The prison yard rang with the clinking of metal tools and idle chatter that clear summer’s evening. Overseen by an ample contingent of attentive and well-armed guards, some convicts inspected and repaired the internal circuitry of the visiting synthetic lifeforms, while others got the latest outside-world news from the synths as they polished their steel skin. Fuck it, thought Myron to himself as he watched the sun set between the bars of “the hole,” I did what I had to do. He had been sent there for chomping off another inmate’s finger in the course of a cigarette-related misunderstanding. Boring as solitary was, he reckoned that the nicotine was worth it. More importantly, he had done what was necessary not to appear spineless in the eyes of his fellow prisoners, who would see the slightest sign of weakness as an invitation to enslave him with threats. If he gave an inch, they would have taken a mile. That mankey sure as hell won’t fuck with me again, he thought with satisfaction. His only regret was not eating the rest of the guy - dog food can’t squeal, after all.

The hole was just that - a concrete box and nothing more. It was too narrow for Myron to turn around, and not long enough to stand normally. He had to sit on his haunches instead, though his cell was barely tall enough to allow that. All Myron had been able to smuggle into the cell was a single peanut - not enough to dent his hunger unassisted, but it would add some flavor to tomorrow’s breakfast gruel. On the bright side, twilight was approaching rapidly; in about half an hour, he would be able to sleep off his solitude. Then, there would be one day to go. Child’s play, thought the houndoom, I’ve done two straight weeks before, and I’ve still got my sanity. The minutes dragged on, and eventually, he heard a pair of doors clang open. A throng of prisoners passed by shortly, returning to their cells for rest. Myron, not having been allowed to exhaust himself with labor as the others did, could not sleep. He simply sat there with his eyes closed and waited to get tired. Then, he waited some more. Time slowed to a crawl as the clock struck twelve. Myron had grown quite weary of consciousness itself by that point, but the night still refused to take him. The longer he stayed up, the more bitter he became, and as his mood soured, it became harder to sleep. 

Right as he was about to drift off, a noise snapped him back to reality. Long after all the other inmates and guards had sunk into a deep sleep, the building’s nocturnal inhabitants came to life. Safe from the hungry jaws and cruel paws of the prison’s daytime population, a whole host of smaller species took over. First, the bugs woke up: sizzlipede, spinarak, venipede, and venomoth. Then came the rattata, the raticate, and later still, the zubat. The soft footfalls and sharp skittering of such pest pokemon echoed through the hall, growing louder and more confident as their activity came into full swing. To Myron, it was like the sizzling of bacon on a hot pan. Oh rattata, he silently lamented, why must you tease me so cruelly? If only I was out there with you, I would go to bed full every night. I want to track your scent, chase you into a corner, pin you to the ground, and make you my prey. I don’t want to be hungry anymore. I want to feel your tender tummy on my tongue, I need your meaty little body in my gut. Come to me, mousey, so I can have you for dinner. But the rats could not read his mind, and if they somehow did, his avarice would have only scared them further away. The sound of claws on concrete and tile still reverberated through the building, taunting him alongside occasional squeaking and thumping. 

Grllllll…

Myron heard a rodent’s incisors scraping against something hard, likely a taco shell or some stale bread. He shook his head and frowned in seething resignation, knowing the delectable vermin would never be his despite being about six meters away. The rat finished its meal and left earshot satisfied, leaving the miserable predator alone with his hunger and his thoughts.

Gwrrrrn…

He almost whimpered in self-pity, kept awake by the nagging emptiness of his stomach and its miserable growling. He held up the peanut in the pale moonlight, simultaneously reveling in its delicious smell and grieving at its unsatisfying size. And that was when it hit him: he did not need to go hunting for food. He could make the food come to him. He had bait. The peanut itself might not put a dent in his hunger, but he could use it to lure a more filling meal right into his waiting jaws. Myron stomped on the peanut - an intact shell would be quite suspicious to prey passing by, whereas a nut that looked as if it had been trodden on all day seems natural. He left it a few inches beyond the bars, where prey would not be too scared to take it, but he could still grab anybody greedy enough to touch it. He blew its oily fumes down the hall, spreading the delectable aroma to the sensitive nostrils of pokemon throughout the building. 

