Cooking with Scales #2 Ralinis the Drakeon
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 nice spit roast with my very special friend and willing assistant, Ralinis!" He says, motioning off stage to cue his quest's entrance.
Shyly, the Drakeon walked into the room, blushing at the cameras. He was a little nervous about being on TV, but pushed his nerves down and smiled as he walked over to Aaron.
Aaron hugs Ral to help him relax, before turning back to the audience. "Alright, folks, Ral is a rare Pok辿mon called a Drakeon, and there's only 2 in the whole world. Getting to cook one is a huge treat and doing it right is a huge responsibility, though one I'm than happy to take on." he says with a smile. He runs his hand down Ral's bare back and rump and adds "So Ral, ready to be spitted?"
Ralinis grinned, visibly relaxing as Aaron hugged him. He almost blushed again at the attention he was getting for being almost one of a kind. "As ready as I'll ever be." he replied, letting out a little purr as the Donphan stroked his skin. "What do you need me to do?"
"Just hop up onto the counter here and kneel on all fours." Aaron instruct, patting the kitchen island in front of them. While Ral was getting into position, Aaron begins to get a few other things from the kitchen drawers. "Comfy?"
Ral quickly jumped up, landing on all fours, his rump up in the air. "Yeah, not bad." he replied, smiling at Aaron from the table.
"Good" Aaron says, petting his head a little. He then takes out a bottle of cooking oil and squirts a little onto his back and begins to spread it evenly over his scales with a basting brush. "You wanna give your prey a good even coating, so make sure to tie them up if they're not willing to hold still. Even if they're knocked out, they could still wake up and move, making you mess up." he says to the audience as he brushes.
Ral murred at the feel of the oil on his scales. He had to fight to stay still, but he managed to make himself immobile as he was basted. Then to his embarrassment, he felt his member slowly slide out of his sheath as his more sensitive areas were brushed, in front of a live TV audience. Please don't draw attention to it . . . he thought desperately, knowing at the same time that the Donphan would never pass up the chance, and actually didn't mind too much.
Aaron continued to baste the dragon type, slowing going over the underside of his tail and down over his balls and cock. He had to switch hand around his legs to coat his underbelly, but he managed just fine "There, doesn't he look good?" Aaron says with a smile.
Ral gave an almost inaudible moan that would easily be picked up by the speakers, then murred as Aaron finished coating him, making his scales shine as if polished. He remained completely immobile, waiting for the next, and, if he was right, his favorite step.
"Hehe, alright. Now comes the spit. Ral if you'd please lay on your belly" Aaron says, picking up a large metal rod from under the counter "Today I'll be using his slick, Teflon coated chrome roasting spit and my large rotisserie oven" he says to the audience, to they're oohs and awws.
Ral was right; they were doing his favorite part next. He immediately complied, even lifting his tail for the spit. "Like this?" he asked, smiling, enjoying the audience's reaction.
"Hehe, perfect." He says, holding his tail up with one hand and his spit with the other as he continues talking to the audience. "Now, you'll want to make sure you have a straight line between the prey's mouth and entry hole. Since Ral is a male, I'll be using his tail hole as an entry." I gently poke one end of the spit into your rump, slowly pushing it in deeper.
Ral moaned, his tail hole repeatedly clenching against the spit, then unclenching to let it further into his hole. "mmph . . . Th-that doesn't feel that bad . . ." he sighed.
"mmm...Just relax and let it slide in" Aaron says calmly, stroking Ral's head as he slides the spit in deeper, well past his rump and up into his stomach. "Make sure not to go too fast or else you might hurt your prey or hit something important. Luckily, I've been doing this for quite some time, so Ral here has nothing to worry about."
Ral was noticeably relaxed as the spit was driven deeper, showing no sign of being uncomfortable; actually, quite the opposite. His cock was showing the slightest bead of pre, making him blush madly.
Aaron keeps sliding the spit in, inch by inch, until it begins to push up Ral's throat and out of his mouth. Aaron wipes the pre off of Ral cock with his finger and licks it off from there "Mmm, tastes like he's just about ready to roast"
"I knew he wouldn't pass the opportunity up" Ral thought, grinning around the spit sticking out of his mouth. He was indeed ready to be cooked.
Aaron takes a bit of string and ties Ral's wrists to the spit sticking out of his mouth and his ankles to the side sticking into his rear. Then he wraps his tail around it and pulls out a couple spice shakers "Now to add just a little seasoning. Remember not to use too much or you'll over power the flavor of the meat."
