Cooking with Scales: #1 Peter the Arcanine
The camera pans in on a kitchen like set. The Applause sign turns on as a Donphan pops up from behind the counter, standing on his hind legs. "Hello cooking fans!" He says loudly, almost trumpeting "Welcome to Cooking with Scales! I'm your host, Aaron Scales, and I'm here to show you the ins and outs of cooking with live prey!...Now, today I have a special treat for you guys. I'll be making simple stuffed roast, but I'll be roasting.....This sexy young Arcanine!" As he says this, be pulls the anthro out and puts him onto the counter. He's on his up knees with his arms bound behind his back, all tied up in thick, wet ropes, wearing nothing but some tight black shorts.
Said young Arcanine blinks against the harsh bright lights of the TV set, swaying a bit despite being on his knees, apparently coming to. His immediate reaction is to look around in confusion, as he discovers his arms bound behind him. Hadn't he just been discussing his role in an upcoming show in Chef Scales' office over a cup of coffee a moment ago? A coffee that, in hindsight, did taste kind of funny.
Oh crap. The athletic anthro begins to squirm. He cuts an impressive figure, with well-defined muscles not well concealed by fur, and they stand out even more as he wriggles in his bindings. It's clear that this wasn't exactly the role he thought he was signing up for. "Hey!" He looks across at Aaron, half angrily and half nervously. "Joke's over, all right? This isn't funny!" The fire type turns in the other direction, his ice blue eyes staring straight into one of the cameras, mortified that he's apparently half naked in front of a TV audience, and not quite understanding the situation he's in.
"What joke? This is exactly what you're here for." Aaron says, sliding a finger down the anthro's back "Young, fit male to help with cooking show. What could be more helpful than being the main course? This is national television, its dog-eat-dog...or elephant-eat-dog in your case." Aaron takes out a large metal roasting pan and puts the Arcanine into it, forcing him to bend over on his knees as he rips off the black shorts. "Now, after you get you prey good and bound, you'll want to get them to present for you. This will make the stuffing much easier." he says to the audience and cameras.
Aaron's revelation makes Peter slightly agitated. "Now wait just a- WHOA" He yelps as he's lifted into the pan and bent over forward, his firm rear sticking up into the air. The Donphan was a LOT stronger than he looked. From his position he can't look back at Aaron, or at the audience or cameras. The cold metal against his skin causes some of his fur to stand on end, and his ears perk up in alarm. Bent over like that, the string of expletives he'd planned to yell at the chef came out as a flubbed set of grunts. He's still struggling even though he's pinned down against the pan, and he does shift the pan around a bit on the counter, but not nearly as much as he thought he would be capable of.
"Ffffck." Growls the bound arcanine. Though there seems to be some defiance in his eyes, it's also quite clear he's not going anywhere any time soon.
"Now now, watch your language or I'll have to gag you." Aaron warns, but in a condescending sort of way. He then pulls out a large mixing bowl and places it on the counter behind Peter. "Alright, once you have your prey in position, get a clear shot at his tail hole and gently push the stuffing in." He says, smiling to the cameras. He takes a handful of the warm bread stuffing mix and slowly pushes it into the Arcanine's tailhole, holding up his tail with the other hand.
Peter's eyes widen and his growl dies in his throat as he feels that hand forcing the stuffing into him. Naturally, his initial reaction is to resist, his back muscles rippling as he starts to tense, but the intense pain brought about by attempting to squirm away forces him to reconsider. With a frustrated moan he forces himself to relax, pressing his cheek against the pan with his eyes squeezed shut.
"Uhnnnn..." As he feels his insides being stuffed with the bread mix a bulge begins to appear at the front of his shorts which at least are still almost at waist level. He can't believe he's in this situation, much less that he was the spectacle for a huge audience.
Aaron continues stuffing the Arcanine, packing it in tightly, before corking him with a carrot. "Now, after you stuff your prey, you'll need to baste him. I'll be using a nice onion and garlic suace with a bit of olive out to crispy him up nicely." Aaron says as he pulls a bowl of sause and a bottle of oil out.