He sank back into the gloom of his cell, pretended to snore, and shut his eyes. Not all the way, however - one could not tell from the outside, but he left a small crack beneath his eyelids so he could see the floor outside his cell. Boredom, hunger, solitude, and fatigue afflicted Myron as the minutes dragged on, but he refused to move; any stirring might alert potential prey to his intentions. He wanted to sleep, but the thought of a living meal kept him from drifting away. His heartbeat quickened when he heard the sound of a rattata sniffing in the hall, getting closer and closer. He could smell her and she could smell him, but she cautiously made her way towards the nut anyways. She entered his field of view by the opposite wall, staring intently at his seemingly sleeping figure. She threw a piece of gravel at him - it would visibly surprise him if he were awake, but it was too small to rouse a sleeping dog. That was the idea, at least. Myron kept his composure, not reacting at all to the miniscule impact. The rattata watched him from the other side of the hall, her figure only visible as a blurry silhouette in the shadow below the window. He laid the theater on thicker, as if the rattata’s scent was giving him tasty dreams. She watched the saliva drip from his fangs, tongue, and chin before falling to the floor or running down his neck. Gazing upon his slimy red tongue and into the darkness beyond awakened a primal sense of dread in the rattata’s heart, but she found herself unable to look away. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach and her hair stood stiff. Nevertheless, she took a step towards him. Though she was just a black shape with the moon at her back, he sensed her irresistible longing for the peanut and knew she was his. His muscles were itching to pounce; his paws were eager to feel her furry form squirming desperately as he crushed her into the ground. His belly growled ominously in anticipation, his heart thumped audibly, and the volume of saliva pouring from his jaws seemed to double. Surely, the rattata assured herself, he wouldn’t put on such a conspicuously predatory show on purpose? Surely, he would know how scary it would be to potential prey?

But how did the peanut get there, asked her inner voice of caution, and why didn’t he eat it himself? 

You’re being paranoid, replied her gluttony. He can’t be awake. It’s 1:00 in the morning. He must have put the peanut out as a lure, and fallen asleep for real. Either you get this morsel, or you’re going hungry tonight. Don’t look a gift dog in the mouth. 

Hunger defeated reason in the rodent’s greedy brain, and she silently plodded towards the bait. Myron held back a grin as his gullible mark came within striking range. Another long grumble from his stomach told the rattata to turn back, but she pushed herself through the fear one step at a time. She studied his every feature as she approached, on alert for any sign of consciousness. She wanted to cry and run when his hot breath ruffled her chest’s fur, but she stoically pressed on. She finally reached the legume, but withdrew her hand immediately after touching it; she was hoping to make him pounce before the time was right. She repeated this exercise a few more times in case he was awake, hoping to draw some reaction out of him, or at least make him drop his guard for when she actually goes for the nut. Patience, Myron, patience! You’ll be eating good tonight. The rat’s hungrier than you are, and she’ll give in to the temptation. She’ll die for a peanut, and you’ll have turned a crumb of food into a full-course meal. You’ll swallow her whole, melt her into belly-goop, and deserve every calorie of it. All you have to do is hold still.

Then, she made her move. As soon as her paw gripped the nutshell, a black blur shot from between the bars and squashed her into the floor.

Gotcha.

She barely had time to squeak before the impact knocked the wind out of her. Panic and regret seized her immediately as Myron dragged her into his cell, painfully scraping her underbelly against the rough concrete below.

Once she was inside, he held her against the wall by the neck, just below the cell window. A narrow strip of moonlight filtered through, illuminating his neck and head with a faint bluish glow. She writhed for a few seconds more, trying to slip free from his grasp, but soon gave up and let herself hang limp. Unsure of what else to do, she met his ravenous gaze with a look of terrified pleading. The cruel sneer on his face revealed no hint of mercy; his possessive stare promised her a slow and painful demise. The glint of the moon on his teeth hurt her eyes. A low gwrllll drew her eyes down towards his midsection, fueling the most morbid impulses of the rat’s imagination. Myron lowered her into the darkness and pressed her ear into his gut, sadistically indulging her macabre curiosity. Behind a thin layer of fur and muscle, an abhorrent gurgling echoed. She heard the acids calling for her, striving to add her name to the extensive list of lives they had doubtlessly ended. She could feel the vibrations pulse through her brain whenever his stomach rumbled. Her shaky breathing served to intensify Myron’s hunger. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you. Your absence has tortured me. But your fear makes it all worthwhile. I can’t imagine how good you’ll feel on the inside.”

