Party Wipe Chapter 02
Frosty only had a moment to process what had happened before himself, Pengo, and an unconscious warrior were enveloped in darkness, tumbling down a short vertical shaft. The cheetah's arms flailed in the air as he scrambled to grab for something, anything to halt the rapid descent. His fingers only found smooth stone, sliding uselessly over the surface as they fell. He continued to grab and scratch desperately at the walls to slow his fall, but nothing helped.
Seconds later the three adventurers came to an abrupt halt, their fall cushioned by a thick bed of straw that crackled noisily under them. The abruptness of it left Frosty breathless, sprawled out on his back in the golden stalks. Pengo groaned loudly, remaining motionless for several seconds as the room spun around him. It took several seconds for the thylacine to realize he wasn't dead. He attempted to push himself up, but a wave of dizziness prompted him to lay back once more.
"Everyone okay?" Pengo eventually called out.
"I think so," Frosty groaned, cautiously sitting up. "Don't believe anything's broken. Head is throbbing like a mother, though."
"Arren?"
There was no answer. Pengo called out to him once more, but once again there was silence. The house cat had landed close by, partially buried in the golden straw. With Frosty's assistance, he managed to roll the warrior onto his back. He quickly placed an ear to the cat's chest, breathing a sight of relief when he heard the faint thump of a heart beat beneath his heavy armor.
"He's alive still, but unconscious. Heaven only knows what the alchemist had in that dart. Help me get him out of this armor, we need to make sure he's okay."
Frosty nodded and propped Arren up, helping Pengo pull the cat out of his armor. It rattled noisily as they pulled the individual pieces off his body, depositing them in a pile close by. It was a painstaking process to remove the metal plates, but necessary to ensure he hadn't broken anything. When they had stripped the cat down to his chainmail, though, a soft growl distracted them from their task. It hadn't come from either of the three heroes.
"What was that?" Frosty asked quietly.
"It wasn't you?"
Frosty shook his head. He and Pengo glanced down at Arren simultaneously, who showed no signs of waking. Another growl made it clear that it hadn't come from the grey and white feline either. Pengo's thick tail flicked apprehensively as he gazed about the dimly, lit dungeon. A single torch flickered near the only door, casting ominous shadows as the flame danced. As Pengo scanned their surroundings for the source of the growling, his gaze fell upon a pile of bones that had been pushed into the corner. Curled up not far from the bone pile was the source of the growling. An enormous white creature was beginning to stir, roused from its slumber by the disturbance Frosty and Pengo had caused.
"Frosty, we need to leave. Now."
The cheetah's ears perked up at Pengo's urgent request. His mouth opened to question the ranger, but words failed him when he laid eyes on the awakening beast. It was a hulk of a canine, much larger than any dire wolf he'd seen in his lifetime. Easily the size of a draft horse, if not larger, the creature looked more than capable of dealing with unwanted instrusions. A pair of fuzzy tentacles protruded from behind its shoulderblades, pressed close to the beast's back. The white canine was currently sprawled out on its side, limbs scratching lightly at the stone floor as it stirred.
"Find us a way out of here, Pengo. I'll try to wake Arren," Frosty whispered. He glanced to the white creature once more, which thankfully had gone quiet again.
Pengo nodded without a word and crept silently toward the heavy iron door. He gently pulled the door, but as expected it was locked tight. Fortunately, there was enough space near the lock for him to wiggle his paws through. Glancing over his shoulder to ensure that the beast was still asleep, he cautiously tucked a paw into his pack in search of a lock pick. His fingers brushed over a coin purse in the process, causing the contents to jingle quietly. The hair on Pengo's neck rose up as he heard a soft growl behind him, but thankfully the beast didn't awaken.
As Pengo fished out a lock pick and began to tinker with the lock, Frosty rummaged through Arren's bags looking for something that could be useful to him. The warrior had a number of bandages, dressings, and other miscellaneous trinkets in his pouches. Frosty cursed softly under his breath as he continued to dig, finding nothing of value that would aid the fallen warrior.
On the other side of the dungeon, Pengo wasn't having much better luck. The lock was a stubborn one, compounded by the fact that he didn't have a lot of experience picking them. The pick rattled quietly as he probed about, growling in frustration when he felt it slip. He glanced over his shoulder anxiously, then stabbed the tool into the lock once more. It felt like an impossible task, but Pengo kept at it.
