Salazzle Vore

I was walking. Walking somewhere outside, as a light breeze mussed my dark brown hair. My shoes scratched the stony ground beneath. I was in a Canyon or so, for the whole area was rocky and bleak. Walls of stones were rising to my sides, as my way led me further straight on. What am I doing here? Why am I walking in such a place?, I asked myself. I’ve never seen this place before. As I looked around I recognized that there were other people. Many people. Why haven’t I recognized them before? Men and women alike were all walking in one direction. Straight on, like me. It was strange, but I couldn’t stop. Something prevented me from stopping. As if I didn’t have the control over my own feet, I had to walk on. And the others, too. Where did all these people come from? Why are we all walking through this ravine? I took a closer look at the people around me. To my right there were two young women, probably the same age as me. Maybe a bit younger. One of them had straight fair hair, which she was wearing in a thick braid. Blue jeans and a white tight shirt adorned her athletic body. The other girl had short red hair, while freckles covered the parts around her nose. She was wearing a green dress, which perfectly matched with her fiery red hair. She was very beautiful. I caught myself staring at her and quickly looked away again. Luckily she didn’t recognized it. I was just an ordinary young man, with an ordinary life. But this was not the time to meet someone. Nor the place. I concentrated on my surroundings again, looking to my left side this time. There was a man with dark hair, dark blue jeans and a black shirt. He was walking. Like all the others. In front of me there was a couple. Also a young man and a young woman, who were holding hands as they were walking, talking quietly to each other. I spied several other people. Either in groups, in pairs of two, or alone. And all of them walking. Besides they were all around my age, nothing unusual was to find out about them. They behaved totally normal, like walking through a park with lush green meadows on a warm and sunny summer day. I decided to ask someone about this whole situation and so I turned to my left to the man with the dark hair and the black shirt.

“Sorry, but do you know where we’re going?”, I asked him.

“I don’t know”, the man said with a smile and kept walking on.

I kept on asking some other people, but I always received the same answer. “I don’t know”, they all said to me, smiling and happy. This was so strange. All of those people, including me, were walking through this canyon in one direction and neither of them knew where we were going. What was this all about? The crowd moved further on, like a wandering herd of restless beings. It was a long way and it didn’t seem to end. Time was going by and it felt like walking for hours. But no one showed any signs of exhaustion. I felt quite well myself. After walking for so long, my feet normally should have shown some blisters, but they didn’t even ache a bit. I didn’t feel hungry or thirsty, either. I really couldn’t explain what was going on here. It all seemed so strange, but I didn’t feel uncomfortable. I even had to admit that my mood was quite cheerful despite the circumstances.

After some more time had passed by, still walking and brooding on this strange situation, I suddenly heard a deep rumbling sound ahead far in the distance. It sounded like thunder, but somehow different. Automatically I looked up in the sky. But there where just some white and soft clouds passing, while the rest of the sky was blue. The sun was shining bright and the air was dry. Even if I wasn’t a meteorologist, I could tell that it was not going to rain. At least in the next few hours. That was not hard to find out. But what else had caused this thunder like sound? I was confused, but there was nothing to do about it. Except walking further on. And so I did.

Eventually, after some more hours of walking, the high stony walls of the canyon seemed to dwindle and I could even see their edges. I was glad that something was changing now. I was not captured in an endless loop of walking, or so it seemed at least. The rocky walls were dwindling further and finally we reached a broad plateau, where all the people were accumulating. Astonished I looked around, realizing the huge crowd of people. I couldn’t tell how many men and women were here. They were beyond counting. Two hundred, three hundred, maybe more? I didn’t even dare counting them. And finally we stopped.

There we were standing. A huge crowd of young men and women and me amongst them. And now? What are we supposed to do here? Again I took a look at the people around me. Nothing had changed. They were chatting, laughing or silent, if they were on their own. But then the crowd grew silent from one second to another and all of them were looking in one direction. I followed their eyes. But all I could see was a huge rock. They’re not all staring at that rock, are they? But there was nothing else to be seen. Then there was this thundering sound again. This time much louder and so close. The rock. It seemed to come from under the rock. What was that? An earthquake? But the ground didn’t shake. It was just that sound. After it had lasted for a few seconds, it faded again until it was silent. What is this place? This was all so strange. I wanted an answer and so I picked the person closest to me and ask again, this time less friendly:

“What are we doing here?”

