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A psionic cry woke Asako from his slumber, speared his ears. The pure white fox hopped up to his feet then surveyed the woods. A dream of purpling skies, of darkening woods, of his friend calling his name disturbed him.
Had his friend—intuitive and telepathic—really warned him? But of what, or of who?
Asako moved through the woods fluidly but nervously, never letting his back go too long unwatched. He met his friends, the great old elk, and the hearty brown hawk, and the shy little porcupine, but they met him with faces glad and spoke with him, carefree as ever. Had he dreamt the voice?
Nay, his friend—intuitive and telepathic—had lent his warning truly. Asako knew it. The voice of his friend—too authentic, too succulent it had been to be fable …
Skittering out of a log, Asako stood over a clear, pure canvas. The sacred lake which his friend, the stag Xerneas, guarded and preserved, was without Xerneas.
What! What cause, what call, what spell cast from shadowy cauldron could lure the stag away from this, his haven and heart?
Scampering around the lake on the shoreline Asako went, his head darting to the near-dwelling trees, to the sandy cliffs below them. He blinked at the surface of the lake, maw agape, for Xerneas was not there, either. Asako would run and stop and check the surface again and again.
Nowhere was Xerneas.
Then the lake—a shadow of dread befell it, as befell the sky of the forest clouds of storm and of gloom, through which swirled the most fur-zagging sight the fox had seen ever: a serpent; the one they call the Devourer of Realities. This Asako did not know, but in his tail and in his ears buzzed the serpent’s ominous advance.
A shrieking beam of plasma lasered the heavens. It was of ruin and of white: the hope-cleansing sort of white that brings to beings apathy, and to all souls, good or bad, erasure.
The white wound that bled into the purpled heavens, it made all things sacred feel meaningless. Whimpering, the fox fled under a rock. From the sky hissed a laugh sinister, as the shadow of the serpent pressed, blacker and blacker, on the lake and the lakeside, the shadow growing bigger, bigger, bigger. Rushes of cold winds drowned the sobs of poor Asaka, blowing the tail behind which he had hidden from his face. So his innocent eyes met the sight foul of the serpent large: the one whose name musn’t be named.
Gold, mesmeric eyes entranced the fox pure. His purity they infiltrated. Asako’s arousal snaked from his head to his loins; and then his long tongue surged from his maw. Like a charmed snake, it toward the serpent swum.
Hissing seductively, the snake expelled his own tongue. Both tongues were serpentine and wiggly and seemingly endless, such that they crossed twenty yards then met, the tips of them tasting one another, playing, licking.
Their owners breathed lustfully, hypnotised eyes locked.
The tips of their tongues tied, gave grips slick and sloppy and trembly. The throbbing appendages pulled fox and snake toward one another, the fox walking as though snugly sedated, the snake slithering with desireful hisses and eyes spinning beneath their siren’s glare.
While entranced, Asako heard his friend—intuitive and telepathic—cry, Asako, Asako, to caution him against befriending the serpent. Asako twitched awake from hypnosis, briefly broke his walk of trance. But the serpent hissing so occultly pulled his mind back under.
Meeting Asako nose to nose, the serpent with his tongue tugged him into his toasty maw, and yipping, the fox landed paws and nose upon the salivating underside of the steamy appendage. The air—smelling of musky, gastric fur and of meat—gave a quaver of glee quiet … Asako feared for the worst: feared that the serpent would bank his head back to careen Asako into his sinuous digestive tract.
Instead the snake uttered, with the deep, layered echoes of a cavern, a belch. It set on the fox every fur as straight as a gaff, and stupefied his every marrow. Such repugnancy. Such nightmarish agency. Such charm. The explosion of sound extended for one, two, three, four, five, six, seven seconds …
The burp slung Asako, dumbstruck, over his head, and the many coils of his tongue lashed onto the sand. He lay, shivering raringly, in the sharp odor of deer and of bear and of beasts other the snake had gurgled away in his long abdomen. The stench made Asako’s own belly churn, sickened desirously. This sickness he wished, with delight, to share with the serpent, for the serpent had with him shared awesomely his own gaseous illness.
The fox and his tongue rose. His tongue lassoed the serpent, lured the serpent to his mouth. Asako groaned to a loud, lethargic lurching of his belly a belch that had played the character of a spirited grouch: “BUUURRAAAAAAAGHRRRRRRWRP!”
