#skylanders doomraiders

[mellowmilktea]

More sketches but of wolf gang also small Scott pilgrim reference😋

[foximator-blog]

if the other doom raiders became senseis here's what i think their classes would be and their weapon choices

gulper: sentinel, double-ended trident

pepperjack: swashbuckler, 2 meat cleavers

dreamcatcher: ninja, those bow-spiders she uses to feast on dreams

luminous: bazooker, repurposed beam puzzle crystals

nightshade: quickshot, twin luger-like pistols

mesmerelda: knight, rose sword [held at the flowerhead as the briar makes the blade]

Okay now these matchups are new and unique to me, and I like some of these. Though there are some things I'd do differently.

Gulper I think would fit better as a Smasher, because while he is known for a Trident and a dual ended trident is the starter weapon for sentinels... I don't think the class Fits Gulper. Not to doubt his abilities too much, but Sentinels are known for agility and quick reflexes, but something about that feels off for Gulper, who spends most of his time eating and drinking soda. He's literally pretty sluggish (even with his slime slide, which while fast, makes him like a battering ram when combined with his weight).

I like to think Gulper would be a Smasher, using his trident to Spear a heavy piece of food to attack enemies with. Maybe in a similar fashion to fellow food lander Pain-yatta different food has different effects, be they detrimental to enemies or beneficial to Gulper himself.

Chef Pepper jack with dual cleavers is based. Really cool.

I usually class Luminous as a sorcerer, and I've seen others class him as a Knight. But a Bazooker is a new take and that's pretty interesting. I'll keep thinking on it.

Nightshade as a Quick shot is also really cool. Usually I make him a Knight, using Taekwon Crow's discarded dark katana as his weapon.

Mesmeralda and Dreamcatcher are ones I'm usually the most indecisive on. But these matchups are really cool! I keep thinking I need to incorporate Puppet strings in whatever Mesmeralda's weapon is, and I try using all four arms. And I also like to think whatever class I decide on for Dreamcatcher... She gets to shape shift for a really creative design flair, with her giant head being one of her attacks or even her sky chi.

It's really fun to brainstorm this sort of thing though. Nice ideas!

[snowstudios1]

Hehehehehe! It’s skylander villain sona time.

I don’t have much that I can share about her because I plan for them to have a part in my silky little skylander AU called SUMMONED. The most I can say is that she works with the doomraiders and that they’re a bit of a show of.

[benjaminthewolfnsfw]

Wolfish Appetite (Vore Story)

Hey everyone, it's me, BenjaminTheWolf on a new account exclusively for adult content! Hopefully this story actually shows up in the tags since sometimes it will take a while for posts from new blogs to show up.

Either way, enjoy!

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Wolfgang cautiously allowed a low rumble to resonate deep in his throat whilst he somberly glared upon himself in the mirror of the luridly blackened bathroom. His tapetum eyes reflected a shivering glow within the darkened, chilling chamber as he steadily heaved forth his breaths. He knew for a fact that nobody amongst the Doomraiders would ever have a reason to be up at this hour on this particular night, leaving the devious, two-legged wolf fully able to pontificate as he wished inside the secluded area as such.

     “‘Both of you!’ go retrieve Kaos, hmm?” he murmured to himself in a bit of a mocking tone. “Well…then I suppose you can’t complain when it turns out to be me by myself!”

     A small smile began to steadily creep across the wolf’s face.

     “What’s stopping me, hmm? What’s stopping me? What’s stopping me from taking over the future on my own once that whiny bald midget is mine? Hmm?”

     Wolfgang proceeded to pompously flash both sets of his sharpened, gleaning teeth into the mirror. 

     “Yesssssss…..if the Queen wants Skylands for now, she can have it. But the future…the future is mine.” he overbearingly sneered whilst deceitfully rubbing his hands against each other with a smirk. 

     Wolfgang remained in this position for at least three minutes, wickedly wallowing within his little insidious plot in utter bliss. This was, at least, before, all of a sudden, seemingly coming out of nowhere, his attention became near-instantly diverted in an utterly heart rate-skyrocketing alarm, upon him taking in through his nose a slight whiff of the air.

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     Dr. Krankcase had only one singular thought buzzing statically through his unsteadily waking brain as he scuttled his way over to the bathroom. He knew very well that once he had gotten fully awake, he wouldn’t be able to go back to bed and earn the same quality of sleep that he would have if he had just, well, stayed in bed. However, with his choices being between better sleep and pissing himself in said sleep, or not getting better sleep but not having to deal with having pissed himself in the morning, the mad scientist had ultimately chosen the latter, mainly because the last time he had been in this situation, he had chosen the first option, and that had led him to being called a pissbaby by the rest of the Doomraiders for weeks. No way he was gonna let that happen again.

     Thus, as the spider-legged doctor made his way towards the nearest toilet, he was continuously rousing his fuzzy brain in order to properly complete this task. It was only until he was mere inches away from the bathroom door, however, when his mind had reached full functioning capacity. Not because of a slow awakening coming to its conclusion, however. No, quite the opposite indeed. Poor Dr. Krankcase seemed to be physically locked to the floor as he strenuously listened in and to each and every single word that the musician wolf inside was spewing out. The doctor was utterly flabbergasted, to the point where he almost immediately  fixated upon what exactly he had just heard. There was no way Wolfgang was actually going to abandon the team in favor of his own interests, was he? No, there wasn’t any way…it just couldn’t possibly be the case! There’s no way he was going rouge!

     Yet no amount of denial, regardless of sheer quantity, would ever possess the capability to save the poor man from what was about to happen to him next. With a barely discernible opening of the room’s door, and a swift yet stealthy swish onto the man’s rear, Wolfgang held firmly onto the tank lid of the toilet, cautiously raising the thing up as each second ticked by. Finally, Wolfgang was ready for the strike, and to this end, he wasted no time. With a ringing hint of a blunt force strike reverberating soundly throughout the hideout’s halls, followed by a far less echo-y contact with the floor, Wolfgang rushed back to place the lid back on the tank, before promptly scooping up the doctor’s body, and silently sprinting down towards the nearest staircase to a dungeon.

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     It was now to be the case, within the mind of the mad doctor, that he was becoming slowly raised from a state of unconsciousness by some sort of external force he couldn’t quite rationally discern for the moment. At first, it was the bodily need to go pee, but now, it was acknowledgement of a sharp, searing pain located on the back of his head. Simply unable to remain stagnant in such an uncomfortable state, the poor man began to squirm in agony, whilst the burning, throbbing blow to his head continued torturing him awake. This would go on to continue for some time, until the man at last was conscious enough to let out a muffled groan, the result of which, was to once again resign him to immobility.

     “‘Morning, pissbaby.”

     “Mrngfh!”

     Dr. Krankcase wasn’t exactly sure whether it was the subsequent connecting of the dots going on within his head, or the fact that he had once again been called a pissbaby that had suddenly got him so angry, and yet, regardless of all that, the effect was the same. He immediately attempted to blurt out: “What’s going on! Explain yourself at once!” only to discover seconds later that what had actually come out was more akin to a: “Maws gong on? Replain mormelf a onc!” and this was because, quite simply, upon him at last flickering open his eyes, he was able to detect a tightened, white gag over his mouth. Mere moments afterwards, the doctor also came to realize that his hands were chained behind his back, and his body was similarly chained to the wall.

     “Mowang! Aut the aitheral fuk i appenin?” he vainly cried out upon this fact’s discovery, glancing around from wall to wall in order to gain as much information as he possibly could in the moment. He was able to tell thanks to this feat that he was locked away inside of one of the Doomraiders’ hideout’s many dungeons, lit dimly by a single flaming torch on the wall to his right. The dungeon appeared to be just as damp and mossy and disgusting as anyone would assume a dungeon to be. However this seemed to have zero effect on the towering form of Wolfgang, who subsequently opened up his mouth in order to speak seconds later.

     “Oh, cry all the tears that you want, pissy, none of it is gonna save you from what I’m gonna do to ya next…”

     “AUT? EXUS ME I ILL SICE U UP O BIS I U TRI A DO AYTHIN UNNY!” the doctor attempted to retaliate, first by easing himself up by using his five wooden prosthetic spider legs in order to regain his footing, before using the legs’ spin move to prevent the anthro wolf from coming forward. Upon attempting to do this, however, the poor man soon discovered that…well…it wasn’t working. All he would need to do from there was glance down, in order to find out, as he had suspected, Wolfgang had removed his legs before he had woken up, leaving the stumps of his flesh legs fully visible, as well as exposing the man's underwear. Dr. Krankcase instantly froze. Not only did this mean he couldn’t attack, but this also meant that he had absolutely zero chance at escaping without facing the merciless wolf’s infernal wrath. To this realization, the doctor could only respond with an expression of pure horror. 

     “You were saying?” Wolfgang immediately seized the opportunity to tease his now shuddering victim by pulling the legs out from the shadows and gently carsessing them in a cocky and victorious manner.

     Promptly setting the legs back down, Wolfgang at last clapped together his hands. 

     “And now…” he purposefully dragged out for dramatic effect. “It’s time to dispose of the witness.”

     Dr. Krankcase, having had every ounce of valiance so cruelly washed out of him, could now only scream in mortal terror as a despairing attempt to save himself, as Wolfgang casually advanced and licked his chops. Suddenly understanding just exactly what the vicious wolf was planning to do with him from this small action alone, Dr. Krankcase began struggling within his restraints in vain in order to spare himself from this fate. Finally, Wolfgang came inches away from the man, before finally, he bent down, getting situated nicely on his knees, and, at long last, revealed to the doctor his maw.

     With every breath in and out the wolf took, Dr. Krankcase was able to feel each front of warm air being heaved directly onto his cheek. Wolfgang’s slick, heated tongue extended its way out of his maw, in order to sample the doctor upon the same cheek area. Dr. Krankcase could feel each minutia of movement as Wolgang’s sticky saliva was subsequently washed onto his bare skin.

     Momentarily retracting his tongue in order to relish in the taste, Wolfgang went back for yet another sample of that delectable, briney pickle taste present upon the man’s body, before, at last, he had had enough of the preambling. Stretching open his slimy, pink maw just as far as it could go before placing his two hands against either side of the doctor’s head, Wolfgang slowly guided the poor doctor across the air into his gaping maw, the chamber growing larger and larger and larger as the man’s gaze drew nearer, before, at long last, the impact was felt on both sides, and Wolfgang began salivating excessively as a result.

     With the man’s head lodged fully inside his maw, his iconic, very, very long top hat having folded in on itself so it could easily be squished against the maw’s rigged roof,  Wolfgang proceeded to glide his tongue out from under the cheek of the doctor, in order to fully examine his flavor before sending him down to his doom. Stroking the hot, slimy muscle up against the other cheek of Dr. Krankcase, slathering him even further with his sticky saliva, Wolfgang gave a pleased shudder as he simultaneously inched the poor doctor deeper into the chamber, easing him back and towards his gullet as a result.

     Now only able to watch as Wolfgang’s gullet stretched open, revealing the shadowy, deathly squeeze awaiting beyond, Dr. Krankase could sense himself being shoved even further in by Wolfgang, inching his head towards the gaping hole, and causing his top hat to bump against the wolf’s dangling uvula as a result.