He takes the bottle first, pouring the bottle out over Peter's back before rubbing the oil into his skin. "When you oil up your, you have to remember to slick back their fur, if thy have any, other wise it'll get all matted and gross." He says as he finishes giving the anthro a nice coating of the olive oil.
Aaron continues stuffing the Arcanine, packing it in tightly, before corking him with a carrot. "Now, after you stuff your prey, you'll need to baste him. I'll be using a nice onion and garlic suace with a bit of olive oil to crispy him up nicely." Aaron says as he pulls a bowl of sause and a bottle of oil out.
He takes the bottle first, pouring the bottle out over Peter's back before rubbing the oil into his skin. "When you oil up your prey, you have to remember to slick back their fur, if they have any, otherwise it'll get all matted and gross." He says as he finishes giving the anthro a nice coating of the olive oil.
The young anthro is a lot more subdued now, his jaw open and tongue hanging out with just a little drool leaking out onto the pan. When he feels oil being rubbed onto him he moans again, his eyes opening just slightly, pupils rotating upwards and losing focus. For a moment he simply remains there moaning as his shaft slides out from his sheath, mercifully shielded from the cameras by his leg.
Then he smells the onion and garlic and olive oil, reminding him of all the times he'd wandered into a working kitchen, and truly realizing that this time he's one of the ingredients. Once again he squirms, but much more weakly now. He turns his head towards the audience, as though seeking someone who'll help.
Aaron takes a brush from a drawer and dips it into the bowl of sauce. he gets a good amount into the bristles before brushing it over Peter's back. "Now we brush on a little sauce to give it some zing. Always remember to brush with the grain of the fur to keep it from matting. The same is true for feathers too." He says, brushing the thick sauce over the anthro's body.
Aaron notices Peter's erection, and smirks darkly as his brush wanders downward. Soon he's brushing the sauce over the canine's sac and member tauntingly
The Donphan's skill is apparent in his preparation of Peter; the Arcanine's fur is almost universally slicked back now, the sauces adding a light sheen to his striped orange back and arms. That sheen and the shape of his athletic body reflects the set lights in an interesting manner. Peter is still weakly squirming but it's little more than a pathetic wriggle by the time Aaron begins brushing his malehood. He inhales sharply and arches his back as far as his bonds will allow, his semi-erect shaft rapidly stretching to full mast as it's coated with the sauce.
Deep down, he's finding his situation very arousing. His moans give way to a whimper as his whole member is coated in the sauce, a little bit of pre adding itself to the mix of flavors. The helpless arcanine forgets his predicament for a moment and almost seems to be enjoying himself.
"There, all nice and coated." Aaron says, pulling the brush away as he smirks inwardly. he then takes a shiny red apple and stuffs it into Peter's mouth "Now some garnish like this apple in the mouth and a few sprinkles of seasoning along the back and he's ready for the oven." He says before walking over and clicking on the large Oven behind him.
The apple settles between the Arcanine's tongue and the roof of his mouth, preventing him from simply biting through it. Unable to breathe through his mouth, he breathes rapidly through his canine nose, the nostrils flaring with each inhale. Finally, the once-proud anthro lifts his head up, rocking a little on the spot. His broad chest and abdominal muscles can be seen, also coated with sauce, showing that Aaron's been very thorough with his preparation. Again he gazes imploringly at the audience, before turning to look in the direction of the chef. He whimpers softly and watches Aaron set the massive oven across from the counter. Fear grips him but now that he's lifted his head a bit, the viewers can clearly see he still has a stiff erection, some loose sauce oozing down that member. "Mmmmmrrrffhhhhhh..." is all he can manage to say about his impending fate.
"Hehe, alright, cutie, In you go" Aaron says, picking Peter up by the roasting pan he's kneeling on and sliding it into the large, rapidly heating oven. He closes the door and turns back to the audience. "Now, Arcanine are fire types, and they are very heat resistant, so you'll want to turn your oven up to about five or six hundred degrees. And let them cook for several minutes. Of course, this only applies to Fire types; most Pokémon should be cooked at a much lower temperature, especially ice types."
