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The Belching Bout of the Gods
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After Xerneas exhausted himself by belching for the white fox Asako to cheer him up, his friend the serpent wrapped coiled around him and used the taut knots of his coils to carry him to the sacred lake, where he was to rest and replenish his strength.
It so happened that, when the stag belched mightily enough to shake the fabric of reality itself, there was a consequence: The tremors ripped open a gape in the cloth of space-time itself. And through the gape, the anthropomorphic Absol named Infinity came, and entered the forest of the reality of Asako and his friends. Infinity wasn’t the consequence herself, but little did the female god know that a vengeful male god had been following her movements. Now that he had caught glimpse of Asako her mate, the vengeful god would soon make his own move.
For eons, Infinity had been deprived of the sight of her mate Asako: She had been time-travelling, dimension-hopping and fulfilling her divine duties. So, when she met Asako again, she and the white fox embraced each other tightly, afraid to let go, and wept joyfully in each other’s arms.
Their eyes locked, which twanged their heart-strings; and they leaned closer to nuzzle each other, to lock lips and imbibe themselves in the warmth and slick oral flesh of one another. Passing through each other’s lips, their long tongues twisted and teased the other with tug-o’-wars and patty-cakes, before they ventured deeper into the digestive system of the other, stretching and bulging the throat of the other with massages from their taste-budded appendages.
For greater length, their intimate reuniting celebration may have continued; but then, a snigger echoed through the woods, and all things, flora and fauna, seemed to fall under a shadow; and an evil force jerked Asako out of her gullet, away from her and into the air, clouding his body with dark-magenta mists which nipped away at his physical form. Without interference, the mists would dissolve his body in its entirety and remove Asako from history, so that Infinity had no recollection of her lover whatsoever.
How horribly was her old mate suddenly snatched from her, so soon after they saw each other again! Infinity did not give into the negative emotions her opponent dared to curse her with, though; the Absol yawned her maw, and belched out a triad of lightning bolts.
The electrical forks hissed, like the tongues of snakes, and lashed at the dark-magenta mists, but the mists swallowed them up, and belched up smokes of crackling black lightning. So then Infinity breathed a stream of fire, and then a smog of frost. But the dark magenta mists devoured each element, and their fox-effacing grip on Asako showed no sign of loosening.
So Infinity inhaled, and even when her belly of alabaster fur peaked in roundness and size, she seemed to suck in an endless amount of air, so that when she unleashed a belch to purge the dark-magenta mists, the forest seemed to ripple like clothes on a clothing-line caught in a hurricane. Her roar of belch sounded as deep as a sloth moved slow. The very roots of the trees got abrasions from the underground thrum, and the crust of the earth cracked and split as though they were Mother Earth’s dehydrated lips.
“BUUUURRRRWWWHHHLLLLWWWWPP!”
The belch lasted seconds, minutes. Every minute the belch softened and wavered, but it would always be rekindled by Infinity, who saw her mate still held captive by the corrosive space-time snag. For a moment, the dark-magenta mists peeled away from Asako, as though she could truly undo their physics with her practised burping. But then, the need to draw in oxygen pressed the goddess, and she gagged; and the mists resumed nibbling away at Asako, so that the poor fox’s paws, wrists and ankles dissolved into the smog.
From an unseen dimension, a laugh resounded through the woodlands, the laugh of the vengeful god, Dolor. “What futile attempts you make to break my spell on Asako won’t work,” he said.
Between the boles of some high-standing redwoods, the air simmered. Then, out of the air popped a vantablack bubble: a hole in time so black, no light could render its dimensions if it had any, so it appeared two-dimensional. Out of this bubble stepped a gooey taur. He stood nearly ten times as tall as Infinity. His goo simulated a black backside, a marshmallow-white underbelly, and ears and soles and hair given magenta colouring; and the hair also had neon locks. Behind him writhed twelve mawed tails. He stepped before Infinity, and sneered.
“Infinity, you dare challenge me with a belch I can hear?”
“It was not a challenge,” Infinity protested. “I only wish to save my mate Asako, who you threaten to wipe from existence.”
“And you can do nothing to save him, because I am the superior god,” said Dolor. “Which is why you should never have boasted to be the greatest belcher of all the gods in the halls of your mother. I always catch wind of such a gloat, Infinity, and the offender always pays the price.”
