Round Two: Dark Caves - Dancing & Dining in the Dark
#3 of Lucca's Vore Contest
Disclaimer: This story contains slightly adult themes, vore content, as well as some trans...
Disclaimer: This story contains slightly adult themes, vore content, as well as some transformation. So, if you're a kid who shouldn't be reading this, or are more normal than I, and don't like that sort of thing, don't complain afterwards.
The Dark Caverns - Dancing & Dining in the Dark
Round Two Entry for Lucca Manadragon's Vore Contest - By Amethystine
A portal appeared in the midst of a small cave, the only light existing in the rocky room being that which came through the portal, illuminating the rough ground and the damp walls. Through the portal, one could see a pavilion, and a python. The python was a naga, and he slithered through the magical gateway almost immediately, clearly visible at the transfer point of the teleportation trickery. He was wearing a thick, white and long lab coat and nothing else, covered in smooth reddish-brown scales that possessed patches of golden yellow as well. But all imagery became moot as soon as the last of his lengthy tail slipped through the oval opening between locales, the place plunging into pitch darkness.
The serpent sighed, he could practically feel his slit pupils dilating to their maximum size. While there was the faintest amount of light from some matter of mould, giving off a glow of phosphorescence, all he could really see was the barest bit of white from his coat. People seem to think that animals like cats or snakes can see in absolute darkness, but that's not true, there needs to be _some_ light to reflect off of objects. The snake may have had a great sense of smell and even the ability to detect warmth with the heat-pits upon his snout, but there was nothing to smell or sense, aside from the standard dank stank and warm walls. The caves were probably heated slightly by being completely enclosed within whatever sort of 'earth' he was on.. or in.
Flicking his tongue to check for any whiff of wandering wildlife, Amethystine resigned himself to slowly selecting one of his serums solely via scent. He opened his coat and began to finger through the vials that lined its linings.
Meanwhile, Dwayne, the anthro charizard was having a much simpler time of things. First of all, he had his own tail-flame to rely on in the darkness, even before his larger, non-anthro charizard, Joseph, was summoned from his red-glowing glass ball, numbered '6'. Joe had an even larger and brighter flame, around which the entire team of pokemon gathered, once they had all been released.
"Alright everyone, let's stick together," began the hybrid. "As we search for our opponent, I'll lead the way and Joe will bring up the rear, so no one is left out in the dark behind or ahead," he explained. Turning to a felinoid pokemon with pink fur and a dual tail-tip, he addressed her, "Starshine, save Morning Sun for when we really need it.. I'll tell you when."
"Espeon!" agreed Starshine, nodding.
Dwayne went on, turning to a vulpine-like biped with golden fur, who was holding a pair of metal combination spoon/fork utensils.. a spork in each hand. "He's a naga, so I'll bet ground and psychic will work on him like on Ekans and Arbok! Ness and Espeon, you're my strongest psychic strikers, so.." he paused, pondering, "Ness, you go with Joe, Espeon is with me."
"Alakazam!" croaked the seemingly older pokemon, raising one spork at the same time as giving a thumbs up. The psychic-type suddenly vanished and reappeared on Joe's horned head, causing a few chuckles from the slightly tense group, relaxing them all somewhat.
After a few more bits of strategic scheming, they all set out, single file, into the darkness, only the pair of biological fires atop the ends of the two charizard's tails lighting their way.
Hours later, the team of pokemon's discipline had disappeared as they marched onward through a fog of monotony. Dwayne had forbade fraternization, to ensure he or Joe would be able to hear anything ahead or behind the group. He also insisted that they hug the walls of any larger cavern, to reduce exposure to just one side. It might have seemed excessive to the group at large initially, but after a few sneak attacks from giant lizards who had been lying in wait for an easy lunch, as well as a run-in with a number of giant bats and spiders, they saw the reasons for the plethora of plants.
The local animals had all been taken out with an almost over-zealous use of fire, ice and psychic attacks, as if they were pouring the efforts destined for the python into destroying the denizens of the cave-system. They were all already a little bit on edge when the first one of them was.. taken.
