Cooking With Scales #3 Aster the Umbreon
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 living prey!...Now, today I have a special treat for you guys. I'll be making nice grilled Umbreon with a sweet-tangy Qualot berry sauce. So without further ado, allow me to introduce today's special quest, Aster the Umbreon!" As he says this, be pulls the dark type out and puts him onto the counter. He's on his up stomach with his forelegs bound behind his back, all tied up in thin but very strong wire, wearing nothing but his own fur.
The bound up Umbreon snarls and wiggles around aggressively as he's revealed to the cameras and audience, and placed against his will upon the counter before Aaron. He tries with all his might to get away, but is unable to move efficiently with just his hind legs. After looking over his surroundings for a moment, he turns to Aaron and snaps his jaws at the Donphan. "Let me go! I'm a predator, not prey! You can't do this to me!" His heart is filled with rage, fear, and discomfort, as he helplessly flails his body about to the best of his ability. The body of the Umbreon is in good shape, and looks delicious to those with predatory eyes even now before being cooked, showing off to the cameras and audience as he struggles there just how good of a meal he'll make when properly prepared.
"Hehe, isn't he feisty?" Aaron asks the audience. He then leans down as whispers "Well, so far on this show I've roasted a huge Arcanine anthro and my own mate on Regional television, I think I can and will do whatever the hell I want with you. Besides, you sighed the contract" He then stands back up and smiles "Alright, now let's get back to business, shall we?"
Aster doesn't really care for the other meals that had been prepared, and just gets angrier when Aaron mentions the contract. He snaps at Scales again, just narrowly missing as the chef stands back up. "To hell with your contract!" he says in a harsh, yet controlled tone; as though trying for the sake of showmanship to make sure the audience doesn't hear what he has to say next, even though he's totally against his present situation. He still struggles a bit, but his squirming settles down to an almost complete halt as he speaks. "I signed up to be on a cooking show, but I never saw anywhere on that contract mention of actually being the food used on the show."
"Always read between the lines" Aaron says quietly, just loud enough for Aster to hear him. "Now, let's start preparing our meat" He says to the audience, gripping the Umbreon gently, yet firmly by the neck to hold him down. Aaron then pulls out a bowl of cooking oil and a brush. "Now, first what you're going to do is coat your meat in cooking oil so that their skin browns up nicely and helps lock in their flavor."
He groans in discomfort as his neck is gripped, making it even harder for him to move. Still, he wiggles his trapped body as best as he can while Aaron pulls out the oil and brush, and explains his intentions to the adoring audience. "And you really think that changes anything? I don't care what some piece of paper says; I'm not going to just let you cook me up like I'm just some slab of meat!"
"You say that as if you're NOT just some slab of meat" Aaron says almost under his breath and be begins to brush the oil over the dark type's fur and skin, letting it seep in. His brush tickles just a bit over his rump and hind legs as he holds him down with his other hand.
Aster's struggles cease almost suddenly, though not because of Aaron's words. It's because of how nice the brush feels against his skin as it soaks his fur in an even coat of oil. He relaxes, and enjoys the feel of the treatment, almost losing himself in it. The brush tingles in an enjoyable way as it strokes softly against his body, especially in some of the more sensitive areas which gets him to shiver a bit, and the oil feels soothingly cool as it rests upon his body and seeps through his fur. He rests his head down upon the counter, and looks up with squinting eyes at Aaron, his lips sporting a small grin as he speaks. "Don't think this changes anything. I'm still totally against this, but regardless of how I feel about the situation, your brushing feels very nice. I can tell you've used that thing a lot. You're so thorough, and you use just enough pressure and time to make sure every inch of your catch is evenly coated. I can tell just by the feel of it."
"Well, it seems you know a thing or two about cooking too" Aaron chuckles as his brushed up Aster's back, leaving his underbelly and privets for last, as he always does.
Aster nods. "Indeed I do. I even have a kitchen in my den in the forest that's similar to those humans have, but with utensils for dealing with larger meals." He closes his eyes and licks his lips, thinking back on all the delicious Pokémon he had gotten into positions like the one he now finds himself presently in, on a table and being prepared to be even more delicious than one naturally is. He stays silent for a moment as he loses himself in thought, while his back is basted in oil. When his eyes again open, the rage is gone from them, but fear still occupies their depths. "Heh, I guess this is what I get. After tormenting and cooking so many Pokémon in the past for my own meals, I guess this is fates way of getting me back for it. After all, I never was very caring to my meals." He shudders at the thought of how cruelly he treated some of his catches, even as they would beg for mercy upon his plate. "I was never a kind predator, but... Could you please go easy on me? I promise I'll be as good as I can muster if you promise me that."
