool monster, and I just had to share because aquatic beasts need more love. I'm planning to use him in a sea-themed horror/romance story I've been working away at.

Three feet tall and nimbler than a Nargacuga, Mocha considered himself untouchable. Invincible. Nine lives and needing only one. But one wrong step can bring all those sorry delusions crushing down. An old piece by @Tenaflux, now coloured! Anjanath, my beloved...

A fun commission I got from @_Dergum of a cat meeting a bigger cat. A much bigger cat. I even wrote an accompanying blurb for your viewing pleasure. 780 words. CW: gay, digestion, bad end Under the cloak of twilight, the Nargacuga stepped forward in a stretch, arching his back and yawning. After giving his rear and tail a wiggle, he sauntered into the warm burrow he called his nest. His nights here were usually spent alone. Tonight was different. His belly, once smooth and slender, now had its scutes stretched by a frantically squirming lump. The muddled mewls of his felyne meal echoed throughout the den. They were desperate — cute and pitiful in equal measure. As the meal wobbled between the monster’s haunches, it even found the strength to fight back; its snout pressed out of the hide, shortly joined by the defined outline of its head. With a steamy snort, the Nargacuga rested on his flank, then rolled onto his back to better observe his catch. Two hollow dints on his glossy underbelly — the indent of his meal’s eyes — was the only feature the monster could make out. In all fairness, the Nargacuga was distracted by a far more appetising sight. The fuzzy ring of his sheath had started to swell, and, aided by a felyne whose struggles stroked its underside, the slick pink of his cock slowly squeezed free. Live food was always a delight — both for the thrill, and for the fun that came after. The Nargacgua prodded his beak against the bulge in his gut, ignoring the cat’s whines. He kneaded the meowing lump deeper, compacting it into the very pit of his gut, crammed underneath his sheath. As the felyne kicked and thrashed, protesting the extra weight from being smooshed under a fat monster sheath, Nargacuga let out a croaky groan. Each squirm sent a shuddering wave of pleasure across his body. His cock jumped with each lurch of his meal, leaking onto his belly, glazing the protruding curves of a felyne forced to curl into a ball. Dusk turned into night, and the night waned on. Whenever the felyne’s struggles slowed, the Nargacuga gulped down air to keep his toy moving. Scared whimpers broke into high-pitched squeaks whenever Nargacuga bucked his cock against the softening lump. With every thrust, juices sloshed and bubbled from within his belly, coaxing the most delightful spasms from his evening snack. Alas, despite the Nargacuga’s craving for a long night of fun, a small felyne is no match for the ferocity of a monster’s gut. Shouts dwindled to mumbles, and soon, the only sound that breached the cum-slick hide was the sizzle of chyme. And still, the felyne pressed his face out from the sheath’s underside, as though desperate to keep his existence known to the outside world. A thick string of precum dribbled from the Nargacuga’s cock, curling around the pointed bulge of the kitten’s snout. Nargacuga leaned in and nuzzled his beak against the softening curves of his meal. His slow, teasing licks coaxed only a twitch. With an uncaring snort, the monster lifted his forewings and hovered them over his gut. His long, barb-covered tail swayed almost playfully as he watched the fading wiggles of his meal. He lapped his snout. Then, with a sharp growl, Nargacuga thrust his paws hard into his gut. He shoved both sludge and felyne against his cock. A wet grr-crnch signalled the sloppy end of his meal — but the Nargacuga’s night was just beginning. The monster bucked his hips with fury, fucking the soft, warm mound that used to be an adorable felyne. By the time the ambience shifted from rowdy huffs to deep, exhausted snores, the Nargacuga had coated his underbelly in streaks of white. Having struck his face, cum leaked from the edges of his beak, slowly cooling in the evening air. His tail, once thrashing in the throes of pleasure, slowed to a slight sway. His belly, now smooth save for a small bump between his haunches, glistened in the moonlight. His cock, sore and spent, crept back into its tight, wet sheath. And beneath said sheath — beneath the noisy hide of his gut — the bubbling leftovers of a former felyne sloshed. The stomach creaked and groaned. The walls shrunk and clenched, twisting and kneading, trying to cram its thick, nutrient-rich contents into the awaiting intestines. The felyne’s offering would be absorbed long before morning. Come sunrise, it would have a permanent place on the monster’s haunches, forever straddling the beast’s sheath and sac. As if dreaming of his newly added padding, a drizzle of cream oozed from the Nargacuga’s sheath. The mess drenched the dissolving jump smooshed just beneath. The felyne didn’t seem to mind. It burbled happily as its last, mushy glops drained through the stomach’s sphincter, swirling away, never to be seen again.

Should have brought a bigger boat. A much-belated gift for the incredibly talented @Lagiacrus_SSB. Art by Pshe on fA!

Been a hot minute since I posted here. For the Monster Hunter fans out there, have some Tzitzi and his award-winning smile :) By Pshe on fA!

Fizzle recommends topping off any day at the beach with a long soak in the hot tub. It's guaranteed to help you and your buddies grow closer than ever. Art by @GreedyGulo. I've also got a second-person story with this friend-shaped lug on my FA (if you're in the mood to get ate)