Heaving a weary sigh, the large Goodra opened their eyes. Standing beside their hammock was their housemate, bearing a wide and all-too-suspicious smile. They give him a curious look, waiting to see where this goes.
"I just finished replanting everything in the garden...you know what that means, right?"
"...you can go grab us a glass of lemonade?"
"Well, not exactly...I've been working in the sun for hours! I'm hot and could use a break...someplace nice and cool..." As the Cherubi spoke, he rested a hand on their large belly. Jorun huffed, knowing exactly what Jericho was getting at.
“No.”
Jericho frowned, switching tactics and giving them a pleading look. “Oh, come on! Please? I earned a break! It’s so hot out here, I might wilt...you wouldn’t let your buddy wilt, would you?”
“I’m considering it.”
Jorun grumbled, but they weren’t truly mad. “You know why I don’t like to do this stuff...you can come rest on me, not in me.” They were well aware that pokemon like themselves had a...reputation, haphazardly gobbling others up and even inflicting harm. It wasn’t something they wanted to uphold, and they’d hate to hurt their housemate like that...but the strange thing was that he wanted to be eaten. He had no fear of it or them at all, and always asked...they recalled the first time they caved and swallowed him up. It made him pretty happy, and it felt nice to have that weight in them too...
“Come on, Jorun...I never ask for much! It HAS to be so cool and comfortable in there! Besides, I know you won’t hurt me. We’re friends, and I came out just fine last time!” The Goodra simply grunted in reply, looking away. Clearly they were still hesitant about it...Jericho’s hand didn’t pull away, now gently rubbing their friend’s big stomach. “I’ll let you know if you were hurting me, I promise. I’ll even throw in a free belly massage, how about it! I know you like those.”
Jorun didn’t reply, and after a moment Jericho let his hand fall. They were unwilling, and that’s alright. He’d rather not upset his friend after all-
Suddenly they moved, hauling the grass type up so they were now sitting on their stomach.
“...fine. But if I get the feeling anything’s wrong, you’re coming back up. No buts about it.” They opened their mouth wide, expecting him to crawl right inside. Jericho’s eyes lit up in delight, they were really letting him in this time! He wouldn’t waste the chance given, and didn’t hesitate to stick his hand in their slimy maw. Jorun avoided his gaze as he explored their mouth a bit, a slight flush rising to their normally cold face. They would never understand his fascination with their mouth and stomach, especially with how risky it was...but he had a point. They hadn’t hurt him before, and he didn’t seem hurt now. They wouldn’t admit it, but...Jericho tasted pretty sweet, too. It was nice.
The Cherubi was starting to actively stick himself into their maw, with them holding them steady as he fed themselves to them. They let their body do the work- once he was far enough into their throat they automatically started to swallow, one deep gulp was all it took to send him along. Their slimy body made the trip easy, peristalsis helped tug his body down their gullet and into their awaiting stomach.
Jorun sighed as their housemate curled up in their stomach; no matter how they felt about it getting a meal that big down felt good. Their shirt rode up as their stomach swelled, and they sat up in their hammock to anxiously study his barely-visible form through the slime. “You’re okay, right? No discomfort, or-”
They were cut off by the feeling of hands pressing into the stomach walls, gently kneading and massaging them.
“I’m doin’ just fine, relax! It’s so much more comfortable in here, just sit back and let me say thank you~”
Jorun sighed, laying back once again and resting a hand on top of their stomach. “Alright, you win...but you’re coming back out in an hour, got it?”
My second current DnD character since am running 2 games at once right now
He’s a mute bard who hits people in the face with his double bass cause he has way too much damn STR.
Since we made a game made exclusively of bards well I had to improvise one who deals a lot of damage so my players don’t get killed by lack of firepower (For once I am not a support NPC now that’s weird)
Some things have changed since I made this cause we hadn’t started playing yet, but it is still mostly accurate.
Sometimes I still reflect back on that first meeting with Jorun, and I wonder whether it had more of an impact upon me that I first realized. He was the first human I had met who, upon seeing me for what I was, reacted not with fear, but with confidence bordering on disdain. He was the first human I had met who had such an obvious impact upon the world as a…
"Video Cam" by Halifax hip-hop pioneers, Universal Soul.
I've never seen this footage before! I had the audio from the time I was thirteen on a tape called Haltown Meltdown, and it became such a part of the root of my local hip-hop emotions that I sampled and interpolated it into my song about growing up and experiencing the world good and bad and feeling it all slip away from you... the degradation of magnetic tape becoming a metaphor, as I think it was for Radiohead in "Videotape," which kind of also inspired my song.
They weren't rapping about the persistence of memory, though, they were rapping about evidence. They performed this routine not long after Rodney King was beaten, when it seems to me we all thought the video evidence was going to seal the case shut.
So even though I appropriated this song as an artifact from my childhood and used it in a different context from that in which it originated, watching it TODAY I am thinking of it in very literal terms.
Communities everywhere are poorly served, and unprotected.