"Of course I will. We'd probably be canceled if I openly tortured Pokémon on my show. I do everything with my meals wellbeing, and enjoyment, in mind" Aaron says as he starts to brush up Aster's neck and over his head, tickling his nose a bit with the brush.
Aster closes his eyes as the brush passes over his face, and lets out a cute snort when it tickles at his nose. "In that case, do you think you could remove these ropes from around my legs? Do you have any idea how uncomfortable this is? My forelegs aren't made to bend that far back, and it's actually quite painful."
"You promise not to run away?" Aaron asks, despite the number of guards and stage hands around the studio that could just catch Aster he tried to escape anyway.
"Honestly?" He hesitates for a moment. "Honestly, I don't know. My heart is telling me to run away if you untie me, but my mind is telling me to sit tight and let you cook me, for things could get a lot more uncomfortable for me if I were to try to run, and get caught. The only way to really know how I'll respond would be to do it."
Aaron thinks for a minute, before untying the Umbreon. As he does, the guards and stage hands stand waiting just off screen to catch him if he tries to escape
"Mmmmm... That feels good." A great deal of relief flows through his shoulders as the bindings are removed. The Umbreon hops off the counter, likely causing readiness in the guards and stage crew around the area. He begins to walk, but doesn't go for the exits. Instead, he just walks a couple circles around the counter, and Aaron, to walk off the aches in his shoulders from having had his legs forced into that unnatural position for so long. He then stops on the opposite end of the counter from Aaron, and would like to sit down, but doesn't so as to keep from messing up any of the oil that's already been spread upon his rear. He speaks to the television chef silently enough so that not even the camera's should be able to hear. "Are you sure there's no way out of this for me? I really, really don't want to end up as food. My signing of that contract was all just due to a huge misunderstanding." Though his heart is racing in terror, he doesn't physically seem to show any sign of intent to flee.
"Sorry, its Aron clad, there's no way out of it. But don't worry, You'll reform in an hour or two" Aaron whispers back to him, before picking him up and putting him back on the counter. "Alright, now that our meat has walked it off, why don't we get back to the show?" he says aloud, making the audience chuckle.
He lets out a subtle whimper as he's picked up, wiggling a little bit in defiance while being placed back upon the counter to resume being prepped up for dinner. He doesn't show any sign of retreat though as his oily body lies upon the table once more. He still looks rather sad and scared, not seeming to have much faith in the Donphan's words regarding him reforming a while after being finished. Still, he does his best to be good, not wanting to make his situation even worse for himself than it already is.
Aaron takes his brush back up and brushes oil onto Aster's underbelly, and covertly gives his sheath and balls a tickle. He then takes a few spice shakers from the rack behind him and starts to sprinkle the seasoning over Aster's body, letting it stick to the cooking oil coating the Umbreon's body.
Aster shifts around a bit; again enjoying the feel of the brush gently coating his body in oil. He shivers more noticeably, and even lets out a quiet moan of content, as the brush tickles at his sensitive space between his hind legs. He moves his body around while the spices shower upon his body, as though helping to get them everywhere they need to get to. During this act, his face at one moment points directly at one of the cameras that are broadcasting this cooking session to many others out there in the world who are watching. He stares at the camera with an almost blank expression briefly, before smiling and motioning as though showing off his form that the watchers must think looks mouthwatering. Stretching out his legs to show their delicious, perfect shape, and rolling his body around slowly to demonstrate all his fine curves. It's as though a natural sense of showmanship suddenly kicked in after staring at the camera, and he doesn't want to disappoint the viewers. He shows himself off to physically be a perfect Umbreon.
Aaron chuckles as he puts the spices away. He then takes some string and ties up Aster's front paws and hind paws so that he'll be better able to lie flat on the grill. He then take and apple and hold it in front of his muzzle. "Open wide, please" he says with a smile.
Having fallen prey to the cameras, Aster willingly brings his legs together as needed when Aaron starts trying to tie his paws together, making it easier on the chef, and being sure that things get tied just as they need to. Then, when the apple comes, he stares at it for a moment as though considering it, before letting out a small, excited laugh while opening his mouth as wide as he can. His tail even begins to wag a bit as he starts getting into it.
Aaron smiled and carefully wedged the apple into Aster's open mouth, giving him the suckling pig look. It was a bit cliché, but Aaron liked it. He then turns to see the Infernape and Treecko stage hands wheel out the large grass grill "Ah, and now we're ready to get grilling. Are you ready Aster?" he asks with a chuckle.
Aster looks happy as the apple is stuck into his mouth, wondering to himself how tasty he's starting to appear. Then the grill is wheeled out, and the Umbreon's expression turns nervous once more. He wiggles around in the ropes, as though suddenly remembering that he was going to be cooked alive on this stage. He looks to the grill, and then glances up at Aaron, mumbling a bit through the apple that gags him. He tries his best to ask if it'll hurt, though he knows it will from having watched his own past meals squirm and scream as they were cooked alive.