     Wolfgang tilted his head back, in order to be aided in the swallow by gravity. Now holding the remainder of the man’s body up into the musky dungeon air, which had only been possible by unhooking the man’s chains from the wall and standing all the way up, Wolfgang could feel the doctor’s head being lodged inside the gullet, now merely waiting upon the first gulp.

     Dr. Krankcase on the inside could feel the warm walls squeezing in on him further before finally squelching him forth as a deep, squishy sound effect rattled all across the dungeon walls, leaving Wolfgang now able to fit the entirety of the man’s torso inside his maw, leaving only his leg stumps on the outside.

     The anthro wolf proceeded to give a satisfied sigh before placing his two hands upon the rather large bulge that the doctor’s head was making in his throat. Allowing the hands to remain in this position whilst he prepped himself for another swallow, Wolfgang could feel the bulge being shoved downwards on both the inside and the outside as he was finally able to close his maw on his prey’s remaining leg stumps, before finally, swallowing for a third and final time.

     Now with the entirety of the poor doctor’s being trapped within the utterly unforgiving mercy of the wolf’s digestive system, there was but simply nothing else left for Wolfgang to do except plop himself down against a dungeon wall, and merely enjoy the fruits of his labor. 

     Following the bulge of the man down before it disappeared behind his collarbone, Wolfgang knew that pretty soon, he was to feel the lower esophageal sphincter opening up, where the entirety of Dr. Krankcase’s form, minus of course his prosthetic legs, was to be squeezed through and into his stomach as such. 

     For now though, the doctor was still inside his esophagus, and this meant that the poor man could feel each and every single one of the tightening and squelching motions produced by the restraining, slick, and squishy esophageal walls around him as he inevitably succumbed to the consequences. Left with literally no other options except to be continuously squeezed down, poor Dr. Krankcase could just about feel his heart giving in once he was able to detect Wolfgang’s own throbbing heartbeat. It would then only be a few seconds later until the lower esophageal sphincter came into view.

     Wolfgang could feel the head of the mad scientist being squelched through the sphincter before the rest of his body followed suit moments later. As Dr. Krankcase splashed down into the awaiting pool of acids present within the borderline sweltering stomach chamber of Wolfgang, the anthro wolf on the outside received yet another pleased shudder tingling its way down his spine as his stomach proceeded to rapidly bulge forwards with a rumble. Wolfgang allowed his tongue to flop out of his mouth for the moment as he merely proceeded to enjoy the exquisite feeling of being so impossibly full. With his ginormous, gurgling gut shifting casually within his two hands, Wolfgang proceeded to rub and pat over the stretchy, taught, malleable form of the thing in pure ecstasy of the moment, whilst poor Dr. Krankcase on the inside shivered in mortal terror against the cushiony, hot, churning walls. He could tell that the acid level was rising, and that it would be any second now before he would start to be digested, and yet as the growling, glorping, sizzling chamber continued to pick up its pace of letting the acids trickle in, he still was not ready to accept his now practically inevitable fate. With tears streaming freely from both his eyes, Dr. Krankcase at last sensed a slight tingling around his lower to middle body, as that was the area currently submerged inside of the acids, since he couldn’t exactly prop himself up via the floor of the stomach whilst missing both of his legs.

     As time continued to march on, the doctor could sense that his clothes and top layer of skin were being churned into a goopy sort of mush, the cells and atoms therein being brutally melted away into chime. The man would soon begin losing his grip on his consciousness as the acids bore deeper and deeper into his skin and muscle layers, breaking into the epidermis and soon converting that, too, into a nutritious soup of cellular slush that was to be churned around inside the wolf’s stomach until it was homogenous, and then subsequently pumped through his intestines.

     Wolfgang could feel the rapidly dying form of the man slumping into the acid pool as it slid down his stomach wall and into the unforgiving, sloshing mixture therein. Blissfully giving a sigh before he suddenly felt something rising up in his throat, Wolfgang released the upcoming belch into the air, causing it to echo around the dungeon walls and subsequently, both of his ears.

     Giving a villainous chuckle before shifting his attention back towards his rotund gut, Wolfgang went right back to rubbing over the thing as it continued to melt layer after layer of Dr. Krankcase’s body into a sloppy goo, breaking down even the metal buttons on his shirt, the chains which he had been bound with, and, to the surprise of everybody except Wolfgang, of course, the glass inside the doctor’s goggles. Wolfgang’s stomach acid had overcome all of these materials, now melting them down without zero hesitation in his gut.

     Poor Dr. Krankcase had lost so many of his skin layers at this point that his body was now simply a stripped skeleton with a few glomps of flesh still stuck to him. It wouldn’t take very long, however, before the acids bore deep into the bone’s outer shell and began working through the inner layers as such. Stripping the floating, churning skeleton down from the sponge cartilage to the nutritious marrow within, now at last there was indeed nothing left of the doctor except a sloshing and churning soup of nutrients swirling inside of Wolfgang’s bulging stomach.

     The anthro wolf on the outside only continued to relish in his prize, as he took a glance over at the set of wooden legs he had left completely unharmed. He grinned. Now, whenever he fancied to take a glance at those things, he would become reminded of just how he had stripped those prosthetics from their owner, rendering them now nothing except a mere trophy for the villainous wolf.

     Now, there was only one thing the wolf had to do. Think up a plausible story of the doctor’s disappearance whilst on a full stomach. Luckily for Wolfgang, however, he had already been contemplating this step whilst waiting for the doctor to initially wake up. Sorting through each possibility whilst his stomach continued to rumble and glop in his hands, Wolfgang could suddenly sense the bulge shrinking, as the pylorus had opened up, and left the remains of Dr. Krankcase able to flow into his small intestine as a result. Wolfgang gave one last euphoric sigh as his stomach continued to diminish until it was just as large as it had been before the doctor’s entry. Finally, Wolfgang gave a victorious pat over his middle as he began considering what the best place to hide the wooden legs belonging to the late doctor was within the hideout. 

     Picking himself up off the floor before moving over towards the legs and folding them inwards, as to more easily transport them, Wolfgang uttered the secret exit password to the wall. Finally making his way through the now visible exit and beginning his journey up the spiral staircase as such, absolutely nothing but the utterly cathartic glee of total victory as well as the goopy remains of his former fellow Doomraider were flowing their way through his body as he did.

[massive-multiverse]

I hear there's a certain undead dragon who'd make a good doomraider. If she could be convinced to leave the skylanders that is.

"Hmm true"

[burnyan-the-random-fan]

Did some incorrect quote generator stuff

[benjaminthewolf]

Gulper Was Hungry (Vore Story)

Okay look, I’m not saying that they knew exactly what they were doing when they made this dude’s character trailer…but no, that’s exactly what I’m saying.

Also, we’ve had unaware preds, we’ve had unaware prey. But how about, if BOTH of them have no idea what’s actually going on? ‘Cause that’s exactly what we’ve got here!

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For a group of ruthless, merciless, and infamous master villains, the Doomraiders’ secret hideout that was the Golden Queen’s Palace, hidden deep within the sparkling sands of the desert, was actually rather well-organized and maintained, to the point where it functioned in the role of a house perhaps far greater than, well, an actual house.

Naturally, the second one walked in, their eyes would immediately be graced by the throne room, decorated lavishly with all the treasure, gems, and precious metals that the lot of the group had plundered from every single high, low, left, right, and corner of the Skylands over the years. Truly, a setting fit for their queen.

Lying beyond this ever grandiose display, however, were all of the necessary rooms, chambers, and the like that would be needed by such a divisive, evil group. Laboratories, dungeons, and vaults were all present of course, but what would any kind of good secret hideout be without all the just as equally needed bedrooms, bathrooms, and kitchen areas in order to provide for the evil residents within?

Thus, it would be that the day-to-day activities partaken within the hideout quite closely resembled those of the activities that any random law-abiding citizen would concern themself with in their simple lives. Especially when it came to be night. Each of the Doomraiders possessed their own bedroom, and as they all knew they had to maintain a sleep schedule in order to be on top of their game to defend their little possy whenever it became necessary, once the night came, each would wrap up their affairs, before groggily lumbering their way towards their rooms, utilizing their own designated bathrooms in order to get ready, before finally climbing into their beds. Just the same as any of the countless other residents who were not engaged with villainy, within their giant universe.

That is, however, with one single exception, as was the case on this particular night in the palace; that being, whenever the notoriously chubby, soda-loving sea slug that was that habitually brain-dead Gulper, began sleepwalking around the palace. Usually, this was never really a cause for alarm, as the great, blue blob of mass and fat was naturally rather slow, limiting his ability to do anything of real harm. As a result, all of the other members of the gang simply just assumed that as long as he didn’t do anything really, really, really stupid while sleepwalking, everything would be just fine.

As such, on this particular night as well, regardless or not of whether Gulper was going to be sleepwalking, none of the Doomraiders present in that palace suspected anything was to happen, and it was that single assumption, on that one, single night, that allowed for disaster to strike.

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Famed mad scientist Dr. Krankcase, the definite brains of the Doomraider body who provided the group with all the technological machinery and specialized knowledge they would need to successfully complete their missions, was somewhat able, through his subconscious instincts, to shift himself around in bed whilst he peacefully dozed away beneath the blankets, now having fallen into a state of deep sleep.

Due to the fact of the exceedingly secluded and protected nature of the hideout, he could, as such, afford to take off his prosthetic wooden legs at night so he may lay comfortably upon the mattress with his two little stumps out, rather than requiring some sort of specialized mattress that would ensure he could get himself up and out of the bed, just in case he somehow ended up getting jumped by the Skylanders.

Plus, due to the fact the Doomraiders did enjoy a relatively normal home dynamic, he held the privacy required as such to get away with not putting on any pajama pants to cover up said stumps, instead merely concealing himself with his underwear, and letting the blankets do the rest of the work for him, all this ensuring that despite his chosen life of crime, the blue-haired, green-skinned inventor was still able to sleep without any conceivable cares present in his being at all.

The slight breaths moving in and out of the contented doctor’s lungs could just barely be detected with the naked ear as the enveloping warmth of the blanket positively ensconced the villainous man inside the tranquility of his bed, whilst inside the midst of his subconscious mind, a dream was swiftly beginning to form.

Dr. Krankcase was, as a result, completely and utterly cut off from all of the present sights, sounds, smells, or anything else for that matter that pertained to the physical world around him; and while this did ensure he remained, for the most part, undisturbed, whilst his brain tirelessly labored away at constructing for the crazed doctor an undoubtedly refreshing rest, it also ensured that as the nearly equally despondent Gulper located just on the outside of his door mindlessly groped away at the hard wooden frame of the thing, (inevitably reaching the doorknob and leisurely sliding his way inside the room as such), the poor, slumbering doctor was just quite simply unable at all to do anything to prevent what was to happen next upon the blue, tubby sea slug gently bumping against his bed.

