Tyne the Executioner, they had called her once. She didn't carry any sort of title any longer, but that had been what her former trainer had once attempted to call her when they were on speaking terms. The stupid human had always had this idiotic notion that there was something to be said for trying to accomplish the act of intimidation through pithy phrases like this. The tyranitar had never seen the point, since words were infinitely less effective than her body mass, claws and the rage of her jaws. People were not cowed by titles, they were cowed by deeds, but she'd never been on great terms with that woman for long. Raised as an egg, she'd learned quickly that Giselle had always been a fool and always would be.

That was why she was trapped in a basically human body. One magical spell, and that idiot milotic and her cronies had gotten all of them turned into these human bodies. It had been the straw that broke the camerupt's back, so to speak, and she'd been on her merry way, cracking and breaking her pokeball before spitting in Giselle's face. Since that time, she'd wandered, but wandering only got you so far. Nobody had ever had any clue how to remove the curse, which left her in this body, learning to cope. One of the best ways to cope, she was finding, was a drink and a meal, preferably a meal that was alive and squirming at the time. They tasted much better than ones that were cooked after all.

One bar looked like another, but they always had something to eat. The one she'd found tonight, though, purported to have live meals available now and again, and that at least got her attention, so she was pushing her way into the Feeding Frenzy, looking around with cold, dead eyes that did not twinkle or match the faint smile on her face. Her jagged sawtooth blade stayed strapped to her back and flowing seafoam green locks of hair cascaded down over the back of her knee-length green trenchcoat. Her top under that barely covered her breasts black strips of cloth serving in the stead of binders or a bra, but she was only barely decent at the best of times.

One of the locals came towards her with a hungry look in their eyes, but one swipe of a black gloved hand gripped them by the forehead before they could get closer. Her smile never left her lips, looking almost plastered on there like a ditto's. No emotion lurked behind it, and the jaded distance in her eyes never quite reached out towards the soul. Was it a badger? She couldn't tell. She couldn't be fucked to care. She knew when someone was in her league and this one wasn't. “Why don't you go find something a little more appropriate before I send you into next week, mmm?”

He looked like he wanted to argue, but first attempt to push back against her grip told him how far he was going to get. He sagged and she released him before he grumbled and started off to seek easier prey. The display had garnered a little attention, which made her grunt in annoyance. Tyne hated to be the center of anyone's attention. It gave her trouble, and trouble was annoying. But, as she looked around she caught sight of someone in one of the booths who was definitely more interested after seeing what had happened. The first thing that the tyranitar turned human saw was her gun, a mini-machine gun that was easily as big as the red-head seated next to it, and she had to smile. No, maybe the attention wasn't quite so bad. She loved a girl who knew her hardware, especially someone who liked big ordinance.

Striding confidently through the crowd, she made her way over to the red-head's table, getting a nice, long look at her pale skin and the shoulder-length hair. She was in a plain blouse and vest that barely held her bust in place, along with shorts, showing plenty of skin, though not in any real attempt to draw attraction so much as just for the freedom of movement. Gloves and boots complimented the browns and greens of her outfit, and golden eyes stared back from unruly red locks as she watched the woman approaching. Several bandages dotted her legs, arms and cheek, even though she looked none the worse for wear and she had a little grin on her face as Tyne drew near.

“You get used to the locals around here. Always looking for a free meal,” they said, flashing her teeth as Tyne drew up. “Name's Aiyasia. I'd offer to serve as your bodyguard but I have a feeling you can take care of yourself.” She had to look up when Tyne towered over her, the other woman easily a full foot taller than her, made all the more apparent when she planted her knee on the booth right next to her and rested her hand on the back of the seat.

Tyne wasn't bothering to conceal her rather naked interest, even if she wasn't making clear just how she was interested in the girl before her. She loomed in, blocking view of Aiyasia from the rest of the patrons, letting the faint musk that wafted from her body reach the girl's nostrils, full of an air of confidence that oozed out of every pore of her being. It sent a shiver through the red-head's body and she grinned almost cheekily right back. “Tyne,” the swordswoman said, her free hand casually unstrapping her blade and reaching over to put it between the gunner and her hardware while she made a very small motion of her hand for her to scoot over. “And no, there'll be no need for that, though you might want to scoot over. I'm taking the other half of the seat.”