Twisting the pick, Pengo's ears perked when he felt it catch. He paused immediately, blinking in surprise. His hand trembled nervously as he cautiously twisted the pick, gritting his teeth and holding his breath when a dull metallic scrape rang from the old lock as it began to open. Before the lock was fully released, however, the pick snagged and bent. Pengo whimpered and jiggled it in the lock to dislodge the tool, sacrificing stealth in a moment of panic. He was so focused on his task now that he didn't realize he was in danger until it was too late.
"Ohhhhh shit," came Frosty's voice from across the room.
An ominous growl immediately behind him made Pengo's blood run cold. His paw quickly reached for his revolver, but before his fingers could even curl around the handle an enormous paw slapped him to the floor. Knocked roughly onto the cold stone, Pengo wheezed as the breath was knocked from his lungs. He quickly scrambled to push himself up, rolling onto his back to face his attacker. Just as Pengo gazed up at the enormous fox-like canine, the creature's paw stepped down firmly on him, pinning him to the floor.
Intensely-glowing blue eyes glared down at Pengo, the dog's muzzle drawn back in a snarl. Pengo struggled to dislodge himself from the canine paw, pushing frantically against it with little effect. The dog's bushy white tail lashed quickly back and forth as its head lowered, drool dripping from enormous jaws. Glowing blue claws curled against Pengo's body, digging into his leather armor and threatening to tear it open.
A bright flash suddenly illuminated the dungeon in blinding light, accompanied by a thunder crack that reverberated through the stone walls. "GET AWAY FROM HIM!"
The feline mage narrowed his eyes, his staff outstretched. The enormous canine gave a menacing growl as it glanced away from its quarry, seemingly unharmed by the mage's lightning bolt. It growled in Frosty's direction as a pair of fuzzy white tendrils rose up from the dog's back, having been pressed flat against the beast's white fur. Frosty ducked quickly when one of the long tendrils whipped out at him, narrowly missing his head. The other, however, connected with the cheetah's waist with surprising force.
Frosty was thrown sideways from the strike, sending his staff flying and slamming him into a nearby wall. He slumped to the floor in a heap, his body throbbing from the impact with the hard stone. Several seconds passed before Frosty attempted to push himself up from the floor, wobbling as an intense wave of dizziness washed over him. The room spun violently, blurring out to blackness as the massive canine returned to its original target.
With Frosty and Arren both out cold, Pengo was left to his own devices. Still trapped beneath the enormous paw, however, he wasn't left with many options. As the dog's head leaned toward him, Pengo did the only thing he could think of. Tipping his head forward, he wrapped his jaws around a fuzzy digit and bit down firmly.
A piercing yelp caused Pengo to wince, the sharp cry rattling his eardrums. The dog jumped back momentarily to nurse its paw, giving Pengo enough time to scramble away and draw up his revolver. Before he could reach for the trigger, however, the enormous dog was on him again. Enormous jaws lunged at the ranger, snapping over Pengo's head and chest before he could react. The canine teeth sank dangerously into Pengo's armor, preventing the thylacine from tugging back.
With the dog's jaws clamped over his shoulders, Pengo's arms were helplessly pinned at his sides. He attempted to blindly point his revolver in the dog's direction by flexing his elbow, but an abrupt snap of the dog's head shook his weapon loose. The dog growled around Pengo as it shook him roughly, leaving the ranger dizzy and disoriented. He weakly pushed at the dog's jaws in an attempt to dislodge himself, but the canine's grip was secure.
Another sudden lunge thrust Pengo deeper into the drooling maw, halting briefly when he felt his face press against a slick, fleshy barrier. Pengo fearfully held his breath, struggling weakly as he prayed that the dog would release him. Moments later he felt that slimy flesh spread around his face, accompanied by a wet gulp. Pengo desperately struggled, trying to find anything to hinder the dog as his entire head was dragged into the slick throat. With its jaws clamped firmly around his waist, however, he wasn't have much success.
Growling around the struggling ranger, the dog gave Pengo another violent shake to daze him before swallowing again. The white canine's throat bulged as Pengo's shoulders slid into the slick passage, twitching visibly as he squirmed. The thylacine's tapered tail lashed anxiously back and forth, his feet scrambling against the stone floor. With nothing to anchor himself, he was entirely at the dog's mercy. He continued to squirm and struggle as the slimy walls squeezed tightly around him, claiming several inches of his body with each hungry swallow.
Hunched over the ranger, there was little to hinder the dog's meal. Another heavy gulp dragged Pengo's chest into the dog's throat, leather armor sticking wetly to his body. When the dog's jaws reached Pengo's waist, he was roughly jerked off the ground. His feet scrambled in the air as his weight shifted, abruptly sliding deeper into the dog's gullet. His hips disappeared smoothly into the beast's jaws, leaving only his waving tail and limbs dangling outside.