Keen observers would be able to see through the oven door that Peter has started to frantically look left and right for some sort of escape route, but there is none inside the oven. Only four walls, a floor and a roof, all of which are now exceeding even his high heat resistance. The trapped Arcanine is cautious not to raise his head too high, for fear of searing his head on the hot metal. He can barely breathe in the burning air, but his survival instinct forces him to keep doing so, and to continue struggling in futility against his bonds.
With his eyes squeezed shut he pleads for his life as he begins to roast, but he's completely inaudible inside the oven. At first it's sweat that starts to mingle with the sauce coating his body, but it's not long before he hears the first sizzles of the sauce and even some of his own juices hitting the bottom of the pan. despite the heat he can begin to smell roasting flesh and he whimpers, squirming even more violently.
"Now, as the prey roasts, you'll notice him plea and struggle. This is why you must bind them, even if they're willing. Their mouths and body may say yes but their brain will always say no, and they could hurt themselves if you're not careful." Aaron says to the crowd, filling time as the canine cooks. Small quiet fans kick on, wafting the smell of roasting meat throughout the room for the audience to enjoy.
Peter by this time is well and truly roasting. He's stopped pleading by now, and seems to just be moaning weakly inside the oven, his squirms and struggles subsiding as more of his muscles are turned to cooked meat. His juices continue to seep out of his skin, mingling with the sauce, a little of it splashing onto the pan. The Arcanine isn't even entirely aware of what's going on as in his mind, he's just getting weaker from the heat. He hasn't figured out that even though his brain is telling his body to struggle, his body is incabable of movement.
His body is now mostly cooked, his tough sinews softened by the heat and blood has stopped flowing in his limbs. Said limbs had no more functional use to the poor Arcanine, without a single muscle fiber left that could still move. Yet the anthro was still breathing, his heart still faintly beating.
"Mmmm, smells like he's just about done. As he cooks the moisture in his body will condensate into grease that will drip into the roasting pan to be poured away later. The heat will make his fur a darker color as its singed and his muscles will slowly become weak and tender, leaving him unable to struggle any longer." Aaron says filling up the rest of the time until the timer rings. "Oh good, he's done."
Aaron clicks off the oven, waiting a minute or two to let Peter's skin crisp up in the waning heat before pulling open the oven door. the studio is suddenly filled with the wonderful aroma of roasted arcanine, making even Aaron salivate in excitement. He pulls the barely alive anthro out of the oven and places him on the counter.
"Now, we remove the bindings, as they are no longer needed, and place the roast on a platter to serve. As you can see, I already have a platter set up full of boiled red potatoes and spring vegetables, but as we all know, they're really just for show." Aaron says as he cuts away the ropes holding Peter, picks him up out of the roasting pan and laying him onto the large white platter on the counter "And voila, a fully prepared prey, ready to be eaten."
Steam gently wafts up from Peter's body, as he lays still in the pan. His struggles have ceased, whether or not he's resigned himself to his fate. He remains in a very similar pose to what he appeared to be in the oven, his roasted body having set in the heat. Even his member remains erect, the blood and tissue having cooked inside it, ensuring that during the arcanine's last moments he appears aroused, even if he hasn't had a reason to be since he went into the oven.
Despite the roasting, and being barely alive, Peter is still conscious, although he's once again a bit disoriented and most of his nerves are dead. He's aware of what's happening to him, and what's about to happen. For a moment he loses sight of his peril, pictures what he must look like on the cameras, thinking about how much he himself likes roasts, and wishing he could still chuckle at the irony.
Aaron waits a moment after laying Peter onto the platter, letting the cameras and audience get a good look at the fully prepared arcanine. Once he figures they've all gotten a good enough look, He turns the platter so that the fire type's rump is facing towards him. "Doesn't he look lovely? Now that he's all done, there's only one thing left to do; the best part of cooking and dish...tasting!" Aaron says, egging on the crowd.
He leans down gives Peter's butt cheek a good lick. he was still hot, but Aaron didn't care. He smelled so good, and all that cooking had worked up Aaron's appetite. He pulled the platter towards him as he opened his mouth wide. Donphan normally have pretty wide mouths anyway, but the way Aaron's was stretching, he could easily fit the anthro's buttocks between his tusks. And once he was there, swallowing him whole would be fairly easy and thoroughly enjoyable.
