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Voretober Day 12 - Causality

This prompt was interesting since it feels…weirdly strange to put an idea to. So I played around with the ideas of "cause and effect" where things might not actually go as you planned and unintentionally dooming yourself. I feel like I was just kinda winging it on this one in terms of actual prompt relevance but the story itself I'm happy with and enjoyed writing! I won't pretend that S.tarFox is one of those series where I feel like I'm going to write them anywhere close to canon but I hope this is still good enough! Also I dunno if this counts as graphic digestion but it's like…alluded to. Kinda.

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Wolf marches quietly through the underbrush of the planet, his hand tense on his blaster and a cocky grin on his face. This was it. Finally, he was going to be able to grab M.cCloud and end this..!

It wasn’t just Fox, though. F.alco was here as well. He shot down both of their ships and they managed to get away from him for a moment…but he finally traced them here to this planet. They must have crash landed here because there’s been an SOS signal coming from it for days now. It was weak and Wolf knew no one else was going to find it. So he just had to wait the two out...make them spend a few days stranded until he knew they’d be weak enough to take down...

This rivalry will finally end in his victory. Once he finds them, he’ll take them both down! He’s tracked them to a nearby clearing now. He’s almost there. Soon, he’ll—!

…hold on…what’s that sound?

Wolf pauses, his ears perked up and twitching. It’s strange…like a weird, sloppy squelching sound. He takes another few steps closer, staying behind a bush and peering out from between the branches. Wolf’s eye widens as he finally sees what’s happening.

GLLLRK! SHLLLRP! GUUUULP!

In the clearing are two air wings and their pilots. They look worse for wear, dirtied and disheveled from their time on the island. Although Fox was the only one that could be made out.

Fox was on his knees with his head tossed back. Drool drips down his chin as he works to hungrily scarf down his meat of choice. His hands tightly grip F.alco’s legs as they try to kick, while Fox’s jaws gnaw over his ass in an effort to get him in deeper.

GLLLLRP!

Another wet swallow comes from Fox, sucking F.alco in deeper. His stomach is bulging out of his torn shirt, shifting with F.alco’s arms and head as he tries to thrash around. His voice is muffled by the stomach walls so Wolf can’t make out what he’s saying, but he can still tell it’s nothing pretty.

SHLLLRK!

F.alco sinks deeper with a wet slurp, his thighs sucked down Fox’s gullet. It’s just his lower legs left. Fox firmly plants his hands on the bottom of F.alco’s feet and shoves down hard.

SHLLLLLR—GLRCH!

The last of F.alco is gone in an instant. Slurped down the hatch…and then a final hard swallow to suck his feet down. Fox’s gut surges forward with a wet slosh as F.alco is roughly crammed inside. The predator huffs and falls back onto his ass, his hands pressing into either side of his stomach.

“BUUUUWWWWWWOOOOOOORRRRRRPPPPPP!!!!!”

Fox tips his head back again as a nasty belch rumbles out of him, a couple of blue feathers puffing out of his maw as he does. A muffled shriek comes from F.alco down in his gut, who starts to thrash and kick around wildly as the stomach walls clench down hard on him.

“Haaah..~” Fox lets out a deep sigh, his tongue lolling out of his maw. He sits back against his airwing, kneading his hands slightly into his stomach. “Y’know, F.alco, you almost tasted like chicken.” More muffled shouts follow, with F.alco shoving around inside of Fox’s stomach.

Wolf finds himself unable to move at all, just watching. This is his perfect chance. Fox is full and defenseless, F.alco is completely out of the equation, he could take what he wants. But...he can’t take his eyes off of this.

Fox keeps kneading into his stomach, pressing down on any bulges F.alco makes in order to wrangle him into place. “I don’t want to hear any complaining. It’s your fault we’re stuck here without food.”

Have they not been able to hunt anything or find edible vegetation? It’s not like Wolf knows what the two have gone through in the week he left them on this planet, but it sounds like it wasn’t an easy time. This really is his best chance--maybe even his only chance--to take down Fox. But...he just wants to see how this plays out first...