“Can’t I at least be given a chance to save him?”
“Of course. It wouldn’t be fun at all if you left here without knowing how much more superior I am than you, belching-wise. So the two of us shall have a competition, Infinity. Hypothetically, if you won, I would free Asako. But when I win (and that’s when, not if), he will be a goner.”
The Absol Infinity reluctantly agreed to the terms, so Dolor transported them to a universe that seemed to be a perfect copy of the one they had been in before, so that it seemed like the forest had not changed around them at all, except that Asako was no longer there. The point of the transportation was to cause no harm to any living beings, for there were no living beings in this universe, save the two gods, and their belches would be dealing out a great deal of mayhem.
Although the taur god Dolor stood almost ten times taller than her, Infinity did not fear; she forced herself to be confident for her mate Asako, and took in a breath for the first belch of the competition. When she did, all of the oxygen of the woodlands and the regions of a fourth of the entire planet fled its sundry locations and stuffed her belly. The stomach expanded to be the size of a beach ball, but in comparison with how much she inhaled, that size was microscopic. The ground around her started to be sundered just from the might of the gurgles of her gut, but Dolor did not flinch; one of his tail maws even yawned, as though bored.
“BRRRRUUUUUEEEEERRRRHHHP!”
The belch was so immense, the force of it made the god Dolor stumble and his mawed tails flap in the breeze. Not just the forest, but the sky was also filled with echoes large enough to pose as the cacophonies of hurricanes. The longest-lasting sibilant sounds of the burp even reached into the thermosphere of the planet, and the belch resounded for a full half-hour. For a god, though, long time spans aren’t seemingly so long, especially for gods who engage in belch competitions often and are used to such lengths. So as impatient as Dolor could sometimes be, he did not get bored or anxious: He just listened attentively the full time, keeping a smug look on his face, for he knew that he could belch with much much more passion and strength.
A single tail maw of the god began inhaling air from the atmosphere, vacuuming up all the oxygen that remained upon the planet. The tail maw gulped and gulped with a sinister grin, and its belly swelled so large, it looked like a plump giant egg of black, and trembled as though ready to hatch any second. The bottom of the belly beached on the ground, then the tail turned to Infinity and released its auditory ire:
“BURREEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAARRRRWWWHHOOOORRRPPP!”
Infinity could not even stand through the entirety of the belch. Although the trees of this universe were much much stronger to withstand the belches of gods, the bark splintered and the trees trembled alongside her as the quakes of the earth peeled her from the ground, and she went flying and was pinned against the bole of a redwood. That belch kept going and going and going, roaming into two minutes then three then four … Yet, it only seemed to gain power as it drew on, and indeed it was: The cheeks of the tail maw only puffed up larger, and its stomach swelled gravidly with gas, for the god Dolor had absorbed a dragon named Sini whose poison stomach could generate copious amounts of gases; and the length of the belch allowed gas to be produced faster than the god could rid himself of it. Thus terrible toxic miasmas rolled through the woods, roaring, bellowing their divine caterwaul; and by the time half-time had come, Infinity was gagging and sweating from the intense humidity of meat and acid and rotten pluot odors in the atmosphere.
A full hour passed, yet Dolor’s tail still belched and belched; and the rudeness, the disgustingness, the raunchiness only evolved with every passing minute as toxic smogs proliferated the tail’s stomach. And as if the thunder of the mere tail was not enough, Dolor himself took a slight inhale: And that mere breath generated more toxic gas in his taur belly than his tail belly had produced in 60 minutes. Infinity gasped, deeply horrified by the sight of the ginormous oval of gas between his legs and at his disposal. She could not even draw breath to forfeit, for Dolor had gulped all the oxygen of the world down.
But Dolor saw her terror, and had enough mercy to stop belching from his tail.
“Are you ready to surrender?” asked the god rhetorically.
With the end of the belch, Infinity slumped against the roots of the tree on the ground, knowing that she could not possibly compete with the taur god’s belching skills. But she had not resigned to letting down her mate Asako, so she thought and thought. She thought about the vain nature of the taur god, then replied:
“Dolor, your belching skills far surpass mine.” Standing, she tread toward the god, and continued: “In fact, I bet that if I kissed you, and you belched into me, I wouldn’t be able to tell you to stop.”