Dwayne raised his hand to hold the line behind him, all six of his pokemon pausing in their path as he looked into the darkness ahead of them, stretching his tail around and out in front of him somewhat. "I heard something."
They all strained to hear, Starshine turning her large ears outward to try to catch the elusive echo. Suddenly a roar came from the back as Joe bellowed, "Chaaarrr!", saying that he heard something. They all turned towards their rear, several telling the full-blooded dragon-type to quiet down.
"Peon!" yelped Starshine, signalling that she had heard something up front.
With both halves of the group staring out into the darkness, none of them quite knew what happened to BJ, the cute little female pikachu. When all was said and done, they all knew the same detail: They heard a surprised and terrified squeal of 'Chhhhuuuuuuuuuu!!!' before whipping around to check on her, only to find nothing but her surfboard clattering against the rocky ground where she had been, moments before.
And then there were six.
That was how it started.
Next, Starshine was snatched away when Dwayne had been certain he saw the serpent ahead and ordered her to cast Morning Sun out into the large cave they had entered. As the sudden burst of brightness half-blinded them all and Joe turned away from the ball of light, he spotted the snake behind them and called them towards it with another, angrier roar.
Unfortunately, none of them could catch sight of the cowardly constrictor, with their eyes full of spots from the blinding light of the espeon's spell.
By the time they looked forward into the cave once more, the remnant's of her spell was all that was left of Starshine.
And then there were five.
Ness, the alakazam, was drinking water from a small, calm pool in a somewhat larger cave while the entire team formed a protective semi-circle behind him, keeping watch for anything.
The last they heard of Ness was a gasp and the tinkling sound of a metal spork clinking to the ground.. the last they saw, a ripple of water.
The hybrid human-charizard trainer personally used nearly every ounce of fire he had within himself to roast that pool until there was nothing left but smooth stones underneath. No python.
And then there were four. All rather thirsty, thanks to Dwayne's enraged actions and the fact that Ness had been the first to drink.
Eventually, Moonlight became fed up. He was a creature of shadows and darkness, after all! He would have no trouble finding the frustrating snake and quickly reporting back to Dwayne with the python's position.
Disobeying all training, the Umbreon took off against the anthro's orders.
And then there were three.
Left with just Joe and Yahoo, the charizard and the snorlax, the two biggest of his boys, the trainer decided to stop in one place and secure it against the snake's stealthy attacks. He couldn't understand how his competitor was doing it, but it was clear he needed to change tactics.
Stationing Joe at one end of the oblong cave and Yahoo at the other, Dwayne stayed with the snorlax. This was both because Yahoo needed the hybrid's tail-flame to see, but also because, of the two, he thought Joe was more capable to handle himself.
When Joe was attacked, he was certainly capable enough to ward off the wily Amethystine long enough for the trainer and Yahoo to arrive and witness what happened next.. finally revealing how the naga had managed to munch on so many of the team.
Joe was found fighting a fierce.. fluid! He roared and spewed flame into the face of the flowing figure as it formed up from the floor to fight. The serpentine stream sizzled and steamed, adding to the already ample amount of sibilance that suffused the space. It was the snake, alright.. altered into an amorphous organism. Dwayne joined in on the fire-fight, flinging flames directly onto the twisting and writhing mass, which bubbled and tossed in an amazing display-- until it shot forth onto Yahoo's wide front, that is.
"SNNNOOOOOOOOOORRR!!" screamed the bear as the scalding hot stuff singed his fur and burned his belly. Acting on instinct, the snorlax used Ice Punch, which he aimed through the melty material, if only to cool it off somewhat. Instead, he made the pool of python pounce away and onto Joe, who could take the heat much better. thick scales protecting him.
As the dragon clawed at the gooey fighter, Dwayne noticed that a thick chunk of the tenacious tar had been completely caught within Yahoo's Ice Punch, and was encased in a snorlax paw-sized chuck of ice, frozen solid! "Yahoo, use Ice Beam as soon as he's off of Joe!"