The distinct bulge of Pengo's torso disappeared briefly beneath the dog's deep ribcage, only to emerge once again in the canine's midsection. An intense, sour stench greeted Pengo's nose as his head slid into the dog's gut, the hot air stinging his nostrils when he breathed. The heat of the dog's throat around him was uncomfortable at best. The interior of its gut, however, was nearly unbearable. The sweltering chamber gurgled ominously at him as he was welcomed face-first into the slimy interior.
Snapping its head forward with each successive gulp, the hungry beast made quick work of Pengo's legs. A long, blue tongue curled around his feet, dragging them back into the dog's jaws. Pengo whimpered as he was cramped uncomfortably into the slippery gut, pushing his paws against the slimy walls once his arms were freed. He whimpered anxiously as the dog's throat continued to knead over him, claiming his feet with another audible gulp.
A smooth wave of motion carried Pengo's legs into the dog's belly, his feet popping free of the slick tube. He groped about blindly in the sweltering heat as the slimy walls squeezed in against him, making the dog's stomach twitch and shift as he struggled. Pengo's surroundings gurgled ominously as he pushed futilely against the fleshy barrier, feeling his paws tingling from the contact. It was quickly becoming difficult to breathe, the air growing thick as he began panting from the heat.
A blue tongue flicked over the dogs lips as it licked its chops, whisking away stray drool and swallowing lightly to ensure that the struggling captive stayed put. Momentarily distracted by the thylacine's weakening resolve, the canine didn't take notice to the soft rustling of straw behind it. One of the two unconscious felines was coming around, limbs scratching against the floor as the grey and white warrior began to awaken.
Arren's eyes eventually cracked open, his vision blurry and unfocused. He groaned softly and attempted to push himself up, but found himself lacking the strength. His arms refused to acknowledge his desire to move. His chain shirt jingled audibly as he sprawled out on the floor once again, taking a deep breath to clear his swimming head. He gazed up at a featureless grey ceiling as his vision gradually cleared, trying to gather himself.
As he stared at the ceiling, an enormous white blur appeared in Arren's view. His eyes squinted as he strained to focus on the creature looming over him, arm lazily reaching up to touch it. "F-Frosty?" he asked somewhat drunkenly.
A soft growl suggested otherwise. Before Arren could properly process that this was not Frosty, he felt a hot muzzle snap over his forearms and clamp down. A soft, surprised chirrup echoed through the dungeon as the tuxedo cat was roughly pulled up, followed by another lunge that claimed the rest of his arms. Arren's tail thumped against the ground as he made a feeble effort to pull his arms free, but the lingering effect of the powerful sedative left him groggy and sluggish.
Hot breath blasted Arren in the face, his muzzle inches from the dog's jaws now. He tried again to pull himself back, but an enormous white paw pushed against his back and shoveled him headfirst into the drooling maw. The cat's head slid over the dog's glowing tongue, which lapped eagerly over his face and chin to sample the lightly-armored housecat. When the dog's head snapped downward again, Arren felt his arms squeeze into a tight, slippery passage which immediately clamped down and tugged sharply at him.
Hunched over the small feline, the dog's bushy tail flicked quickly back and forth as an audible gulp filled the room. Arren quickly disappeared up to his waist in the dog's jaws, his chin gliding over the back of the beast's tongue into the dark abyss. Arren drunkenly squirmed as a wet tongue slurped over his belly, sneaking beneath his chainmail shirt to lap at his soft fur. He tried weakly to pull back, but with his arms stretched out ahead of him in the dog's throat, there was little Arren could do to avoid the inevitable.
When the white canine gulped again, slippery, hot flesh kneaded and squeezed around the housecat's face and shoulders. The sensation felt surprisingly pleasant in his semi-drunken state, eliciting a soft croon from the trapped feline. It was an unusual response, given his current situation. With each successive gulp, however, the groggy feline grew increasingly complacent.
As the dog's throat squeezed the cat deeper, Arren began to purr quietly. His grey tail flicked back and forth rhythmically as his legs dangled from the beast's jaws. The cat's paws scratched lazily against the floor, pushing himself deeper now rather than tugging back. Eventually the dog tossed its head back, flinging Arren's legs into the air. Feline paws scrambled for a moment as Arren searched for solid footing, his hips swiftly disappearing into the dog's throat in the process.
Gliding smoothly toward the dog's middle, there was little to hinder the cat's descent into the steamy depths. His fingers groped about blindly, feeling along the slimy walls as they tugged and squeezed over his torso. All at once, however, the housecat's paws met something much more solid. There was a moment of resistance until his paws slid to either side of the large object.