Dolor raised a brow. Just then, she flung her infinitely long tongue at the ground, and vaulted off of it to jump to Dolor’s head. Then, clasping the sides of his muzzle, she kissed him and pushed her tongue through his lips and started to indulge the minty green flesh of his throat with its dextrous caress.
The taur was astonished by the boldness of the lesser god, but he loved the compliment and especially loved the sensation of her pink appendage extending, serpentining and kneading all down his gullet. He began to burp again, and she continued the glide of her tongue until it reached the great cavern of his poison-swollen stomach, rubbing along all the untended walls of flesh. That helped goad out fluctuations of the belch, which steadily swelled her stomach: In turn for her internal massage, he was internally kneading her with his own gigantic, godly burp!
Her tongue sprung so deeply into him, it rubbed his intestines and even his prostate. The god moaned as he belched, causing a deep fluttering of flesh on the surface of her belly. The belly soon expanded to be as large as his tail belly, but he held her back so that she wouldn’t be blown away.
The belch lasted hours, days, weeks. Suns and moons passed, and indeed, Infinity had no ability to tell the god to stop. At length, Dolor realized the time that had transpired and broke the kiss, the god panting hard and happily.
“If this was some trick of yours, it worked,” said Dolor. “If anything can repay me for that grievous insult, perhaps that kiss is the closest thing … But not quite.”
At those words Infinity paled. Had she failed her mate Asako?
“I leave you now, and I leave you with your mate Asako, the fox fully reformed, with one condition: You and I will kiss again, and it will be even more pleasant and long than our last kiss.”
To this Infinity agreed, so the god Dolor smirked, ripped a fissure in reality and leaped through it, disappearing along with it. Then, in a blink of time, she was again with Asako her mate, and he was whole and happy as ever to see her! She wondered what he would think about her making out with a god for the sake of saving him. She chuckled, deciding that that would be a story to tell for another day. For now, they would enjoy their reunion, free of drama from vengeful gods.
JN1306Art by
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Artic1010The Belching Bout of the GodsAfter Xerneas exhausted himself by belching for the white fox Asako to cheer him up, his friend the serpent wrapped coiled around him and used the taut knots of his coils to carry him to the sacred lake, where he was to rest and replenish his strength.
It so happened that, when the stag belched mightily enough to shake the fabric of reality itself, there was a consequence: The tremors ripped open a gape in the cloth of space-time itself. And through the gape, the anthropomorphic Absol named Infinity came, and entered the forest of the reality of Asako and his friends. Infinity wasn’t the consequence herself, but little did the female god know that a vengeful male god had been following her movements. Now that he had caught glimpse of Asako her mate, the vengeful god would soon make his own move.
For eons, Infinity had been deprived of the sight of her mate Asako: She had been time-travelling, dimension-hopping and fulfilling her divine duties. So, when she met Asako again, she and the white fox embraced each other tightly, afraid to let go, and wept joyfully in each other’s arms.
Their eyes locked, which twanged their heart-strings; and they leaned closer to nuzzle each other, to lock lips and imbibe themselves in the warmth and slick oral flesh of one another. Passing through each other’s lips, their long tongues twisted and teased the other with tug-o’-wars and patty-cakes, before they ventured deeper into the digestive system of the other, stretching and bulging the throat of the other with massages from their taste-budded appendages.
For greater length, their intimate reuniting celebration may have continued; but then, a snigger echoed through the woods, and all things, flora and fauna, seemed to fall under a shadow; and an evil force jerked Asako out of her gullet, away from her and into the air, clouding his body with dark-magenta mists which nipped away at his physical form. Without interference, the mists would dissolve his body in its entirety and remove Asako from history, so that Infinity had no recollection of her lover whatsoever.
How horribly was her old mate suddenly snatched from her, so soon after they saw each other again! Infinity did not give into the negative emotions her opponent dared to curse her with, though; the Absol yawned her maw, and belched out a triad of lightning bolts.