He smushed her between his tummy and the cold, hard wall, suspending her paws slightly above the ground. She tried with all her might to bite him, but could not manage to open her jaws. He felt her every spasm, shiver, and squeal reverberating against his gut, almost as if she were already inside. Reaching the peak of an adrenaline spike, she thrashed as if she were in there, too. All she managed to do was exhaust her muscles and bonk her bones against the concrete. Once she stopped, he shoved her into the wall even harder, as if to penalize her for giving up. Her neck was bent awkwardly to the side, and her limbs were completely immobilized. All she could do was twitch her tail and wait until she suffocated. But her predator was not feeling merciful enough to let that happen.

As much as he enjoyed abusing his defenseless prey, he still wanted to fill his belly sooner rather than later. Aster gasped instinctively, barely having held onto consciousness under the pressure of Myron’s abs. 

“You’re a stupid little glutton, aren’t you? Did you actually think I was asleep, or did you want to get eaten?” 

Myron leaned into the rat a little less, giving her just enough air to beg for her life:

“Wait, don’t do this! If you let me go, I’ll tell all my friends about this tasty peanut and you’ll be able to stuff yourself silly! I’ll keep you fed for a week! A month! I’ll bring you my whole family!”

“Tell me, Snack - what is your name?”

“A- Aster!” she squealed desperately. 

“Well, Aster, you’re food and I’m starving. I’m not an idiot either. If I let you go, I know you won’t come back, and I can’t hold you captive forever. If the peanut came to life and started begging for mercy, would you let it walk? No? Didn’t think so. You can talk to me, or you can clam up - Your terror is obvious and enjoyable either way. Struggle or submit as you will - do whatever you like. It doesn’t matter whether you’re willing or not - you'll be tasty, filling, and under my control no matter what. You will be digested, in case there was ever any doubt. Any questions?“

“C- Can you please make it quick at least? You’ll get your meal, a- and I won’t have to suffer any longer…”

“Ha, as if I'd chew up something as cute and squirmy as you. At that point, you’d be no better than any other leg of meat. No, I want you alive. The suffering is the point. You’re all the entertainment I have in this place, and I wanna make you last.“

She gripped her by the back of her neck and lifted her to his face, just to get a better look at the terror in her eyes. In return, she caught a glimpse of his smug, remorseless sneer, borne solely of the base pleasure the dog derived from dominating and hurting other living beings. She felt his hot breath puffing out of his nostrils and running through her fur, giving her a taste of the sweltering environment awaiting her. Even worse than that malevolent grin was the open maw that replaced it, a ring of murderous teeth around a pitch-black hole with no visible end. His hunger was palpable, and the instant she saw his tongue, she knew it would overpower her. She inhaled in sharp gasps between shrieking and tears, a display that would have moved almost any other creature to pity. As he dangled her kicking legs above his tongue, she could not bear to look down, squeezing her eyes shut to avoid gazing into the pit of death below. But the image of that dark abyss stuck in her head, promising her total and irreversible destruction.

Right as Myron was about to gulp her down, he realized that there was still fun to be had. She heard his mouth shut, and for a split second, she wondered if some spark of conscience had somehow entered her predator’s brain. Looking around in confusion, she glanced over her shoulder, and noticed the scarlet pillar rising between his legs.

“NO-“

He tried to spit her out, but she clung to his teeth, apparently trying to pull herself back in. She held on with all her strength, straining against his tongue as it tried to shove her out. Myron’s patience soon ran out, and he put his paw in his mouth. He easily pried her hands from his fangs, and suspended her an inch from his snout, eye-to-eye once again.