"Lax!" shouted the snorlax, pointing at the aforementioned dragon. The trainer turned to look, seeing how his team had met their fates. The sludge had spread all over Joe's belly and half of his legs and upper body. As they watched him struggle helplessly, they looked on in much the same fashion, strangely fascinated as the flowing fluid quickly enshrouded the rest of their team-mate's tall body, cutting him off in the middle of a truly scared bellow.. something they had never heard from the courageous dragon before.
Just as Joe's final 'words' were cut short, the slime slipped up and over the end of his tail, snuffing out his tail-flame and casting his immediate area into darkness. By the light of the trainer's tail being lightly reflected and refracted off of the shiny coating over the dragon, they could see how his shape was swiftly lost and replaced by a coiled naga, prepared to strike.
"Now! Ice beam, Yahoo, now-god-damnit, nooww!!!" he ordered, desperately, falling backwards in the face of the fearsome predator.
Just as Amethystine finished absorbing and reforming, he lunged forward again.. caught full on by the brunt of the powerful ice attack. The magic attack left the cavern drifting with slowly melting snowflakes and a fair amount of mist swirling about. As Dwayne sat up slowly, he waited to see how his plan had faired. As the metaphorical dust finally settled, he could see..
It was super effective.
"Ha! You're not so big, boa-boy," Dwayne cried triumphantly, looking over the python-turned-popsicle, encased in the ice.
"He really isn't..", Carter muttered to himself, as he got a better look at his frozen foe, "guess my guys blasted a good bit out of your slimy self before you got to.." he trails off, looking back at Yahoo in the dim light provided by his constantly enflamed tailtip. He was about to say 'eat them', of course, and he had realized just how much he had lost with their consumption by the constrictor.. so much time and effort, so many hard fought and won battles.. gone. They weren't just pets or trained animals to him, being part Pokemon himself.. and even if he had been human, they would have meant much more than merely 'monsters'.
Nodding silently to the snorlax behind him, he was heartened by the large loyal lump of a lug that Yahoo was, and turned back to face his own ghostly image, projected onto the blackness of Amethystine's flat front, thanks to the glass-like quality of the ice and the light source of his tail behind him. Seeing his snout, he took some time to reflect, metaphorically, and consider the contest itself before he would figure out how to swallow the solid snake and officially defeat him.
Why had he let himself get dragged into the strange competition? He hadn't even intended to teleport to that temple or where-ever he had found himself that morning. He had been over-confident, believing that he and his team of Pokemon could take any and all of the other people present without a problem -- even all at once! Dwayne sighed and shook his head, realizing just how cocky he had been. Becoming angry at himself for the apparent loss of his friends, he slammed a fist into the frigid block before him, yelling, "That Lucca bitch better be able to bring them back!"
After a quiet moment of pondering and peering through the clear layer of solid water, contemplating the being that must have devoured the better part of his team, he blinked and brought his tail-flame closer to better examine what he first thought was a trick of the light. "Shit!" he shouted, eyes darting about to confirm what he had found: the oozy ophidian's melted mass was moving in the middle of the ice, able to shift about within the crystalline confines. It had already drained out of the areas where his arms had been set in place, and as Dwayne watched, wide-eyed, it also slithered down out of the head space, through the thick throat.
"He's looking for a weak spot to burst out of!" the hybrid hollered, spinning around to look to Yahoo.
"Snorlax!" said the full-framed one, pointing a fat finger-claw at his trainer's tail, which had gained a perilous proximity to the python's prison. Loosely translated, he meant: 'Look out Dwayne, your tail-flame is an ample source of thermo-nuclear energy, which is likely to excite the already unstable molecules within the solidified water, thus compounding the conundrum of the confined constrictor's eventual escape!!' ...or maybe it more directly translated to 'Fire bad!'
In any case, the trainer leapt away from the large chunk of ice and pointed at it, desperately commanding Yahoo: "Quick, use Lick! Or Yawn! Just eat him already!"
The snorlax smiled, nodding as he waddled over, opening his mouth widely as he dug his claws into a particularly thick part of the cold casing to lift it into his maw.