“Oh? And who's to say I'm not here waiting on a client?” she retorted, laughing as she went ahead and scooted over, letting Tyne in. The pokegirl was quick to slip in right afterwards, one arm curling along the back of the seat dangerously close to her shoulder, and crossed legs leaning up very close to her own. The body language she was getting was decidedly confident and obviously full of a bit of arousal, which from the scent of whatever pheromones this woman gave off was giving her ideas. It had been a while since someone had been quite this bold.

“I think you're canceling your appointments for the night. Time to get to know a stranger, if you ask me,” Tyne said with a smirk, her lips quirking up a little further. Still, those smiles never seemed to reach her eyes, no matter how genuine they appeared on the surface. “I certainly know that my evening just got filled up all of a sudden. Booked solid for the next hour giving you the full ten cent tour.”

Aiyasia glanced around the room, finding it a little difficult to get a good view of much of anything because Tyne was putting herself in between her and everyone else. Drinks were served and promptly ignored, the woman's forceful presence giving her a little pause. “Aheh, when you say tour it makes a girl a little nervous. Around here, full tour means something very different than other places, after all.” She wasn't necessarily that nervous. She still had her hand in reach of her gun, after all. But the fact was that she didn't know if this woman was planning to try and eat her out, or just eat her. “You should know that a girl in this place better know how to avoid taking those kinds of tours and I don't just carry the big guns. In tight spaces like this I always keep a girl's best friend.” Her hand slipped back and produced a cavalry revolver, a solid 45 caliber model she kept at her hip. She whipped it up and brought it up and underneath Tyne's chin, producing not so much as a wince.

Tyne's eyes, if anything, shone with a bit of mirth. One hand reached to the tip of the Schofield's barrel, guiding it until it pointed at a better angle for a fatal shot. She wasn't afraid of a gun. Whatever her body looked like, she was still a Tyranitar and her plating only looked like it had become soft, supple skin. Flesh like armor, it could take a 45 that close, though her mini-gun would have been a bit much. Her breathing picked up and she leaned in a little closer, lips dangerously close as she took a whiff of breath. “If I were the deceptive sort, I'd plead offense right now that you would pull a gun on me so fast,” she cooed. “But I'm not, and I'm not really a liar. Lies just get you in trouble when you can't remember the lie. I am the sort of girl they warn you about in places like this, so keeping your best friend handy? That's not such a terrible idea. But maybe the tour I'm offering is for what's under the hood, not what's in my guts?” It wasn't like she was above fucking her dinner, after all.

Aiyasia cocked the trigger and grinned back at the woman. The pressure of her presence was making it hard not to push back in the booth. Mini-gun and greatsword shifted some, resting against the back wall while she was guided back against the tight confines of the booth's back. She couldn't even see anything else right then while Tyne was looming. One leg propped itself on the chair to try and give her a little space, feeling the tough muscle of the midriff rubbing up against it when Tyne followed. Her other lifted up to rest her boot on top of the tyranitar's legs, cleats digging into the side of the table to give her a little purchase. Barrel ready to discharge, she gave her a confident look even if her heart fluttered a little inside of her chest, nervous because Tyne didn't look at all scared of the gun.

“And what if I told you to buzz off? You're coming on really strong, you know,” she said, watching as the green haired woman got in close. “What makes you think it's that easy to get between my legs, mmm? Just because people actually fuck in this bar doesn't mean everyone will just open their legs and bay like a little tramp.” Of course, at the same time she could practically smell her own pheromones right then. It was hard to admit it, but she was getting turned on by the way Tyne reacted even if she was also nervous.

“I'd say I'm already in between them, wouldn't you?” She was pushing up close to Aiyasia right then, the position of the legs allowing her a little cheap joke as she dragged one hand up and along the girl's side. She didn't once react to the gun there helping to tip her throat back and rest against the underside of her jawline. One hand reached down, dragging fingers roughly over the side of her thigh, working up and over her shorts to feel the hilt of a kukri hiding there. A tug before Aiyasia had the chance to realize it was there, in Tyne's hands and it had whipped up and against her throat in an almost flash of the eye. The crescent shape of the bodyguard's own hold out blade rested against her throat gently, but close enough to threaten to bite into skin at any second. “But if you're going to be flashing a gun around, why don't I bring a knife to the gun-fight?” she was chuckling wickedly.

