Gay Skunk

Something unique in lizardmen's culture is that they are an immensely loyal kind. Whether it be amongst peers or partners or family, they always help each other out in need, and in return they could always fall back on one another's shoulders. This extends to two things; they always hear each other out on what they need or what, and they will always do whatever favors you request of them.

This too extends to intimacy.

This especially extends when the lizard's partner is a human who's always curious about lizard biology. Well, more specifically, he's been curious about its… lizard metabolism.

Inside their humble den, the human looked fondly at a portrait illustrating the both of them, painted in warm and tender colors. In the depiction, he stood before a towering, broad-shouldered lizardman, barely tall enough to be around the same level as its round stomach. Its hide was a cool slate-blue, each scale like a weathered slab of stone, uneven and jutting from its arms, shoulders, and back in rugged, natural armor. In contrast, its barrel chest and gently rounded belly bore a lighter charcoal shade with the scales being thinner, revealing the softness beneath. The human fawned over every bit of perfection the lizardman seems to have, from its thick columnar arms easily twice the width of his torso, how its belly is soft and pudgy to be made a firm yet squishy pillow with a hard surface, and girthy thighs that could flex with every movement, crushing entire boulders with its might.

Just for a moment, the human reminisced about how they both met. The lizard had found him alone at a desolate shelter, living alone and barely able to fend for himself. It took him under its custody, taking care of him and teaching him on survival. In return, the human had stuck around by its side, helping out in cooking the freshly caught prey and providing company for the lizard. At one time, the lizard asked the human for the name, but he could not reply for his identity was erased along his corroded past. Thus, the lizard introduced itself as Komodo, and gave the human a name… Figment.

Figment could hear Komodo returning, the heavy thumps of its footsteps sending jitters of anticipation on his heart. He makes haste in walking to the entrance, and greeting Komodo warmly with a hug, his arms splayed as much as he could across its belly.

"Ah, eager to see me? I have been ever so waiting to see you too." said Komodo, scratching his hair with two clawed fingers.

'Gyuugugugwwarrbllee… sqrt- ueeeeellcchh-bblblblblbrrroooaaabbblll…'

The ambient sounds of the lizard's hungry caterwauling is already loud enough to be heard this close, as it chuckles. Figment felt his heart flutter as he kept his ear close to the firm, scaly stomach.

"Heard it? I made sure to save my appetite juuust for you~…" Komodo teased, stroking a thumb over Figment's neck. "You hadn't an idea how angry my famine was sounding off while you were gone."

The smooth words melted like syrup into the human's brain and made him all melty too, not wanting to move away. This moment alone would be enough for the human to forever cherish, but there was still so much they wanted to do together, so many ways to utterly test the lizard's ravenous appetite.

Figment gestured towards the kitchen, of which Komodo followed suit. One of the things Figment planned was for the lizard to cook a delicious meal, only to not consume any of it. The human had lived around Komodo long enough to know what the brutish lizard loved the most. Seasoned meat, cooked medium rare with the fill being tender, and the outside crunchy. Dipped with sambal sauce and garnishing, this simple meal is what Komodo had adored and always loved to eat. Figment doesn't exactly mind what food he ate, but he knew making Komodo cook its favorite food whilst utterly starving and not being able to eat it would make its stomach scream in mutiny.

At the stovetop, the lizard watched at the back as Figment grabbed the ingredients, preparing the dish. Meanwhile, he could see Komodo swallowing bouts of saliva that pooled in its large maw, slurping it as if it could fill up its empty belly. Its stomach already began to knot itself, as it starts to piece together the meal the human had wanted it to make.

A low growl gargled in its throat. "How tortuous, to have you do this to me." To emphasize its hollow famine, Komodo rubbed its stomach in circles and continued to drool and grumble, its eyes looking hungrily at the ingredients, and briefly at Figment. It doesn't help that the human too is made out of meat, and too many times the human had played with its crocodilian maw. On second thought… perhaps Figment would like to play that game too, if only it meant Komodo could get a taste and, scare him a little as payback.

But, all this thinking is better spent cooking instead. Komodo began by heating up the pan, the oil slowly forming bubbles as it boils. Then, placing the raw chicken and beef, the oil crackles and pops, landing like meteorites on the lizard's callous scales, doing little to nothing. The sizzling meat wafts over a delicious smell, and all it took was a single whiff for its hunger to really come in full force.

'GRRRRUUUOORRRGGGGLLLLL— rrrRRRRRLLRLRLRLRUUUUURRROOOOOOAAALLLLLL!!! Squeeee-gyuuuooOOOAARRRRRKK!'