Arren was greeted with a muted groan as his head squeezed into the dog's belly with a wet squelch. Pengo lethargically acknowledged the housecat's entrance, shifting weakly as the large fighter was pushed against him. The thylacine's feet groped at Arren's face, resisting the cat's entry for a few moments. Arren shivered when he realized what was happening, a faint blush creeping over his cheeks. He nuzzled against the thylacine's warm paws, letting them glide over his muzzle. A determined swallowed forced him deeper, however, causing Pengo's feet to slide to either side of the cat's face.
Somewhat disappointed, Arren grumbled to himself as another swallow pushed him up against Pengo's torso. Squirming about to find a comfortable position, he managed to loop his arms around the ranger's waist. His knees dipped into the dog's throat, leaving only his feet and the tip of his tail in the beast's jaws. The blue canine tongue curled around his toes, treating the cat to a few wet licks before his feet were swept down into the slimy tube by a deep gulp.
Licking its lips, the white dog growled with satisfaction as Arren pushed the rest of the way into its sagging gut. The two heroes clung to one another, cramped together in the confined space as the walls squeezed against them. Purring in the intense heat, Arren hugged Pengo close as he let out a groggy yawn. Still feeling doped up, the desire to sleep was strong. Arren rested his muzzle between Pengo's ears as he let out another yawn, allowing the lingering effects of the alchemist's drug lull him back to sleep as the ranger began to nod off. Given their surroundings, it was unlikely that either of them would wake back up.
While the white canine stretched victoriously and licked its chops, the other feline began to stir. Frosty was finally returning to consciousness, knocked out cold while his two companions were dispatched. A muted groan escaped the cheetah's lips when his eyes finally opened, his head throbbing. His vision was blurry and unfocused, making it difficult to see much more than vague shapes. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, resting a paw on his forehead to soothe the pounding sensation.
When the throbbing began to subside a bit, he opened his eyes once more and scanned his surroundings. Pengo and Arren were nowhere to be found. Had they managed to find a way out while he was unconscious? The enormous white canine that had knocked him out was sprawled out on its belly, chewing noisily on a huge bone.
A soft jingling grabbed Frosty's attention, followed immediately by an excited yip that caused him to nearly jump out of his fur. The cheetah abruptly sat up, looking in the direction of the disturbance. He regretted it immediately, a wave of nausea coming over him from the sudden shift. A slow, deep breath helped settle Frosty's stomach, propping himself against the cool stone wall in a seated position.
Despite the blurriness that persisted, Frosty peered toward the cell door at the other end of the chamber. The enormous white creature was excitedly dancing back and forth in front of the door, claws scratching noisily over the smooth floor. Someone was at the door, fumbling with what sounded like a ring of keys. Was someone coming to rescue him?
There was a soft chuckle from the other side of the door, followed by a shriek of metal as Pengo's forgotten lockpick was extracted from the lock. "So close," a familiar voice teased. "But not quick enough on the pick, I'd say."
"Fuck," Frosty muttered to himself. So much for rescuing.
Another jingle of keys filled the dungeon, followed by a dull click. The rusty metal door swing open, allowing the white raccoon to slip through. He immediately closed the door behind himself, ringed tail flicking as he surveyed the scene. The enormous white dog was on him immediately, tail wagging furiously back and forth as it placed wet, messy licks on the raccoon's muzzle and face. James promptly shielded himself from the "attack", getting his paws wet in the process.
After several seconds of this, James felt he'd had enough. He sharply snapped his fingers and pointed toward the floor. "Down boy."
The enormous creature relented immediately, sitting back on its haunches. The bushy white tail continued to noisily sweep across the dungeon floor, whipping side to side in a blur. The dog's stomach sagged against the floor in this seated position, swollen from the weight of the two nearly-unconscious adventurers. James took a moment to admire the dog's belly before he met eyes with the white cheetah, who scowled as the familiar raccoon finally came into focus. Grinning smugly, James hobbled closer to the cornered feline. One paw remained in his pocket while the other clutched his wood cane.
"End o' the road, cat," he sneered, his fingers curling around a small object in his pocket.
"There will be others," Frosty growled. "You won't get away with this."
"Perhaps, but you've been the single biggest pain in my arse as long as I c'n remember. That's about to be rectified."
Before Frosty could challenge that statement, the raccoon's hand flashed out of his pocket and something small sailed through the air. Frosty jumped as he felt a sharp pinch in his neck. He reached up immediately and brushed his fingers through his fur, flicking away a small dart. The contents had already been delivered, however. He could feel an intense tingling sensation spreading through his veins, a potent dose of something delivered directly into his bloodstream.