“Aw, do you already miss my mouth? Don’t worry, you’ll be back shortly - I’m just gonna rape you first. It’ll hurt just as bad as you expect, so close your eyes and think of cheese.”

Myron ignored Aster’s continued pleading; every second of pointless groveling turned him on even more. She felt the heat rising from his phallus as he lowered her ass towards the tip. 

“PLEASE-“

Squelch.

Myron’s log broke through her anus with overwhelming force. It was thicker than her leg, but he jammed it in by sheer strength. She would have screamed, but the weight of his cruel paw crushed her throat and lungs too hard. A weak wheeze escaped from her mouth. but Myron did not seem to care. He smiled, in fact, amused by the suffering of his disposable mate. The end of his cock hit the back of her colon, stretching it towards her chest. He could not even go all the way in, since his tool was as long as her torso. His girth stretched her past her limit, forcing her legs painfully far apart. A torrent of blood poured from her irreversibly-torn anal ring, flowing down Myron’s cock and balls before pooling on the concrete below. 

“Think it’s bad now?” Myron asked with a teasing smirk, “just wait ‘till I knot.”

Tears soaked Aster’s face as the minutes drew on, but nothing could prepare her for the ordeal of being knotted by a pokemon as big as houndoom. The mass of rock-hard, burning-hot flesh rounded out her midsection; the pressure of it threatened to burst her open. Her whole body shook from every twitch of his cock. Each sent a wave of unbearable pain through her exhausted body. Her frayed muscles, straining skin, dislocated bones, flattened organs, and half-empty veins cried together in a chorus of unlimited agony. His meat cooked her from the inside, searing her bowels and boiling her remaining bodily fluids. Being a mere wrapper for his upright rod, her legs dangled above the ground while her spine pressed into his continually-grumbling belly. She planted her feet on either side of his cock and pushed away in hopes of slipping herself off of it, but trying to force the knot back out only hurt her more. This counterproductive struggling amused Myron endlessly, plastering a sadistic grin on his face. He could not resist giving her a teasing lick atop the head, reminding her of his murderous hunger. She was essentially immobile relative to his phallus; his thrusts only moved her a few millimeters down his shaft, though he poured all his strength into each one. He grunted as he approached the point of climax, panting hard through his clenched teeth as cruel pleasure consumed his every atom. 

“Hnf!”

An absolute flood of cum, hot and thick as molten iron, filled Aster in a hundredth of a second before bursting from her nose and mouth under incalculable pressure. It tried to escape through her anus, but the knot blocked that exit. The temperature of his seed melted her more sensitive parts, fusing her internal tissue together in the most horrendous ways. Some overflowed into Aster’s respiratory system, making it difficult to breathe. Steam rose from the pool of blood and cum as it soaked into Myron’s paws and Aster’s silky underbelly. 

After filling his prey with thick cream, he devoured the plump pastry in slobbery haste. He slipped a paw behind her back, lifted her above his snout, and admired his catch with a thin, possessive smirk. She kicked, squealed, and writhed, but nothing came of it. Myron could not resist giving her one good lick upside the belly, coating her with his viscous saliva before showing her his maw in all its slimy glory. The crimson flesh within seemed to pulsate, ready to soak her in drool and squeeze her into submission. Stuffy, moist air rose from his throat, choking Aster with an acidic stench. The pitch-black chasm terrified every fiber of her being, perfectly embodying all her deepest fears. His body was designed to dominate her species, and his greatest desire was to make her suffer. She was nothing but fuel to him, and she knew he couldn’t imagine a better meal. She was his favorite food, and he was her worst nightmare. All he had to do was drop her, and she would plummet straight into his stomach. He slowly slid her down his tongue instead, keeping eye contact until her head disappeared between his hungry lips. Her rump, slick with spit, kept slipping towards his throat despite her best efforts. He exploited its heavenly texture with his tongue, poking and squeezing her ample asscheeks with incredible force. She desperately scrambled away from his pharynx all the while, hugging Myron’s tongue as he tilted back his head to swallow her. He did not intend to swallow her just yet, of course - he wanted to feel her terror as she struggled for her life in his mouth. He shoved her into one of his cheeks, lightly chewing her to stimulate further struggling. Aster flailed with all her might as his teeth dug into her skin, threatening to cut her open. She kicked at whatever flesh her legs could reach, creating paw-shaped bulges on his cheek as she choked on his sweltering breath. Her tears and sweat bathed his tongue in a salty savour, satisfying beyond compare. He immersed her in the pool of warm spit that had accumulated near the front of his mouth, flipping her over and massaging her with his tongue to soak every inch of her fur. He pressed her into the roof of his mouth, squeezing her meaty flavor onto his taste buds with a carnal growl. 

