Fatal Oral Digestion Version
Fuzzy was a mammal. A friendly-seeming mammal who had befriended Chomper the t-rex. Chomper was a sharptooth, like the other predators, but he seemed on the nicer side. Fuzzy, however, hadn't picked him for anything he could offer Chomper. Rather, the relationship was all take. With a good sense of smell, the best out there, being a t-rex, Chomper had helped Fuzzy survive being captured and eaten by several hungry predators. Chomper had thought him a friend. However, one day, hoping to get in the good graces of Thud, a fast biter, he had sold out Chomper's location to him. Chomper and his friends had barely escaped. When Chomper had encountered Thud sometime later, he wondered how Thud had found him. Thud told him that *That little fuzzball sold you out, hoping to please me.*
*Fuzzy wouldn't.* Chomper replied in the sharptooth language.
*Well, he did. And you know what, since he dishonored you, I'll let you get away, this time, so that you can make him pay.*
*Make him pay?*
*Yep. Nobody should cross a sharptooth, not even a little one like you, and get away with it.*
*What should I do?*
*Get a group of his fellows around and watch as you swallow him whole and digest him alive.*
*Sounds kind of harsh.*
*Do you want to be respected or not?*
*Ok, I'll do it.*
The following day, Chomper had gathered today a bunch of mammals that Fuzzy was on friendly terms with. "What are they here for?" Fuzzy asked, having no clue that Thud had ratted him out.
"To watch the demonstration."
"What demonstration?"
"You sold me out and now I'm going to eat you!" Before Fuzzy could react, Chomper reached down and grabbed his tail with his claws, holding him up in the air.
"Don't eat me! I don't wanna die!"
"You won't die for a while. I'm going to swallow you whole."
Fuzzy could do nothing as Chomper dangled him over his mouth, beginning to lick him. He had been afraid before that Chomper was going to eat him by chewing him up. Now he was terrified that instead he was going to be swallowed whole. "No, don't swallow me! Even killing me first would be better!" Fuzzy pleaded.
"Nope, you need to think over what you've done as you meet your end." Chomper said, as he continued to lick him, holding him tightly on the tail with his claws. Fuzzy's tail ached from the pull of gravity, but he was more concerned about being swallowed. Chomper continued to lick him until he was totally caked in saliva. Then, the sharptooth moved the mammal into his mouth, headfirst. He moved him in bit by bit over the next several minutes, sucking on him with his gums. Soon, his head was pushed through the opening to the throat and he descended through it, like a sacrifice being lowered into a pit as an offering to some heathen god. He gagged as Chomper belched, sending foul air past him. He could feel his lower half starting to be sucked on, but, with his hands now starting to move down the throat, he could do nothing. As time went on, his lower half entered the mouth, with only his tail and legs still out. He was getting closer and closer to the opening to the stomach. The critters gathered around were quaking in fear, watching their friend be swallowed alive. Chomper lowered the rest of Fuzzy, save the tail, into his mouth. Fuzzy's head pushed against the opening to the stomach.
"Don't swallow me!"
GULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP! Chomper swallowed hard, pulling all of Fuzzy past his uvula and down into his throat. "Nooooooo!" the mammal screamed as his whole body slid down, sending his head through the lower esophageal sphincter and into the stomach. It was totally dark inside here and the air was hardly breathable, and what part was, was foul, like that of decaying meat. He could do nothing as more and more of his body entered the stomach, pushed down the throat by peristalsis. Soon, his entire body was inside the stomach and the lower esophageal sphincter sealed shut, trapping him inside. He had little room to move inside the saclike organ. On the outside of Chomper, his belly distended several times its normal size. "Let me out Chomper! I'm not food!" he bellowed
"You feel like food to me, in my stomach. You're just a really big bug." Chomper said, rubbing his stomach. "You're such a big bug that I can rub my tummy, even with my short arms."
"I'm not a bug! I'm not food! Let me out of here!"
"You're just food now!"
"I don't wanna be food! Get me outta here!"
"Time to wash down the big bug with lots of little bugs!"
"No, don't eat more! Spit me out instead!"
"Time for dessert!"
"No, don't do it!"