F.alco keeps kicking and shouting and thrashing around for a few minutes before Fox seems to grow tired of it. He huffs and wraps his arms around his stomach. “Alright, you don’t feel like settling down? Then we do this the hard way!” He starts to squeeze his stomach while flexing it. F.alco shouts as he’s squished down even tighter, the bulges detailed enough that Wolf can see how pissed off F.alco is. There are a few seconds where nothing seems to happen before...

KRRR--CRNCH!

Wolf’s ears shoot up as he hears that wet crunching sound clear as day. It’s soon followed by a very loud shriek coming from F.alco. He writhes around weakly, screaming out muffled sounds that are almost certainly strings of curses. Fox lets go of his stomach, giving F.alco more movement space. But he’s not moving as much now.

“Sorry, was that your arm?” Fox asks. “What’d you say when I twisted my ankle because you made me explore that cave in the dark? Oh yeah...quit whining so much!” He plants his hands on his stomach and shoves down hard.

CRRRRACK! “BWWWWWAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRPP!!!!”

F.alco screams again as something else folds under the unrelenting pressure. Another heavy belch blasts out of Fox, more feathers puffing out of his maw. He pants softly after, slowly slurping along his muzzle. Wolf can vaguely tell that F.alco is screaming Fox’s name at this point and even hear the desperation in his voice.

Fox seems pleased to just relax now, leaning back against his airwing while he slowly rubs along his stomach. F.alco is slack now, only offering meager twitches. His voice sounds strained even while muffled, and it’s getting even harder to make out as Fox’s gut churns and gurgles deeply.

“Hey, don’t worry so much,” Fox says while lazily picking his teeth. “When I tell P.eppy and S.lippy why you didn’t make it back, I won’t mention how you lost your blaster in a river or ate my rations because you were so confident we’d be out of here overnight. I’ll tell them you died valiantly taking down Wolf while I took his airwing.”

...huh? Wolf’s ears perk up again when he hears his name, and it takes him a moment to realize that Fox is looking right at him. It makes his fur stand on end...and even worse, a blush starts to burn on his face. That look on Fox’s face...it’s not the anger of someone who’s been bested or the despair of someone realizing they’re going to lose like he imagined.

It’s the glare of a hungry animal that’s spotted its next meal.

Fox beckons Wolf over with a finger, slurping over his lips. Wolf bears his teeth for a second, trying to figure out when and how Fox noticed him. It takes himself a moment to notice that he’s stood up and started walking towards Fox, moving entirely on instinct.

That smug, dangerous grin on Fox’s face makes Wolf want to...urgh, he should want to rip it off but it’s...making him feel something else instead. Once he’s in front of him, Fox gestures for Wolf to stoop down, and he does.

“Start rubbing,” Fox says simply. “Once F.alco is dead, I can fit you in. Is your airwing nearby?”

Wolf swallows dryly and nods. “That way.” He gestures in the direction he came from. What the hell is he doing..? He’s the one who should be speaking with that cocky, domineering tone. So why is it Fox...and why is it working..?!

“Good. Then get to it.” Fox leans back more, folding his arms behind his head. Wolf stares at him for a few seconds before he relents and begins to knead his hands into Fox’s stomach.

“Wmmlf?!” F.alco’s muffled voice can almost be made out. Wolf would love to taunt F.alco right now. He’s always been as annoying if not more so than Fox. But Wolf can’t seem to think of anything snarky to say at all. The only thing he can think is...will Fox really eat him when he’s done? His tail starts to wag the longer he thinks about it.

...

Fox grunts and wiggles a bit as he has to really squeeze himself into the seat of Wolf’s airwing. It’s certainly not built for fitting two people...well, three, but F.alco is a lot more malleable now. The real struggle is fitting Wolf’s bulky form in white it’s so tightly curled up in Fox’s gut.

It takes some effort, but he finally manages to get settled. Something pops in his stomach, making Wolf yelp and twitch. He’s crammed in roughly, pressed against the walls and control panels so he has almost no space to move with.

Fox stifles a belch into his fist, patting his gut with his other hand. “Sorry for the tight squeeze, Wolf. But I really gotta thank you for all of this. If it weren’t for you...I think we would’ve kept being at each other’s throats for the rest of time. It was about time we settled this once and for all...”