I waited, but I didn’t get an answer this time. So I turned to the next person and asked again. But the man didn’t answer, either. Slowly but surely I grew angry and so I shouted:

“Is there no one who can tell me what is happening here? What is this place and why are we here?”

Out of breath I looked at the people again, but they didn’t even seemed to have recognized my blowup. Like hypnotized they were all staring at this stupid rock in the middle of the plateau.

“You will soon see, why you are here”, a voice said suddenly. It was a beautiful female voice. Soft and strong at the same time and it seemed to be everywhere, as it echoed over the plateau.

And then there was this thundering sound again. As I was looking at the rock again, I couldn’t believe my eyes. The color of the rock suddenly seemed to change from a reddish brown to a more darker color, until it was dark gray, almost black. And it was growing. While it was raising, a long tail uncurled from the rock and also two legs and arms. A long neck was carved out of the stone and finally a head as well. The rock had transformed into a huge Pokemon. A gigantic Salazzle, which was about five meters tall. But that couldn’t be possible. A Salazzle was not much taller than one meter. How could this one be so huge? Elegantly the gigantic Salazzle showed herself. The Pokemon was in a squatting position, one of her hands touching the ground lightly, while her back was straight. Her other arm she held gracefully in the air. I had a good look at the Pokemon. Her belly and the inner parts of her thighs showed a light  purple coloring. On her chest and further down her belly were pink patterns. She was the most beautiful being I’ve ever seen in my whole life. How she was standing there, while her tail lightly lashed from one side to the other. Her slender and also curvy body was breathtaking. Instantly I felt ashamed for my shouting. I knew that the melodic voice I had heard belonged to her. It was strange, but somehow it had become totally normal for me that she was able to talk and I also stopped thinking about her immense size. The only thing I wanted was to look at her. To look at this wonderful being in front of me. No. This was not the only thing. I wanted more. I wanted to be with her. Me alone. And forever. But would that be possible? Would a so beautiful being even want to be with me?

I was suddenly pulled out of my thoughts, as I noticed that the people around me were moving again. They were walking toward Salazzle and began forming a line. What was this all about? Why were all this people acting like that? It seemed that everyone of these men and women wanted to have a private audience with Salazzle. Tidily they were lining up behind one another. If I wanted to be near this Pokemon, I had to do the same. And so I quickly slipped into the forming line. Luckily no one noticed that I had pushed myself to the front of the line. The bad thing was that there were about fifty people in front of me. But I didn’t want to complain. I looked behind me. The line of people seemed endless. Eventually all people seemed to had queued up in the long line and a sudden silence fell over the plateau. The only thing I could here was the wind. A light whistle could be heard every time the wind was squeezed through tiny gaps of rocks. Everyone was looking up to Salazzle. Her mouth twisted to a mocking but also lovely smile. Then I could hear this growling sound again. Long and loud it echoed over the line of people. And this time I knew where this was coming from. It was Salazzle’s stomach. Hungrily growling and rumbling, waiting for a delicious and filling meal. And the meal… Before I could finish my thoughts, Salazzle spoke up in her wonderful voice and finished them for me.

“Time to fill this hole my belly”, she said giggling. “Step forward and be mine.”

And so the first person in the line of people took a step toward Salazzle. Willingly and without hesitation. It was the man with the dark hair and the black shirt I had asked about this situation. Carefully Salazzle grabbed him at his shirt’s collar with two long fingers and lifted him up toward her face. A pink and long tongue came out of her mouth and she licked her lips delightfully.

“Mmmhhh. You will be my first little snack”, she said playfully.

Then she lifted the man even higher, above her head, while she was stretching her neck. She opened her mouth and let the man dangling over her gaping maw. From down here he looked so small, but he didn’t seem to be afraid. And all the other people were so calm. No one said a word. All of them were watching the man high up in the air, dangling over Salazzle’s open mouth. And then she let go and the man was falling. Straight into the maw of the Pokemon. The man vanished and Salazzle closed her mouth. She held this position for a few seconds. And then….and then I heard a slimy gulping sound. Salazzle’s neck stretched and a tiny bulge traveled down her neck. Calmly and somehow fascinated I watched as the bulge slid deeper down her long beautiful neck until it had disappeared in her beautiful body. Salazzle lowered her head again and looked down at her belly. It was hard to see, but a tiny bulged had formed in there and it was moving lightly. Gurgling sounds emerged from her stomach and Salazzle sighed.

“Mmmhhh. I can’t wait to feel more of you struggling in my belly”, the gigantic Pokemon said.