The electrical forks hissed, like the tongues of snakes, and lashed at the dark-magenta mists, but the mists swallowed them up, and belched up smokes of crackling black lightning. So then Infinity breathed a stream of fire, and then a smog of frost. But the dark magenta mists devoured each element, and their fox-effacing grip on Asako showed no sign of loosening.
So Infinity inhaled, and even when her belly of alabaster fur peaked in roundness and size, she seemed to suck in an endless amount of air, so that when she unleashed a belch to purge the dark-magenta mists, the forest seemed to ripple like clothes on a clothing-line caught in a hurricane. Her roar of belch sounded as deep as a sloth moved slow. The very roots of the trees got abrasions from the underground thrum, and the crust of the earth cracked and split as though they were Mother Earth’s dehydrated lips.
“BUUUURRRRWWWHHHLLLLWWWWPP!”
The belch lasted seconds, minutes. Every minute the belch softened and wavered, but it would always be rekindled by Infinity, who saw her mate still held captive by the corrosive space-time snag. For a moment, the dark-magenta mists peeled away from Asako, as though she could truly undo their physics with her practised burping. But then, the need to draw in oxygen pressed the goddess, and she gagged; and the mists resumed nibbling away at Asako, so that the poor fox’s paws, wrists and ankles dissolved into the smog.
From an unseen dimension, a laugh resounded through the woodlands, the laugh of the vengeful god, Dolor. “What futile attempts you make to break my spell on Asako won’t work,” he said.
Between the boles of some high-standing redwoods, the air simmered. Then, out of the air popped a vantablack bubble: a hole in time so black, no light could render its dimensions if it had any, so it appeared two-dimensional. Out of this bubble stepped a gooey taur. He stood nearly ten times as tall as Infinity. His goo simulated a black backside, a marshmallow-white underbelly, and ears and soles and hair given magenta colouring; and the hair also had neon locks. Behind him writhed twelve mawed tails. He stepped before Infinity, and sneered.
“Infinity, you dare challenge me with a belch I can hear?”
“It was not a challenge,” Infinity protested. “I only wish to save my mate Asako, who you threaten to wipe from existence.”
“And you can do nothing to save him, because I am the superior god,” said Dolor. “Which is why you should never have boasted to be the greatest belcher of all the gods in the halls of your mother. I always catch wind of such a gloat, Infinity, and the offender always pays the price.”
“Can’t I at least be given a chance to save him?”
“Of course. It wouldn’t be fun at all if you left here without knowing how much more superior I am than you, belching-wise. So the two of us shall have a competition, Infinity. Hypothetically, if you won, I would free Asako. But when I win (and that’s when, not if), he will be a goner.”
The Absol Infinity reluctantly agreed to the terms, so Dolor transported them to a universe that seemed to be a perfect copy of the one they had been in before, so that it seemed like the forest had not changed around them at all, except that Asako was no longer there. The point of the transportation was to cause no harm to any living beings, for there were no living beings in this universe, save the two gods, and their belches would be dealing out a great deal of mayhem.
Although the taur god Dolor stood almost ten times taller than her, Infinity did not fear; she forced herself to be confident for her mate Asako, and took in a breath for the first belch of the competition. When she did, all of the oxygen of the woodlands and the regions of a fourth of the entire planet fled its sundry locations and stuffed her belly. The stomach expanded to be the size of a beach ball, but in comparison with how much she inhaled, that size was microscopic. The ground around her started to be sundered just from the might of the gurgles of her gut, but Dolor did not flinch; one of his tail maws even yawned, as though bored.
“BRRRRUUUUUEEEEERRRRHHHP!”
The belch was so immense, the force of it made the god Dolor stumble and his mawed tails flap in the breeze. Not just the forest, but the sky was also filled with echoes large enough to pose as the cacophonies of hurricanes. The longest-lasting sibilant sounds of the burp even reached into the thermosphere of the planet, and the belch resounded for a full half-hour. For a god, though, long time spans aren’t seemingly so long, especially for gods who engage in belch competitions often and are used to such lengths. So as impatient as Dolor could sometimes be, he did not get bored or anxious: He just listened attentively the full time, keeping a smug look on his face, for he knew that he could belch with much much more passion and strength.