The snake withdrew his head as far as the tongue entangling it allowed, astonished. The burp blasted the snake like the belch of a fox twice, thrice—twice of thrice the size of Asako. Bass tickled the lake’s surface. By those lips that mortared the lakeside, the snake was impressed and partly infatuated. Three seconds, six seconds, nine seconds, twelve …
Like the snake had done, Asako flopped his tongue loose of his captive then let out a sigh of accomplishment, while the snake collapsed, wriggling his sense-overloaded coils on the sand, warbling nasally. When the influence of the pure fox on him wore off, he sat up straight and blinked with embarrassment. Seeing the fox confidently posture, he smirked like a friendly competitor. His great pink ribbon of tongue flew out, wound around the fox’s belly then raised the fox to his yawning maw.
The eyes of the snake pierced Asako’s intimately; Asako’s eyes replied with a shy flutter. This was followed shortly by of the snake a belch as lengthy as he. Over the lake and into the trees it rang, its flavorful echoes boomeranging from the shoreline cliffs, layering into heart-wrenching wisps of resonance. The blush of the fox weighed down his head, while with affection were weighed down the eyelids of the snake. As time elapsed, the belch cloaked itself in its own weighty reflections, became more bloated, obese and symphonic. The lead voice, the foreground and the background voices, they made Asako squeal mutely with love. Five seconds, nine seconds, thirteen seconds, seventeen …
Crude zephyrs danced Asako’s fur long after belch’s end. He was in eye-shining awe, inspired by bigness of the serpent’s burp. Asako rubbed the snake’s tongue tenderly, then looked at the snake and made with his paw a squeezing gesture, then pointed to his tongue-coiled belly.
The snake shook his head. He yawned, closed his eyes. His whole gastrointestinal tract began gurgling, vibrating like a UV ray. Squelches and croaks grossly flowed through his fleshy walls from tail tip to top of the gullet, where his maw he closed, allowing any late stragglers of gaseous bubbles to swell, distend, balloon his craw like the throat of a frog before some swampy croak …
Then, the sacred lake shook. The herbivores of the woods brought up their heads from grass-eating and bleated, then into the safety of logs and bushes fled. A belch not seven, not thirteen, not seventeen, but twenty-one seconds long let the lake and the woods know its harmony, and the smell of what the snake had had for supper.
“BURRRROAAARRRRRRHHHAARRWHRRRRRP!”
The belch extracted the tongue of the snake, pulling it so high, the fox hung the height of the younger trees over the serpent. The burp reverberated through the ecosystem, discordant but melodic. Its gastric heat made feel sunny the lakeside, trumping its gloom. A belch of strange duality, it heired so ugly and yet so sweet a cadence. Asako was its song glad to know.
Seeing how long the tongue of the snake had stretched, the fox got an idea. He rolled himself up with it, so that he descended to the snake, hotly bundled and tightly squeezed within the loops of the pulsing appendage. The tongue’s strong clutch sucked his belly in, pressurizing the gases inside, providing his stomach its fullest potential to roar out a deific burp.
A glint in the gaze of the fox alerted the serpent. What did he have planned, wondered the snake? Then, the snake saw that the fox was sucking his gut in deeper, deeper, and his tongue was wound round the fox so many times, he could not ease up on his grip.
Alas, that meant …
Such borborygmi howled and moaned and protested within the vulpine paunch, it gave the tongue of the serpent eclectic tingles. And they unnerved the snake from his snout to his very tail tip.
Hugging the head of the snake, Asako smooched his nose. That forward lean squeezed his gut into too great a restriction, so that it had no choice but to wretch up all of its feisty gas. Uncouth acoustics sung. Odors eddied and blitzed. All of the air of the lake and of the woods pulsated in the throes of a belch brassy and spacious and splendid. It boomed like the tribal drums of the world guardians when they blazon the birth of deities.
“BURRRRREEEEAAAARRRRROOOWWWLLLLRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRURRRRRRGHHHWWWGHHHPPP!!!”
The belch sharpened all of the dulled senses of the woodland beasts, awakened all the energies of them asleep. It made the lake camber and steer in its wake. It made the snake veer away with an amazing gasp. He was pinned below the gorgeous belch for not seven, not thirteen, not seventeen, not twenty-one, but forty-seven seconds!
How the trees took a beating! How the world took to simmering, like a summery mirage! How things buckled, the way they did when the snake alighted on the lakeside! Apathy and ruin, afraid of the passionate belch, fled from the sky. And to the sky cerulean beauty was restored.
When the belch was done, the serpent’s days of ruin and of horrific devouring were done too, for the belch with its power had belched away the very shadows of his soul. Limp, the tongue of the snake flopped down, and with it flopped Asako onto the belly of the snake. Lazy with fatigue, they lay warbling and cuddling: two loving friends.
Soon, a hunch would be had by the friend of Asako—intuitive and telepathic—that order was restored. He would find at the lake Asako safe. Then Xerneas would to the lake return. Asako squirmed eagerly. Just wait until he introduced them to his new friend. Wait until they saw him and the serpent together, proudly exhibiting their talented tongues and belches!
