title: Tastes Like Shrinking aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Galaxin] id: [48660832] date: 星期五, 八月 26日 2022, 10:48:43 上午 modified: 星期三, 八月 31日 2022, 12:46:43 凌晨

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Tastes Like Shrinking

Author: Galaxin Source: Ain't No Party like a Sabado Party

“Trust me, you’re gonna love this, little dudes,” Sabado slurred. “Oh, and the little gals and nonbinary pals of cour—Bwooorup—se.” That belch slipped out of him as he spoke, though not for lack of trying. He swayed upon his feet ever so slightly and had to take a step to the side just to widen his stance. More balance is good, right?

That is unless you’re a massive Suicune who's going to have one hell of a hangover in 12 hours. Sabado’s heavy foot crashed straight through the surf that once lapped around his calves with a tiny splash… for him, anyway. As for the minuscule mass of mortals oating around on their ships, it proved a far more devastating impact.

Shouts of surprise and panic erupted across the sea the moment Sabado’s foot rose from the sea. FUll-on waterfalls slipped from his toes and shone in the summer sun like immense diamonds full of aquatic pokemon and regular sh gone unnoticed. The titan’s sole alone blotted out the sky, replacing the sun with the visage of his meaty sole for the entire eet of partygoers.

None were surprised when Sabado’s foot came crashing back down, but they sure as hell weren’t fully prepared. A sober suicune would have lessened the force of his step, or at least not landed his entire, prodigious weight upon the ocean. In his drunken state, however, Sabado was far from careful about the mortals surrounding his ankles. His sole slammed down with the force of an asteroid. Hundreds of gallons of seawater exploded away from the spot of impact from the force of air pressure alone! He hardly felt a drop of water before the explosion crashed back down around the top of his foot and swept against the glittering chain ‘round his ankle.

Those on the more average side of things watched as a hundred-foot wall of water launched straight into the air, blocking the party god’s lower leg from sight. Screams erupted, humans hid in whatever cabins were available, and others simply held onto the railings nearby. Then there were those who just shouted in exuberance, for they were just as drunk as this “pool” party’s host.

Massive waves crashed against the eet of twenty or so tiny boats surrounding Sabado’s feet. Water erupted onto decks, ships tipped nearly sideways in the resulting waves! People shouted and clung onto whatever they could for dear life, but the idle movements of their host were more than enough to ing some people from their boats into the salty sea below. It’s a good thing that life vests were required for Sabado’s pool parties, or there could have been a real problem!

Of course, Sabado didn’t see any of this. He was too big, too jubilant, too far into party mode to even think about what those below him were experiencing. “Aww, don’t oat away!” he whined, noticing that nearly every ship was further from his ankles than just a moment ago. What a coincidence! But to make sure they wouldn’t get too far… Sabado crouched down until his swim trunks were in the water, foamy sea lapping against his ass. Man, that felt good. Good enough for something to stir on the front end of his shorts…

But for now, Sabado brought his can of booze up to his mouth and chugged down a hearty four gulps. With the dizzying liquor now rmly entombed within his belly, he crushed the can against his forehead… adornment, horn… thing (gosh, even he couldn’t remember what to call it) and tossed it to the beach. It landed with a sandy crash among his other dozen or so cans and bottles. He’d totally clean it up later, no big deal.

Sabado swayed once more as he surveyed the boats before him, blinking with a scrunched brow. “Wha—what was I doing again?” he focused hard for a few more seconds, then nally grinned with delight. “Oh, shiiiit guys! I almost forgot! Trust me, you’ll love this!” Had he already said that? Eh, who cares?

Without further ago, Sabado focused all his attention on pushing his arms out and into the sea. Thankfully for his party guests, the resulting explosions of water were nowhere near as devastating. At least until he tossed the rest of his body back, landing on his belly in the cool, refreshing ocean. That caused quite a bit of chaos… But man, feeling the sea oor between his ngers was a treat. So was that cool water owing over his arms and the curve of his back, even if his shirt was getting a bit wet.

For a time, Sabado relished the peace that only the ocean could bring. A dumb grin stretched on his face, and for once, the sea grew still. It was only when a chorus of tiny shouts reached his ears that he nally remembered his party guests and blinked to attention. “Oh damn, you guys gotta be more careful!” he rumbled. I could have—Gwwwoooooopuuur—forgotten about you cuties~” Oh mortals, so easy to lose track of. But he didn’t have to worry; this party was about to get a lot easier to manage

“Surf’s up, everyone!” Sabado announced, and with that, lowered his face to water level. His plump lips stretched open, and his tongue lay dutifully at to allow as much water as possible into his wide, yawning gullet. He was a water type, and a god at that; a little seawater was nothing to worry about! But for the people attending his party… well the situation was a bit direr.

Nothing could be done to prevent the resulting tide. Sabado’s pink cavern stretched before the little mortals like a mythical cave, complete with massive stalactites and -mites, and rushing rapids leading deeper within. They were helpless to resist; Sabado made sure of that as he controlled the water to draw them into his booze-wafting maw.

The mere scent of all that Sabado had imbibed proved enough to make even the soberest mortals sway and chuckle. There was no danger! This was a party after all; why not enjoy it? As the massive suicune’s teeth and hard palate passed overhead, the eet of partiers simply turned up the music.

Water crashed and splashed against their hulls when Sabado nally moved his tongue. There were plenty of the little guys inside his mouth now; he could get to the main event! His tongue surged beneath the surface and drew the last bits of party into his mouth. At last, he raised his chin, closing his lips to seal all inside. Funny, they didn’t even make for an entire mouthful. That sure made his job easier.

GLK

Years of training had led to this moment. Sabado’s throat opened wide, and his tongue forced the entire mass of sea into it. All of the mortals, from those still on ships to those who had been thrown into the ocean, fell into the god’s throat and began their long, but quick journey downward.

Sabado sighed and grinned dumbly, mentally tracing that swallow’s journey down to his belly. A cool splash accompanied the nal touchdown within him, once more chilling the warmed sea within him. “Knew they’d love the afterparty~” Sabado rumbled.

With the sun shining on his massive form, Sabado rolled over and let himself oat. His shirt could get a little wet; this was a party after all! He reached up and rubbed at his pudgy middle, wondering just what it was like inside his belly. “Lucky little folks~” he mumbled. They got to go inside the party god! If only he could do that with himself. Or would he be the big one in that situation?

Sabado’s brow furrowed once more as he conjured up a cherry mojito into his hand. He’d have to ask Siva about copying himself for a party. That was a thing he could do, right? Nonetheless, he popped the cork with his diamond-shaped antlers (ah, that was it!) and chugged down his rst few gulps. As he focused on not spilling half his drink down his chin, the partiers within his gut were nearly forgotten.

Their sea grew a dozen times stormier as thousands of gallons more of booze spurted from Sabado’s underwater sphincter and lled his stomach just a tad bit more. The sea level rose, but no one could care less! The gurgles of his natural bodily functions accented their music with thick, heavy bass. Their strobe lights re ected o goopy strands of drool and slime hanging o his stomach lining and the shiny slime clinging to it.

There really was no party like a Sabado party. And if you end up adding to the party god’s pudge by the end of it… well, the party never really has to end, does it?