"No using Crunch, either," remarked the relieved Dwayne as the slender shape of the still trapped snake-slime slid into his blue bear buddy's belly. "I don't want it cracking so he can get out. Not until nothin' but yer stomach acid is on the other side," said the slowly settling charizard anthro.
"Aaaahhxsss..." groaned the great big bear-like pokemon in clear discomfort, meaning: 'Ice-- also bad!'
Sensing the snorlax's strain and sympathizing, Dwayne stroked a sizable side, soothing his sole surviving squad-member, saying, "I know buddy, it's okay.. it's over now, you can sleep, I'll put you back in your ball and then I'm going to find the way out of here before any more of the local wild-life shows up again." He looked around a little before continuing, "Then I can see that dragonaga girl about maybe getting my.. _our_ team back from this bastard." As he finished speaking, the anthro 'mon patted Yahoo's paunch, referring to the reptile within. The gluttonous one nodded numbly, stubby limbs partially cradling his well past stuffed stomach, inborn instincts informing him that it was indeed time to indulge in his second favourite pastime, slumbering.
With the wide and oblong object stretching him, the snorlax was as full as he could be, firmly forced toward falling asleep by his nature, he might have been able to stay awake if ordered to do so. But with the threat thoroughly thrashed, both thought it safe to allow him to rest in his ball. And so rest he did, the huge rotund creature rolling back to lie flat on his back, snoring almost instantly.
"Yahoo, Return!" Dwayne commanded, holding out the snorlax's ball, more ordering the ball than the then unresponsive Yahoo. A red beam of light shot out to reclaim the rather full form, but after a moment of contact, Yahoo's body wasn't beginning to glow with an unnatural light as it always did just before it would de-materialize into energy and return to his ball. Instead, the beam became distorted and jagged before breaking off and 'retracting' into the ball, which flashed twice, as if with an error signal.
"What the fuhhh..." Dwayne's curse trailed off as he peered down at the glass orb and back up at the similarly semi-spherical bear. That had never happened before. Maybe it had something to do with the imprisoned python porridge, he pondered.. or even something to do with the magicks that governed the gruesome contest. "Okay, whatever. Either way, that portal should be popping up any minute now, right?" He muttered, asking no one in particular.
Looking around, the trainer began to feel the fear he felt from before the brief battle, creeping back over him slowly but surely. He paced in place, pouring over possible outcomes. First, he worried that he might simply be trapped in the tomb-like tunnels forever.. or at least until a lizard lunged out from nowhere and caught him! He whipped around with that thought, thinking he had heard something rustling against a rock nearby, gripping his tail and holding it out in front of him, like both a torch and a possible club. He panted softly and slowly backed up against the gently curved cave wall, tail still held before himself.
He could only barely see the sleeping snorlax's side, but once he had the security of the stone against his spine, he dared not step away until the portal appeared, not even to check on poor Yahoo. He realized that the bear was no longer snoring, something he wished for many times before.. but then craved the cacophonous confirmation of his presence in the pitch black pit more than anything else.
As minutes dragged on like hours, Dwayne's tail-flame faltered and wilted, ever so slowly plunging him into a deeper and deeper darkness, the area of illumination drawing tighter and tighter around, like a noose. With the shrinking amount of light, he could no longer see the snorlax's shape in the shadows. Left alone in the dark, the young man's insecurities, misgivings and regrets about having entered the contest and subsequently losing his friends began to wear him quite ragged. He was paralysed and began to speak to himself nervously to try to conquer his fears.
"I'm fine, we're fine.. I.. we'll get the gang back from Lucca, we will.. yes.. I.. we.. I hope we got all the animals, they.. they don't wait their turn, not.. not like they should, like-- no, no. Nevermind that, I, we got them all good! Yeah, my team and I-- we wiped the floor with those stupid beasts, we got them all.. yess.. we scared them off pretty darn good."
After Dwayne had devolved to little more than softly whispered mumbles, a clear and strong voice rang out through the cavern, "We? What we? You ssseem rather sssolitary to be usssing that term."
