Perils of Chris-Chris in a Pot
#1 of Perils of Chris
So I realized I need more practice writing, so I've gotten the idea to make little snippets of whatever crosses my mind. This is the first introduction of Chris, a lugia morph that more often than not gets into trouble. Must be because he's more brawn than brain then
"Muuurrgph!"
If Chris had known taking this jungle cruise would have ended up with him being kidnapped from the boat by natives. Knocked out along the way and being prepped to be the main dish at whatever ceremonial feast these savage jungle dwellers were having. The lugia-morph would never had signed up for that now-suspiciously cheap vacation plan.
The large muscled dragon bird pokemon now lay on his back, naked, exposed, vulnerable. His struggles against the bindings holding him here were for naught. He couldn't even cover up his shame as his tail was also tied back to his neck. In addition another ring of rope connecting his wrists to his tail made it impossible to break free.
Chris was trapped, wedged within a clay pot resting above piles of tinder and kindling located in the center of the village of the natives that had hunted him down. The wood was ready to be set alight at any time. The sticky sweet sauce that Chris was dipped in clung to his back and made his skin twitch. Surrounding him in a ring behind the pot's rim were bright red obligatory apples for this type of situation. Chris's toned white thighs tensed as his feet. which were bound with white cheesecloth and rope itched against the herbs wrapped inside to the flavor.
The lugia's white soles curled as the ruffled leaves of the herbs gently rustled against the skin. Or maybe that was instead the stuffing that now rested inside of him. A constant feeling of fullness in his gut from that long and arduous process of the natives worked each piece of squash, filling, and drop of sauce up his taint. That culminated in long carved carrot teasingly worked in to plug up his hole. Chris could still feel the ribbed sides of that root bounce against his prostate. The carrot's base pushed against the sides of the pot sent that root grinding deeper inside of the lugia.
The lugia couldn't help but shiver as the chances of escape gradually slipped further and further away with the sound of approaching footsteps and drum beats. His pleading for release from this fate silenced long before by being gagged with another apple. Between his legs was his aching balls and cock. Red from tenderizing and even then the natives went even further to add to the legendary's humiliation. He had been made to get rock hard throughout that entire ordeal of being smacked on his balls and cock by all the male natives and kept that way by an intricate knot of herb strings.
His chest gleamed under the light of the approaching torches. Rare spices grown in the deep dark jungle were making his nipples burn. The natives gathered around him in a circle. Dancing whatever strange rites that required Chris to be served up like a prime piece of beef. "Mmmph! Nnngph!" Chris' last desperate struggle was pointless as two natives brought forward the lid of the clay pot. Ready to seal up the lugia and begin his cooking. As sweat and fear took Chris, the sand clay lid of the pot descended. For the next time it would lift, it would not be to Chris but the feast of the night.