She dug her heels into his tongue and took hold of his fangs, but a light shove from Myron forced her further down. She could no longer reach anything to slow her descent, unable to firmly grasp his slippery tongue or his smooth palate. His muggy breath washed over her as she tried to push her way back to freedom. Her resistance accomplished little; her predator blissfully remained in full control. She watched helplessly as the moon and stars were hidden behind the silhouettes of his jagged teeth. His jaws shut behind her with a barely perceptible clack, sealing her in total darkness. Myron felt his hot, hard cock press against his belly in response to her desperation, and pulled her abdomen into his gullet with a soft glk. The lingering smell of his long-digested lunch - unbuttered toast and a leg of chicken - rose from the depths of his stomach, overwhelming the rat’s sensitive nose and making her gag. A loud gurgle rose from his throat too, promising her imminent doom. She pressed her paws into the muscle surrounding her, but no solid footing could be found in the slick confines of his throat. She managed to flip herself over, but this did not help at all. Myron felt her front paws sliding down his tongue as she tried to climb up, massaging it enthusiastically and blessing his mouth with a final mouthwatering taste of her fear. His esophagus, with a little help from gravity, pulled her into a world of slimy, claustrophobic blindness. 

She felt her tail curl when it hit something solid, which she correctly assumed to be his gastric sphincter. Another shot of adrenaline dispersed throughout her bloodstream, inducing another burst of spirited struggling. Myron could no longer ignore his throbbing erection, raised by Aster’s violent thrashing. The gates of hell slowly opened below her, stretching around her hips as she kicked her legs pointlessly. The acrid stench of his stomach made it hard for her to breathe; she could hear his acids lapping against his stomach walls with his every movement. Her eyes stung from the vapor, and her lungs started to burn. The tip of her tail dipped into the sizzling liquid, which stung her with extreme heat. She instinctually flicked it upwards with a panicked squeak, saving it from digestion for the moment. Only her arms and head were left on the outside of the sphincter, but his muscles kept pushing her through. Gravity dropped Aster to her bubbling grave with a resounding splash. She spent a half second submerged in the acid, but was quickly able to regain her sense of direction and get her head above the scalding pool. Her fur was completely soaked through in that time, and she immediately felt the burn. She stood on her tippy-toes and attempted to pull herself up the steep stomach walls, to no avail. Her feet kept sliding towards the bottom of Myron’s stomach, so she had to continually step back up to avoid being drowned. Her skin started to tingle, and the heat made her feel light-headed. With a vehement cry of rage, she threw her shoulder at the wall with all her might only to feel it bounce back harmlessly. Myron sucked in his stomach in response, squishing her torturously tight. He smashed a paw into her bulge and rubbed her face into his rock-solid abs. He could barely hear her squeal through all his fur and muscle, but no sound could have been sweeter to him. He gave her a few seconds to recover from the crushing ordeal, before squeezing her once again. Instead of pushing her inwards, he pushed her downwards this time - into the acid. He felt her punching and kicking at his paw as he drowned her in burning goo, but he let her stand up again so she could breathe.

She took the opportunity to give him a long and impassioned lamentation, but all he could hear over the sounds of digestion was her calling him a monster.

Damn straight, he thought as he licked his lips and savored her aftertaste.

“Do something about it. Make me pay for my wickedness,” he replied, knowing full well she was helpless in his stomach.

At this point, Aster was totally crushed, physically and emotionally. Instead of talking back, she fell defeated to her knees and bawled her eyes out. Myron gently pat her bulge.

“Aw, c’mon, don’t cry. Whining isn’t gonna get you out of there. I swallowed you a minute ago, you’ve got plenty of time to think of a way out.”