Aiyasia was, for a second, almost outright afraid. Flashes of monster attacks that had claimed her mother's life and almost taken her from the world were very real. She almost pulled the trigger, a panic attack threatening to take over the moment, though she brought it back under control. Her breathing was quick, pulsing motions of her throat right up against the edge of steel even as she felt one of Tyne's knees slipping up between her legs, the thigh pressing in against her crotch very gently. Without thinking, she didn't even realize at first that her hips were grinding back against the leg. She swallowed hard, getting herself under control.



“Like... to live dangerously, do you?” she managed to get out, sneering at Tyne and fighting to control herself. “Pulling a girl's own knife out and threatening her with it. You're lucky I didn't shoot you.”

“We both live dangerous lives, clearly. Anyone who sells their services as a merc has to take their passion and their pleasure when they can.” The bigger woman was looming in close, the gun inching with her as her lips came a mere fraction away from Aiyasia's. Her breath was hot and heavy, the heavy, powerful body right up against hers while she reached down with her free hand to unbutton the girl's vest, letting her healthy bust line push out a little more in her blouse. She dragged her hand down to coil around to the small of her back, squeezing a cheek and pushing her hips up and against her thigh, starting to rub her there against her body and getting a heated blush in return. “Sex in the battleground, with someone you're not sure is friend or foe, don't tell me you've never done it or considered it? The way you're moving... I'm quite sure you have.” She licked her lips and when the finger didn't tighten further on the revolver's trigger, she moved in to kiss almost feverishly, neither of them removing the weapons for a second.

Aiyasia didn't understand what was happening until almost half a minute had passed. It was a rush of motion and emotion, pheromones mingling and endorphins hitting. Her kukri had tilted, letting her turn her head to deepen the kiss and she was presently forcing her tongue deep into the mouth that was offered for her. It tasted like any other mouth, the tongue hot and wet, slippery as it dragged along the top of her own, wrapped around it and pulled back. Her head was being smashed up again, the back of it banging once lightly against the back wall. Her hips were moving, seemingly on their own, and she was positively grinding her crotch into the thigh and knee of the woman before her, barely missing the heavy-duty, knee-length boots that Tyne wore. She hadn't uncocked her gun and was pointing it at the jugular even as her free hand was up and inside of the shirt in front of her. She was undoing buttons, prying at black bindings, groping for the breast greedily when she realized what she was doing, and at that point she didn't see a reason to stop, her foot shaking the table as she moaned into the kiss greedily.

Tyne used the kukri to gently but firmly guide the head that she was kissing. Her hand squeezed over her ass and felt its way up her back and around to start undoing her top. She took the purple necklace off and let it fall to the table before sliding Aiyasia's father's goggles off of her head and wrapped them around the barrel of her gun where they wouldn't get out of the way. With the accessories out of the way, she was pawing her way up and under her top, undoing the utilitarian bra that she wore so that she could get a fistful of soft flesh as her tongue played tonsil hockey all too eagerly. The feel of the kisses, the way that the girl moaned into them and ground with her hips, she knew that she'd struck a little nerve, the right kind of nerve. Aiyasia was dangerous, but just the right level of danger was intoxicating all around. And as she got her there before she could come to her senses and try to stop Tyne, the Tyranitar locked her eyes with her and turned on the 'charm.'

Attract was one of those little secrets she didn't tell people that she knew. She only needed so many physical moves to spread her abilities out and cover the bases, and something to overwhelm the unwary was always nice. It only worked on people attracted, but she was pretty sure that Aiyasia qualified and when the hypnotic urge to continue pulsed through between them, they only continued to kiss back vigorously, a passionate sound rumbling in their mouth as their hand went from Tyne's chest to almost desperately start undoing her own shorts.