Wolf lets out a low groan, feeling hazy. He’s soaked in stomach juices and slurry that used to be F.alco. His body is cramped and twisted uncomfortably, one of his arms dislocated after being shoved too hard. It’s too hot and everything is sore and the smell is unbearable. This isn’t right...it’s not how it was meant to go...so why...isn’t he angry about this..?

The airwing soon takes off from the ground and flies off. By the time Fox gets back to the others, he'll have a full story figured out for what happened. All the important details should stay the same. Wolf shot him and F.alco down, then showed up some time later and killed F.alco, just for Fox to use that chance to take his ship and fly off. Everything else? Not nearly as important. No one will notice the details being smudged.

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Second part of the Smash vore tourney

Part 1 - <Part 2> - Part 3 - Part 4

D.K Y.oshi F.ox B.owser F.alco M.ewtwo S.onic K.ing Dedede L.ucario W.olf W.ii Fit Trainer D.uck Hunt R.idley K. R.ool P.iranha Plant B.anjo

Round 2

With eight contestants left, tensions are getting a bit higher now. There’s less mystery over who is going to have to face against who. D.K keeps glaring at Fox with a toothy grin, while S.onic and Wolf are sizing each other up. L.ucario is doing his best to ignore R.idley opening drooling over him and just barely holding back. B.owser wasn’t so worried, not really noticing that the P.iranha Plant is slurping over its lips as it stares at him, eager to taste K.oopa meat.

Finally, the next bracket is made, and the first two competitors can walk out to begin round 2.

P.iranha Plant v B.owser

B.owser grins as he sees the P.iranha Plant across from him. He was figuring it would give up pretty fast, let its king take the win and move on. So he stomps over, ready to grab it and eat. So he was a bit taken back when it suddenly launched his head forward and took a snap at him, just barely missing his nose.

“Hey, whaddya think you’re doing?!” B.owser demands angrily. “Did you forget who your king is?!” As if to answer him, P.iranha Plant attempts another lunging snap. This one, B.owser had to back away from to avoid. He snarls now, flames leaking out between his lips. This is treason! He’s going to make sure he teaches this plant a lesson.

Fire immediately spews forth from B.owser’s maw, hoping to roast the plant. It doesn’t as the P.iranha Plant begins to spin its leaves like a fan, taking to the sky and blowing the flames back. Its flying in towards B.owser, jaws snapping greedily, and the king has to dodge out of the way to avoid that drooling maw.

As soon as the plant landed again, B.owser charges in and dives into his shell, spinning around rapidly. He manages to sweep the plant up with it, knocking it around until it’s sent flying and crashing to the ground. B.owser pops back out and stands with a laugh. That should teach it!

He grabs the P.iranha Plant by the stem to lift it up. It’s jaws keep trying to snap, wanting nothing more than to devour all that K.oopa meat. B.owser puts a stop to that with a blast of fire that saps more of the plant’s energy out of it.

B.owser would rather this be actual meat than...well, the opposite of that. But at least it got thicker after its last match. So B.owser opens his drooling maw wide, lowering the P.iranha Plant inside pot first. A few wet gulps and slurps sucks it down, its head disappearing past his lips and down the hatch.

“Bleh...” That shouldn’t count as food at all, given that awful taste. B.owser’s guts boil wetly and the plant doesn’t last long in that lava-like tank. Barely a minute later, B.owser hikes up his tail and pushes out a single log. It’s even smaller than the last, with only a flower pot baked into the mess. B.owser can’t feel smug about that! The next meal better be worth it...

With an annoyed huff, B.owser is stomping off, declared the victor.

Fox v D.K

Once the grumbly B.owser was back, Fox and D.K were heading out to the arena. Fox doesn’t really like the way the ape is looking at him at all. But he gives his gut a squeeze, knowing that D.edede had been about the same size and now he’s nothing but fat. He’s sure he can do the same to the gorilla, even as D.K bounces his pecs just to tease the fox.

Both of them have the same strategy as before, with D.K winding up his arm while Fox starts trying to wear him down with shots. All Fox’s strategy does is let D.K prepare himself before he comes charging in. Of course, Fox is fast, and is able to bounce back when the ape comes at him and makes a grab for him.