She wept more, only for the sound to be drowned out by the gurgling of her predator’s gut.

“Here, this should cheer you up:“

Myron took the peanut from its resting place between the cell bars, tossed it in his mouth, and sent it to his stomach with a quick ulp. It landed beside Aster with a quiet splash. She groped for it and found it shortly. She gave it a sniff, and knew immediately what it was - the inconsequential crumb for which she had thrown away her life. All-consuming regret replaced every other feeling in her heart.

“You’re a brave girl, Aster. Here’s your reward. I hope it was worth it.”

Myron happily let a deep, soggy BLEEEEECH fly from his muzzle, scattering drops of spit all over his cell. He licked his lips slowly and purposefully, deeply satisfied with the complete domination of his prey. Irrepressibly aroused by his own predatory behavior, he felt his cock push back out of its sheath and into the open air. His maw hungered for its strong taste and uncontested suckability, while his member longed for the damp warmth of his slobber and the skillful touch of his tongue. Its sour musk filled his cell, causing a pool of fresh saliva to form in Myron’s mouth. He let it overflow past his lower lip and drip all over his erection. His red, drool-soaked member looked truly delectable in the light of the setting moon. He plunged it between his jaws, wrapped his tongue around it, and sucked. Though it was bitter with Aster’s shit and held a hint of salt from marinating in her blood, the natural jalapeno taste of his equipment overwhelmed its other flavors. He squeezed the base of his shaft with his tongue while fondling his nuts with his paw, letting pre coat the inside of his mouth thoroughly. The tip of his dick touched the back of his throat when he leaned into it, though he had to take great care to avoid cutting his wood with his teeth. He took long, deep breaths through his nose, inhaling the undiluted stink of his filthy ballsack with great pleasure. 

Inside his belly, things were only getting worse. A shortage of oxygen robbed Aster of her ability to think coherently, and her skin was getting itchy as the acid ate away at it. For the moment, the worst of the pain came from the heat. Every seething inch of her body screamed for relief, scalded by the acids which had saturated her fur. She pounded fruitlessly on the stomach walls, bringing Myron to a higher level of arousal and inspiring further cruelty in him. He clenched his abs tight and pounded the rat’s outline with his paws, squishing her into a ball and knocking the wind from her lungs. The impact was harsh on her acid-worn skin, sending spasms of severe pain through her pitiful frame. He kept sucking his shaft while mashing his prey into paste, breaking one of her ribs with a satisfying crck!

He spit his cock out momentarily, swallowed a mouthful of pre-seminal slime, and spoke:

“Drown for me, bitch! Liquefy. You’re food in my belly. Act like it. Gurgle away like my breakfast and lunch, let me turn you into dog shit. I ate you. You lose. You’re dead. You’re mine. Nothing but slurry in my guts. Now dissolve.”

Myron kept kneading Aster into his acids and put his cock back in his jaws, longing to release the pent-up tension in his balls. He slurped and sucked his meat for all its flavor, thirsty for his own seed. He clenched his abs hard, squishing his prey flat between his stomach walls. He loved the panic this roused in her heart, and was overwhelmed with pleasure from her horrified squirming. He loved how the rumbling of his belly terrified his prey to the point of insanity, alongside the inescapable sting of his acids.

Good boy. Gurgle her up. Churn her into fat and protein. Teach that stupid bitch what natural selection really means. Squeeze the soul out of her delicious little chest, and grind it into nothingness. Show her what it’s like to be dog food. Turn her body to cum in your balls, and spew her from your canine cock. Spend her life for a good nut. You’re gonna pump her mush through your guts, take what’s useful, and dump the rest out in the morning. You, Myron, will turn this living, breathing rattata into a creamy turd overnight. Then, you can flush and forget. You’ll kill her with your gut, process her remains, and you’ll be back to your skinny self by morning, ready for breakfast. She won’t be Aster the rattata anymore, she’ll be part of you. You don’t even have to think about it - your belly will do all the work. Your stomach will turn her into soup, your intestines will claim her nutrients, and she’ll sit in your colon ‘till you’re good and ready to dump her out. Because that’s what a houndoom’s tummy does to his prey. That’s how a man should treat his food. How many fellow pokemon have you eaten, you naughty dog? You don’t even remember, do you? You’ve lost count of em’ all. They’re just that disposable and insignificant to you. All their potential, sacrificed to sate your hunger. Pressed to a paste, just so you can feel full for a few hours. Then, someone else is on the menu. 

