characters: tamatoa, king
nsfw
special kinks: fatal vore, graphic digestion
length: 1k
minors dni
King's feet slipped down Tamatoa's gullet, his throat bulging out to accommodate the form of the large cyborg.
"Let me go, fuckwad!" King screamed, trying to claw at Tamatoa's tongue that had wound its way around his legs. Its forked tip began to prod at King's still wet slit, sore from the strain Tamatoa had put him under not minutes before. He instantly spasmed again, letting out a pathetic moan as Tamatoa took the opportunity to pull him down farther into his throat and pin his arms to his side with his own meaty hands. He was not subtle about letting King's plating scrape across his fangs as he swallowed, in some parts biting hard enough to draw blood which his tongue gladly lapped off of the cyborg's body.
King continued to squirm and whine, trying to get out as best as he could, but Tamatoa was simply too strong for him. Soon his legs followed his feet, Tamatoa taking extra time to explore his folds before slipping them too down his esophagus. Arms and lower torso next, then chest, and then all that was left was his head. The rhythmic contractions of his throat pulled the cyborg further, further, further, but slow enough to make it last.
Tamatoa looked down to the lumpy surface of his upper stomach and chuckled, pulling out strands of blue synthetic hair from between his teeth.
"Enjoying it down there, boy?" Tamatoa purred.
King huffed, pressing his hands against the tight walls of Tamatoa's stomach.
"You'd better let me out or I'll cause you some serious damage. I can get right to your vitals through here, y'know."
"Oh, believe me, you're not the first to try, and yet here I am. What makes you think you'll be any different?"
"I don't think you're built for eating metal, shitass."`
"Oh, you'd be surprised the things I've digested. Besides, what's a stomachache but a marker that I'm pushing my limits and experimenting? Isn't that what life's all about?"
King grumbled, curling himself up to try and maintain some sense of comfort in his warm, wet, far too tight environment. His horn poked at the wall of Tamatoa's stomach, the bulge of it visible on the surface of Tamatoa's stomach, before the great man pushed it down with a chuckle.
"Don't think that'll earn you any favors, boy."
He was being forced out once again. Down into the beast even further. The contractions and slimy internal coating forced King into Tamatoa's draconic stomach, where he found ever so slightly more room. With his hands outstretched, he tried to press against the walls of the stretched organ, using the light of his eyes to see around the pitch darkness.
It was wretched. The stench of acid and rot and raw flesh was rancid as is, but the wads of undigested hair, skin, and bones that he had landed on nearly made him vomit. He couldn't, though. Wouldn't. Tamatoa would not get to him. Not this time. Not ever.
He shut his eyes as tightly as he could, feeling the acidic fumes burn his nose and begin to peel his paint.
He'd make it through this. Like he had to. Like always.
King could feel the acidic sludge slosh around as Tamatoa fell to his side, his massive paws massaging the King-shaped bulges of his abdomen.
"Oh, this isn’t something you're coming back from this time, boy."
King froze.
"Wh-what do you mean? You always do. You can't anger my bosses, can you? Right? That's what you always say!" King squeaked, the acid soaked into his paint beginning to dissolve his hair and the outer protective coating of his plating.
"Accidents happen, you know. I can be very convincing." Tamatoa laughed.
King's struggles renewed tenfold. He screamed, shouted, pressed as hard as he could with his hands, feet, and horn into the wall of Tamatoa's stomach, trying to get the great beast to expel him. All to no avail.
"You really think you're that special, don't you?" Tamatoa scoffed, continuing to press into his abdomen and jostle King around in the process. "You think you'll be the one to escape. A 'perfect' cyborg, of course, nigh invincible with a reputation to back that."
King began to whimper as tears streamed down his cheeks, mixing with the acids that were corroding his joints and beginning to spread inside of him. It was excruciating. His fleshy body was beginning to dissolve as the plating remained somewhat intact.
But what could he do?
Nothing he did had any effect on the monster he was inside.
"I'm here to remind you of your mortality, King. I may be here for a good time, an experiment, even, but in the end, I am a harbinger of death. Through death I bring about resurrection, becoming a part of me. A part of my form, my size. You should honored."
King was bawling. It really was the end for him. He could feel the organs of his abdominal cavity burning, burning, turning to nothing but chyme to please the insatiable beast. It was creeping into his mouth, his ears, his nose, his tightly-shut eyes. Soon his brain would turn to liquid.
At least the brain was painless.
He let out one final cry as the acids and enzymes ate through his brainstem, severing the connection between him and reality.
Tamatoa felt the life leave King's body as it sagged into the green-tinged slurry around him. It was silent, bar the sounds of his digestion and the rumbles of his own guts.
He'd done it.
The shell, oh, that'd still take some time, but he was determined. He'd sit here as long as he needed for it to break down. Maybe he'd top it all off with another, just to feel their fear as they were confronted with King's half-melted faceplate. What an exciting idea. But, for now, he was content with his prey.
The metal behemoth, the pride and joy of both the company and their admirers, one of the most advanced pieces of modern technology, gone. Nothing left.
And, with him, went Kelvin Romero.
Nothing left.