Greatly relieved to hear a voice, any voice, the trainer's tail-flame flared back to life and he looked around for the source of the sibilant sounds. "Hello? Who's that?" In his searching, he realized he couldn't see Yahoo any longer! He gasped and rushed over to the spot, not sure if he had simply misjudged where he had left the big bear, thinking there was no earthly way that he could have been moved without him hearing.
"Don't you recognize the voices of your old friends?" came the voice of an elderly-sounding person.
Dwayne lost some of the colour in his face and his flame faltered once more. "Ness?" It sounded like his Alakazam, but he was speaking English. "What's going on?!"
"What's happened is that you failed us!" shouted a gruff, guttural, booming voice. It had to be Joe, the charizard! The trainer spun his head around so quickly in search of the larger dragonoid's tail-flame that he became dizzy and fell to his knees, having heard it coming from a new direction than the last.
"No! I never.. I can get you back! All of you!"
"All of us?" squeaked BJ, the first to vanish, her high-pitched, rodent-like chatter drifting around Dwayne. He twisted around, hearing her echoing from a totally different direction once more.
"Of course! I'd do anything!" pleaded the hybrid, reaching a hand out into the nothingness.
"Anything?" asked a light gentle voice that the tortured trained thought must have been Starshine's.
He nodded emphatically and then cried, "Yes! Anything! Where are you guys? Why are you doing this? HOW are you doing this?" he demanded of the detached voices that seemed to come from all around him. He curled up and clutched his head, beginning to question the voices also made him begin to question their existence, and question his own sanity. As they had since fell silent, Dwayne began to believe he had lost it, peering closely at his tail-flame, wrapped up against his front with his tail. His fire was flickering weakly. Normally a sign of physical health, the flame seemed to tell him what he suspected, his end was near.
A soft hissing sound made his heart leap and his fire flap as if in a stiff breeze, despite the dead air within the cave. He looked up in the tiny bit of light he still posessed to see a naga.. but not Amethystine, rather a heavily hooded serpent, carrying a black staff with a lengthy curved blade. He almost smirked. Of course the Grim Reaper was a cobra.
"I'll do anything.." he repeated, peering up at the entirely black figure.
"Including never again playing gamesss with the livesss of your friendsss?" asked the Reaper, who spoke in a raspy, deep, timeless voice, mouth unmoving, the sound emanating from the black being's body.
Confused, the anthro-charizard only gawked up at the grim one.
Lowering his scythe to point the tip squarely at Dwayne's forehead, it said, "The powersss that be informed me that you entered thisss competition of consumption without consssent from your companionsss. They may have followed you blindly into battle before, but thisss tournament isss different. Clearly, you were not prepared for the consssequencesss."
The trainer was aghast, he could not believe his carelessness, he felt utterly defeated.
"Ssso, I asssk you, who ssstandsss at a crosss-roadsss between your victory and your friendsss.." the cobra's voice boomed with the power of a god, "..will you give up your chance to win to ssspare your friendsss? Will you sssubmit yourssself and learn the lessson to never again wager with that which doesss not belong to you?"
Even though he had only just begun to comprehend the devilish deal he had been offered, Dwayne nodded firmly, no longer looking up at the serpent, his flame having floundered to almost nothing, there was only enough light to see the gleaming surface of a few scutes in front of him. He was ready to die. "Yes! I submit to you, I'd give my life to spare them all!"
"Ssso be it," said the Reaper, raising his scythe. Dwayne could hear the naga's movements, and simply sat there, waiting for the strike.. he wondered if it would hurt.. what it would sound like.
*SPLORT*
'SPLORT' was definitely not one of the sounds the anthro pokemon had expected. He opened one tightly clenched eye, then the other, finding what looked like the Reaper's blade entrenched in the ground, but with a thick puddle of black oozing goo coming from around the spot of impact. He reached out to touch the up-welling of the tar-like substance, but before he could, it reached out and snatched his wrists and tail tightly with twisting tendrils. Startled, he pulled back, looking up to find the reaper gone, replaced by a mighty mound of melting mass, moving towards him to engulf his body. He was quickly cocooned in the cloying coating, lost in the liquid before he reappeared, held firmly in place, only his head, hands and tailtip free from the flowing form around him.