Aaron takes his mumbling as a yes and lifts the Umbreon by his front and hind legs together. He shows him off to the audience for a minute before carefully laying him out on the quickly heating grill, a bit of steam already rising from it.
Aster continues trying to ask if it'll be painful as he's lifted up, but can't get out a single coherent word through the apple crammed securely into his mouth. He continues trying to ask as he's shown off to the audience, but to no avail. Aaron can see the bound Umbreon tense up a bit as he's held above the grill's surface, clenching his eyes tightly shut as he's gently placed upon the heated surface. As his skin touches against the steaming gridiron, he lets out a sudden yelp, and his body tenses up. He looks to be in a notable deal of pain for a moment, but it quickly passes as though he just needed a moment to adjust. And while he is adjusting, Aaron is the only one close, and experienced, enough to see that part of his calm demeanor at the moment is because he's doing his best to hold back any agonizing squirms and whines for the cameras, and also to help him cook evenly. It's slowly fading though as his body is adjusting to the heat while cooking slowly, filling the air with a very succulent aroma.
Aaron smiles as he watches Aster put up a tough front, knowing grilling isn't really the most pleasant way someone could be cooked. He then picks the bowl of sauce that he'd prepared earlier and starts brush it over him, letting its flavor cook into his meat. After a few minutes, the smell of cooking Umbreon fills the studio, much to the audience's enjoyment.
In an attempt to further ignore the immense, burning pain rushing from the points of his body against the grill, he focuses his mind on the much more enjoyable feeling of sauce being spread along his heating form. And as his scent fills the room, even he begins to drool a little bit through the apple in his mouth at the wonderful smell. "Do I really smell this good?" he wonders to himself. "Maybe my kind is meant to be eaten, after all, if we can give off such a delicious scent." He seems to start settling down a bit as the struggle against the pain seems to be getting overcome by the feelings of being gently brushed, and the enjoyment of his own, tasty aroma.
Aaron continues to spread the tangy sauce over the dark type's back, neck and head. His own belly makes a low, inaudible growl, telling him it wanted the cooking Pokémon, which the Donphan would happily oblige soon enough. For now, it had to wait for him to finish cooking him first.
Every minute Aster lies upon the sizzling surface, he looks and smells even more delicious. His cooked flesh soon adjusts completely to the heat, causing him to calm down completely, and even weakly wag his tail. Even he seems to be growing content with how the meal is turning out, and it's starting to be that his biggest regret is not getting to be the one to enjoy such a fantastic dinner. The effects are strongest on Aaron though, the look and smell of the cooking Umbreon before him as he bastes the upcoming meal being enough to make the Donphan's mouth water, and stomach rumble, even if he wasn't hungry.
Aaron smiles and brushes the sauce down Aster's tail, ignoring his stomach's rumbling as best he could. He then sets the brush on the side of the bowl and carefully flips the Umbreon over onto his back so that he cooks perfectly even. He then takes up his brush again and starts to coat his underbelly in sauce.
Aster tenses up and whimpers a bit again for a moment when he's flipped, his backside, while heated, is yet to feel the sting of being right up against the grill. He's much quicker to adjust to the heat this time though. The parts that had been against the grill have cooked very well, displaying quite deliciously for Aaron, the audience, and the cameras. He lets out a small murring sound in content as the brush runs against his underbelly, the cool sauce feeling amazing against his cooked skin.
Aaron brushes a good layer of sauce over Aster's belly and legs, before tickling his cooked cock and balls with the brush, making sure to give them lots of sauce. The smell of the cooking Umbreon was starting to get to Aaron, but he retained his composer, he did, after all, still have a show to do. After a few more minute of cooking on his back, Aaron puts the brush to the side and pulls out a platter to put Aster on to present him to the audience before he ate him.
The heat no longer much of an issue, the Umbreon is able to lie back and enjoy being coated in yummy sauce, the ingredient merging perfectly with the Pokémon's own natural flavors to create quite the gourmet dish. Aster loses himself even deeper into the experience as Aaron brushes at his cooked groin, the sensation forcing the Umbreon to blush slightly, and let out a muffled purr through the shiny apple in his mouth. As he sees the large plate being carried over, he thinks to himself, "Well, I guess this is it. That platter being brought out must mean that I'm just about done, and then I'll be..." His thoughts pause as he gulps nervously. "... Eaten."
Aaron sets the platter on the counter next to the grill and lifts Aster by his legs again. He lifts him up off of the hot gridiron and lays him on his belly on the platter, surrounded by veggies and garnish. "And voila, Umbreon steak with Qualot berry sauce" Aaron says as he shows off his finished dish to the audience, letting them get a good look while it was still there.