Aiyasia barely knew what hit her. She could feel the glimmer of the effect, but in that second it struck her full on and started overwhelming her hormone-addled mind fiercely. Her fingers dragged down, grabbing her shorts, undoing them and practically yanking them and her underwear off with a little awkward motion as her lips pulled greedily at Tyne's. The moment that they were free and she was back up against the wall of the booth, she felt the Tyranitar woman's crotch squashed up against her body, an impressive cock lurking there. It was a little magical trick, obviously, to turn her clitoris into something like that nine inch behemoth, but she couldn't bring herself to care. Her own kukri nicked lightly at her neck like a bad shave while she grabbed the base of the cock, running over it to its tip and swallowing hard. That thing was going to wreck her... she'd barely be able to move afterwards. Her thumb cocked the gun and she barely broke the crushing kiss. “Don't... disappoint me, or I'll end you.”

Tyne lifted her, almost like she was a ragdoll. Her hips were positioned and with barely any real effort to lube it, only the barest hints of any real care, she worked her digits into the tight pucker of the girl's backdoor, prying her open to get the tip of her cock in. Aiyasia's gasp was silenced by another crushing kiss and she was starting to push, to lower, to guide her body down onto the rod. She was careful, but only to a point. The tyranitar didn't want her splitting open, but she wanted her spitted on that cock as it pounded up into her with hip jarring force. Her hand holding the knife kept her in position as the body beneath her rocked and squeals of something between discomfort and pleasure echoed in the tiny, hot space while the booth creaked and rocked against the pounding force of the savage violation. Her tongue invaded and she heard the sound of the pistol dropping to the table with a dull thud before both hands were holding on for dear life.

The bodyguard couldn't help it. She had to let go of her gun and clutch onto the hips that were shoving a spike of flesh into her like they were only lifeline. She barely registered that the knife was still there at her throat. All she could feel was her whole body being overwhelmed. At first the discomfort was intense, but with every passing motion those sensations were fading and all that she could feel was the near white-out sensations of each hip-jarring thrust. It made her see spots. She could feel a dildo being dragged out of the tyranitar's trench coat and practically jammed into her, buzzing away, but that barely registered to her. All that she could feel was her ass being ravaged, hammered like the pounding of a jackhammer deep into her body while she was clutching, gripping at the body in front of her.

Only after a few minutes of it did she notice the knife had been put to the side, rammed into the wood of the wall. Her gun was out of reach, all of her guns, and her back was against the wall, her body lifted up so that the larger woman was on her knees, hammering her against the back of the booth. Everything was full and she could barely breathe. The apex of each thrust thundered into her body sent sensations up and through her diaphragm, forcing the air out of her. There were hands clutching at her body, dragging down rough claw marks and she could distantly tell that the only part of her that was still clothed were her boots, but it didn't matter. She was hot, sticky and sweaty and the cock was ravaging her and while she fought to keep her vision through each thrust all she could think about was being ready for the next one of them, right up until her world went white.

Tyne came hard. It flooded her body, and the force of it sent a real spike of sensation through all of the bodyguard's whole frame. It was pumping into her bowels, filling her and yet there was so much of it. It just kept coming and she could swear it was all the way through her whole body. Her belly was swelling a little, squashed up against the creature's body and she coughed raggedly as the kiss broke and she let out a shriek muffled by one hand. The climax was continuing, and she was being pumped into, another cough tasting of cum as it shot out of her lips and through her nose. She was orgasming too, her ass betraying any sense of decorum and squeezing, pumping, milking that cock while her body felt full, disgustingly, disappointingly full. Tyne's lips were against her ears and she was clutching, holding on desperately.

“You're going to die tonight, in my gut..., and I'm going to shit you out in the back yard like the little gutslut you really are.”

Aiyasia came again. She screamed into the hand as her whole body quaked. Her legs clenched and a hand scrambled for her pistol, for her knife, for her mini-gun, for anything even as her loins defied her and she climaxed in ecstacy. It was like her body was giving a whole other message. She looked up, watching as the lips that had been kissing her opened wider than she thought possible. She felt more seed pumped into her and coughed it up as her body shook in pleasure, saliva dripping down her face and all over her as she was pulled into the lips, uvula running down the back of her dark hair. “F...fuck... I'm not ready to... don't …,” she started to say before the last aftershocks of her own climax hit her. “Oh fuck me... do it already before I change my mind.”