Gulper was in R.E.M. sleep as well, and this meant that he was merely operating within the realm of what he detected in his dream, with absolutely no capability to consider the external world. His fingers grasping gingerly onto the blankets, brushing against their soft, felted surface, Gulper was therefore inevitably to make it to the solid, barely moving form of the peacefully snoozing Dr. Krankcase within, and although he was equally unable to see, hear, or otherwise objectively examine the doctor within his dream, he was still able to take a whiff of his breath as it was heaved in and out, the resulting scent causing Gulper to subconsciously give a huge grin, as he slowly began to salivate, and give a lick across his chops.

“Mmmmmmm…….” he mindlessly mumbled out. “...pickle…”

Now that the presence of pickle smell had been solidified in his dream, it would only become natural what happened from there. Inside Gulper’s dream, upon the lightly covered platform-esque formation in front of him, lay a gigantic, fresh, crisp and delicious pickle, and one that Gulper was rather excited to thoroughly examine the taste of as a result.

His tongue dangling loosely from his mouth, Gulper’s salva began to drip down onto the blanket as it was carefully unwrapped from what lay within, a pickle in Gulper’s mind, but the still sleeping doctor in the real world.

Poor Dr. Krankcase was unable to do anything as the thick, blue fingers of the considerably more thick Gulper slowly unwrapped him from his blanketed paradise, before subsequently replacing that blanket with both of his hands, enveloping themselves around his being in a tight, inescapable grip that began to force the doctor out of his comfort zone, as his dream desperately attempted to put together the new facts of his surroundings in a way that made sense (well, as much as a dream even can make sense, of course,), whilst Gulper still blissfully reveled within his own. Slowly and carefully bringing what he still assumed to be a pickle closer and closer to his face, Gulper proceeded to get back under control his previously limp tongue, in order to extend its still dripping wet surface onto the deliciously salty-sour pickle, and douse its form with his saliva in order to soak up as much of that briney, exquisite flavor as was currently possible.

Feeling something warm, wet, and squishy get trailed across his face, Dr. Krankcase involuntarily twitched inside his dream as a sudden front of warm air was brushed onto his body.

Retracting the tongue back into his mouth for a few seconds, Gulper allowed for even more saliva to accumulate onto the slick, smooth muscle before sending it out once more allowing it to trail itself all across the middle of the pickle, thoroughly sopping its exterior, before working his way back up to its top end, and eventually running the thing across its very tip, that which exuded much more of a soft, fuzzy texture than was to be expected of a pickle, but Gulper really didn’t mind.

Meanwhile, Dr. Krankcase on the receiving end of it all was still unable to do anything as the tongue finished up with its initial stroking motions, ready at long last to begin the journey forth. Gulper extended his tongue as far as it would go as he gently placed the now softly groaning doctor onto its surface, the ever-present pickle taste radiating out from the middle of the muscle as Gulper continued to let his saliva pool inside his maw, the tongue eventually retracting its way inside, locking the dreaming doctor within, and prompting Gulper to start leaving the area, as he had basically nothing else he had to do inside this room.

It was at this point that Dr. Krankcase could finally sense enough consistent, boisterous ambiance, and change in the surroundings encircling him to be fully zapped into a fresh, and thoroughly fleshed out imaginary situation by his dream, so that the conditions around his body could finally get an explanation, if an entirely fabricated one. And unfortunately for the poor doctor within, once his brain had locked him into the dream, he was merely forced as such to operate within its confines, just as Gulper was inside his own, leaving the blue haired man completely ignorant as to what was actually happening around him, and severely limiting his ability to escape, as a result.

****

“Nnnnngh…” Dr. Krankcase groaned out in his dream, attempting to open up his eyes and figure out what the heck was going on. “...where am I?”

The first thing he was able to sense was the floor. Despite it feeling rather squishy and malleable in nature, it appeared as solid, ceramic plastic colored light pink, lying comfortably underneath a warm layer of water, that which swiftly and constantly flowed downwards towards a circular opening, leading to an enclosed, tube-shaped drop below. Dr. Krankcase was swiftly able to recognize the drop as that of one of those pipe-like slides that one would ride upon at a water park. He was currently lying on his chest in the starting area where one would put their innertube, or, depending on the size of the slide, just themself alone.

A searing, sharp whistle sound echoed itself throughout the area as Dr. Krankcase swiftly gazed up and behind him in panic, trying desperately to locate where that sound may have come from just in case it was of any danger to him. The sopping wet, blue-haired doctor wasn’t exactly sure what to feel once he received his answer, however, as his face swiftly morphed from one of in-the-moment terror, to one of considerable confusion, as he gazed curiously up at the faceless figure above.

An unknown, humanoid lifeguard stood just behind the doctor, holding a whistle in their mouth. Dr. Krankcase was just about to speak up and ask them what the heck was happening before the lifeguard took a step forwards, pointed forth at the tunnel, and made a gesture urging the doctor to go on.

It was right then and there that Dr. Krankcase remembered something…rather important. Something that halted the poor man dead in his tracks, locked up his form from horror, and caused his face to drain away much of its color, just before the suddenly desperate doctor began to positively screech out at the lifeguard, a cry which, unfortunately, due to the area that he was actually in, was not to be heard by anybody, certainly not the still blissfully unaware pickle-sampling giant Gulper, that existed on the outside of the dream.

“WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT!” he yowled out in alarm. “I-I DON’T HAVE MY LEGS ON! I DON’T HAVE MY LEGS ON!”

If only the poor doctor was even able to get a response. As he wasn’t able to keep himself above water for very long with just his two little stumps, Dr. Krankcase swiftly attempted to crawl his way out of the little starting area, and somehow, someway, despite being unable to walk or run, get the heck out of dodge. Unfortunately, however, the second he attempted to reach over the tiny walls of the starting area, something almost instantly shoved him downwards. He wasn’t sure if it was the lifeguard or gravity or what, but that barely even mattered, as the poor man thus found himself unable to get up as the heavy force of whatever was keeping him down squished further into his being, getting his back equally as slathered in wetness as the rest of his body. Dr. Krankcase assumed it to be some sort of invisible force, but in reality, it was merely Gulper’s tongue folding over itself, in order to more effectively examine the perceived pickle within.

Eventually, however, it became time for Gulper’s food to go further down towards its eventual destination, and as a result, the force of the tongue was lifted momentarily as Dr. Krankcase started to find himself getting pushed by the water flow towards the entrance of the tunnel. In reality, he was sliding down the slightly sloped surface of Gulper’s tongue, and, of course, in Gulper’s mind, as he felt something get lodged slightly inside of his gullet, he naturally imagined it to be the pickle, as he prepared himself to swallow it down all the way.

Dr. Krankcase began desperately flailing around as he attempted to fight his way out of the slide and save himself from possibly drowning inside the landing pool below. The absolutely hysteric man wasn’t exactly sure why the walls around him felt so squishy, and why they now seemed to be a lot tighter than he initially perceived, but regardless of why, he knew he needed to escape it, and as such, he began frantically struggling, wriggling around senselessly as he rapidly breathed in and out, doing his very, very best to resist. In the end, however, it just would not be enough.

Some sort of deep, squishy sound effect echoed itself inside of Dr. Krankcase’s ears as he suddenly felt his lower half and stumps getting squeezed into the area he assumed to be the slide, authough, in reality, it was the upper part of Gulper’s esophagus, the swallow finally freeing up the maw and tongue of the great sea slug on the outside, letting him give a pleasant sigh as he gently placed his hands over his great, protruding stomach, kneading and glomping the thing around in preparation for his meal to enter his guts, as the poor, terrified doctor within wildly pushed and shoved against the walls of what he thought to be a slide, panting and gagging as he was continuously squelched down. He was unsure why the walls of a ceramic, plastic slide were constricting his body like this, rhythmically forcing out their surface before retracting it again in a seemingly infinite pattern, but Dr. Krankcase couldn't care less about that. All he did care about was making it out of this situation alive, and to this end, he kept on fighting until he was able to hear his own heartbeat pounding itself around him seemingly outside of his body. This was, of course, because he was nearing Gulper’s stomach chamber, and was able to pick up all the sounds that emulated from deep within the chubby sea slug’s body as a result.

Then at last, the end of the slide came. Dr. Krankcase began hysterically crying out: “NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!” as the lower esophageal sphincter opened up, though of course it seemed to be more like that of a valve opening from his perspective, before he finally slid into the growling, squishy stomach chamber waiting from him below.

Gulper on the outside wasn’t able to hear any of the poor doctor’s cries as he felt his stomach filling up with what he thought was food, the somewhat heavy sensation of feeling something sloshing around inside being almost that of heavenly for him as he only continued to rub over his guts while mindlessly sleepwalking around the palace, ending up making it to the kitchen after a while. Naturally, he was able to sense all the wafty odors coming from the fridge, and began to subconsciously maneuver over towards it as such.

Meanwhile, on the inside of Gulper’s stomach, poor Dr. Krankcase was hysterically fighting for his life as he fruitlessly banged his fists against the walls of the chamber he was in, positively hyperventilating from the stress, absolutely convinced that if he didn’t find a way out, quite soon, he was going to die.

The slick, churning organ gurgled and growled around him as he began heating up dramatically, partially from his own terror over the situation, and partially because of the heat that was naturally present within one’s guts, the poor man continued loosing control over himself, punching and clawing in vain at the pink, goopy walls whilst Gulper on the outside remained completely and utterly oblivious to any and all of the doctor’s struggles. Mindlessly opening up the fridee, he gently grabbed hold of the very first item he felt, and, with absolutely zero hesitation whatsoever, promptly shoved it into his maw.

“Mmmmm…cheese…” he mumbled to himself as he softly chewed on the slice.

“HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP! SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF HERE!” Dr. Krankcase continued to screech deep inside the stomach, not even aware that Gulper had begun to subconsciously scavenge through the fridge at this point, which would, of course, cause a few mushy globs of chewed up food to come raining down upon him as a result.

Everything from the aforementioned cheese, to carrots, to steak came raining down upon the trapped man as Gulper ravenously scoured the fridge. This, of course, would cause the large, squishy organ to pick up its activity even further, viciously tossing and churning around Dr. Krankcase within, thus leaving him only with the option of panicking even harder, as each and every single cell in his body desperately yowled out for survival inside the hot, squishy walls, knowing very, very well that any and all hope to get out of this place was growing increasingly null.

Things only worsened for the despairing doctor the moment Gulper was finally able to grab ahold of his one and only true love in this life laying far at the back of the fridge, soda. Rapidly chugging the stuff down with absolutely zero cares in the world, poor Dr. Krankcase within was only able to think that this sudden entrance of liquids inside the organ was even more water flooding into the enclosed chamber in order to finish him off. The cruelest part of the situation was only yet to come, however, as the bubbly, carbonated gas inside the drink slowly began to bunch together into bubbles, eventually coalescing into one great mass, before finally floating its way up the still gobbling Gulper’s throat, destined to release itself out into the world beyond in a deep, echoing belch. Though the stomach had given the air right of way to go out, it had absolutely not given the same to the still struggling doctor as he continued to push viciously against the walls. Indeed, had the thick, simmering stomach gotten its way, it would’ve been excessively probable that the desperate doctor locked deep inside of the porty sea slug’s guts probably would not have escaped that night. Quite fortunately for him, however, despite having ended up in such a disparaging situation, it did seem that, currently, lady luck was feeling rather bad for the man, and decided as a result to throw him a bone.

