stomach scales
This is a short story written for a friend.
Damien hopped from rock to rock. Youth, sprite and energy seemed to emanate from each movement. Lean and sleek furred, his hiking clothes seemed several sizes too big. He straightened his hat after a particularly fervent landing, taking the time to glance into the thickly woven undergrowth. Damien was first to admit that this isn't really what he had in mind when he left home; things had seem a little more romanticised in his head - leaving out the ruthless mosquitos, cold showers, endless amounts of mud, and a complete lack of dry. There was something more to it though... something he would never really admit to. "Prey's instinct is to be eaten." That's what his mother had told him. There was another bit about overcoming natural urges to reach new potential - but he always forgot that bit.
The undergrowth, still and silent, stirred slightly; unnaturally. Thousands of years ago, guided by untainted, unneutered instinct, Damien might have run; On this occasion, it escaped his notice, as did the sigh of satisfaction the undergrowth proceeded to emit.
The sound of scales across dead leaves. Menacing.
Damien stretched, exposing his toned stomach; the undergrowth tittered with delight.
The sound of heavy claws scraping rock. Imminent.
Damien looked to the sky for the moment, or the small sections he could see glancing through the canopy. He lowered his gaze through the trees, to the ground, the to trees and rocks. He froze.
Thick brown scales stretched over a well-fed frame. A mischievous, toothy smile. A tongue, flicking over non-existent lips. Eyes, narrow slits that pierce.
Damien was taken aback. The alligator towered over him and featured considerable bulk to the tune of several times his own mass. He gulped, but some instinct remained supressed. His gaze travelled downwards to the Gators lower body, to its distinct erection. Reptilian skin straining against an eleven-inch member, glistening with delight. His jaw dropped as he returned his gaze to the Gator's face. He blushed slightly as the Gator moved closer, brushing Damien's stomach with the enormous protrusion. He felt his own pants, despite being small, tighten considerably. The gator moved his head over Damien's, its hot breath on his face was bliss. He glanced into its formidable maw, stretching into darkness at the back of the beast's throat, covered in a thin layer of saliva.
Damien was overwhelmed, and felt pleasure radiating from his pelvis.
The gator grabbed Damien's shirt and tore it to shreds with a single claw. He blushed at the increased exposure. He looked down and saw a small wet patch beginning to form on his pants. He slipped his thumbs under the short's waistband and pulled them to the ground, kicking them out of the way and leaving him in his cotton underwear. He may as well not have been wearing them, his cock fought to free itself from the fabric trapping and its excited emissions had already rendered the material close to see through. He hastily removed them, feeling the weight of his erection flapping with his movements.
The gator grabbed him by the shoulder and forced him to the ground, poking the head of his cock firmly into Damien's soft butt. He could feel the Gator's claws digging into him, piercing his skin, willing him to submit - something he would do gladly.
Back at home, he hadn't experimented much with guys, or anyone really. His arse was tight and young, formed perfectly but never used. The gator prodded it with his claws, feeling the supple nature of the youthful flesh. He dragged his penis head around the rim of the young preys hole, leaving it slick with fluid.
Damien grasped his own cock firmly, using his other hand to spread his arse, inviting intrusion. The Gator smiled. It firmly pressed its huge cock onto the opening, which expanded just enough to accept the very tip of the Gator's penis. Damien moaned, stroking his cock as the Gator let out a jet of gas that wafted over him with the distinct scent of consumed prey. Suddenly, the gator let out a violent thrust that forced the Gator's cock halfway into Damien's hole - who groaned with a mixture of pain and delight.
The Gator continued to let out gas as its throbbing cock occupied more and more of Damien's insides. He felt his organs move and shift slightly around the significant mass of the Gator. Damien gasped for air, unable to escape the smell of rotting flesh, festering in the Gator's bowels. He moaned, realising he would soon be added to the gator's scent. The gator again forcefully shoved himself into its prey, using his claws to spread its legs as wide as possible to accommodate the outlandish penis. Damien chocked, as he felt the tip of the Gator's member graze the bottom of his chest region.
The gator began to thrust himself in and out of Damien's tight, rippling hole, letting out yet more gas in anticipation of consuming his prey. Damien felt his heart falter at the assault the Gator was facing him with. He increased the pace at which he stroked his cock - now slick with anticipation. The gator let out an enormous belch, dousing Damien in a fresh wave of captivatingly disgusting scents. His lungs struggled to expand, assaulted by the Gator's cock and a lack of fresh air.
The fresh wave of gas sent Damien over the edge and he gave out a cry as his cuck pulsated, dropping his pitiful load onto the ground. The gator smiled, retracting his cock from the stretched and raw arsehole. Damien slumped onto the ground rolling over so he could see the Gator's tremendous jaws. Dripping with saliva which pooled in the lower jaw and dropped from the teeth on long, vile-smelling strings that coated his previously well-kept fur.
The gator swept up Damien in its jaws, chewing lightly to move him to the back of his throat. He felt the razor edges of each tooth threatening to pierce his skin, like a thousand knives dragged threateningly across it. The light he could see began to diminish as he vanished further down the Gator's tight oesophagus. It rippled and pulsated, squeezing Damien, compressing his organs and threatening to crack his ribs. He slid down further, into the wet, slimy darkness.
Eventually he found himself pressed up against a tight sphincter. It separated slightly as the gators throat forced him down further, squeezing him through like a tight bind that threatens to never come undone.
he separated from the sphincter emerging in the Gator's seaming stomach. Damien's knees were up against his chest and he can feel himself pushing at the lining of the Gator's stomach.
The Gator smiled and looked down at his stomach, a slight bulge visible where Damien's head, knees and feet would be. He stroked his long member, letting out a fresh wave of gas as he anticipated digestion.
Damien sat, unable to smell, confined to the putrid smelling sac. He could not move, only squirm - and doing so seemed to send waves of pleasure rippling through the Gator's body. His cock was hard, he felt it press against the gator's stomach and throb with anticipation.
Slowly, he felt himself begin to simmer and melt. At first, he lost feeling with his legs and they liquified and drifted around him. His cock went next, liquifying as it flexed in the beginnings of another orgasm. It floated near him for a little while as it too dissolved. He felt the flesh drip off him, like wax, sloshing and combining with the frothing mixture he was immersed in. his arms melted away and he floated among them in the liquid mass. His stomach bubbled and boiled as it too liquified and sent sweet smelling gasses up the Gator's throat. His head floated with his face to the ceiling. He felt the gator's liquids lap up against the edges, sizzling and melting away his sensual flesh. The goo that made up Damien floated in the Gator's stomach for a while, churning, indifferently with the remains of other victims.
The gators cock let out a tremendous throb and thick ropes of swampish cum shot from the tip, bathing his stomach and the ground in the foul-smelling liquid.
He sits, now, in wait. Beware the sound of scales sliding along dead leaves.