Like she ever had any say in the matte. There was another swallow. Her arms were being forced to their sides by the walls that clenched around her. She was still being fucked against the wall as she could see the inner walls of the esophagus that was wrapped around her. Throat muscles undulated with incredible power and she felt hips jamming half of the cock still into her ass, the toy yanked out of her sex by this point. The hand searching for her gun continued to scramble, though its partner started unlacing her boots, curling them up against the body that was in front of her. One, then the other fell down while the tongue of the tyranitar made its way over her breasts. She touched herself as they were being tasted, feeling the muscles getting ready to clench. In that moment she didn't think she could cum again, right up until the moment she felt the muscles of her pussy clenching in anticipation. One last spurt of cum into her swollen belly through her ass and she coughed it up, grinding her clitoris with her fingers and letting out a desperate, lewd cry.



She was being pulled in to the stomach. Fingers found the handle of her pistol and she tried to grip it, only to feel it slip out of her grip, firing off into the base of the chair instead of Tyne's body while she was pulled in to her hips. Her whole body was freed of the cock that had been invading her finally and she was tilted back, her used sex and ass on display as onlookers observed her fate. Her feet pressed against the ceiling, knees buckling. In that moment, she could try for purchase, to fight it somehow but she was doomed at this point, so deep inside of the thing's gut. Her head was pressed against the sphincter into Tyne's stomach. She could smell the bile and the hint of digestive juices waiting for her. Did she accept her fate, fight back or embrace it.

Maybe it was the 'attract' effect or she'd just gone insane, but her feet pressed and her knees flexed and, instead of being gulped, she thrust forward, pushing down from the ceiling. She let out a cry, coughing up more cum as she was plunging herself through the sphincter into her stomach. “I'll do the rest, you bitch. Just hold still!” she said, her legs pushing and thrusting her down, wriggling into the stomach. She felt the tongue lapping at her sex, tasting her pleasure while her legs worked their way in, uvula brushing against her tortured ass. She managed to push herself to the surprise of many onlookers all the way past her knees, her calf muscles half in before she was on her tip-toes upside down in the guts of the woman intent on devouring her whole.



Her shoulders were pushed up against the walls of the stomach, gravity doing the rest while she wriggled her way around inside of the darkness, the fetid and acidic prison all over her whole body, curling around her, squeezing and rubbing juices into her skin. It stung the brunette even as she was being forced down, her whole frame twisting and allowing her upper body to turn so she'd be rightside up, her legs squashed against her as nothing but her feet were out of the sphincter. She squirmed and wriggled before finally pulling them down. It was awkward but now she felt her body slapped down onto the table of the booth, hearing and feeling the hearty, filthy belch of the woman outside. One hand reached down to her sex as she felt the sting and the bite starting in that acrid hell hole, acids sluicing over her fetal-positioned body while the walls gripped and clenched over her. “Decided you were going to give me the full tour anyway, did you?”



“That's right, you little pile of shit. I'm going to keep your knife as a prize, but you? You're nothing but a coil of crap waiting to come out. One last good lay, but you're just crap. And deep down, I think you knew it the moment you laid eyes on me. Look at yourself. You're finger-blasting yourself in your last moments to what's happening, aren't you?”

Aiyasia thought about denying it, but she was moaning from a mixture of the pain of digestion starting and from the pleasure of touching herself. She heard the condemning words from outside and she spread her legs to push her face up against the wall. They bit, burned and seared into her cheeks while one of her eyes turned red from the acidic content and she practically shouted, voice already raw while gases etched her vocal chords. “That's right. I'm fucking myself in here! This little bitch dragged it out of me. I'm secretly getting off right now, and my only regret is that I'm not going to get to smell what I'm going to turn into!”