Aster closes his eyes as he's shown off to the audience, making him look even more finished than his steaming-hot body already appears. He can hear the approval of the viewers as he lies comfortably on the platter. His aroma is so mouthwatering that even he finds it irresistible, licking at the apple in his mouth as though trying to get a taste of his own flesh.
"Alright, time for the best part...the tasting" Aaron says with a wide grin as he turns the plate sideways. He turned the platter so that Aster was facing the audience and his hind legs and rump were facing him, though this was more for showmanship then person preference. He licks his lips and grips the cooked Umbreon by the sides and lifts him up off the plate, opening his mouth wide.
Aster's heart skips a beat at the mention of the tasting, and then is filled with fear once more as he's lifted up off the plate. Aaron would feel the Umbreon shivering in his grip of the dark-type's body was responsive, but the cooked meat that's now his flesh doesn't move. Needing some courage, he squints his eyes open to spot one of the cameras looking upon him, sending this act all across the country. His showmanship kicks in again, and suddenly he's not so scared anymore. Just happy that, of all the ways it could have ended, it's ending like this (still not trusting Aaron's words about him being reformed later). As he's lifted off the plate, his body drips slightly of juices from the more heavily coated areas, and his legs dangle limply to show he's got nothing left.
Aaron lifts his trunk and licks over Aster's hind legs as he slips them into his mouth. He murrs happily as he revels in their taste. He then starts to push him in, letting his tongue explore the Umbreon's lower body as he licks and tastes his delicious grilled Pokémon. The audience oohs and murrs as they watch the dark type slowly disappear feet first.
The Umbreon's flavor is even greater than he looks, with the Qualot juices complimenting his flavor, without at all masking it. His nerves shot from being grilled, Aster can barely even feel himself slipping into Aaron's mouth until the swallowing begins. When it finally reaches this point, he mumbles something through the apple, expressing his fear, yet content, regarding the situation as he's truly reduced to nothing but food for the TV chef.
Aaron continues to slurp and suckle on Aster's backside as he slowly swallows him down. His throat ripples around his paws as they slide in deeper. The Donphan chef continues to gulp and swallow and tilts his head back just a little to help him slide down. Once he reaches the Umbreon's member he gently strokes it with his tongue, hoping he could still feel it, if just a little, enough to take pleasure in it.
The juices covering Aster's body makes it easy for him to slide down into the tight confines of Aaron's mouth and throat. He does barely feel the licks at his member, just enough to lightly blush and murr, though his cock is completely unable at this point to display the feelings physically. Though difficult, he musters up the energy for one louder moan so that Aaron can hear while licking at his heavily sauced groin.
The sides of Aaron's mouth curl in a grin as he hears him moan. He continues to lick as his lips wrap around his chest, coating his singed fur is saliva as he explores his under belly for a minute before swallow and drawing the fox in deeper. Then, in an act of showmanship disguised gluttony, Aaron tips his head all the way back, guzzling the fox down the tight now vertical slide of his throat.
Every inch, no matter where the Donphan's tongue chooses to explore, tastes just as magnificent as any other point on his meal's body. Aster would squirm if he could, but doesn't have the strength to do so, especially within the tight confines of the mouth he's slowly slipping into. Though he can barely feel how far along his devourer is, the scrumptious prey's heart skips a beat when he feels himself get jolted upward, and then starts to slither down faster toward the awaiting stomach of the Donphan. The aroma still strong in the air, Aster resumes licking at the apple, wanting to get a taste of his own meat.
Aaron reaches up, just Aster's front paws still sticking out, and gently pushes them in. His throat hugs around the Umbreon's head as he gulps him down. A few more good swallow and his paws slide in and he sinks down into the Donphan's stomach completely. "Mmmm, very tasty" he says with a satisfied smile.
As Aster feels the tightness of Aaron's throat around his head, he opens his eyes to see the outside world one last time before the Donphan's lips seal him into the darkness. He closes his eyes once more, and just listens to the gurgling and pulsing sounds around him as he's pushed down further with every gulp. "Well, that's it," he thinks as he feels himself slip past the esophagus, and curls up in the stomach. "I've been eaten." His final thoughts are about how so many victims of his own must have felt while sitting in the same position he is now in.
Aaron covered his mouth as he let out a belch, much to the audience's applause. "Alright folks, that's all the time we have for today. I'd like to give a special thanks to today's guest, Aster the Umbreon, and I'll have another great treat to share with you guys next week. But for now, goodbye and stay hungry!" The audience applauds loudly as Aaron walks off stage and the credits roll. as they do, a voice over says "If you live in the area and would like to appear on Cooking with Scales, just PM me, Aaron Scales, and We'll have you signed up for a one way trip to the oven."