It becomes a game of cat and mouse, with Fox running and leaping around D.K as the gorilla tries to take shots at him. Between his fiery leaps and illusionary dashes, Fox is usually able to keep just out of D.K’s grasp while laying some cover fire on him any time he gets a chance. All that’s doing is winding D.K up more.

When Fox tries to zip past D.K with another of his illusions, the ape actually saw it coming. D.K turned around the second Fox disappeared, and when he reappeared, large hands slam over his head on either side. It makes fox yelp out and leaves him stunned, giving D.K a chance to punch him with a wound-up arm and send Fox crashing face-first into the floor some distance away.

Fox groans out, trying to pick himself up. His blaster is sitting in front of him and he tries to reach for it. But he’s dragged back with a yelp and lifted off the ground, held by his ankle by D.K. He’s brought face-to-face with D.K, the gorilla grinning wide and toothily. It actually gets a slight whimper out of Fox. Then D.K lifts his free arm, showing off a furry pit to Fox.

Fox’s cry is muffled as he’s shoveled face-first into the ape’s armpit. Fox tries to push away or beat on D.K, but it doesn’t do anything. D.K just starts to push down on Fox and the smaller man begins sinking deeper. Fox kicks and struggles for a little bit, but once he’s up to his stomach, a hard flex from D.K’s arm ends that. His body spasms for a moment before going slack, the gorilla’s muscles growing thicker at the same time. Pushing down on his boots slurps the last of Fox out of sight, and another strong flex reduces his body into muscle mass.

D.K snorts and thumps his chest with a roar. He stomps his feet as he widens his stance and, in one smooth, full log, pushes Fox back out. The mass coils up under the ape, fur and bones poking out of him, the skull dropping first with its jaws still open. One a pair of boots push out and the log is pinched off, the deed is done, and D.K lumbers off smugly as he’s declared the winner.

L.ucario v R.idley

L.ucario winces slightly when D.K returns, his musk even thicker after taking on another meal. His sensitive nose can’t take it. Wolf has the same problem, his laughing over the battle only stopping because he had to cover his nose. D.K at least had a smug grin on his face when he sat down.

L.ucario is happy to get out of the room and out to the field. He’s joined by his opponent, R.idley, the alien creature twitching in anticipation for the match. Both of them are sporting a bit of extra fat from their last matches and they intend to be the one to have more in the end.

R.idley strikes fast by launching in and grabbing L.ucario. The jackal is then slammed into the ground and dragged along until he’s tossed into the air and struck with R.idley’s tail. It makes L.ucario howl out and he comes crashing to the ground soon, reeling in pain. R.idley immediately follows up by launching a volley of fireballs at the P.okemon.

L.ucario takes a hit from a couple before he’s finally able to get up and move out of the way. It’s clear to him that R.idley is trying to exhaust him with unrelenting attacks. L.ucario can feel his aura surging through him, his weakening body causing it to only get stronger. He has to find a balance here--if he takes too many hits, he’ll go down. But if he can do this right, he’ll be able to stop the alien in one shot.

L.ucario tries to rush in, but R.idley is quick to take to the sky and launch himself at the P.okemon like a missile. It sends L.ucario skidding back, just barely able to miss snapping jaws that tried to end him, and he’s hit with R.idley’s tail again right after. The P.okemon staggers slightly, finding exhaustion creeping in already. R.idley senses that weakness as well and launches forward, jaws open wide to devour his opponent.

What R.idley gets instead is a blast of powerful aura right in the mouth from L.ucario’s paw. It makes the alien shriek as he’s suddenly knocked backward and onto the ground. His head is left spinning, all the damage he’d done blasted right back at him with a Force Palm. L.ucario doesn’t give a second to let this opportunity go to waste. He grabs R.idley’s tail and, after a few rubs to his crotch, stuffs it right down his cock.

With a wet slurp, R.idley is dragged along the ground, his tail disappearing rather quickly. With a groan and a shake of his head, R.idley is coming to. He tries to push himself up again, but he’s sucked deeper, his legs folding up against his torso as his ass is now disappearing into the P.okemon’s cock. L.ucario is trying his hardest to keep a stern expression, not wanting to betray the clear pleasure he’s getting from this.

