Seasoned Zoroark for Supper(Bad End)

Just as Neku was preparing to take down the Darmanitan, he suddenly saw his world **** downward, felt the cold hard floor on his face, pain radiating from his back and a heavy weight on his back alongside a sound of glass breaking near him. He groaned in pain as he felt his daze leave him and he got his bearings.

Neku looks behind him and sees that the large cabinet was knocked down behind him and remembers the cabinet with herbs and spices on it. He places his paws on the floor and pushes against it, attempting to lift the cabinet off of him. The cabinet was surprisingly heavy and the impact made his body battered more than he had hoped.

Neku gritted his teeth, “Grrrhhh!” As he felt the cabinet started to shift towards his right side as he then leaned toward the right. He heard the light thumping sound of the cabinet hitting the ground and felt the weight being lifted off his back. Neku took a deep breath as he was about to get up, but then something just slammed onto his back hard.

The Zoroark felt the air being **** out of his body. He didn’t even have time to think about what just happened before he felt himself being grabbed by the fur of his back and being lifted up into the air.

Neku was still in a daze, his eyes fighting to regain their focus as he soon found himself face to face with the Darmanitan, with him being in his normal form.

“Wh-H-how…?” Neku weakly muttered.

“As you were struggling to lift that heavy cabinet off of you, healing myself was as simple as eating an oran berry.” The fire type stated, looking at the Zoroark triumphantly.

Neku tried to lift his arms up in an effort to continue fighting, but his limbs lacked the strength to continue. He keeps trying, but he can hardly wiggle in the Darmanitan’s grasp.

“Normally when we find someone causing trouble around here, we would just toss them outside to make sure they can’t pull any more problems…” he said to Neku, looking at him for a moment before saying, “But that would be a waste of herbs and spices.” He licked his lips as he finished his sentence.

The Zoroark was confused at what the fire type was talking about until he caught a whiff of something particular.

‘It smells like… seasoning?…’ Neku realized that as he took a look over his form to see that his body was coated with various seasonings and some kind of sauce. Neku reflexively started to brush his fur to get the spices off of him, only to feel the thick hand grasping the arm that belongs to it, pinning it to the side and doing the same with Neku’s other arm.

“Oh no, it would be a waste to not give you a taste test first.” It was then the Darmanitan licked his lips before he opened his mouth wide, giving the Zoroark full view of his gullet for a moment before thrusting his mouth forward, plunging the Zoroark head first into the wet fleshy tunnel!

Neku winces from the warm breath pelting his face as the Darmanitan’s tongue rose up and pressed itself into his face. The Zoroark winces from the wet muscle rubbing all over his head, getting saliva all over his head and face. Neku sputtered from the action in order to try to keep it from entering his mouth to breathe. As he did this, the fire type moved his head lower, getting Neku’s head deeper inside until the Darmanitan reached Neku’s shoulders.

The Zoroark tried to move around, trying to use his arms to push against the fire type, but the beating he received earlier was evident as his struggles did nothing to slow down his entry to the entrance of the Darmanitan’s throat.

The Darmanitan murmured as more of his tongue rubbed over the Zoroark.

“Not bad, though you could’ve done with less seasoning.” He murmured with his mouth full. “Well, no point letting this go to waste.” The Darmanitan stated, opening his mouth wider to stuff his shoulders into. Neku resorted to squirming, though it did as much as his earlier pushes as his chest and arms passed the fire type’s teeth. Neku growled feebly as he felt the throat surrounding his upper body and squeezing around him as he feels his lower body starting to pass the fire type’s jaws.

The Darmanitan gripped the Zoroark’s legs as he started to **** Neku down his gullet as fast as he possibly can. Soon his tail, legs and hind paws disappeared down the Darmanitan’s mouth, leaving nothing but a bulge that slides down the neck as it joins the rest of Neku’s body sealed within the stomach.

The inside is unbearably hot. If Neku didn’t know better, he would mistake it for a full pot set over a fire. he would begin thrashing about, doing anything he possibly could in a faint hope that he could upset the fire type to make him throw up. He received a hard smack as a result of his efforts, but he doesn’t feel the Darmanitan even shuddering other than the surroundings starting to squeeze around him. Neku starts to grit his teeth tightly as the belly starts to react, his body slowly feeling the acid starting to pool around his body.

All his struggling only makes the Darmanitan’s stomach squeeze tighter, as well as **** surrounding him, which blocks any more near future attempts. Neku whimpered in defeat as the liquid was nearing his head. He could barely register the pain of the stomach acids starting to burn his body as his consciousness starts to fade from exhaustion and lack of oxygen, his plan fading as fast as his fate.

“If only I could ask how you tasted, would it be four or five stars? Back on topic, you must avoid conflict with this one, otherwise you won’t have enough time to accomplish what needs to be done. Everything’s riding on you, don’t let them down.”

That’s how my story ends… I got overconfident on the Darmanitan becoming a psychic type that I didn’t consider that he would use the environment to his advantage. Pinned underneath the heavy cabinet, I couldn’t defend myself from my opponent’s heavy fist. It’s bad enough I’m ending up a meal to one of the church members, but with my failure, the number of victims may continue to grow for who knows how long!