Tyne laughed. “Oh, you will. I'm going to melt your soul down and make it part of that rancid pile. Your hell is going to be the shit that's left of your pretty little body, trapped in your crap-stained skull in the middle of the pile for all eternity.” She had the pleasure of hearing, along with everyone else, a shocked cry and a magic-induced moan of pleasure while Aiyasia's fingers worked furiously. She was managing it, and a last cry of passion came even as the pain was starting to desensitize her, to ruin her ability to still revel in any pleasure, but they could all hear the climax. “Hear that everyone? She wants to become a pile of shit, and to be trapped in it for good. Make sure to come see her when she's crapped out. Only fair that the little fertilizer gets what she really wants.”



Was it what Aiyasia really wanted? Probably not in the truest sense, but between Attract and a mind-breaking fuck she wasn't exactly in her right frame of mind right then. Her skin was starting to sear and turn red. While her eyes were still working, they adjusted to the gloom. It was a dull red glow in this place, amplified by the hot lamps of the bar overhead. It felt almost like a pressure cooker and she had to laugh. Her eyes were in such pain and she looked around her, the bounty hunter and bodyguard seeing glimpses of the rising acid. It had been down where her hand fiddled with her sex, but it was up past her elbows now. Watching it was almost like a horrifying rubber necking moment, like it was some twisted tragedy that she couldn't tear her gaze from, except for one thing. Unlike all of the others she'd seen before and stared in ghastly horror and fascination, this was her fate that she was looking at. She could see the faint cream of her skin at points, bleeding where the wounds were raw, etching and showing more and more muscle, graying at points when the walls clenched and dragged a groan out of her lips, her vocal chords starting to really ache. It was getting closer, and every pulse of the gurgling, bubbling walls clenched around her to draw the stew of it higher. She could feel the ache in her scalp while her hair was falling out in clumps and the digestive juices were covering her up to her knees and shoulders now. Every breath was agony, raw and stuttering, getting harder to keep going and she laughed a wet, sick laugh that she knew Tyne would hear.

“Funny isn't it? A few minutes ago, you had your gun to my throat and we were fucking like rabbits, and now you're stewing away. Kind of makes you waste those last seconds thinking... or are you too busy enjoying yourself, fertilizer?” Tyne practically shouted down at her. She slapped the belly, getting a pained groan in there as the shoulder not attached to finger-blasting digits broke off and entered the mess.

“Hah... ugh... Almost got you. Would've killed you... Fitting. I'm a shit show now!” Aiyasia barely got those words out. They would be her last among the living. She could barely breathe and maintain consciousness and she could swear that she saw bits of white cartilage before her vision was completely ruined in the darkness, her eyes melting away like so much soft goop, reddened and then just gone to show the vacant spaces within. Her world descended from pleasure to absolute and utter agony, one that flowed through every inch of as she light-headedly felt the red muscle melting into gray goop, only to be pulled away by stomach walls working with muscular action.

Aiyasia's fingers worked furiously in her sex, pushing past the remains of her labia and into her. Every effort that she could manage went to trying to get some pleasure out of this, to make the sensation not entirely agony, but it was futile at this point. She rubbed against her g-spot, but her digits were ground and etched to muscle and almost bone, the vaginal walls ruined in likewise fashion. There was a cold sensation of shock that was settling into her bones, overwhelming even the pain as she could swear that bits of acid were leaking into places where there was no real nerve endings, chilling her and working at her internal organs in expectation of the moment her abs finally gave way. Her lungs were on the verge of collapse and she was having trouble breathing, head barely above the 'water line' of the acidic, enzyme-laced juices that leeched into her skin. There was no sound anymore, and she couldn't see, smell or taste. Those senses were absolutely gone at this point, their sensitive organs having been erased from existence, leaving only the heat of the gut and the pain of bits of her being destroyed, one after another. She was being mulched in this place, the joints revealed and her heart pounding inside of her as she felt every last second before her body gave up the ghost and any semblance of struggle was gone. A few more beats and she distantly thought she felt Tyne cumming as her heart finally gave out.