The Arcanine can be seen to hold his breath as Aaron licks his rear. He knows that his time is almost up, but doesn't have any way to express his resignation. He can't even look back at the mouth that's about to consume him. Somehow he can still faintly smell things, and the main scent entering his nose is that of his own juices. He can't help but begin to wonder how he tastes.
He feels his buttocks slide into that huge open mouth, and in his tortured mind hopes that at least he'll end up being a delicious meal, if being eaten is what fate has in store for him.
"Mmmmmm!" Aaron murrs loudly, loud enough for audience to hear him. Aaron pushed Peter in further, taking his feet in as he worked is way up the thick meal. His tongue slithered and slurped around the anthro's rump, murring at the wonderful taste which just makes him want to swallow up more the more he tastes it.
He pushes a little more, leaning over the counter now as e begins to work the arcanine's bent legs into his stretched out jaws. His mouth dripping with saliva to coat the roasted dog as he is swallowed up.
Peter feels the Donphan's tongue moving around his rump, and starting to slide up between his legs, over his shaft and his belly, and he exhales in a weak approximation of a moan. Aaron can taste the mingling of his sauce and Peter's own flavors, as well as feel the ridges of Peter's cooked muscles sliding over his tongue.
The burly Arcanine is a big meal, but the Donphan manages to get his lips around him. Peter feels pressure as his body is forced into the smaller space at the back of Aaron's throat, and his breath shallows as his whole body is enveloped in the warm wetness of Aaron's mouth.
Aaron continued enjoying the arcanine, his tongue lapping over as much of him as he could. He took a big gulp and the rest of his legs are pulling into his mouth. He wraps his tongue around the anthro's still hard member, murring some, as his tail pushes into the Donphan's throat.
Aaron grips Peter by the shoulders and slowly begins to push him in. A smile curls his stretched lips as he runs his tongue over the dog's muscular abs and chest.
Unable to move, protest or speak, Peter resigns himself to being eaten and tries to concentrate on what sensations he can still feel. The Donphan's tongue laps over juicy Arcanine abs, a mildly salty flavor added itself to the mix coming from Peter's crispy skin. As his tail and rear start to go into Aaron's throat, he feels the increasing pressure forcing what little breath he can draw back out of his mouth. Everyone can hear a soft sigh as Peter's lungs begin to empty, and the Arcanine begins to feel lightheaded. Peter's jaw hangs open and his tongue starts to hang out as his arousal grows and his breath diminishes.
The audience seems awe struck as Aaron continues to swallow, his grip moving up to his head as he pushes him in. Aaron tilts his head back as the dog slides into his throat, his tongue slipping over his face, before he seals his lips over his fluffy yellow mane.
The large bulge in Aaron's neck and mouth could easily be seen the cameras as they continued to focus on him. Loud gulping sounds can be heard from Aaron as the Anthro-filled bulge moves down his neck and chest, eventually pushing into his stomach.
Peter's world grows dark, warm and wet as he's swallowed whole. The Arcanine is squeezed and forced down Aaron's throat without a hint of resistance, and when he reaches the Donphan's stomach he actually feels a hint of relief that his ordeal is almost over.
Sitting in Aaron's warm digestive fluids, as the fleshy walls of the chef's stomach work him over, Peter begins to feel a tingling sensation and waits for his body to fall apart, or for his breath to run out. Whichever comes first.
Aaron lets out a loud satisfied belch, making the audience applaud. Aaron's stomach acids are clear a goopy, and even though he can't hardly feel anything anyway, if he could he'd see that they don't burn as they digest him. But that really didn't matter to Aaron, as he still had a show to do.
"Thank you, thank you. Well, that's all the time we have for today. I'd like to thank Peter the Arcanine for his help today," He says, rubbing the curled up bulge in his stomach "As well as our sponsor, the Golden Chef Competition. Remember, there's still time to join up and become the next big thing in cooking vore." He stops for the audience to applaud and continues "Alright, folks, next week I'll have another special dish to make for you! But for now, good bye and stay hungry!" The audience applauds loudly as Aaron walks off stage and the credits roll.