JN1306A psionic cry woke Asako from his slumber, speared his ears. The pure white fox hopped up to his feet then surveyed the woods. A dream of purpling skies, of darkening woods, of his friend calling his name disturbed him.
Had his friend—intuitive and telepathic—really warned him? But of what, or of who?
Asako moved through the woods fluidly but nervously, never letting his back go too long unwatched. He met his friends, the great old elk, and the hearty brown hawk, and the shy little porcupine, but they met him with faces glad and spoke with him, carefree as ever. Had he dreamt the voice?
Nay, his friend—intuitive and telepathic—had lent his warning truly. Asako knew it. The voice of his friend—too authentic, too succulent it had been to be fable …
Skittering out of a log, Asako stood over a clear, pure canvas. The sacred lake which his friend, the stag Xerneas, guarded and preserved, was without Xerneas.
What! What cause, what call, what spell cast from shadowy cauldron could lure the stag away from this, his haven and heart?
Scampering around the lake on the shoreline Asako went, his head darting to the near-dwelling trees, to the sandy cliffs below them. He blinked at the surface of the lake, maw agape, for Xerneas was not there, either. Asako would run and stop and check the surface again and again.
Nowhere was Xerneas.
Then the lake—a shadow of dread befell it, as befell the sky of the forest clouds of storm and of gloom, through which swirled the most fur-zagging sight the fox had seen ever: a serpent; the one they call the Devourer of Realities. This Asako did not know, but in his tail and in his ears buzzed the serpent’s ominous advance.
A shrieking beam of plasma lasered the heavens. It was of ruin and of white: the hope-cleansing sort of white that brings to beings apathy, and to all souls, good or bad, erasure.
The white wound that bled into the purpled heavens, it made all things sacred feel meaningless. Whimpering, the fox fled under a rock. From the sky hissed a laugh sinister, as the shadow of the serpent pressed, blacker and blacker, on the lake and the lakeside, the shadow growing bigger, bigger, bigger. Rushes of cold winds drowned the sobs of poor Asaka, blowing the tail behind which he had hidden from his face. So his innocent eyes met the sight foul of the serpent large: the one whose name musn’t be named.
Gold, mesmeric eyes entranced the fox pure. His purity they infiltrated. Asako’s arousal snaked from his head to his loins; and then his long tongue surged from his maw. Like a charmed snake, it toward the serpent swum.
Hissing seductively, the snake expelled his own tongue. Both tongues were serpentine and wiggly and seemingly endless, such that they crossed twenty yards then met, the tips of them tasting one another, playing, licking.
Their owners breathed lustfully, hypnotised eyes locked.
The tips of their tongues tied, gave grips slick and sloppy and trembly. The throbbing appendages pulled fox and snake toward one another, the fox walking as though snugly sedated, the snake slithering with desireful hisses and eyes spinning beneath their siren’s glare.
While entranced, Asako heard his friend—intuitive and telepathic—cry, Asako, Asako, to caution him against befriending the serpent. Asako twitched awake from hypnosis, briefly broke his walk of trance. But the serpent hissing so occultly pulled his mind back under.
Meeting Asako nose to nose, the serpent with his tongue tugged him into his toasty maw, and yipping, the fox landed paws and nose upon the salivating underside of the steamy appendage. The air—smelling of musky, gastric fur and of meat—gave a quaver of glee quiet … Asako feared for the worst: feared that the serpent would bank his head back to careen Asako into his sinuous digestive tract.
Instead the snake uttered, with the deep, layered echoes of a cavern, a belch. It set on the fox every fur as straight as a gaff, and stupefied his every marrow. Such repugnancy. Such nightmarish agency. Such charm. The explosion of sound extended for one, two, three, four, five, six, seven seconds …
The burp slung Asako, dumbstruck, over his head, and the many coils of his tongue lashed onto the sand. He lay, shivering raringly, in the sharp odor of deer and of bear and of beasts other the snake had gurgled away in his long abdomen. The stench made Asako’s own belly churn, sickened desirously. This sickness he wished, with delight, to share with the serpent, for the serpent had with him shared awesomely his own gaseous illness.
The fox and his tongue rose. His tongue lassoed the serpent, lured the serpent to his mouth. Asako groaned to a loud, lethargic lurching of his belly a belch that had played the character of a spirited grouch: “BUUURRAAAAAAAGHRRRRRRWRP!”