****

Wolfgang had absolutely not gotten out of bed tonight because he heard any disturbances coming from outside his room. No. Though Wolfgang, just like everyone else in the palace, was well aware of Gulper’s sleepwalking antics, they similarly never thought them to be too much of an issue, and as such, simply let them slide. Instead, what had brought the bipedal wolf out of the comfort of his blankets and out into the nightly world beyond, was, well, his sudden bodily need to use the bathroom.

Groaning softly to himself as he groggily rubbed his eyes, Wolfgang would be required to cross the floors of the kitchen in order to reach the nearest bathroom, and began weary wobbling his way over there as such. The villainous music-loving wolf wasn’t expecting anyone else to be up at this hour, of course, but, oddly enough, with each step he took that got him closer to the kitchen, the more the distant, somewhat negligible murmurings of what appeared to be pure, undistilled terror switly made its way up to the still sleepy wolf’s brain, causing him to progressively take note of them as a result.

Eventually, however, Wolfgang’s critical thinking re-activated, and nearly the exact second he did, he almost instantly halted in his tracks as his ears perked upwards and angled towards the commotion, causing him to discern even more context from the available information at hand as a result. It was indeed true that someone appeared to be in grave danger, however, who exactly that someone was would naturally dictate heavily the method in which Wolfgang chose to engage. If it had been an intruder who was caught by a security booby-trap, then he would most likely alert the others first before going up to the trapped one in question. However, since Wolfgang was swiftly able to realize that he did indeed know this voice personally, he thus had to get in there and help as fast as he physically could, for potentially losing any member of the team, particularly one who played such a vital role as Dr. Krakcase would be horrendously detrimental to the Doomraiders as a whole.

Practically sprinting down the hallway as his body rapidly pumped adrenaline through his veins in order to wake him up, Wolfgang was quickly able to recognize that there wasn't only one voice present in the kitchen, there were two. He was also able to recognize that the one making rather pleased murmuring noises was indeed The Gulper, causing him to become considerably confused as he neared the kitchen area. Was Gulper doing something to the doctor? Was this a case of rebellion? Wolfgang needed to find out. Aggressively skidding to a stop as soon as he entered the kitchen, the panting bipedal wolf was almost instantly able to spot Gulper, but was rather lost as to where Dr. Krankcase’s cries could be coming from. The door to the fridge was wide open, and the light blue sea slug seemed to be all but helping himself to the contents within, but…how was any of this connected with the cries coming from the-

Wolfgang’s body froze, as all of a sudden, he realized via the audio context clues where Dr. Krankcase was right now. Cautiously pacing up to The Gulper as the shock only continued to settle in, Wolfgang was swiftly able to tell that Gulper was asleep, and had most likely been sleepwalking whenever the poor doctor had got inside. He also knew that given how much the heavy-set slug was eating, however he came across Dr. Krankcase, he had most likely assumed him to be food as well, and naturally devoured him as such.

The poor canine couldn’t help but shudder as all the subsequent implications began rushing through his brain. He knew he had to get Dr. Krankcase out of there, but how? Gulper, especially when he was relying only on instincts, absolutely did not take kindly to being interrupted when eating, and that combined with the fact he held the weight advantage made it almost impossible for Wolfgang to fight the slug head-on. Somehow, he needed to get Gulper to throw the doctor up without pissing him off. But…well…how?

Wolfgang began fervently racking his brain for any possible ideas of what to do as Dr. Krankcase within only continued to yowl and screech with terror for his very life, something which forced even the power-hungry, cold-hearted villain to shed a single tear. Wolfgang was just about to resort to waking up The Golden Queen so she could decide what to do, until things almost instantly took a turn for the worst.

Gulper had subconsciously sensed the presence of the wolf at this point, however, just as he did with the doctor, it had not been via anything other than detecting the scent upon his breath. Just as Dr. Krankcase had appeared to the dreaming sea slug to be a pickle, Wolfgang was similarly a steak, and this would naturally cause him to leisurely turn himself around, and before the still pondering wolf even knew what was happening, grasp a firm hold upon his being.

Wolfgang let out a rather terrified yelp as he began to realize just what exactly was happening to him. Taking in a huge breath of oxygen in order to try and escape this via rational means, Wolfgang wasn’t even able to let said breath out before Gulper himself brought out his tongue, and subsequently doused the front half of the wolf in his saliva similar to how he did with the doctor not too long ago. Wolfgang’s body instinctively shuddered as Gulper thoroughly examined his taste.

Allowing the exquisite flavor of medium-rare steak to flutter upon his taste buds before Wolfgang could attempt to do anything to free himself, Gulper’s maw was wide open in front of him, causing the poor wolf to gasp as he realized what this might mean for him if he didn’t think of something quick.

As his front half was placed cleanly onto Gulper’s tongue, the still sleeping sea slug calmly maneuvered his hands so they were grasping onto the anthro wolf’s legs, thus leaving Wolfgang on the inside able to move his arms, but barely by any significant amount.

Wolfgang’s body began rapidly heating up due to a combination of the circumstances and his own mortal terror as the ever-present screeches being emited from the awaiting chamber below only further heightened his senses. This, of course, left him very sensitive to each and every one of the slight tongue movements Gulper would make upon gently swishing the muscle around Wolfgang’s underside, causing his body to spasm the moment he realized Gulper was lifting the muscle up in order to push him back towards his gullet, leaving him destined to share the fate of the doctor and be gulped down into the stomach.

Wolfgang, however, was rather conscious of what was happening to him, something Dr. Krankcase within couldn’t say, and as a result, was swiftly able to take notice of the plump, dangling uvula hanging right above the unconscious sea slug’s throat. It was then that Wolfgang realized what he needed to do.

Using what little space he still had inside the maw to move his right arm around in front of him instead of having it locked at his side, Wolfgang couldn’t help but give a slight sigh upon realizing what was just about to happen next.

“...I almost want to feel bad for you, Gulper…” he mumbled to himself under his breath. “But in the end, this really was your fault.”

****

“PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DON’T TELL GOLDEN QUEEN! GULPER BEGS YOU! IF GOLDEN QUEEN FIND OUT GULPER ATE A TEAM MEMBER AND ALMOST ATE ANOTHER, I-IT’S DOWN TO THE DUNGEON FOR…PROBABLY A FEW WEEKS!”

Gulper positively wailed out to Wolfgang while folding his hands into a begging position in an attempt to get a promise out of the rather sopping-wet wolf.

“YEAH, I AM VERY WELL AWARE OF THAT, GULPER!” Wolfgang aggressively snarled back as he proceeded to fiercely doggy-shake the majority of the saliva off his fur. “BUT GIVEN HOW MUCH YOU’RE YELLING RIGHT NOW, YOU’RE PROBABLY GOING TO WAKE HER UP ON YOUR OWN ANYWAY!”

“OMPH!” Gulper swiftly yelped out as he slapped both hands over his mouth.

Heaving out a great sigh and rolling his eyes, Wolfgang swiftly gazed down at the ever-shaking doctor on the floor, who still seemed to be processing what exactly had just happened to him, as he aggressively shuddered and twitched. A rather torrential tear flow was gushing out of his eyes as he occasionally whimpered and sniffed.

“Now, look, Gulper, I can only speak for myself here, but I’m pretty sure that no matter how many times you say sorry, this guy over here is going to be FAR too traumatized to forgive you!”

“...Gulper knows that…”

“SO, why don’t we just cut the crap here and focus on making sure this never happens again?”

Gulper cocked his head in slight confusion as Wolfgang bent down over the still sobbing doctor in order to make sure he wasn’t physically injured as well. “D-Does Wolfgang mean…”

“Yes. First thing in the morning, I’m going out to find some sleepwalking prevention blankets for you!”

Gulper’s eyes suddenly began to widen as the implications behind what Wolfgang was talking about began to settle in. “B-But if Wolfgang is to do that…”

“...*sigh*...okay look. I know you don’t want to end up in the dungeon! I get it! Okay? So how about this? I will tell The Golden Queen that I’m super mad you ended up eating my medium-rare steak when you slept walked, and I will use THAT as the reason I am going to get the bankets!”

“Ah, okay, that make sense to Gulper.”

“BUT-”

“AAA-”

Wolfgang took a long, intimidating pause before speaking again. “I cannot promise that this guy here won’t decide to tell ol’ Queenie the truth once he’s recovered! So as soon as he’s once again able to make that decision, I will have a talk with him and attempt to bribe him out of bringing up the truth if necessary, but I can’t guarantee it’ll work. Understand?”

Gulper silently nodded his head.

“Good. Now, there’s still a chance I might be able to get him to edit the story so that it doesn’t involve me if I can’t get a full bribe out of him, but still, that’s also not a guarantee.”

“...what will Wolfgang do if he can’t get a bribe at all?” Gulper inquisitively asked as the anthro wolf carefully picked up the still quivering doctor from the floor in order to carry him back to his room.

“...then you owe me big time, Gulper. However, we'll talk about that when the time comes! For now…”

Wolfgang made sure he maintained eye contact with The Gulper as he began walking backwards into the hall. “...I’ve gotta get this guy back to bed.”

Gulper nodded solemnly as Wolfgang disappeared from sight. The large, food-loving sea slug was thus left with absolutely nothing else to do but stand there in silence as the reality finally set in. Either he was just barely going to be able to dodge a bullet, or else it was down to the dungeon for him. Gulper gave a great sigh as he solemnly turned around and began to make his way back to his bedroom. In the end, only time would tell.

Meanwhile, with the still rapidly breathing Dr. Krankcase in arms, Wolfgang merley scoffed. “...if this guy doesn’t accept my bribes then I’ll just tell Queenie that the fat blue lug threatened me with violence if I didn’t keep what happened a secret. She’ll definitely believe me over him.”

Rolling his eyes whilst a humongous sigh slowly escaped his chest, Wolfgang shook his head.

“...regardless of what happens from here, all I do know for certain is that from now on, that chubby thief will no longer be able to snag up my steak!”

Wolfgang smirked. “And ya know what? Right now, that’s more than good enough for me.”

[mellowmilktea]

What does this mean the translation on TikTok isn’t right I think is it some Russian meme I don’t know what it means help please 🙏

[foximator-blog]

Skytober Day 17: Villain

I am once again going to say that Mesmeralda will always be the Magic Doomraider in my heart.

The og Skytober post:

[musekicker]

Kind of darker “evil wins” au drabble thingy with Pop and Wolfgang. Slight season 2 spoiler but nothing really outright spoiler.

The fall of Skylanders Academy was an event that Pop Fizz would never forget. How could he? The last twenty years of his life had been there. And the connections he made there were valuable to him. He had friends. Some he no longer knew the fate of currently.

And his freedom was taken fairly soon after the academy’s fall. Some may call him foolish for it, but as an professor he did everything he could to make sure cadets were able to escape first before he even worried about himself.