There’s a lot less pleasure on R.idley’s face, as he screeches and claws at the ground, trying to pull himself backwards. But L.ucario’s cock was stronger, still pulling the space pirate deeper despite the resistance. Deep claw marks gouge through the ground, R.idley’s screeches like nails on glass as he sinks in further and further.

L.ucario’s sack bulges out and hangs down more as they’re filled. R.idley’s stomach is already sinking down, his legs and tail now trying to stretch the P.okemon’s sack out. As R.idley sinks in up to his chest, he pivots to trying to slash at L.ucario. Both of his arms are seized by the wrist, L.ucario’s powerful aura shooting shocks through him. It keeps him still enough to let his chest and shoulders sink down. With a final cry, so does his head, and L.ucario finally releases his arms to let those slurp down his cock.

L.ucario shivers slightly and lets out a sigh through his nose. He’s already stroking himself, eyes closed with a tense expression. His nuts are resting on the ground, R.idley thrashing within, the flesh stretched tight around his large form. With a huff, L.ucario flexes his nuts, getting a cry from R.idley as he’s suddenly smashed into a more compact form. L.ucario is once again focusing his aura, using it to end his prey as quickly as possible.

R.idley tries to fight back as best he can, stretching out the P.okemon’s sack with trashing and kicks. But L.ucario clenches each time, forcing R.idley back into a ball. A thick, boiling churn comes from those working nuts, R.idley’s cries replaced with sputters and coughs. Each time L.ucario’s sack clenches, the sharp and clear details of R.idley’s form is looking less defined. Even his powerful body can’t do much against a broiling sack and his useless thrashing grows weaker and weaker.

In only a few clenches, R.idley’s screeching has turned into weak cries. He can barely make the rounding sack bulge with his weak struggles, only getting thick sloshes to come forth. With another clench, even that stops, only some whimpering noises rising over the sounds of bubbling. L.ucario tenses, gritting his teeth and clenching again. R.idley finally goes silent as L.ucario howls, a geyser of cum shooting forth and splattering to the ground.

Everything gets painted white quickly, gallons of seed striking the ground with each rope that fires. Large bones strike the ground as well, R.idley’s skeleton having managed to survive long enough to come back out. Not that it does him any good, as even his skull ends up slamming into the ground, jaws still open wide from his final cry.

The intense orgasm comes to an end soon after that, L.ucario left panting and huffing from the overwhelming feeling. His legs are wobbling slightly but he manages to hold his ground. He feels much better at least, R.idley’s aura giving him a large boost. Not to mention the new merchandise he’s got swinging between his legs, his nuts a bit fatter and cock bigger. L.ucario tries not to blush as he wipes the mess off of himself.

The announcer had declared his victory after that, L.ucario walking from the arena once he’s collected himself.

Wolf v S.onic

L.ucario doesn’t make any eye contact with the others as he gets back and sits down. He’s still blushing a bit over that moment of vulnerability. The viewing room is getting emptier with time, and the last pair of contenders are both impatient at this point. They’re both up and moving before L.ucario has even sat down.

On the field, Wolf and S.onic are both exuding confidence. Naturally, both of them believe they’ll easily come out on top and are eager for a chance to prove it. Wolf smirks, showing off his teeth as he spins his blaster in his paw. “I was hoping I’d get to show up that birdbrain myself, but taking you down will be just as good. Cocky and blue...that’s close enough.”

“You’ll have to keep up with me to do that,” S.onic retorts, stretching out. “Oh wait, F.alco did keep up...and I still dumped him. So, I guess this’ll be even faster.” S.onic curls up and begins to speed along the ground, rocketing for Wolf.

Wolf does try to avoid it by lunging to the side, but he’s not fast enough to get totally out of the way. S.onic catches him in the side and he hits the ground with a growl. S.onic turns fast and comes barreling in to run him down again, but Wolf has enough time to aim his blaster and fire at the spinning speedster.