She must have been very hungry, because this time she grabbed two people straight away. One in each of her hands. Those were the girls I had met before. The one with the fair hair and the one with the fiery red hair and her green dress. The beautiful one. But now there was only one beautiful thing in the world. And this was Salazzle. Greedily the lizard Pokemon shoved the fair haired girl in her mouth. Not a second had passed and a gulp vibrated through her body. Quickly she opened her mouth once again and shoved in the other girl. When she gulped, the other bulge had not yet vanished in her body and so two bulges were now traveling through her neck and down into her waiting and gurgling stomach. The bulge in her belly grew a little more and Salazzle continued her feast.

Every time Salazzle gulped down another human I took a step forward in the line and was coming closer to her. And the closer I got to her, the bigger her belly grew, moving under the ones she had already eaten. I know that I should have been afraid, but somehow I wasn’t. I was even looking forward to joining her. Her and her beautiful body. While I was waiting I watched her consuming all the others. I counted them. Twenty five people had already traveled down her long neck. The swell in her belly was now clearly visible. And also the movements in there, accompanied by gurgling sounds. Sometimes she paused and looked down at her growing stomach. Then she placed one of her hands on it and stroked it lightly, clearly enjoying the squirming motions. Another time she put three fingers on her neck when she gulped, exploring the bulges while they were dragged down. There where times, when Salazzle even let her mouth open while swallowing. A slimy gulp was heard then and I could even hear as the throat opened and closed around the one who got consumed. I kept on watching and counting. Thirty, Thirty seven, forty one… There weren’t so many people ahead of me anymore. Not long and I could be with her. Swallowed, consumed, eaten. But this didn’t matter, as long as I could be with her. In her. Fifty. There were only two more people to go. Then it would be my turn. She gulped delightfully and number fifty one slid down her neck and into her belly. She swallowed and number fifty two had vanished in her body. Now it was my time to join her. What would it be like? How will it feel to slide down her neck? How will it be to be in her stomach? What will I hear?

I took my step forward, my last step and looked up. Her immensely swollen belly loomed in front of me, moving heavily, as its abdominal wall lifted and lowered constantly. Her face appeared over her massive belly and she looked down at me, grinning. A gigantic hand reached out for me and grabbed me around my waist. Her grip was gentle. Then she lifted me up and her beautiful face appeared in front of mine. I was hypnotized by her beautiful eyes. For the first time I could see them from up close. Her iris was a deep purple I could have drown in, speckled by red dots, as her slitted black pupils eyed me. I wasn’t able to take my eyes off of hers and I didn’t want to. I was waiting for her to eat me, but she just kept looking at me. Those big beautiful eyes. Is something wrong with me? Why isn’t she proceeding? I’m ready. She kept staring at me, while the plateau was silent. Everything was quiet. Except her stomach. The gurgling of her big belly was the only sound to be heard. Curiously I dared to look down and saw it. Big and round and squirming, her belly moved heavily. Somehow I found that quite fascinating.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”, she said in her seductive voice, as her sweet warm breath swept over my face.

Startled I looked up again into her shining eyes. Was she talking to me? I was overwhelmed by her sudden question that I wasn’t able to speak.

“What is it?”, she said playfully. “Don’t you think I haven’t notice how you’re looking at me? How you’re looking at my belly?”

Before I was able to give her an answer she continued:

“You want to be in there, too. I know it. Everyone here wants to be in my belly. But you”, she said in a sweet tone. “You want to be with me so badly. I can feel it.”

She knew it. I was somehow relieved that I hadn’t to tell her, because I certainly would have not managed to do it. But she seemed friendly. And she was talking to me. To me only. She hadn’t talked to anyone else. I was happy. So happy.

“Oh what a sweet smile”, she said giggling. “I like you, honey.”

I didn’t notice that I had began smiling, but it made me even happier to see that I have made her giggling.

“I have a special treatment for you, my dear. You will like it”, she said and her smile grew even wider then. “And me, too. Prepare for your journey, sweetheart.”