The snake withdrew his head as far as the tongue entangling it allowed, astonished. The burp blasted the snake like the belch of a fox twice, thrice—twice of thrice the size of Asako. Bass tickled the lake’s surface. By those lips that mortared the lakeside, the snake was impressed and partly infatuated. Three seconds, six seconds, nine seconds, twelve …
Like the snake had done, Asako flopped his tongue loose of his captive then let out a sigh of accomplishment, while the snake collapsed, wriggling his sense-overloaded coils on the sand, warbling nasally. When the influence of the pure fox on him wore off, he sat up straight and blinked with embarrassment. Seeing the fox confidently posture, he smirked like a friendly competitor. His great pink ribbon of tongue flew out, wound around the fox’s belly then raised the fox to his yawning maw.
The eyes of the snake pierced Asako’s intimately; Asako’s eyes replied with a shy flutter. This was followed shortly by of the snake a belch as lengthy as he. Over the lake and into the trees it rang, its flavorful echoes boomeranging from the shoreline cliffs, layering into heart-wrenching wisps of resonance. The blush of the fox weighed down his head, while with affection were weighed down the eyelids of the snake. As time elapsed, the belch cloaked itself in its own weighty reflections, became more bloated, obese and symphonic. The lead voice, the foreground and the background voices, they made Asako squeal mutely with love. Five seconds, nine seconds, thirteen seconds, seventeen …
Crude zephyrs danced Asako’s fur long after belch’s end. He was in eye-shining awe, inspired by bigness of the serpent’s burp. Asako rubbed the snake’s tongue tenderly, then looked at the snake and made with his paw a squeezing gesture, then pointed to his tongue-coiled belly.
The snake shook his head. He yawned, closed his eyes. His whole gastrointestinal tract began gurgling, vibrating like a UV ray. Squelches and croaks grossly flowed through his fleshy walls from tail tip to top of the gullet, where his maw he closed, allowing any late stragglers of gaseous bubbles to swell, distend, balloon his craw like the throat of a frog before some swampy croak …
Then, the sacred lake shook. The herbivores of the woods brought up their heads from grass-eating and bleated, then into the safety of logs and bushes fled. A belch not seven, not thirteen, not seventeen, but twenty-one seconds long let the lake and the woods know its harmony, and the smell of what the snake had had for supper.
“BURRRROAAARRRRRRHHHAARRWHRRRRRP!”
The belch extracted the tongue of the snake, pulling it so high, the fox hung the height of the younger trees over the serpent. The burp reverberated through the ecosystem, discordant but melodic. Its gastric heat made feel sunny the lakeside, trumping its gloom. A belch of strange duality, it heired so ugly and yet so sweet a cadence. Asako was its song glad to know.
Seeing how long the tongue of the snake had stretched, the fox got an idea. He rolled himself up with it, so that he descended to the snake, hotly bundled and tightly squeezed within the loops of the pulsing appendage. The tongue’s strong clutch sucked his belly in, pressurizing the gases inside, providing his stomach its fullest potential to roar out a deific burp.
A glint in the gaze of the fox alerted the serpent. What did he have planned, wondered the snake? Then, the snake saw that the fox was sucking his gut in deeper, deeper, and his tongue was wound round the fox so many times, he could not ease up on his grip.
Alas, that meant …
Such borborygmi howled and moaned and protested within the vulpine paunch, it gave the tongue of the serpent eclectic tingles. And they unnerved the snake from his snout to his very tail tip.
Hugging the head of the snake, Asako smooched his nose. That forward lean squeezed his gut into too great a restriction, so that it had no choice but to wretch up all of its feisty gas. Uncouth acoustics sung. Odors eddied and blitzed. All of the air of the lake and of the woods pulsated in the throes of a belch brassy and spacious and splendid. It boomed like the tribal drums of the world guardians when they blazon the birth of deities.
“BURRRRREEEEAAAARRRRROOOWWWLLLLRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRURRRRRRGHHHWWWGHHHPPP!!!”
The belch sharpened all of the dulled senses of the woodland beasts, awakened all the energies of them asleep. It made the lake camber and steer in its wake. It made the snake veer away with an amazing gasp. He was pinned below the gorgeous belch for not seven, not thirteen, not seventeen, not twenty-one, but forty-seven seconds!
How the trees took a beating! How the world took to simmering, like a summery mirage! How things buckled, the way they did when the snake alighted on the lakeside! Apathy and ruin, afraid of the passionate belch, fled from the sky. And to the sky cerulean beauty was restored.
When the belch was done, the serpent’s days of ruin and of horrific devouring were done too, for the belch with its power had belched away the very shadows of his soul. Limp, the tongue of the snake flopped down, and with it flopped Asako onto the belly of the snake. Lazy with fatigue, they lay warbling and cuddling: two loving friends.
Soon, a hunch would be had by the friend of Asako—intuitive and telepathic—that order was restored. He would find at the lake Asako safe. Then Xerneas would to the lake return. Asako squirmed eagerly. Just wait until he introduced them to his new friend. Wait until they saw him and the serpent together, proudly exhibiting their talented tongues and belches!
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