Pop might had stood more of a chance in a fight with Wolfgang if he hadn’t had some back up with some of the other Doomraiders too.

In the end he was taken down and the true nightmare began for him.

Even before Wolfgang spoke out, claiming Pop for himself, Pop knew what was going to happen to him. None of the Doomraiders seemed shocked by it either. Made Pop wonder just what Wolfgang said to the other Doomraiders about him.

That had to be at least months ago. At least Pop hoped it was merely months and not years. The thought that such a long time could had passed in this nightmare was depressing. But then, a lot of things were depressing to him these days.

He wore a set of metal cuffs with small, dull spikes decorating them. The collar he wore was in the same style of his cuffs.

Decorative and functional.

All were tight and locked on. Pop had no idea where the key to them was kept. Hardly his highest concern though. There were other things on his mind.

His cage was located in Wolfgang’s own room. A fact that worried Pop a lot more then he let on. It also wasn’t the most fun of locations given Wolfgang was one to snore loudly when he slept.

Pop tried not to sleep when he was around anyways. He was afraid to.

Attempts at trying to bribe Pop into some form of acceptance of this situation were strewn about the room. Mostly music related objects though there was the occasional parts for more inventing pursuits.

Pop ignored it all. He was not about to take part in these attempts to tame him to this life. And he was not going to make anything easier for Wolfgang.

It was another depressing day, Pop sitting in the corner of his cage when Wolfgang entered the room. Pop did not look up. Not acknowledging his captor pissed Wolfgang off. And Pop knew that. He also didn’t care.

The werewolf frowned, noting there was no signs of Pop having touched any of the items given to him. Nor had he seemed to have touched his food.

“Still not cooperating are you?” Wolfgang asked.

Pop almost glared at Wolfgang as a response. But he managed to keep his head down.

Wolfgang sighed, as if he was being some sort of patient benefactor dealing with someone who was being unreasonably stubborn.

“Your quiet treatment isn’t going to help you either you know.” Wolfgang said.

Pop still did not reply. He still refused to meet Wolfgang’s gaze. Even when Wolfgang unlocked and opened his cage door. He did cringe just a bit.

“Get out of there.”

Pop refused to move. An small defiance that he knew would get him nowhere.

The werewolf growled slightly before his patience ran out.

Wolfgang’s hand reached into the cage. Pop scrambled as far back as he could further back into the cage and away from Wolfgang’s hand. His back hit the back of the cage and he could go no further.

Nowhere else to go, It was not hard for Wolfgang to grab ahold of Pop by the ears and drag him out of the cage. Pop yelped at the assault on his sensitive ears.

“Stop, stop stop! You’re hurting me!” Pop cried, unable to hold back from saying anything this time.

Wolfgang sat down on the bed, and placed Pop onto his lap. That just made Pop struggle more.

“Maybe this will make you feel better.” Wolfgang said.

He started to scratch behind Pop’s ears then. Wolfgang started at a slow and steady pace

Of course Wolfgang would remember that his ears were a sensitive area to both pain and pleasure. He had hoped that information that was learned a in another time when they were friends, almost something else, would be forgotten. Clearly it had not been.

The scratching sensation felt so good. And Pop couldn’t resist leaning into the touch. He hated how easily this feeling had its sway on him. Making it hard to even think of struggling free.

“Good pet.” Wolfgang said

The praise broke through Pop’s near bliss and he narrowed his eyes.

“Not your pet!” Pop managed to snarl.

He attempted to pull away from Wolfgang’s touch. Wolfgang did not let him. He pulled Pop Fizz back close

“Where do you think you’re going? I’m not done with you yet.” Wolfgang said sternly.

Pop tried to bite Wolfgang then. His teeth sunk into fur and skin in a satisfying way.

Wolfgang howled in pain and jerked back from Pop. Pop jumped off of Wolfgang’s lap and headed towards the door.

Sadly Wolfgang recovered from the bite quickly in a fluid wolf movement he was in front of Pop, blocking the door. Pop backed away a bit, expecting a swipe or grab. Instead Wolfgang yelled at him.

“Why are you fighting me? I saved you!” Wolfgang cried.

Pop laughed then, a tint of bitterness to it. He stop when he saw the pained expression on Wolfgang’s face.

“Oh wow. You actually believe what you said there, don’t you? You actually think that all this is better than whatever else was going to happen?” Pop said.

“Yes I do! You either would have been dead or had your light eaten in the end.” Wolfgang cried.

“And why didn’t you just let that happen then?” Pop asked.

Pop knew why. And Wolfgang must have known he knew because he didn’t answer the question. Instead he carefully approached Pop.

“You’re safer here than with anyone else. And i’m going to take good care of you, okay? So just calm down and-”

Pop considered doing something rash. Either attacking Wolfgang though he had no chance of winning, or trying to make a break for the door though it was probably locked. Anything to undo this tension knot in his stomach.

Then he thought of something better.

“Tell me what happened to all my friends.” Pop said.

Wolfgang paused a moment in puzzlement.

“Why? It’s not like you can help any of them.” Wolfgang said.

“I know that. Just… I need to know.” Pop said, a hint of a quiver to his voice.

Wolfgang thought about it a moment.

“Okay. But only after you eat something.”

Pop nodded. It was an acceptable payment for information that he might need someday. Escape was probably not going to happen anytime soon. But he would try.  And keep trying until he made it.

He was just hoped he could do it before he could get use to this set up.

Before it became all he would ever know again.

[skylaverse]

(SPOILERS) “Spyromania” episode review

so here’s a thing im doing on this acc, giving reviews for each episode of season 2 of skylanders academy! the first episode being “Spyromania”, so just a warning a spoiler alert WILL be in place!! now let’s get on with the review:

tbh i didn’t really like this episode. i feel like it didn’t fit a season premiere, espically from that cliffhanger from season 1. but what i did like was the new intro. ive been waiting for a new academy intro for awhile and when it finally came it did not disappoint! i also liked bombshell in this ep, and how spyro now has impenetrable scales. the fight scene between them two was much better than last seasons fights. also the doomraiders were great in this ep, and when kaos did that thing in the jail with his powers, that got was really intense. and chompy mage loosing his pupet and finding it in the same ep was kinda dumb. but idk, maybe that’s just because i just don’t like him? who knows. overall, this ep was okay imo. i had hope for it to get better as it went on, and trust me, it did!!

[grizabellasolo]

LOL I lived in Japan when Pokémon was first released. I still have some of my Japanese cards. I also saw the first Pokémon movie and got the limited release Mew figurine and the card. Fuck if I know where they’re at now.

My ten year old and I play Pokémon Go, wig out over Star Wars and Marvel movies.

However, he enjoys Minecraft and I am... ambivalent to the game.

Yet I will let him talk my ear off about creepers and building and the magic tools and whatnot because he’s excited to share his world with me. My oldest nephew loves skylanders and yokai and literally will not shut up about them and my youngest nephew loves Baby Shark in all its languages (apparently there’s a Korean one, a Spanish one and a Japanese one...?).

LISTEN to your kids. Whether they’re actually yours or related to you or just kids you happen to babysit, they want to share their likes with you. I have had all I can take with skylanders but when my nephew comes up to me and tells me about what the doomraiders did to the school in whatever video he’s watching, I will listen.

Why?

Because it’s a BFD to them.

If it’s a BFD to them, it should be a BFD to you too.

I was in 1st/2nd grade grade when the big Pokémon boom of the late 90s-early 00s happened. It was HUGE. Every kid was into it and we’d watch the show and play pretend and collect the cards and bring our game boys to school to trade Pokémon during recess. I was lucky to have supportive parents, but I remember how teachers and other adults would scoff and say how tired they were of Pokémon, how annoying and juvenile it was and how they couldn’t wait for us to “get over it already”. I might have been young, but I still remember how much these kinds of comments bummed me out. Why in the world are we being mean to little kids who like Fortnite

[mellowmilktea]

Okay I decided I will turn her into my persona but I actually like wolf gang so this makes no sense now 😭

[mellowmilktea]

Stupid sketch I did of a ship 😅 can someone come up with a ship name I don’t know one 😭

[mellowmilktea]

Drew them again I think it’s easier for me to draw wolfgang then golden queen but I tried 😭

[benjaminthewolf]

Evil Never Triumphs (Vore Story)

THIS IS VERY VERY VERY VERY LONG! LIKE, 11 GOOGLE DOCS PAGES LONG!

Don’t worry though, setup and payout are pretty much equal, six pages to five.

(I hope sincerely that “view post” is on both the mobile and browser versions of Tumblr…)

WARNING: BLOOD, DIGESTION, HEAVILY IMPLIED FATAL!

This is basically the “bad ending” of the story, BUT, a good ending will be posted completely separate of this, so no it won’t have the 11 pages of prior context on it in the post. I preface that, because “heavily implied fatal” leaves the door open to a rescue scenario, and what’s the next logical step after you rescue someone who was almost killed by digestion? Why, healing vore of course! So make sure you stay tuned for that!

Also, hey, I finally wrote another furry pred, so…yay!

****

“All clear!” Dr. Krankcase called out to Wolfgang behind him as he gazed intently around the corner. There didn’t appear to be anything down this particular stony passageway, and despite the fact this was a very large and interconnected cave system, there wasn’t exactly anywhere that an intruder could be hiding, so unless Kaos had managed to recruit a minion with the ability to turn invisible, for now, the two of them were safe.

The moment that the academy got the signal of trouble inside the caves of the Molekin, one having even reported hearing the iconic sound of Kaos’ laughter echoing around the tunnels, Master Eon had naturally alerted that any Skylanders who were currently near the area should go check it out immediately. It just so happened to be that the two former Doomraiders Wolfgang and Dr. Krankcase had been hanging around the region at the same time the distress signal was received. Thus, onwards the two of them scouted, making their way deeper and deeper, down into the dark.

However, as had been rationally suspected by the two reformed villains, knowing quite well the habits of the little, bald man, they were not, in fact, down here alone. Peering with a rather furrowed brow through the magic portal-hole that constantly kept an eye on the two Skylanders, Kaos gave a scowl.

“Out of all the ones who could have come…” he murmured to himself under his breath. He still remembered getting mercilessly betrayed by the Doomraiders when they were still an active villain group, only to have them kidnap him again so that they could go into the future via his portal master magic as a part of their plans, and held a rather visceral hatred for all its former members as such. “...don’t you think I forgot getting trapped in that stupid goo barrel of yours…” he continued on rambling while glaring at Dr. Krankcase through the portal. “...and then having that stupid fleabag right next to ya scoop me up and use me like a toy in order to get his way- HEY, GLUMSHANKS, DID I TELL YOU TO STOP STIRRING?”

“Y-YES LORD KAOS, I MEAN- NO LORD KAOS, OF COURSE NOT! OF COURSE-” Glumshanks, Kaos’ tall, lean, green-skinned troll minion who was the singular voice of reason that the shrimpy, deranged portal master ever had in close proximity to himself, frantically stuttered out as he instantly went right back to stirring around the giant bubbling mixture of Kaos’ newest evil plot that lay slightly simmering inside a gigantic, black cauldron whilst using a comically large spoon and standing on top of a rickety, wooden ladder in order to be able to reach it all in the first place.