Yes, I would. I was ready for her. I was ready to be engulfed by her, consumed by her. To become hers. She opened her mouth then and moved me toward it, head first. As I was coming closer I could see strands of saliva stretching between her jaws and long white teeth. The thinner ones of them snapped as soon as her mouth had been opened widely. She rolled out her pink tongue and moved it to my face. With the tip of it she began exploring my face. Its touch tickled lightly and made goosebumps covering my whole body. Her tongue went further down, examining my neck, my shoulders, down to my arms and toward my belly. I shivered under those touches, as her sweet warm breath engulfed me. I could feel that she had wrapped her tongue around my body, letting her hand go off it. Wrapped by her pink soft tongue, she moved it back into her mouth. Slowly I was pulled toward her gaping maw, as she opened it even wider. I could see the inwards of her mouth, where her tongue lead to a deep black hole. This was the way. My way into her body. I was now inside her mouth, her breath here was even warmer and sweeter. Slowly she began closing her mouth. I heard a squishy and slimy sound and turned my face to it. Before the last of the sunlight was gone I could watch as the fleshy entrance to her throat opened. Then it was dark. Her tongue uncoiled and my body was free again. But not long and I began sliding. Sliding towards the hole I would soon enter. She moved her head back further, stretching her neck, preparing for swallowing me. I became faster. Coated all over in saliva I was ready to be gulped down. But then my head touched a soft and fleshy thing. The entrance to her throat. She had sealed it again. I knew she was playing with me, because I could hear her giggling. I used my hand to explore the entrance to her throat. It was warm and soft and the flesh there was rippling a bit. I must have tickling her, because she giggled even louder. And suddenly the entrance opened and I was sliding down. It almost felt like falling. But only a second after, I could feel a firm grip on my body. Then I heard a loud gulp and became dragged down. But not fast. Rather slowly I was massaged down the long and tight tube. I could hear Salazzle sighing.

“Take you time and slide down slowly”, she sighed. “It feels so good to have you in my neck and the bulge you leave there looks wonderful.”

I felt a light pressure on my body, then something seemed to stroke me. This must have been Salazzle, exploring the bulge in her neck. Besides her sighing I could hear other sounds as well. The sounds of her body. The loudest of these sounds was the rumbling and gurgling of her working stomach, which grew louder the closer I got to it. After some time I felt as the throat muscles became tighter. So tight, that it felt like I was stopping. I was about to arrive in her stomach, I knew. I was happy and sad at the same time. Happy, because I would be with her. In her belly. What made me sad was the fact, that there where fifty two other people in there. I imagined it would be crammed with all the other people. Finally my head was squeezed in a chamber. The rest of my body followed quickly. It was spacious and the soft stomach walls felt warm and cozy. But there was something which surprised me. There were no other people. I was alone. What had happened to them? She didn’t….Did she digest them? How could that be? Before she ate me her belly was full and round, heavily moving with all those squirming people. She wouldn’t have been able to digest all these people in such a short time, would she? I didn’t feel uncomfortable, however. If this was my fate, I accepted it. I could be with her alone. Just me and her.

“Mmmhhhh”, I could hear Salazzle saying. “You tasted so good. Squirm for me in there, honey. I want to feel you moving in my belly. Yes, that’s good. Mmmhhh. How do you like your little surprise?”

She certainly meant the fact that I was the only one in her stomach. I really liked it, while I was moving in her belly, stroking her soft and warm stomach walls.

“I’m happy”, I said to her.

I was curious about the people that had been in here before me and about the one that were still outside. Would she eat them now and fill her belly again? As if she knew what I was thinking she said:

“Don’t be afraid. I won’t eat any more people and the other ones are safe, because they all have never existed.”

That took me aback. They have never existed? How could that be? I saw them, I talked to them. I saw them got eaten. I was thinking about what Salazzle had said, I grew tired. Lulled by the sounds around me and warmth and softness of her stomach. Just before I fell asleep I hear saying something. It sounded as if her voice was now far in the distance. Yet I could hear her words.

“It’s a sweet dream, honey”, I heard her saying with a soft voice. “Now sleep.” The last words were only a faint whisper.

I opened my eyes. It was dark. No, there was some light. I looked to my left and could see the window of my bedroom. It was open and a light breeze of a mild summer night mussed my hair, while the full moon dived the room in a faint silvery light. I was lying in my bed. It really had been a dream then. A strange, but beautiful dream. I sighed and rose from my bed. My bare feet touched the wooden laminate and made soft and hardly audible slapping sounds, as I walked toward the window. I took a deep breath and inhaled the mild air. It was smelling of summer and moist green grass, covered by dew drops. I had to smile, because the night was beautiful. But what was more beautiful, was a Salazzle who was sitting in the grass in front of my window, looking up to me, smiling as well. Not a mocking smile. It was a warm and honest smile and I knew that my dream would become real. Soon.