"Fernando! I'm home, boy!" David calls to his husky/golden retriever mix who is laying peacefully on the front porch, just up a short flight of wooden stairs from the short path between the driveway and the house.
Fernando bolts upright, glad to see his owner again. He turns and can't help but wag his tail and tap his paws on the ground in excitement. David pats his legs to signal for the dog to come closer.
Fernando knows David likely wants him to trot down the steps and come up to him for pets as has happened many times before. However, he just can't quite help himself, and in his excitement, he leaps from the porch at full speed, right at David.
The anthro deer is thoroughly unprepared for this turn of events, and he's bowled over onto his ass by the dog, barely catching his fall with his hands. Fernando is sticking into his maw, having flown right into it. His front paws are wriggling a bit, barely outside of his owner's maw. The dog's head and shoulders are fully encased within.
GRRRRWWWWWWWLLL
David looks down at the dog stuffed halfway into his maw. Perhaps it's a sudden hunger. Perhaps it's curiosity as to if he even could do it. Perhaps his brain is just on auto-pilot in the moment of shock from the whole sequence of events. Most likely it's some combination of all three. Regardless, after just a moment...
GULP ULK GRRRGLE SLRP
It only takes a couple gulps before only the dog's tail and back paws are outside of his maw. David slurps the rest down, forcing his fluffy companion deep inside his gut. He pats it with both hands and struggles to his feet.
"Oh... Shit, well... Sorry, boy," David rubs over his bloated abdomen. Fernando is not so eager to accept his apology while he's still trapped inside, and the dog scrabbles with all four legs at the walls of David's stomach in a rapid motion.
"Woah— Fuck, holy..." David doubles over slightly, the sensation overwhelming him, "That feels really good actually... Huff... I'm gonna need to go lie down."
FLLRLRBLGLFGHFLLT SLOPLATLPLOPSLAP SLOP PFFRRT
It's now late at night, the moon shining overhead, and David grunts with effort as he squats over a hole dug beneath an oak tree in his back yard. Thick logs of shit dotted with canine bones trickle out of his backside and land in the earth below.
"Fuck, Fernando, didn't expect you to— Huff... Be so exhausting to shit out."
FBLRRCKBLTFBLRRFBL FBLLLL— SPLAT
The dog's spine, held together by thin strings of undigested sinew snakes its way out of David's asshole, thoroughly caked in shit. It lands in the shallow grave with a meaty splat.
"Huff... Huff... Huff... Hngf—"
FBLLLT PLAP
The skull comes last, embedding itself deep into the deer's shit as it lands with the rest of the dog's remains.
With a huff and a sigh, David grabs the roll of toilet paper he'd dragged outside. After a couple minutes of wiping, he grabs his shovel.
Three weeks later, his neighbor is over for dinner. He eyes the vacant kennel and the leash left by the door. "So what happened to your dog?"
David sets a pot of chili on the table, "Dog? I don't, uh, have a dog. Just dogsat for my... cousin for a while."
"Huh, right. That's awful nice of you. You must love dogs."
David rubs the back of his neck, "Err, yeah, sure do."