It’s enough to make S.onic come tumbling to a stop, landing flat on his stomach. He groans and rubs his head as he pushes himself up. Wolf is in front of him, grinning wide, blaster aimed down at S.onic. “This keeping up just fine?”

“Not quite.” S.onic bounces back just as Wolf fires, avoiding the shot. Then he comes flying back in with a homing attack, hitting Wolf in the chest and making the mercenary stumble. More shots fire, but S.onic speeds away from them, only to come in for another homing attack as soon as there’s an opening and knocking Wolf’s blaster away.

With a snarl, Wolf tries meeting S.onic head on instead, slashing with his claws at the next homing attack. It knocks S.onic out of the air, but the force of hitting it knocks Wolf back onto his ass as well. S.onic lands on his feet, and so is able to launch into another homing attack. Wolf, unable to get back to his feet, attempts opening his jaws for the incoming attack.

It’s not enough. Wolf yelps as his head is pulled into the blue blur instead, and the rest of him soon after. By the time S.onic hits the ground, Wolf is gone from sight, and he’s still spinning around. He comes to a screeching halt, standing tall and visible again. A hand rests on his stomach, looking a bit plumper, and a stray belch escapes him. Some gray fur flutters out of his jaws and nothing else. “Not bad. Maybe space food gets a bad rap, I’ve been enjoying it lately!”

A low groan rumbles out of S.onic’s stomach and he winces. “Woof...goes right through me, though.” He squats down, grunting as he pushes. Like F.alco before, Wolf escapes the hedgehog’s bowels all at once, a thick log baked around his skeleton and clothes sliding out onto the ground.

Wolf slides out skull first, his jaws still open wide and an eyepatch connected to the skull. Then the rest follows, his uniform still worn over his bones, slightly tattered and stained. All of it sits half naked in the foul waste. Boots pushed out soon, and S.onic pinched the log off with a content sigh.

He speeds out after they, gone from the room just as the announcer declared his victory. And with it, that was the last of the space-faring mercenaries.

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Do you have any prompts from any character or any scenario that include tons of disposal?

I think I got some ideas! Gonna use some guys I haven't got asks for yet.

Little paws rub over A.ngus’s gut as it gurgles out wetly. A small, pleased hum escapes the bear, followed by a thick gulp to send the flailing arm sticking out of his mouth down the hatch. A deep huff comes out soon after, his gut growing out another notch with a wet groan. “Okay...I’m full, Bug.” Very full, in fact. That was about ten people--everyone who had been in the video store once his shift had ended. A.ngus can’t see his boyfriend past his stomach, but he can hear G.regg’s snickering and feel his paws pressing into his stuffed belly. “Suuure ya are, Cap’n. It’s not like I’ve seen you eat plenty more than this!” G.regg’s paws push in deeper, and it makes a wet squelch echo out. It also works out a thick belch out of A.ngus, making some of the DVDs on the shelves rattle around. G.regg snickers again and A.ngus lets out a little huff, a slight blush crossing his cheeks. The bear’s stomach is gurgling harshly, some people still squirming enough in there to bulge it out. But already, some of them have stopped moving entirely, and a liquid weight is starting to build up. A.ngus knows G.regg is right. This isn’t one of his bigger meals by a long shot. But he only really does this to appease G.regg, so the size of his feasts are almost always circumstantial. So long as it doesn’t get in the way of his work hours, A.ngus doesn’t mind, though. Plus...the belly rubs always feel nice. A.ngus figures that the other shift clerk might be in soon, and he still has some digesting to do, so he has G.regg help him move out of sight. The adult video section is good enough, with a curtain to give them a bit of privacy. Not that they’ll be doing anything indecent...yet. For now, it’s just G.regg giving A.ngus’s guts lots of attention and loving, helping the gurgling mass break down all of the live meat still inside. And it steadily shrinks back, letting out harsh, loud noises as it breaks down the random and unfortunate customers who ended up being in the wrong place at the wrong time. And with a bit of time, they’re gut slop pumping through the bear’s bowels. A.ngus’s sweater only half fits over his belly, and it’s still sloshing and gurgling wetly. Especially with G.regg’s paws squishing over it and shaking it around, which gets small, bubbly burps from his boyfriend. A.ngus has to take G.regg by the paws to make him stop, and he leads the fox out of the adult section and out the back of the store. There are dumpsters back there and it’s the only thing that A.ngus can use after meals like this. He wiggles his pants down and, with a bit of help from G.regg, gets himself up on the dumpster with his ass over the edge. With a soft grunt, and a good, hard push, a massive log of shit begins to slide out of A.ngus and into the dumpster below. And once he gets started, it’s easy to keep going. The mass of waste steadily heaps up in the dumpster below, bones and clothes baked into the mess and giving it odd lumps that get little grunts out of A.ngus. It rarely breaks off naturally, only doing so when its own weight drags it down. All the while, G.regg is watching from the front, paws all over A.ngus’s gut as he feels it shrink a bit from dumping the weight. Finally, A.ngus lets out a sigh as he pinches off the last of the mess. G.regg helps him down and he pulls up his pants while the fox looks at the leftover mess. “Woof! Look at all that, Cap’n! Hard to think it used to be a bunch of people, huh?” He looks over at A.ngus with a big grin. A.ngus just sighs slightly through his nose and reaches past G.regg to close the dumpster. “You’re very strange, Bug,” the bear says. “Let’s go home. It smells back here.” He takes the fox’s paw and walks off, knowing that G.regg is going to be all over him for the rest of the night. Not that he minds. He’d just rather be somewhere more comfortable when it happens.