Looking upwards, he saw the cobra's head. Looking down, he saw a smooth belly of scutes with his hands poking out of it. He could feel his tailtip, burning hotly somewhere along the snake's back. He really didn't think death did anything at all like what was happening to him, but before he could think much more, the cobra spoke once more, "I'm not the one you need to sssubmit to, now."
Slithering out of the darkness and into the once again enlarged pool of light, was Amethystine, pure black and as short as a cobra, just the way he had been frozen, Dwayne thought. "I am!" he declared, grinning. "But I think you can drop the Reaper thing now, Ame." The way he pronounced the name was odd, sounding half-way between a name and someone saying 'uh, me', as if he wasn't sure if he should call the other snake by name, or by the personal pronoun.
Looking back up once more, the trainer saw the cobra's shape shifting into that of the python. Whereas he had been stunned into silence beforehand, he was then too shocked to remain that way. "What the fuck! Yahoo ate you! I saw it! And where is he?! He was right here, damn it! Where are they all?"
"You're not sssubmitting very well, missster trainer," quipped the former Reaper.
"No, he isssn't, isss he? Maybe he doesssn't dessserve to have hisss team back after all.. like he hasssn't learned hisss lessson!" remarked the other, leaning down to peer at their prisoner. "Furthermore, you certainly sssaw Yahoo eat a sssnake.. but there ssseemsss to be more than one, doesssn't there?"
The slime-serpent that held him in place leaned down from above to answer another question, thankfully in a straightforward manner. "We moved the bear, clearly. Flowing ssslime isss pretty quiet if you do it right.. that'sss kinda how we did everything tonight, really." He was about to stand back up again when he added, "Oh! And before you asssk about the Grim Reaper thing.. I wasss in a macabre mood," he explained, shrugging.
"Well, part of me was, before.. I guesss you _were_ that part, eh Ame?" chuckled the other snake.
"I guesss ssso, Ame," answered the former cobra, while the pokemon put together that they had been two halves of the same whole.. or thirds.
As the look of realization spread over his face, he looked up once more to find both his 'brotherly' captors smiling down at him. "Sssee, I told you he'd get it!" exclaimed one.
"Yeah, good.. I hate explaining thessse thingsss, it'sss never fun or funny when you have to explain it," he muttered as he began to slither along the floor, adding, "Although, I will say that you might not have realized that being a liquid being allows you to sense a great many things other than the visual, which is certainly helpful when your opponents insist on staying in some kind of light, keeping their eyes accustomed to brightness as well as limiting how far they can see into the darkness beyond." As he talked, he took Dwayne with him, into another cave, around a small bend to find the still-sleeping snorlax.
When he arrived, the other python spoke up, "Now, there'sss jussst the little matter of your sssurrender."
Dwayne was slowly being twisted around within the goo of the first snake's body, glaring over at the one that spoke as he felt his tail tugged out. His will to fight flared up inside him and his tail-flame corresponded, "I didn't! Not.. not really.." he said, trailing off almost as quickly as he began to shout, realizing he was pretty well beaten, either way. "Okay, I guess I did."
Shifting a little more and feeling his tail being guided into a damp, hot space, he felt it being swallowed at softly. He sighed and tried to twist his head around to see his consumption. "You guys.. you, uh, guy.. You don't waste time, do you Amethystine?" he asked, awkwardly.
The naga across from him shook his head and smiled. "No, it'sss not that.. not yet." As he said that, Dwayne could feel his tail entering a stomach and encountering something.. cold? "We're getting our better half back, ssso to ssspeak." It was then that the trainer realized that he was experiencing, first-hand (or first-tail), the phenomenon that was snorlax sleep-eating.
The black slimy serpents had fed the charizard's flaming tail to Yahoo to melt the ice in a key spot, as well as providing the trapped triplet with a convenient escape route, right up Dwayne's tail.. as they had found before, the heat wouldn't bother the fluidic fellow. Soon enough, he could feel the familiar feeling of flow climbing up over his tail before hearing a sloshing touchdown nearby as a new naga joined the group. As they extracted Dwayne's tail, he hissed, "Next time, _I'll_ be the one that stays back asss the insurance policy."