Ral giggled around the spit as he was bound, then sighed as he was lifted up into the air. The spit felt pleasant inside of him and kept his member nice and erect.
Aaron sprinkles a fair amount of spices on Ral's back, rump and head before lifting him up and locking him into place inside the oven. It was already warm and getting hotter as Aaron closes the door with a smile, saying "Now we put him in and set it to roast."
Ral barely held back a sneeze as the spices tickled his nose. He smiled as he was lifted, knowing his final destination even before he was lifted into the oven, and winked back at the Donphan before the door closed.
"And there you have it folks, one basted and spit roasting Drakeon" Aaron says and the audience claps. The oven begins to turn the spit Ral is on, turning him in the heat so that his whole body cooks evenly. Aaron smiles and watches, the cameras zoomed in on your roasting body.
As the spit turned, Ralinis kept his eyes straight ahead, although the heat was starting to get to him. He looked out of the oven in the corner in his eye, saw Aaron, then took a deep breath and focused on the positive side. For one, the heat actually felt good as it roasted his skin. He also would be eaten by a very attractive Donphan . . . he smiled at that last one, and forced himself to remain still and keep smiling.
Aaron watched with a smile as the Drakeon turned in his oven. "Mmmm, doesn't he smell delicious?" he asks as Ral's smell wafts though the set, allowing the audience to get a good whiff of roasting meat. Aaron stands back and waits, watching the heat darken Ral's skin a bit as it permeates his body and cooks him all the way through.
After losing feeling in his body, Ralinis felt himself losing consciousness as his skin turned darker. "A-Aaron . . ." he murmured before blacking out, fully roasted.
Aaron nods and turns off the oven, he pulls Ral out of the oven and lays him on a platter on the counter. He then unties him and carefully pulls the spit out through his mouth, leaving Ral lying on the platter for the audience to see. "And there we have it, our fully spit roasted Drakeon is ready to eat" Aaron says proudly as the Audience applaud.
Ral wouldn't feel anything as he was lifted out, but, for the smallest second, as Aaron lifted him out, his eyes seemed to flutter. His skin was cooked to perfection, and smelled wonderful.
Aaron Smiles and turns Ral towards himself on the counter. He lean down and kisses him gently on the nose before licking his lips and opening his mouth wide and taking his arms in up to the elbows in one swallow.
If Ralinis could have felt the kiss, he would have giggled and blushed. As it were, his mouth seemed to twitch into a smile a moment before it vanished into Aaron's mouth. That, he could feel-although barely.
Aaron swallows up Ral's arms and then his head, being careful as he pushes it in. His tongue slips and glides over the Drakeon's scales as Aaron savors his meal, his lips stretching around his shoulders and chest.
Aaron would feel the weakest of shivers as he ran his tongue over the Drakeon's skin. Ral was enjoying his fate, even if he could barely feel it. An almost silent murr escaped his lips.
Aaron continues to swallow, his tongue rubbing and exploring every inch of Ral it could reach as he makes his way down the dragon type's belly, his own starting to rumble impatiently for it's meal.
Meanwhile, Ral had gained just enough conscious to speak mentally into Aaron's mind. "y-you owe m-me for this, D-Donphan . . ." he thought jokingly and affectionately as he slid down Aaron's stomach
"Don't worry about it, I'll make it up to you when we get home" Aaron thinks as he swallow's up Ral's stomach and starts to stretch over his hips, letting his hands slide down his legs.
Ral mentally murred, then allowed himself to relax as he slid down into the ground-type's stomach, leaving only his hind legs and his tail sticking out.
Aaron gives Ral's rump a little, discreet grope before gulping it down, slurping up his legs and tail like pasta. He lifts his head and swallows the last of Ral down, rubbing his belly as it bulges out.
Ral gave one small mental eep, and then slid down into Aaron's belly, barely feeling the acidic digestive fluids. "You perverted Donphan . . ." he snickered at Aaron before going silent, then falling unconscious.
Aaron covers his mouth as he belches, the audience applauding. "Alright folks, that's all the time we have for today. I'd like to give a special thanks to today's guest, Ralinis the Drakeon, and I'll have another great treat to share with you guys. But for now, goodbye and stay hungry!" The audience applauds loudly as Aaron walks off stage and the credits roll.