He knotted inside his own mouth, nearing the verge of climax with every lick. The sour taste of his sweat saturated his taste buds as he felt his bulging veins rubbing against his tongue.

And the best part is, you’re getting off to it. You shiver with lust from her every kick, and when you feel her heart stop, you’ll squeal. You could have shredded her flesh and crushed her bones between your teeth. But no, you thought it would be fun to make her suffer. You wanted to feel her struggle and die in your gut. Fuck. There’s nothing like being a predator. I’m her world, she hates me so much, and she can do nothing about it. 

Gwrwrgle

A sharp kick from Aster pushed Myron over the edge, and she felt him shudder in sadistic ecstacy. Hot semen splattered against the back of his throat, gushing from the tip of his cock faster than he could gulp it down. He sent every sticky drop cascading down his esophagus, and felt his belly bloat from the sheer volume of cum flowing in. After giving it one final suck to get everything out, he released his spit-soaked boner from his mouth and let it stand unrestrained. Panting from exhaustion and from holding his breath too long, he contentedly watched his dick go flaccid while listening to his tummy break his prey down. Myron had swallowed lots of air while guzzling his sperm away, and a noticeable pressure built up in his chest. He closed his eyes and grinned as he felt an enormous belch pushing up his throat. He knew it would be loud, he knew it would be wet, and he knew it would stink.

BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARP!

Letting out all that gas felt as good as Myron expected. It was not so nice for Aster. She felt his steaming spunk pouring onto her head as it replaced the final milliliters of stale air remaining in his belly. His stomach acid alone already reached her chin; she could not keep her head above the cum. She shut her mouth and pinched her nose until she ached for want of oxygen. She passed out within the minute, without a shred of hope left in her mind. Her limp body sunk to the bottom of his belly, and fell over on its side. A few small bubbles rose from Aster’s mouth as the acid poured through her windpipe and filled her lungs. She did not wake up again.

Another massive BHURRRRRP erupted from Myron’s maw, spattering cum and purple fur on the wall in front of him. His stomach released a deep gwrrrrn as it started breaking down his prey with higher intensity. He spread his jaws to release a long, exhausted yawn, fully satisfied with his use of the gullible rat. 

“‘Nite, Aster. I’ll cya tomorrow. You did great in there, by the way; I hope you feel as good coming out.”

Inside the sleeping dog, Aster’s corpse quickly rotted away into sludge and bones under the harsh treatment of his acids. In a few minutes, they had dissolved her skin and fur, letting out all her blood while exposing her organs, bone, and muscle. They ate away at her lifeless brain through her empty eye sockets while turning her paws into mere stumps. A hollow cavity formed in her chest from the acids that had entered her mouth. The front side of it broke open first; little by little, the flesh receded from her ribs until there was nothing left. Soon after, all the meat was gone from her central body; the only thing connecting her half-digested head to her slightly more intact hips and belly was her spinal cord. The connective tissue melted too, allowing the individual vertebrae to slide into a pile at the bottom of the stomach. Her thigh muscles wasted away as her intestines hung out of the expanding hole in her gut. Her liver, kidneys, and pancreas tumbled through too. By then, the Myron’s digestive juices had grown thick and red with melted rattata; her body had become one with the stomach acid. Except for her bones, which shrunk slowly at first. Once the marrow was exposed, they too disintegrated in short order. Even her skull disappeared without a trace. The resulting soup drained deeper into his guts, leaving his stomach empty once again. The viscous fluid pumped through his intestines slowly. They worked over the muck exhaustively, making sure to take every useful bit of matter from the nutritious batter before sending the rest to his colon as well-compacted waste. One last glrsh reverberated throughout the cell, and Aster was finally reduced to a smoldering lump of shit in Myron’s bowels.