James strolled casually toward Frosty as the white cheetah began to shrink right out of his flowing wizard's robe, all but disappearing under the heavy cloak. The robe bunched up on the floor as the spotted white feline continued to dwindle in size. Within a matter of seconds there was little more than a small, struggling bulge in the robe's hood.
Smirking, James poked at the small mass with his cane. There was a muffled chirp and an abrupt push back, albeit a tiny one. James jabbed lightly at the tiny cheetah, then swept the hood back to expose the small, naked feline. Frosty dove down as James reached out to pluck him from his robe, using the heavy fabric as a burrow. The raccoon wasn't far behind, however. Rummaging through the robe as Frosty pushed the heavy fabric aside to get deeper, James managed to snatch the tiny feline by his spotted tail.
Frosty scrambled to grab at his robes, digging his claws into the silk material. The threads slipped away as James lifted him, Frosty's tiny black claws doing little to aid him. A panicked whimper escaped the cheetah's throat as he made a last desperate grab at his enormous hood as it slid past. Within moments it was well out of reach, however. He could only watch helplessly as he was lifted into the air until he was at eye level with the silver-masked raccoon.
"End o' the road fer you, kitty," James chuckled, giving the cheetah a sinister sneer. James lifted Frosty above himself as he tipped his head back. Dark lips parted, the raccoon's jaws gaping open to reveal glistening black flesh to the helpless cheetah. An ebony tongue curled over James's lower lip, stretching out to give the cheetah an unobstructed view to the back of his throat. Every inch of flesh in the raccoon's maw and throat was stained black, giving it a rather sinister appearance.
Before Frosty knew it, the grip on his tail relaxed and he was tumbling headfirst into the raccoon's jaws. He scrambled to find something to grab to halt his abrupt descent, but his paws only slid uselessly across smooth, slimy flesh. He didn't stop until his face bumped into the back of the raccoon's black throat, the hot flesh quivering with anticipation. Surprisingly, though, the raccoon didn't immediately swallow. Frosty whimpered and squirmed about, trying desperately to push himself back. This only succeeded in wedging his hands into James's throat, further complicating his situation.
The raccoon's slimy tongue lapped over the cheetah's body for a moment, forcing back the urge to swallow as the cat's paws groped about wildly in his throat. The tickling sensation caused his muscles to clench up involuntarily, squeezing around Frosty's hands. James continued to suckle and slurp at the tiny cheetah as long as he could manage, matting down his fur. Eventually, though, the urge to gulp down the feline proved to be too great.
An ominous ripple pinned Frosty's paws together as the raccoon's tongue arched against him. He felt his surroundings shifting as James tipped his head back farther and swallowed deeply, pulling the struggling morsel properly into his throat. The cheetah's feet scratched harmlessly against his tongue as Frosty fought for his life, but with another gulp the tiny feline was gone. James crooned softly as he felt the squirming bulge passing through his throat, following the progress downward with a paw. Another gulp was all he needed to squeeze the cheetah the rest of the way down, depositing the cat into an empty stomach.
A heavy, satisfied sigh escaped the raccoon as he rested a paw on his belly. He could feel the trapped feline struggling in the hostile surroundings, searching desperately for escape. For Frosty, however, there would be none. James smirked to himself as he lightly pat his stomach, taunting his captive snack. His ringed tail was nearly wagging with elation that he had managed to relieve himself of the bothersome adventurers.
"Speaking of," the raccoon muttered to himself. James returned his attention to his loyal pet, who had since sprawled out on the stone floor. With the white beast rolled onto its side, the dog's bloated stomach was on full display. It was gurgling noisily as the dog lazed, its eyes still locked on James. The enormous white tail began to thump against the floor when James approached, resting a paw on the dog's gut.
James carefully helped himself to the floor, kneading his pet's belly as it churned. He laid himself up against the enormous dog, resting his cheek against the fuzzy round gut. With his ear pressed into the soft fluff, he could clearly hear the gurgling and bubbling as the two late adventurers digested. The dog adjusted itself, partially curling around its master as James listened intently. His lips curled in a cruel smirk as he continued to knead his pet's stomach, his own gut starting to settle down as the small feline inside gave in to a similar fate.
"With dad at my side, nobody will be able to stop me," James chuckled to himself, patting the enormous canine belly he was propped up against. He let himself slide down a few inches, burying his cheek into the soft fur a bit deeper. "For now, though, I think we've earned a nice nap..."