“SILENCE, FOOL!” Kaos aggressively snapped back. “Now, where was I? Oh yeah!”

Evilly rubbing his hands together whilst gazing excitedly into the portal, the stubby, bald dark portal master let out a soft chuckle to himself, before the inevitable villain monologue at last began to flow.

“They all think that after I failed to evilize Mount Cloudbreak, petrified darkness would be useless to me! WELL THEY’D BE WRONG!” Confidently turning around in order to face his pot once more, Kaos let a cruel, toothy grin seep its way across his face as poor poor Glumshanks only continued to lose the remaining feeling in his arms.

“THIS TIME, THIS TIME, I have FINALLY managed to distill down this stuff, INTO ITS MOST PURE AND EVIL FORM! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Gleefully whipping out of his pocket a medical syringe that was filled all the way to the brim with the stuff, Kaos gently caressed the thing in his hands.

“Oooooooohhhhhh….” he sensually shuddered out as he glanced back over at the portal, his eyes practically locked upon Wolfgang whilst he and Dr. Krankcase ventured further into the cave. “...and here we do indeed have THE PERFECT TEST SUBJECT! GLUMSHAAAAAAAAAAANKS!”

“Y-YES LORD KAOS?” Glumshanks called out from his position above the ladder.

“You can stop stirring now! My other minions will know how to handle it from here!”

Glumshanks, though he wished to a downright painstaking degree to feel relieved, was quite simply unable to be so as he shakily set the comically large spoon down upon the brim of the pot. Fumbling precariously with his arms as he desperately attempted to use every single last bit of strength left within them to haul himself down the ladder, the moment he finally touched ground, the poor troll literally collapsed to the floor, losing consciousness almost instantly, taking him fully out of the picture for the moment as a result.

At the sight of this fiasco, Kaos could only scoff before turning, again, back towards the portal. If everything went well, this little experiment could have potentially GINORMOUS ramifications, and it all boiled down to this.

“As long as those idiots remember what I trained them for…” Kaos mumbled to himself whilst keeping close watch on both the former villains. “Then I might just, FINALLY, have a single chance at last!”

****

Dr. Krankcase’s iconic wooden spider legs scuttled their way across the cold, stone floor as the two former Doomraiders apprehensively moved forth through the tight, underground passageway. In order for Kaos’ plans for the two of them to work, at this point it was imperative for them to somehow be separated down there.

Thankfully, however, it was indeed for that particular reason why the bald-headed, eensey-weensey little villain had chosen this particular cave in the first place. Not with these two specifically in mind, of course, the overall plan would work regardless of who came in, just as long as it was two or more people, but regardless, Wolfgang and Dr. Krancase were the two who had answered the distress call, and as a result, the plans would now have to be adapted specifically for them and their abilities.

“Looks like the tunnel splits paths here.” Wolfgang growled under his breath. “That might mean we’ll have to split up.”

Narrowing his eyes as he gazed attentively down one of the passageways, Dr. Krankcase eventually nodded his head in agreement.

“Yeah, yeah, they go in completely different directions. We’ll have to strike it out on our own.”

Wolfgang gave a scowl. “Alright then, but you do remember what the emergency call is just in case there’s foul play involved, right?”

“Of course, it was… ‘Scrump Muffin’, yes?” Dr. Krankcase calmly replied, with a rising hint of humor in his voice.

“Yeah, since if you just hear me screaming ‘help’, you can’t really know if it was actually me or not, but something like that?”

“Oh yes, absolutely.”

Wolfgang smirked. “Heh, if somethin’ actually does happen after we break, those poor enemies are gonna be in for a surprise.”

The two reformed villains jovially shared a casual bout of laughter with each other, before at last, it was time for them to get going.

“Alright. Welp. I’ll see you on the other side I suppose.” Dr. Krankcase concluded with a nod as he began to make his way down the right passageway.

“Eh, just as long as neither o’us have to scream out ‘Scrump Muffin’, of course.” Wolfgang responded soon after.

Still rather amused over their chosen emergency phrase, the two Skylanders only continued to chortle to themselves as they at last parted ways, Wolfgang being naturally able to see in the dark, whilst the wooden-legged doctor utilized the light emulating from the canisters upon his goo guns to look around.

“I know I can go pretty fast on these babies…” Dr. Krankcase noted to himself, referring of course to his legs. “I just hope that Wolfgang can manage to achieve the same…”

****

“Is he here yet?”

“Do you see him?”

“SHHHHHH! YOU’RE GONNA GIVE OUR POSITION AWAY!”

“Oh…sorry!”

Kaos’ troll minions chattered amongst themselves inside the left passageway as they awaited in the dark for one of the two Skylanders to walk obviously into their trap. Knowing that the both of them would naturally be on high alert, the trolls had all drunk an invisibility potion before getting into place, ensuring that the naked eye had absolutely zero chance of detecting them. Thus, within the middle of the passageway they stood, silent and at the ready for the inevitable fight to ensue.

The trolls had no idea which of the former villains were coming down their path, but it ultimately didn’t matter, as long as it was one of them, the plan would continue just fine. Knowing that they were listening for either the sound of footsteps or scuttling, the trolls strained their ears. Thus, as soon as the unmistakable light plodding of Wolfgang’s feet began to echo throughout the walls, the trolls silently nodded amongst themselves. Perfect. Kaos had told them that Wolfgang was the ideal test subject, and low and behold, here he was.

Knowing due to their training what they needed to do next, the trolls thus proceeded to tighten up their muscles in preparation to strike whilst keeping their eyes locked tight on the bipedal wolf trodding forth. It would not be very long, however, before Wolfgang swiftly stopped dead in his tracks.

And it was right then and there, upon what the former evildoer did next, that the trolls came to a realization. As while the reformed wolf sure was the perfect test subject for this evilizing serum, he was absolutely not, the perfect target for an ambush, a fact which, in the end, boiled down to one, simple fact. Wolfgang’s sense of smell.

“Something smells… off, here.” the two legged wolf mumbled to himself whilst ferociously sniffing the air. “Almost like…”

The trolls forcefully suppressed a sudden gasp of shared panic, as they at last understood that their time was finally up.

“TROLLS!” Wolfgang snarled out whilst using his Skylander magic to make his bone-harp appear in his hands. He had chosen his harp over his bow because the cave was a very enclosed space, and he would need to attack multiple enemies at the same time if he were to get out of here successfully. “AWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Allowing his howl to reverberate around the cave, compounding in upon itself before at last reaching the trolls’ ears, the group of enemies at last gave in as they collectively gave an searing cry of pain from the anthro wolf’s attack, the musical note for pain echoing around inside their eardrums as Wolfgang went on to make use of his claws to slice the trolls into submission upon the floor. Despite their blood being invisible too, the unmistakable metallic tang practically emulated off the bodies as the poor, defeated minions let out wincing groans of agony before they at last disappeared into visible piles of experience orbs, that which were casually absorbed into Wolfgang’s body as a result.

Once he was sure that there were no more enemy trolls around, Wolfgang gave a scoff.

“Didn’t even manage to land a hit. How pathetic.”

Allowing his bone-harp to disappear back into hammerspace, Wolfgang began to think.

“...alright then. Trolls. What could that mean?” he mumbled to himself whilst placing a finger under his chin. “Well there was a report of Kaos’ voice down here, and he has used trolls as minions in the past, so…”

Upon at last fully comprehending just what this might mean, Wolfgang made his bone-harp re-appear in his hands.

“...*tisc* I have no idea what that hairless, empty-skulled fool is thinking about doing this time, but-”

“HEY, ‘FOOL’ IS MY WORD, YOU THIEF!”

Wolfgang’s heart instantly leaped to the sky as he rapidly attempted to pinpoint the exact origin of that cry. “WOAH!” he instinctively called out in his shock.

“Woah is right, my former furry friend. For it is I! Kaos. Who has arrived here to- HEY! WHAT THE-”

Instantly switching his harp for his bow before using one of the arrows to pin Kaos against the wall via his cloak, Wolfgang promptly slammed his fist around the miniature villain’s throat, before giving a deep growl.

“Comin’ in to clean up your minions' mess after such a pitiful display, hmm?” he rumbled out directly into Kaos’ ear. “Well I frankly don’t care WHAT kinds of dirty tricks you’ve got up your sleeve, THIS TIME, when we trap you somewhere, YOU STAY TRAPPED IN THERE, DO YOU HEAR?”

“UH..OH UH-I MEAN-I-!” Kaos began frantically stuttering as he attempted to reach into his right cloak pocket without it seeming too conspicuous. “WELL YOU SEE, I-YA!” As the seconds ticked by, only that final cry out of the infamous portal master’s mouth had managed to echo its way around the tightened, cavern walls, as the grip around his throat was slowly released out of horror.

Wolfgang’s heart froze. He knew he had just been hit by something. That much he knew. His pupils dilated ‘till they strained as a single tear began to well up inside his eye. “Wh-what…what did you just do to me?” he softly whimpered out.

Tossing to the side the now empty syringe, Kaos promptly tore the arrow off the wall and out of his cloak, allowing him to move freely again, as the poor bipedal wolf began rapidly wincing in agony, whilst tensely grimacing upon the floor.

“It's over now, wolfie…” Kaos teasingly stated. “That was liquified darkness that I just injected into your blood. There’s no way for you to resist it. You might as well just give it up now.”

Upon being delivered this information, Wolfgang gave a yip, as the gears within his head that still held the capacity to function began rapidly turning.

“...y-you mean you were TRYING to get up close to me?”

Kaos let a seering, cruel grin creep across his face, whilst giving the poor wolf a nod. “Oh…but yes…yes I did!”

“And you…did you…DID YOU LEAVE THOSE TROLLS THERE JUST TO BE BAIT?”

Kaos almost instantly theatrically threw back his head. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YES, YES! FINALLY FIGURED IT OUT, FOOL, HAVEN’T YOU?”

Able to feel the darkness deeply infiltrating his veins as he sputtered, coughed, and spat, poor Wolfgang’s mind began to rapidly dissipate, only able at this point to yowl out one last phrase amongst his anguish, as the darkness at last overwhelmed him, and his body gave in as such.

Kaos couldn’t help but give out an “Eh?” as soon as Wolfgang had said it, but of course, he paid the strange cry no mind. After all, how could any phrase as meaningless and downright sickening as “Scrump Muffin” ever be of any concern to such a meticulous plan such as this?

Simply shrugging the moment off as the transformation finally began, Kaos was indeed soon after able to feel the heavenly euphoria of victory flowing generously through his nerves, causing him to give a pleased shudder of pleasure, and turn his way back towards the rapidly shifting Wolfgang as such.

“OHHHHHH…I BET YOU WISH YOU HADN’T SNATCHED ME UP FOR ALL OF THOSE ANTICS WITHIN THE TOWER OF TIME, NOW, DO YOU?”