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Chief Bogo makes no hint about how he feels as he looks over files in his office. One would think that it’s a completely normal day for him and...well, it is. But sitting at his desk with a massive, bulging gut before him isn’t the most usual. It was an employee performance review day, and as usual for these days, some officers had to be...let go. Always a difficult choice, though the chief’s stomach didn’t have such issues making them. A belch rumbles out of Bogo but he doesn’t react to it beyond a slurp over his lips afterward. Tastes like polar bear still, which makes sense, given that’s what went down most recently. He’s fighting plenty hard in there, though if he’d made even half that effort in his work, he wouldn’t be down there in the first place. Most officers who take the plunge kick and thrash like nothing else. They don’t often enjoy being reduced to food, especially to an herbivore. Well, not like that’s going to save the bear, or the other officers who went down before him. Bogo knows that none of them will be moving by the end of the day. Hell, they likely won’t even be alive by then. Bogo sets the files he’s pouring over aside with a sigh and leans back in his chair to start rubbing over his gut. “Well, looks like this is all I get today. See how easy it was to just keep doing your job right? Your fellow officers were able to do it!” Several angry, muffled voices yell out at the same time, impossible to understand with the deep, rumbling gurgling on top of that. Not that Bogo really cares. Anything they have to say doesn’t matter. Once he’s done ‘processing’ these terminations, that’ll be the end of it. Though, he is starting to consider if he should be hiring so many...large species as officers. His gut is massive because of it, and he’s just thankful his chair hasn’t given out from under him. He grinds his paws a bit deeper into his stomach, giving another thick belch into the air. He can feel some faint twitching give into stillness down below. That’s one officer down. Just a few more, who are all waning on their energy. Everyone else at the station knows not to bother Bogo at all and instead be grateful no one else was called into his office. The heavy gurgles that just barely get past the door and the occasional roaring belch still keeps anyone who happens to be within ear shot a bit on edge. A reminder of what happens if they can’t do their job well. At the end of the day, when most officers are coming in for the nightshift, Bogo lumbers out of his office while rubbing over his much smaller, rounder gut. Most officers don’t spend long looking at him as he walks off. Bogo has enough decency to take his business to one of the bathrooms and settle himself down in a stall. Though...after his meal, it won’t make much of a difference. The first heavy log that comes slithering out of the chief’s ass fills the bowl instantly, and the buffalo lets out a snort as he simply starts to raise his ass and keep unloading. The officers he ate make for a very large, heavy mass of dung. The logs are nearly a foot thick and packed in densely, with large, tough bones in each one. The toilet gets smothered in water buffalo shit rather quickly, and Bogo steps forward as he just keeps unloading the mass. He grumbles to himself every time he has to strain and push a bit harder over certain awkward shapes stretching him out. But he’s been doing this for long enough that it’s hardly a challenge for him. The stench he’s making is harder to put up with than actually dumping the men off. By the time the last log is dropping out of Bogo, he’s no longer standing in the stall, instead just outside of it and holding the door open. The pile he’s made is half-filling the space. Half-buried skulls and faded, ruined badges among the other indigestibles means anyone who happens to investigate this stall will know which of their coworkers failed the evaluation. Bogo hikes his pants back up and lets the stall door close as he walks off.