Chomper casually walked over to a beehive, his distended belly jiggling as he walked, and pulled out dozens of bees. His hide was strong enough to resist their stings, though not entirely avoid the pain. Still, he was used to it by now. And so he swallowed these bees all whole, sending them down to his stomach to join Fuzzy. He also washed down these bees with honey from their hive. He loved honey, for it tasted very sweet. The bees, now in his stomach, stung Fuzzy, who screamed, struggling as much as he could in the limited room inside the sack. "Ouch! Yow! Get away!" he yelled.
"Time for more dessert." Chomper said, before finding and devouring a group of spiders. These didn't sting Fuzzy, but instead bit him, as well as crawled all over him. Now he was really flailing inside of the stomach, making Chomper's distended gut really wiggle.
"Let me outta here!"
"Sorry, my belly has to digest you before I can let you out."
"No, no, no, no digestion, please!"
"That was the point of eating you, so I could digest you."
"Get me out of here before it digests me!"
"Don't worry, it'll take a while for the digestion to really work."
"I don't want to be digested at all."
"Talk to my belly."
"I'm not your food, I'm your friend! You wouldn't digest me!"
"You sold me out! All you're good for now is food! And so my stomach will digest you."
"No! I made a mistake! I promise I won't do it again!"
"You're right. Once you get digested, you won't do it again."
Time slowly went by. After two hours, acid began to enter the stomach. Fuzzy, who had been squirming before, was really squirming now as the acid began to singe his fur. The spiders, still alive, bit him more than ever as the stomach began digestion. He screamed and pleaded for mercy, but Chomper just belched, squeezing him tightly. He then breathed in more air, though not as much as before, thus leaving him with even less air and space, but still enough to keep him alive. "Come over here!" Chomper called to two mammals.
"Yes, Chomper?" they said nervously.
"Rub my belly. It helps soak in the digestive juices."
"Yes, Chomper." They did as he asked, making Fuzzy even more miserable as he was poked and prodded by the rubbing from the outside. The stomach growled increasingly louder, gurgling and churning. Fuzzy's fur was burned off. He continued to plead with Chomper, but the Sharptooth just ignored him. The bugs were now dead, but the acid was causing him more pain than the spiders and bees had. The stomach began to contract around him, soon breaking bones.
"Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop!" he howled.
"It's only the beginning of what's in store for you." Chomper said, rubbing his stomach himself now.
GURRRRGLE! CHURRRRRRN! GLORRRRRRB! Five hours later, the stomach was bubbling with acid, which now had burned into Fuzzy's bare patches of skin, making blotchy, bleeding and oozing blisters form. He had cummed several times involuntarily and was howling as the skin was slowly burned off of his penis. "MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!"
"I hope you're thinking over what you've done."
"Yes, I swear I won't do it again! I'll be a better guy!"
"That will help you in the afterlife."
"No, no, spit me up! I want to live!"
"And my belly wants to digest you."
As the day slowly dragged on, the acid burned into the muscles now, breaking off chunks of melted skin, which made the air in the stomach smell all the fouler. Fuzzy was pleading now for Chomper just to end it and burp out all the air. But the sharptooth ignored his pleas for mercy and instead ate fish, for his mid-afternoon snack. This pelted Fuzzy with more food, as well as caused more acids to enter the stomach. GURRRRRGGGLLLLLLE! CHURRRRRRRRRRNNNN! GLORBBBBB! SLOSSSSSSSH! The digestion in the belly was growing very loud, so loud that Fuzzy had trouble hearing anything outside the stomach. The only thing he could hear outside of his burning prison of doom was Chomper's voice, way above him, mocking him. His muscles were now severely burned and his body was twitching involuntarily due to the damage.
Around evening, the acid had now burned into the bones. The bones, already broken from all the contractions from stomach, soon started to give way. His legs stopped working as the bones shattered. Next went his arms. His penis was just oozing semen and pus now, having been very badly blistered almost to the urethra. Still, he begged for it to end, hoping for some form of mercy. But the mercy never came. Instead, he slowly digested, his eyes and ears being burned off, his nostrils bleeding and oozing pusss. Finally, two hours after nightfall, the acid got to his brain and heart and he was finally put out of his misery. How ironic that Chomper, the sharptooth that he had thought to be a pushover, he become the death of him in the end.