Kaos knew that Wolfgang couldn’t hear him, but that ultimately didn’t matter. The first phase of the plan had been a resounding success, and as the villainous grin on his face only continued to grow wider, the tiny dark portal master began evilly tapping together his fingers as he enthusiastically prepared himself, as well as his newfound darkness-infused tool, to move forth to phase two. Positively overwhelmed with his joy, Kaos gave one last lament to his well-planned, perfectly executed win, his absolutely brimming being seemingly just about ready to burst.

“DO YOU?”

****

Dr. Krankcase had indeed received the signal. He had also received the quite possibly unintentional signals resonating from Kaos’ throat as well. Due to his rather cautious, scientific nature, the lime-green skinned, trenchcoat wearing doctor had been meticulously examining the walls around the area with each scuttle he took deeper into the cave, just to be sure there weren’t any hidden cameras or booby traps anywhere along their length. Because of all this, the moment the distress call was sent, it had come from ahead of him, relative to his position within the tunnel. As a result, the spider-legged man had only one direction to go when it came to helping his friend, and that was, of course, forward.

“Gaaaaaaaaugh, I swear, if there ARE any hidden traps down here that I miss and thus activate because I’m rushing to help Wolfgang, I will…uuurgh…” he grumbled to himself as he ran.

“WELL RIGHT NOW IT DOESN'T MATTER! HE SENT ME THE SIGNAL AND NOW IT'S MY JOB TO GO FIND HIM!”

Increasing his speed to about as fast as he could go whilst holding forth a goo gun just in case he needed it, the reformed doctor’s gaze hardened as he was suddenly able to discern some light resonating out of the end of the tunnel. Nodding his head as such whilst preparing himself for a fight, Dr. Krankcase soon burst forth out of the opening of the tunnel and into the chamber beyond.

The area was extremely spacious, in complete contrast with the considerably narrow tunnels before it. The ceiling and walls were undetectable by anyone standing in the center, and even the faintest of breaths could be heard echoing their way across the dark, as the cautious man gazed around intently, not daring to make any noise, searching vehemently, for any sign, at all, visual, audio, or otherwise that, could give him any clues whatsoever as to what was going on.

Eventually, after a good few minutes of inconclusive waiting, the now considerably less on-edge doctor began to wonder if Wolfgang was still trapped in his tunnel, and he wasn’t able to tell because he had been running so fast. He was just about to turn himself around in order to go check out that possibility, before all of a sudden, out of quite literally nowhere, a warm, misty breath was heaved directly onto the back of the poor doctor’s neck, the resulting shock and panic forcing the man into absolute sensual overdrive once more.

Instantly swiveling his being around in order to face the source of the breath head on, holding out both of his guns in preparation to fire, Dr. Krankcase was, in the end, granted by the circumstances just a few seconds to get back his grasp on reality, before at last, a dark pinkish light swiftly erupted into ignition, the fierce, resulting lumination revealing the secrets at last.

Dr. Krankcase instantly froze, both of his arms inevitably locking up as the facts of the matter began to shakily settle in. The poor man had absolutely no clue what had happened to his friend back in those tunnels for any of this to be the case, the spectacle itself had given him basically no hints, but all that he could discern from the scene, was soon to be expressed in one simple sentence the moment the quivering doctor finally regained control over his voice box once more.

“W-Wolfgang?” he quietly stammered out in horror as he shakily scuttled a few inches back.

The shuddering man absolutely knew that his former fellow Doomraider wasn’t able to respond. No in a state like this. And yet, the word still came out, most likely by instincts, as he began to examine the scene.

He knew for a fact that Wolfgang had been evilized, this was of course because of the distinctive dark purple and pinkish colors currently present upon his fur and body, the newly obtained crystals on the top of his head shining out a brilliant, searing light, as well as how his demeanor was now considerably more wild and aggressive, the frothing, evilized wolf giving out many spiteful hufs towards the man as a result.

That much was just about as concrete as a claim could possibly get under these circumstances. In addition to all that, however, the darkness had also massively altered his physiology, turning him into a relatively gigantic four-legged wolf, with the anatomy and proportions indicative of such a form, his massive, hunkering body completely towering over the doctor, a body so huge that it almost caused him to scrape his head against the now visible ceiling a few times as he shifted his being about, the now rather tiny man slowly gaining back his composure as he let a few more simple sentences softly escape from his mouth.

“Wolfgang…please…if you can still hear me…please…try and fight it out…” he began practically pleading with the canine. “...I don’t want to hurt you…I-I know you would never hurt me…well…in this era at least, but…the darkness…” Dr. Krankcase was barely even able to get halfway through his sentence before the evilized wolf gave a low growl and promptly narrowed his eyes.

“...please don’t pounce…please don’t pounce…please don’t-POUNCE! AAAA!”

Quite unfortunately for the panicking spider-legged doctor, Wolfgang’s evilized mind was firmly in control, and as a result, before the gunslinging man even had the chance to pull the triggers, his body had taken the leap.

“GAAAAAH! NO!” Dr. Krankcase cried out in terror as he was squashed beneath a paw pad. His wooden spider legs naturally folded inwards upon themselves as the reformed villain’s head and chest were aggressively forced to the floor, pinning him underneath as a result, and leaving him unable to fire his goo guns, that which were also crushed under the force, possibly even shattered, as the now trapped man painfully let out a gasp.

“WOLFGANG! WOLGANG! PLEASE! PLEASE FIGHT OUT OF IT!” he frantically squealed in desperation as he fruitlessly squirmed about beneath the paw. “NO, NO, NO!”

It did not matter how much Dr. Krankcase screamed. It didn’t matter how much he struggled. It didn’t matter what actions he took in order to try and break himself free. No, all of that was rendered completely and utterly null, all precisely in the moment where Wolfgang, at last, fully revealed his maw.

Seemingly realizing this, the poor doctor’s body almost instantly froze up as his consciousness went blank. It wouldn’t take very long, however, before the color in his eyes steadily began to return, and he finally understood everything.

“NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO! PLEASE, YOU DON’T HAVE TO DO THIS, YOU DON’T HAVE TO-MMMMMPH!” Swiftly getting shut up by a light stroke of the tongue, Wolfgang retracted the dark purple muscle for a while before he began generously salivating, giving a rather slimy lick across his chops before his paw slid down so that it was now only covering the man’s wooden legs, leaving him therefore able to give the man’s remaining biological parts a quite thorough examining via the flavor having seeped through onto the outside of his clothes.

Flopping the sleek, heated muscle onto the pinned doctor’s back before slowly dragging it across the trenchcoat’s leathery exterior, Wolfgang’s body gave a pleased shudder as the opened maw continued to blow front after front of warm air onto his writhing prey below. Dr. Krankcase was no longer even able to verbally resist as he was gently flipped over upon the floor, causing the man to come face-to-face with the ravenous, beastly creature, before the hot, thick form of the tongue positively slathered its saliva upon his shirt-covered chest, eventually making its way up to his face, the sticky, dousing fluids soaking into the man’s skin and hair as he desperately sputtered and coughed.

Having had enough with the sampling, Wolfgang’s evilized mind now knew that it was at last time for the reformed villain’s journey to commence, and upon giving his prey a preemptive sniff just to be sure he wasn’t going to be ingesting anything harmful, the ferocious, giant wolf swiftly took his paw all the way off the doctor’s form. Before the shuddering man even had the chance to pick himself up off the floor, however, Wolfgang’s opened jaws came viciously crashing down above him, slamming full-force their weight into the floor and causing multiple shockwaves to go reverberating by, before the jaws cautiously closed around the man, hauling him up, wooden legs and all, into the air, teeth clenched gently around him, before said teeth as well as his tongue began working together to maneuver the doctor back into the center of the maw. Slightly tilting his head towards the roof as he did so, Wolfgang could feel Dr. Krankcase’s body on the inside sliding effortlessly onto the middle of his tongue, his wooden legs still in their folded position that allowed the man to lay flat against the ground. Fiercely clenching down his teeth in order to fully seal his prey inside, Wolfgang allowed a low growl to rise up from his throat before calmly laying his body against the cold, cavern floor.

Dr. Krankcase’s brain had all but completely shut down at this point as he was able to hear the soft, constant breaths being heaved in and out of Wolfgang’s lungs all around him. As his partially broken goo guns were now located outside, his only remaining hope at this point was to pull himself together enough to use his leg spin move to get Wolfgang to spit him out. Rather unfortunately for him, however, This possibility was rendered all but null as the giant wolf’s sleek, purple tongue folded over on itself and once more pinned the doctor down.

Taking his time in order to savor the immaculate taste upon his prey’s being, Wolfgang proceeded to slowly swish the man between the tight, bulging pockets of his cheeks before he sent him down to his doom. As the reality of the situation only compounded in on itself within the mind of the poor doctor, Wolfgang at last unraveled his tongue from the man, before tilting his head back once more, and allowing the slide to commence.

Dr. Krankcase knew rather well that once he had gone beyond the gullet, he had quite possibly gone beyond the point of no return. It was mostly likely for that reason, then, that the formerly quivering brain of the man finally snapped back to attention. Able to feel his upper body slowly slipping down the tongue’s sloped surface, he frantically swiveled his head around in an attempt to find a way to get out, as he understood implicitly that trying to climb back up the tongue would only end in disaster. Luckily for him, as soon as his wooden legs were wedged somewhat cleanly into the entrance of the evilized wolf’s throat, the plump, dangling sack of flesh that was the uvula appeared in his peripheral vision above him. Not wasting any time in frimly grasping onto the thing with his hands, Dr. Krankcase was thus only able to hang there precariously as Wolfgang suppressed a gag.

Not taking very kindly to his prey attempting to resist, Wolfgang let a rather aggressive bark rattle its way up the doctor’s body as the poor man on the inside instinctively gave a shudder of fear. Giving a hard gulp in an attempt to get the spider-legged doc off his uvula, Dr. Krankcase’s grip began to slowly slip off. Tightening his hold in pure desperation as a result, the relatively tiny man, though he obviously couldn’t feel it, was able to tell his wooden legs were getting squelched into Wolfgang’s esophagus as his hold on the uvula only continued to grow stronger.

Feeling Wolfgang gulp once more, causing the dark purple piece of flesh to be tugged further downwards as a result, Dr. Krankcase was able to tell that part of his upper body was wedged inside the evilized wolf’s throat as well, causing his eyes to well up a little as his fingers began sliding off the continually stretching sack. Now, only one more gulp was needed in order to send him down into the tightened tunnel below, and it wouldn’t take very long before Wolfgang did just that.

Poor Dr. Krankcase was thus forced off of the uvula, that which practically slingshotted itself back up and into place as a result of all that stretching, as the now slightly weeping man was fully squelched in. Still holding up his hands just in case of a miracle, the former villinan-turned Skylander would receive precisely nothing to aid his being as his hand was at last slipped through the upper esophageal sphincter along with the rest of his body.

Wolfgang on the outside gave a rather satisfied sigh as he could feel the slight bulge traversing its way down his throat. Still able to detect some of the man’s flavor upon his tongue, the humongous canine proceeded to give a lick across his chops before nonchalantly allowing the thing to dangle outside of his maw, and drool its way onto the stony cave floor as a result.