A cascading roar rippled across Komodo's stomach, making it double in discomfort as the hunger pangs violently gnashed and tore through its guts, the writhing organ swirling aggressively and spasming. Figment merely listened in bliss, walking himself in front of the lizard and giving a sly grin at it, knowing full well all of this is his fault.

"Oh, how daring you are tonight~" Komodo stared down at the human. "Perhaps, whilst you are enjoying yourself, I should… remind you of who's capable around here…"

'uuuuurrrlllrrrlrrlrlrllrlllllllllllloooorrrrrpppppp- squuuueeeellllccchhhh…'

Its stomach sounded off again; not loud, but way deep in its tone, as if its belly is warning Figment of the lizard's beastly appetite. Then to emphasize, Komodo stuck its large tongue to the side, slowly licking its lips across as Figment can see its thick saliva coating the rim of its maw, all while Komodo growled threateningly. Its threat, while it may have caused any other prey to flee in fear, only sent an awed shiver down Figment's skin, both fear and love fighting within his mind.

It chuckled, expecting the reaction. "Of course you do not flinch."

Komodo continued cooking, and all the while the human had placed his ear on its roiling belly as it continued to howl away every minute, letting off painfully deep growls or gargling moans as the acids were relentlessly churned by the muscles.

'Grrrgrgrgloorrp- gllLOORRPP! chuurnchhchrrchr-bwuuooorrrrbblbl- squeeeellccchchch- grrRROOOOWWWOOOAARRRRRrrrrrwww… Bbrrrrllllllllllblblblbblbbrrrrggll— squuaarrrrbblll…'

Each noises collapsed after one another, a variety of disgusting and feral sounds witqh different pitches, different tones that gave a tortorous performance for Figment. Meanwhile, Komodo felt its stomach quaking inside, each waft of the delicious aroma only making food more and more in its mind, attacking every sensation. Everything seemed so good to the lizard… it's becoming quite hard to simply resist the feast that was cooking just in front of it.

"Excited for the meal? I am sure you do, all this fill will stuff you just nicely." Komodo spoke in the most sarcastic tone, trying to trip Figment into guilt. However, the lizard had a feeling anything it tries to do to persuade the human would only serbe to make him more excited, but… he figured to play along anyway.

"It's such a shame I wouldn't be able to eat alongside you… this meal is only for one person. I'll just have to watch you eat, while my stomach begs me to just- take a morsel of food from you." The lizard began its monologue, the human listening with great intrigue and excitement whilst the stomach's cries became the baritone backdrop of the lizard's crisp voice.

As Komodo continued cooking, stirring the meat and evenly spreading the sauce, it placed a hand on its stomach and rubbed it sensually. "I am utterly starved, little human… it feels like a hollow pit is gnawing at me, wanting me to eat something. Have you any idea of what it felt like while I was at my duties? Bypassers would hear my stomach making a raucous, and I would have to stand still ignoring their eyes staring my way. Lunch was especially torturous, just like now. Looking at the feast unraveling before me, I could only watch while my belly yelled. I feel it grinding against itself, scolding me for neglecting it, wanting to lament so that anybody can hear it and help me… and now, it calls out to you."

'Gweeeee-o-o-o-ooorrrbbblllll….' Its starved organ gave a premonition.

"I can… I can simply scarf all of this down and fill my aching stomach up…" Komodo pondered aloud, but then looked at Figment. "But you, you're the only thing stopping me. All because you wish to hear my stomach scream."

A devious idea appeared in Komodo's mind, and it wastes no time in executing it. Its hand palmed over the human's entire head easily, before pressing it down firmly at its paunch. The human, briefly surprised at this, tried to squirm himself away, but the lizard kept an iron grip on his head. He can feel the contrast between Komodo's rough, hardened palm and the softer but still callous fat of its frame, how the soft yet packed muscles give underneath his touch.

"Well then, allow my stomach to scream." Komodo gave a final remark, before taking a deep breath, inhaling the meaty aroma and filling its mind with nothing but food. Its throat whimpered for a moment, before its stomach began to cramp fiercely, slowly collapsing onto itself as it flexes and strains, before…

'GgrrrruuuuuUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLllllllllllllllLLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRROOOOOLLWWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRrrrrggggggggllllgglglglgglglglgggwweeeEEEEEUUUOOORRRRGGGGggggeeeeeeqqquueeelllcccchhhh…!'

An utterly loud, titanous yowl erupted out of the lizard's guts, assaulting the human's ear to the point of genuinely making it ring, leaving him partially deaf in one side as the stomach's anguished yell lasted a whole dozen of seconds, the crecendo of Komodo's appetite barreling down and screaming at Figment for starving it like this, frustrated at him and giving him a punishment. Of course, Figment loves all of this, all of this is a dream to him, but… his tinnitus isn't exactly the best.

But still, this was only the first idea Figment had for tonight.