Her fate wasn't to end there, and she knew it deep down. Tyne concentrated in those final moments, dark energy flowing through her swollen gut. It trapped Aiyasia's soul within the bowels of the thing, binding her to her remains rather than allowing her soul to get away. She was suffering as she felt the meat of her flesh breaking down, her breasts melting away like the fatty tissue that they were, bones dislocating and her whole flesh starting to grind and mulch before being worked into the depths of the bowels. It wasn't some immediate process. She had expired who knew how long ago, and the process of the stomach took hours or longer with large meals like her. Her body was beginning to distend, to stretch and to shift as the joints stopped working properly and the meat separated at her knees and hip-bones. The muscular lining of her distended, bloated belly started to ease and cum leached out of it when her frame opened up and the guts within were attacked by the digestive juices, having little to no chance.

Tyne herself settled down in the booth and patted her gut, drinking both of their drinks to wash the girl down and grinning cheekily over at anyone who was looking or watching. One hand patted at her bloated belly, and the shapes that were visible started to ease, to soften, to become unreflective of what had once been a beautiful young bounty hunter. Where she'd been tough and rough around the edges, her body was softening up nicely, bits and pieces of her going down and into the small intestines, gradually at first. “How are you feeling in there, you little turd? Enjoying the state of your soul? This is the afterlife for you, after all,” she said with a barking laugh. Of course, she knew the spirit would be able to hear that.

And she did hear it. She distantly felt the disassociation, the way in which cartilage was practically melting away to join the tendons, only the bone really standing any sort of chance against those powerful, grinding forces all around her. Her legs squashed in and her body was ground up against the lining, muscle shredding and melting into a stew that flowed around her. It was still thick, still mostly shaped like flesh, though with her guts boiling away in the stew and her head now bereft of the skin and muscle tissue that had been her cheekbones, her brains finally starting to cook away inside of her skull, it was getting harder and harder to recognize what she had been, much less who she had been. Every pulse, every shift of the stomach walls altered the way that her bones fit together, pulled tendons apart and made her slosh into a mingled, maddening shape. At first, she distantly looked human, but as the links of her vertebrae were digested, her ribcage no longer fitted itself to the rest of anything. Her body was stewing, squeezing, pulsing, cracking in the case of bones, but now it was nothing more than slush, waiting for the finale.

But this wasn't the end, and she knew it. It was only going to be below, in the intestines, where the final act would be accomplished. Countless villi were working over her. Time was no longer a thing that she understood properly, experiencing only the sensations, the creepy transformation of countless finger-like projections rubbing over her denatured 'meat' and starting to break it down into the nutrients that Tyne's body craved. With their work, any cohesion of her frame was being lost. She distantly realized that the sluicing matter working its way through the shawshank of the intestinal tubing no longer even resembled her. Fresh blood was being broken down and digested with the rest, leaving her with a brackish, black and tarry consistency as her skull pushed through pliable, stretching tunnels of fingers, working to make sure that not a single part of her was left undigested in its progress through and to the rancid, fetid conclusion. She was almost grateful, deep down, that she couldn't smell any of it though she was embracing that fate in her own, twisted way. The impact of that woman's powers was sticking with her even in this state and she was trapped in the coerced love of what she had become, caring nothing about anything else, other than that she was soon to reach the finale.

There was nothing left of what she'd once been other than her bones, that could have identified her. Her jaw was down at the bottom of the stewing mass as it worked its way past the second to last of the sphincter gateways on its way to the anus. Her skull was on the other side. Acids and caustic fluids hadn't done either in, so if someone cared enough, they could have put them together and produced a dental record eventually from the shit. Aiyasia's soul distantly knew that somewhere, somehow that was on file. So, maybe someone would come along and identify her remains, though in all likelihood nobody would care. The life of a bounty hunter was a solitary one, after all.

The world started to jostle while every last nutrient was leached out of her. Her shit had no color yet, and wouldn't until it was all in the colon, the blood finishing the darkening of that fecal matter. The jostling, though, was from Tyne starting to get up and move, laughing as she called out loudly. “I can hear the gurgles. Nature'll be calling soon enough. Better get to an outhouse.” They wouldn't make it to an outhouse, and she knew it. The oozing, dripping mass of her body worked its way into the colon one plop at a time with the gurgling of so much gas that rippled through her. She could 'feel' the pressure of her skull pushing its way out and into the depths of the colon, a femure working out afterwards, ribcage still on its way. They were so close, she could practically feel the final moments already.