Well, the traitor has met his maker. He'd best hope that he reformed before he died, or else he'll be burning worse than he ever did in my stomach. You guys can go now. I'll need to wait three or so days for nature to take its course. And, with that, the creatures left and Chomper went to bed. Over the next three days, Fuzzy's remains were taken out of his stomach and sent through the intestines, the nutrients being absorbed. By the morning of day four of Fuzzy being eaten, the remains had all come to rest in his rectum. He gathered the creatures together. "It's that time. It's time for Fuzzy to reappear to the world one last time as we give him a burial that he deserves." Chomper said, grinning a nasty toothy grin. "We need a hole dug." Several creatures dug a hole for him. When it was deep and wide enough, he moved toward it, ready to empty out his waste.
Chomper bent his legs into a squat. His cloaca opened, releasing gas. PHHHHHBT! PHHHBT! PBBBT! BRRRRRRT! FTTTTTT! PHHHHHHHH! The foul odor escaped the vent hole, fouling up the air. Fuzzy had sure created a lot of gas! He could feel clumps of waste leaving his rectum and entering his cloaca. Soon, one of these clumps began to bulge out. The smelly orange and brown clump distended out like a large acorn, its surface laced with fur ripped off the body of the late Fuzzy. This clump had once been part of a living creature, but now had been reduced to foul smelling waste, all identifying features digested away by Chomper's stomach. It seemed a fitting fate that Fuzzy had been so obliterated, reduced to piles of waste, garbage, filth. His value to Chomper had, in the end, been a decent-sized meal. Now, with his nutrients absorbed into the small intestine, the waste was being excreted, his remains now only fit for fertilizer for plants and food for flies. The foul smelling log continued to distend out the open vent, making a PWICA sound as it left the body. Soon, gravity took hold and it fell into the hole with a PLOP, splattering upon impact with the ground, revealing more fur, as well as a few teeth, encased inside. A new log began to crown out soon after the old one had fallen out. He wasn't burying Fuzzy, no, that was too good for him. He was just having a regular bowel movement; the hole was just a toilet meant for him to put his feces and urine into. That was all that Fuzzy was to him in the end. A pile of shit. A waste product.
More and more logs of feces exited his cloaca, mixed with fur, bones, and teeth. More and more came out his tailhole as time went by. Soon, he felt something large pushing against his vent. UNNNNNNNH! UNNNNNNNNH! UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNH! He grunted hard, pushing out Fuzzy's skull. It was missing all the teeth and its mouth and eye sockets were filled with feces. Chomper continued to excrete the rest of his solid waste on top of it, nearly filling up the hole, which had been about 4 feet deep, with it all. When he was done, he wiped his cloaca clean.
He wasn't done relieving himself, however. His cloaca opened again, and this time urine gushed out, splashing the remains of Fuzzy with a PSSSSST and a PSSSSSSH! The foaming pools of urine carried away some of the fur from the scat, washing it to the bottom of a stream of piss, a bath, as Chomper thought it, for the filthy remains of the filthy Fuzzy. He had a full bladder and so, by the time the urine stopped dripping from his cloaca, some of the waste was underneath the pools of urine. "There, potty break's over." Chomper said. "You can now pay your respects to Fuzzy for the rest of the day. I'll leave him here for you to see and also to feed the flies. We'll finish burying him at nightfall." he said. Now that his wastes were emptied, he went off to play with his friends for the rest of the day.
Around sunset, he returned. The creatures had paid their last respects to Fuzzy, as much as one could pay respects to piles of poop and bones anyway, and the flies had had their day of feasting. "It's time for the final sendoff for Fuzzy." he declared. He bent down into squat. His cloaca opened again, releasing more poop. Now Fuzzy was fully buried. Chomper once more wiped himself. He pushed the mound of dirt over the remains of Fuzzy. "I piss on your grave." he said as he peed. Once he was done peeing, he said "Remember what you have seen here. If you cross me, this will be you!" Few dared crossed him after that, but of those who did, he enjoyed the meals.
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