Meanwhile, Dr. Krankcase on the inside was once again desperately trying to resist. Practically pounding and banging his fists into the side of the evilized wolf’s throat, the great wolf on the outside only gave a scoff and an eye roll as the the pathetic punching and squirming did basically nothing other than send light vibrations up the thing whilst the spider-legged doctor at last disappeared behind Wolfgang’s collarbone.

Dr. Krankace’s tears began to rapidly pick up as he was finally able to sense Wolfgang’s deep, pounding heartbeat throbbing inside his chest. The echoing thumps booming all around his ears, the poor man gave a shudder once more as the overarching baseline was suddenly joined in by the rising melodic choruses of the grumbles and groans emulating out from the awaiting stomach chamber below.

At last, though, again, he couldn’t feel it, Dr. Krankcase was able to hear the lower esophageal sphincter opening itself up as all five of his wooden legs were effortlessly squelched through, leaving only his upper body left to be squeezed out.

The force of gravity aiding the process quite nicely, Dr. Krankcase instantly closed his eyes and scrunched his nose against his face as he finally took the plunge. Being thankful for once in his life that he couldn’t feel his legs, the poor man, for the moment, dared not open his eyes, as he knew that the instant they were to be opened, his heart would sink to his core.

Wolfgang was able to sense the fellow reformed villain landing deep inside his guts due to the resulting sloshing of the liquids within, causing the area to start picking up its activity, churning and gurgling the recently entered prey around whilst the acids slowly trickled in. The hefty, solid sensation of the man weighing down inside his stomach was downright heavenly for Wolfgang, as suddenly, all of the air that had been swallowed down along with Dr. Krankcase came rising back up in his throat, causing him to let out a great, echoing belch which rang its way across the giant cave and caused the magically enlarged canine to form upon his face an exceedingly cruel grin.

Smacking his lips a few times as he positively reveled in the moment, the poor spider-legged doctor on the inside of his guts was beginning to realize the acids were at last searing their presence around him. Since he could touch the bottom of the relatively shallow chamber with his wooden legs, he was able to stand all the way up so that they weren’t searing away any of his biological flesh. Still, he knew it would only be so long until the things gave way, and as a result, let out a suppressed wince as he squished himself deeply into the walls surrounding the deathly liquid pool, as the one source of comfort he could possibly have left, in the face of doleful reality.

The soft, cushiony walls churned and shifted against his being as the constant white noise only continued to ring within his ears. Feeling the natural warmth and wetness upon the walls soak into his cheek as his left eye squeezed out a tear, Dr. Krankcase was soon able to recognize the sizzling noises of the acids below him as they began to work away at his legs. The soft, wooden exterior was starting to melt away, their molecules being released out into the acidic broth as nothing but mere goop. The poor doctor winced. He could indeed sense the irony, and the irony absolutely was not pleasing him. Knowing that now, it was only a matter of time before all which remained of his flesh and blood body was to meet the same fate, he grimaced. Half of himself was already six feet under. Perhaps, now was the time for the formerly separated two halves of himself to at last meet back up.

Back on the outside, Wolfgang at this point had rolled himself over onto his side, and was currently making use of his front paws to knead and glomp over the slightly bulging belly that protruded from his middle. The area was rising and falling at a gentle, consistent pace, as the evilized wolf casually rubbed his pads around its form. There were a few audible groans and grumbles that would occasionally echo around the cave, as Wolfgang gave a sigh whilst slowly closing his eyes. When he opened them up again, however, instead of bearing the now expected presence of pleasure and relaxation, they instead bore the perhaps completely opposite presence that was, deep thought and seriousness.

He absolutely knew that victory was in his paws, that much was absolutely true, and yet, he also knew that Dr. Krankcase down inside of him was indeed smart enough to be able to delay this victory until backup inevitably came. Yes, he wouldn’t be able to keep his biological body above the acid line very easily after his wooden legs ceased to function, but it could definitely still be done, and figuring out how to do such things on the fly was, in fact, one of the reasons the doctor was such a valuable asset to the Doomraiders back when they were a cohesive team, and now that very same ability, provided Wolfgang couldn’t find a way to counter it, was to be used back towards the cause of the Skylanders, and against the wishes of the one who had evilized him. Wolfgang, in his evilized state, plain and simply, could not have that. As a result, he concluded that he had to bring the doctor somewhere much tighter than his stomach and with barely any room to move around at all. And it would only take a few more seconds of deliberation on Wolfgang’s part before he figured out where, in fact, that place may be.

From his place on the inside, Dr. Krankcase was still desperately attempting to hold it together, staring down in rapidly compounding mortal terror at his rapidly melting legs. Layer upon layer of the tan, wooden material constantly sizzled off, as the poor doctor desperately attempted to maintain his upright position by pushing downwards against the squishy, flexible nature of the walls with his arms. This maneuver ensured that his biological upper half would remain uninjured for as long as he could hold himself to this state. And since he wasn’t making any easily detectable verbal noises nor any sudden movements, Dr. Krankcase, his brain continually rushing with overstimulation, did indeed have a brief, tiny, minute flash of a moment where, for a split, singular instant of time, he almost, almost came to the conclusion that there was a good chance of making it out of here alive. As was rather clearly alluded to, however, this feeling was absolutely not going to last.

The formerly villainous doctor was only able to feel it as a gentle shove against his hands, but ultimately, regardless of the amount of power that the motion was sent out with, the effect was all the same. Far too paralyzed with fear in order to properly respond, the poor man was only able to react once more upon his body giving an instinctive yelp once its biological nerves at last made contact with the acids. Now merely working on his impulses, Dr. Krankcase swiftly shoved both his arms forwards in order to catch his fall, as while said arms and the hands attached to them were covered in leather clothing (his trench coat sleeves and gloves), his face absolutely was not, and though he was forced to grimace a little as the liquids still found a way to seep around those barriers and into the fleshy contents therein, since he hadn’t yet sustained any critical damage, there was still a chance he could haul himself back up into the position he was once in, and maybe, just maybe, the hope for survival would live.

Fiercely grinding his teeth in order to work through the agony as he painstakingly inched his body back over towards the stomach walls, Dr. Krankcase was able to hear some sort of squishy, echoing noise resonating throughout the chamber, but merely brushed it off in favor of focusing more on survival. It was only until the moment that he realized there was currently some sort of active waterflow as well, did he finally understand that he now had to stop to fully examine the scene.

Sensing himself getting dragged backwards by the current as it hauled his wooden legs further into its grasp, Dr. Krankcase finally had enough incentive to turn his head around in order to clear the mystery that was the current situation, thus leading him to shakily swiveling it around to finally confirm what he had been subconsciously thinking this entire time.

Alas, unfortunately for the poor doctor, upon having done exactly that, his body instantly froze once more. That was indeed the duodenum that Wolfgang had just opened up, and the meticulous evilized wolf was indeed, (perhaps once he had realized that the man inside of him wasn’t screaming or resisting at all), rather intent on bringing him deeper in, squelching him into an area where he had absolutely no hope of living, the gigantic canine’s now rather ironically named small intestine.

Dr. Krankcase practically gagged from terror as he desperately, though ultimately vainly, clawed his gloved fingers upon the bottom of Wolfgang’s stomach, in an attempt to maintain a grip, as he only continued to be dragged downwards into the entrance of the dark purple intestine, the perhaps one single area in the entirely of Wolfgang’s digestive system that pretty much guaranteed he would not be getting out alive upon entiering within, regardless entirely of how hard the poor doctor proceeded to struggle.

Quite sadly for the doctor, however, as he was only further and further tugged back, the harder and harder it became for him to resist the flow. Seeing his very last attempt to maintain a grasp on the stomach’s floor being released right before his very eyes, his fingers still being held in a gripping position despite all of his efforts having been in vain, Dr. Krankcase was barely even given time to take in a deep breath, perhaps the final bit of oxygen the poor man was going to get in the totality of his life, before he was, at long, long last, fully sucked within, the entrance to the duodenum closing itself in upon sensing the entrance of its prey, whilst the now extremely satisfied evilized Wolfgang on the outside gave a few self-approving nods, knowing very well that, unless something unpredictable went horribly, horribly wrong for him, his ultimate victory above his former villainous partner was all but guaranteed.

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Now that his body was fully submerged inside the acids, Dr. Krankcase’s plight for survival had all but moved from “attempting to keep himself above said acids” to “attempting to keep himself awake”, for he knew that if he managed to succumb to the ever-present singeing torment constantly being endured upon his body, he was, by all reasonable probability, never to wake up inside his dorm room designated specifically for him within the beloved walls of the one and only Skylander Academy ever again.

Not daring to open his eyes as that would most likely just result in his corneas getting burned off, the poor, suffering man instead focused all available resources on his brain, doing his very, very best to block out any and all signals of pain that his nerves shot straight to the organ, as well as all the equally agonizing screeches coming deep from his chest that urged him to take in a deep breath. As a result, though he certainly knew that the process of digestion was happening to him all around his form, he was, perhaps quite thankfully, unable to see it, and, if he managed to keep his resilience up, feel it. Though of course, if the current situation only continued as it was, pretty soon, he was of course, never going to feel anything, much less the stinging burns of the acids all around him, ever again.

Within the outside of his self-limited perception, then, the acids toiled in joy. Swishing their way around the man’s thick, leathery trench coat, and tricking their way down into his gloves, the epidermis of the poor doctor began to rapidly sizzle away, as the cellular goop swirled out into the acidic, deathly broth and subsequently homogenized into a shushing cellular goop, not that far off from the distinctive glowing green goop that the man himself used in most of his attacks, in fact. If only Dr. Krankcase was even able to sense the irony, as his consciousness continually wavered, dangling seemingly by a single, remaining, easily snappable twig that was the poor man’s sanity.

Meanwhile, in the part of his body that, could he feel it, would have probably added so much to his current pain that the moment the dermis was pierced he would have passed out instantly, the acids had done absolutely nothing short of a remarkably good work in dissolving down the wooden legs as well. At this point, the wood had been completely grinded away in some areas as the mechanics inside were finally exposed to the slush. Naturally folding in on themselves as the electronics holding them in the “standing” position the man had been utilizing back in the stomach were finally fried away, a similar excursion of the doctor’s biological flesh was only continuing forth as, at last, at the inevitable, oncoming moment that Dr. Krankcase knew deep down was to happen at practically any second, finally came over him at last. The acids breached his blood vessels.

Barely any of the sweet, crimson liquids at all had spilled out into the great, evilized wolf’s small intestine before Dr. Krankcase’s brain, having held out for so, so long, ceased to properly function. All of those previously blocked-out nerve signals had finally breached into his mind. It was all over. There was nothing that could be done. As the numerous, softly swaying villi casually soaked up all of the delicious, nutrient soup wading about in their presence, the villain turned reformed Skylander Dr. Krankcase was only squelched deeper into Wolfgang’s small intestine, where, as had been the predicted outcome by the poor doctor merely the second he had been swallowed down into the throat, unless the Skylands’ gods decided to smile down on him today, and grant him a second chance at life, this was at last the end. And as Dr. Krankcase was not the one to regularly consider such miraculous activity when weighing the likely outcome of an event, it did indeed seem, in that very moment, that the poor man’s prediction had indeed been correct.