The other two laughed lightly, even though they all knew it wasn't likely to happen again, and that once they re-merged into a single being, the distinction would be meaningless.
"Ssso! You want your team back, isss that right?" one of them asked the trainer as he was brought back about to face Yahoo. He was handed the ball labelled with the number 143. "We--I'll hold onto them for sssafe keeping until the contessst isss over.."
"Jussst like I'll hold onto _you_ in almossst sssame way!" stated the other, petting the firmly restrained pokemon's head lightly while he could feel the sludge-snake's form drawing him in a tiny bit more, hinting loud and clear that he would need to be eaten for things to work out. "Think about it, it'sss better that I've got you, I can bring you back later. Who knows if Lucca was going to revive people from the local animals, or what."
"Ssso, jussst put them back in their balls and I'll hold onto them and your other belongings for you," said another. "But not your hot pocketsss.. we ate thossse while waiting for you to crack. Mmm! Thanksss, by the way."
"Aww, I didn't get any!" said the one who had been in Yahoo's grand gut until a few moments prior.
And so, Dwayne obeyed and ordered each pokemon back into their balls as they handed the spheres to his entrapped yet free hands, one by one, the python(s) locking the balls away into a few of his empty vials and tucking them snugly into his lab coat. It turned out that they had absorbed each of the pokemon instead of using traditional digestion, meaning they were able to recreate them, none the worse for wear from the extra mass of muck they had gained from doing so.
He also learned that the three snakes had been distracting him and his team to be able to snatch away one at a time. In the end, Amethystine (one of him, anyway) had said that he hadn't thought seven against one was exactly fair, but he was okay with three on seven. And, he figured out that one 30 foot snake turned into tar can make 3 ten-foot serpents just as easily.
Once Dwayne was assured of his team's safety in the hands of the serpent, it was time for the trio to re-combine.
The snake who had been frozen casually gathered up both tails of his 'brothers' and began to swallow them, laying down over the ground as he gulped them into his gooey gullet. Quickly, the tails became too large to fit in his mouth, but still he worked, his face distorting as the two lengths within his snout were mashed into one another, merging into one length that was also fusing with the one doing the swallowing, who was becoming the newly made hydra's tail.
The conjoined pair moaned softly and writhed their shared tail together, slithering their torsos nearer to each other, Dwayne was brought up farther through the body of one of them until be was all but expelled from the python's chest.. only to find himself right up against that of the other, partially embedded into the other sleek snake's slime. He groaned in spite of himself as the sibilant 'siblings' swayed and stroked around his body, getting closer and closer with every passing second, their arms reaching around him to rub one another while he was inevitably ground in a rather erotic way, in between the intimate twins.. until of course, the twins began to truly entwine, their limbs losing definition as their snouts were turned up in apparent bliss..
Slowly they grew upwards on either side of the trainer, their linked arms becoming a thin bit of flesh that stretched into a vaguely familiar flap of skin on either side of the large enclosed space Dwayne found himself inside of. Looking up, the dim light allowed him to see several spiked spires stabbing forth from either former serpent's torso.. their shapes having become concave and a bit blocky, albeit with one of them on the smaller side, so that the larger would be able to smoothly shut over the other. If the delirious Dwayne hadn't already realized what they had become and where he was, the giant tongue that slithered up from under his body would have been a dead giveaway.
The serpentine tongue wrapped around him wetly to pull him downwards while the rest of the flesh around him flexed and tugged him into a tight tube. The humbled hybrid was finally finished, swallowed by a giant non-anthro snake of slime who would soon shift back into the full form of one Amethystine Python.. just as soon as his meal settled into his stomach.
Once Dwayne was deep down and dreaming, and Ame was back as a naga, the python's most potent and powerful potion would wear off and leave him as himself once more, the digestion of his dinner beginning properly just in time for the portal to open and allow him to re-enter the Pavilion, where his next opponent would await him.
An opponent to honour, an adversary to savour.. After a respectable respite from other realms, to rest and digest, of course.