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A deep, wet belch echoes across the otherwise silent ship. It’s soon replaced by the sound of deep, rumbling laughter. W.olf O’Donnell gives his engorged gut a few rough smacks, making it wobble slightly and earned a muffled shout from whoever he just hit. He doesn’t really care, showing off a toothy grin. “Well, that’s the last of your crew, M.ccloud,” he rumbles out, glaring down at the smaller fox pinned beneath the weight of his gut. “I told you that birdbrain would taste like chicken. So, whaddya have to say now, hm?” He leans in closer, purposefully pressing down on both his gut and the man under it. It feels good to finally get one over on the massive thorn in his side. That’s why Fox had to be last, had to watch the rest of his loyal and trusting friends disappear down W.olf’s gullet. To really, truly drill it in that W.olf has finally--ptui! “Ack!” W.olf jerks his head back. Fox had spit in his face when he leaned in, and is now mean-mugging the mercenary as he wipes his face off. W.olf growls softly, looking down at the pilot. “Still a child...heh, well, I can do that, too.” His expression turns quickly, back into a smug grin as he leans in again. This time, W.olf opens wide, puffing hot breath into Fox’s face as he gives the pilot a slow slurp with his tongue. “Mmmm...” A pleased sound rumbles out of W.olf. He knew he was right to save Fox for last...but now there’s no more waiting. Even with the rest of the team in his guts, one lick of his rival has his gut growling like a starved beast. So W.olf clamps his jaws down over Fox’s head, ignoring his yells, and begins to swallow. He’d take more of his time but he wanted Fox to get to his gut while his friends were still alive. That doesn’t mean W.olf speeds through it, though. He’s careful to get at least one taste of whatever part of Fox enters his maw as he guzzles his rival down. Even then, it ends all too soon. W.olf’s head is tipped back, maw wide open and drooling, a pair of twitching feet poking out of them. With a growl and a snap of his jaws, he swallows them down, and his gut balloons with a wet slosh as Fox is squished in along with his team. W.olf keeps his head back to let out a howl of victory. It’s short lived as his jaws wrench open in a deep, guttural belch that echoes through the empty ship. A new muffled voice and set of bulges come from his engorged gut now. He puts his paw over the shape of Fox’s face and pushes down on it with a massive grin, causing his gut to slosh and squelch loudly. Everyone makes more noise and kicks around but W.olf just chuckles deeply. “Finally...I’ve got you now, S.tarFox. And I’m not letting you get away this time...” W.olf sits back, leaning against the wall and folding his arms behind his head. He’d sleep if he wasn’t so excited still, watching his guts work. It takes time, but steadily, the wet, churning sounds get louder and harsher. The muffled voices of his meals fade out steadily, growing weaker and harder to hear. The bulges they make shift with less intensity and even begin to sink in on themselves. As time passes. W.olf’s gut grows round and smooth, sounding more liquid than anything. When the first of his meals stops twitching, his gut begins to shrink, and he feels the rest of them give in the same. They soften and melt and die, and each pumps away into him. When he feels the last sporadic twitches fall into stillness, he can’t help but laugh. He’s finally won. The next time someone gets into contact with the ship, W.olf is long gone. But he’s left his mark. A video call starts up, and it’s quite a shock for the caller. In the pilot’s seat is a heap of fresh W.olf shit, thick logs heaped up in a small mountain. Bits of uniform, fur, feathers, and bone can be identified. So can four skulls, each half buried somewhere in the pile. A frog, a hare, a bird, and sitting near the top, a fox. Of course, that’s the easy to recognize bits of the S.tarFox crew. No one else will realize they’re looking at them every time a fattened W.olf makes himself known.