Fluids jostled to and fro, splashing against the glowing blue walls that groaned in anticipation. This day would have come sooner or later.

A golden Rathalos, Jolk, currently locked away, looked down at himself, noting that his form was very, very slowly starting to get goopy. He had already been inside for a few hours, so he assumed his acid-resistant scales would protect him just like with all the previous predators he had been in... and that was wasn't true. The hostile and acrid cauldron continued to gurgle and blorp around him, the stomach continuing it's relentless onslaught against the "meat" Jolk had become. The flesh kneaded the acidic and hot fluids against his golden and tan scales. He didn't feel any pain nor any tingling, but just watching himself slowly turn into a puddle was definitely a little horrifying to watch, especially considering the fact this usually doesn't happen.

He didn't have much time to look who his predator was at all, but he caught glimpses of white and black, and considering around him is blue flesh, it didn't take him long to deduce who had ate him. Before he could open his mouth to proclaim, his environment suddenly sloshed and jostled a bunch, before he felt gravity shift onto his side, fluids now settling on the "used-to-be-stomach-wall-now-stomach-floor". The wyvern landed a kick on the stomach walls, before it clenched in tighter around him, silencing his movements and speech.

With a heavy sigh, Selicia laid down onto her side back at her lair, having traveled quite a bit of ways to catch her golden meal. While she wouldn't normally do this, she had her own reasons. She looked down at her swollen mid-section, before she clenched her stomach and casually putting her foot down on it, rather happy that Jolk was easy to catch. She knew it would take a while to gurgle the Rathalos away, but that was fine. They weren't gonna be going anywhere anyway.

"You know, it is a little embarrassing for someone like me to catch a proud wyvern such as yourself, hmm?~" She lightly jabbed her elbow into her gut, feeling the surface squish inward, her lair filled with the organic orchestra her belly was making. "Imagine getting eaten by a preyslut such as myself, gurgling away for days.~ Oh wait, you don't have to imagine, snack.~" She teasingly clenched her stomach a little bit more before finally relenting, allowing Jolk free range of movement, and almost immediately, vague rathalos swells appeared and disappeared on the white surface, which only brought a little more glee and churning. "Feel free to fight, you aren't going to escape in time. We have plenty of time together, and after that, you'll just be fat on a prey.~ Prey to a prey.~"


This is something NONE of us would have expected huh? First thing is first, Selicia being a predator. Second thing is second, Jolk being glorped in an art. I did it on occasion in RP, but NEVER in an art until today. Anyway, expect Jolk and co. getting their revenge at a later date, once he's reformed. This art is pretty amazing tbh. I'd make it my wallpaper but uh.... uhm... you know.

ANYWAYS, I hope you enjoyed the short story I wrote in like... 7 minutes. I didn't proof read it so words may sound strange.

Artist is  Young_Intellegent_Furry_Friend
Selicia belongs to  ChomanderJake
Jolk belongs to me!