A single tail maw of the god began inhaling air from the atmosphere, vacuuming up all the oxygen that remained upon the planet. The tail maw gulped and gulped with a sinister grin, and its belly swelled so large, it looked like a plump giant egg of black, and trembled as though ready to hatch any second. The bottom of the belly beached on the ground, then the tail turned to Infinity and released its auditory ire:
“BURREEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAARRRRWWWHHOOOORRRPPP!”
Infinity could not even stand through the entirety of the belch. Although the trees of this universe were much much stronger to withstand the belches of gods, the bark splintered and the trees trembled alongside her as the quakes of the earth peeled her from the ground, and she went flying and was pinned against the bole of a redwood. That belch kept going and going and going, roaming into two minutes then three then four … Yet, it only seemed to gain power as it drew on, and indeed it was: The cheeks of the tail maw only puffed up larger, and its stomach swelled gravidly with gas, for the god Dolor had absorbed a dragon named Sini whose poison stomach could generate copious amounts of gases; and the length of the belch allowed gas to be produced faster than the god could rid himself of it. Thus terrible toxic miasmas rolled through the woods, roaring, bellowing their divine caterwaul; and by the time half-time had come, Infinity was gagging and sweating from the intense humidity of meat and acid and rotten pluot odors in the atmosphere.
A full hour passed, yet Dolor’s tail still belched and belched; and the rudeness, the disgustingness, the raunchiness only evolved with every passing minute as toxic smogs proliferated the tail’s stomach. And as if the thunder of the mere tail was not enough, Dolor himself took a slight inhale: And that mere breath generated more toxic gas in his taur belly than his tail belly had produced in 60 minutes. Infinity gasped, deeply horrified by the sight of the ginormous oval of gas between his legs and at his disposal. She could not even draw breath to forfeit, for Dolor had gulped all the oxygen of the world down.
But Dolor saw her terror, and had enough mercy to stop belching from his tail.
“Are you ready to surrender?” asked the god rhetorically.
With the end of the belch, Infinity slumped against the roots of the tree on the ground, knowing that she could not possibly compete with the taur god’s belching skills. But she had not resigned to letting down her mate Asako, so she thought and thought. She thought about the vain nature of the taur god, then replied:
“Dolor, your belching skills far surpass mine.” Standing, she tread toward the god, and continued: “In fact, I bet that if I kissed you, and you belched into me, I wouldn’t be able to tell you to stop.”
Dolor raised a brow. Just then, she flung her infinitely long tongue at the ground, and vaulted off of it to jump to Dolor’s head. Then, clasping the sides of his muzzle, she kissed him and pushed her tongue through his lips and started to indulge the minty green flesh of his throat with its dextrous caress.
The taur was astonished by the boldness of the lesser god, but he loved the compliment and especially loved the sensation of her pink appendage extending, serpentining and kneading all down his gullet. He began to burp again, and she continued the glide of her tongue until it reached the great cavern of his poison-swollen stomach, rubbing along all the untended walls of flesh. That helped goad out fluctuations of the belch, which steadily swelled her stomach: In turn for her internal massage, he was internally kneading her with his own gigantic, godly burp!
Her tongue sprung so deeply into him, it rubbed his intestines and even his prostate. The god moaned as he belched, causing a deep fluttering of flesh on the surface of her belly. The belly soon expanded to be as large as his tail belly, but he held her back so that she wouldn’t be blown away.
The belch lasted hours, days, weeks. Suns and moons passed, and indeed, Infinity had no ability to tell the god to stop. At length, Dolor realized the time that had transpired and broke the kiss, the god panting hard and happily.
“If this was some trick of yours, it worked,” said Dolor. “If anything can repay me for that grievous insult, perhaps that kiss is the closest thing … But not quite.”
At those words Infinity paled. Had she failed her mate Asako?
“I leave you now, and I leave you with your mate Asako, the fox fully reformed, with one condition: You and I will kiss again, and it will be even more pleasant and long than our last kiss.”
To this Infinity agreed, so the god Dolor smirked, ripped a fissure in reality and leaped through it, disappearing along with it. Then, in a blink of time, she was again with Asako her mate, and he was whole and happy as ever to see her! She wondered what he would think about her making out with a god for the sake of saving him. She chuckled, deciding that that would be a story to tell for another day. For now, they would enjoy their reunion, free of drama from vengeful gods.
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