In the large intestines, she could feel herself being ground up and pushed together, compacted. Was there an arm there, a leg here? No, it was all out of whack. The smaller of her bones, the more fragile ones, had cracked, broken, softened and melted with the rest o the stew, leaving only the heavier femur, the ulna, tibia, the skull, the pieces that could withstand this kind of punishment, and none of them were in any particular order. Her body was being compressed and pushed into a thick, immense log that surrounded her skull, membranes forming all over her to help her on her way out, when the world would finally begin to spin and push her back out in her new form for everyone to appreciate... and then promptly forget forever. She was just fertilizer now, after all, compost for some tree in the back of the bar to be forgotten like so many other nameless things that had been violated, used and crapped out.

The world started to rush around her. She was being squeezed, pushed and a heaving grunt echoed as she started to slide. It was guided out, sluiced on its way by that membrane and her body was slipping out in a massive, almost forearm thick turd that worked down and onto the ground. Distantly she 'felt' grass there, and as it coiled she could feel bark. She really was being crapped out against one of the big trees out back, fertilizer to keep it going. Round and round she started to coil, the pile building as the beast of a woman that had murdered her kept it up. A heave and she felt the compressing guillotine of anal muscles clenching on her, cutting half of her out before 'she' popped out with a sickening spread of the sphincter. Her skull dropped down, a femur following right afterwards.

Tyne heaved and groaned, gripping the tree with one hand as her back arched. She'd already shat out a couple leg and arm bones. Those had been difficult, but when it got to the ribcage and the skull, it was going to be agony. Her whole body pulled into an almost acrobatic arch and she gripped her cock, pumping it and panting. “Fuck... this little shit doesn't wanna come... OUT!” There was a wet, slick plopping sound as the skull practically spat out of the tight sphincter, grinding along the prostate as it did. It sent shivers up the tyranitar's spine and she came, blasting a lighter flow of semen while she started to spatter and push out guttering gouts of shit all over, a fart that had been held in pulsing its way over the knotted, bulbous remains of the brunette below.

Only when the filthy skull dropped onto the pile did the rest of it start to work its way out, part plunging down and into her eye socket as a sort of starting point, the whole thing wrapping around and leaving barely anything of her skull visible other than a bit of her teeth and the topping crown of what had once been her head. A few spatters dotted it all and she was there, gone and covering this massive little tombstone that would gradually leech into the ground. Though she couldn't hear it, a knife was gouging above her 'grave,' the words 'Aiyasia was here' being gouged into the tree with an arrow pointing down, as if in cruel mockery that the pile of shit that lay on the ground had once been a human being and now was nothing more than a pile of shit. Distantly, her soul could feel the way that her 'body' was starting to settle. The mucus and moisture were leeching away, dribbling into the ground below while the compact and knobby remains settled down into one almost uniform pile, only a hipbone, a skull, a ribcage sticking out here and there to break up the monotony. Would mold grow on her eventually? Probably.

“Fuck man, you really were a little shit coming out weren't you?” Tyne said as she grinned down at Aiyasia's remains. She dragged the knife and put a heart around it, like it was some couple's cute little words, even as the arrow pointed down to a steaming, hot pile of feces, black as midnight with digested, fresh blood. Tarry and filthy, it was so wickedly beautiful. The woman pumped over her cock as she looked at her, having just one last blast in the tank while she panted and groaned. A little action of the thumb and she came, semen shooting into the now empty eye socket, and spattering down the shit pile to linger there. Aiyasia's soul, trapped in her remains, could feel that last shot, that last insult as she dribbled with cum and sinking, settling shit. She smelled rotten, horrid and the flies were already starting to come to this place like it was a fetid feast, their own little kingdom. She was done, gone. “See you, you little turd. Maybe someone'll remember your name, but I won't. Thanks for the knife... and thanks for one hell of a dump,” she said, winking and walking off, to leave her soul forever.

But, deep down, Aiyasia soul was ok with this now. It was what she was, and what she always would be. In the end, her remains would become compost, her skull forgotten in this pile of future fertilizer and soil and the only proof she'd ever lived would be a scrawled line in the bark of a tree saying she was here. Just a little shit, barely remembered.