“Wonderful. Just wonderful. Reminds me of that kangaroo from yesterday...is Crocabit here?” the deer asked. In a few moments, the familiar chimera found her way to the front of the crowd, showing off that Joey was still squirming around inside a little bit! Her gut had certainly shrunk from the last time the crowd had seen her, but it was surprising to see the kangaroo still going. “Wow! He’s still going in there. Get a look, everyone…” he said as a few hands reached out from the crowd, poking and rubbing at the chimera’s belly. Crocabit was clearly loving the attention...but her face quickly turned sour before a raucous belch rang out, something coming out of her mouth and splattering on the floor! A crowd member picked it up and handed it to her, revealing it to be a drool-soaked collar. “Oh, so there WAS something I could belch up…” she joked before she disappeared back into the throngs of spectators.

“We’ve got one more bout for the evening, folks. I’m looking for...Mantic and Thash!” the deer announced eventually, giving the crowd some time to appreciate Lyra’s still-kicking belly.

The crowd was a bit confused as they heard the name ‘Thash’ again. Didn’t he get shoved up someone’s rump yesterday? Luckily, the referee could sense the confusion in the room and offered a quick reasoning for the name similarity. “Twin brother coming to avenge him, eh? What a storyline, folks!” he said as a very different-shaped, but similarly-colored anthro dragon made his way into the ring. Thash was still fluffy, but standing on two legs and looking a bit more buff than his noodly counterpart...and also looking angry as all hell. There was certainly a fire burning in this dragon’s eyes, and most of the crowd was already feeling sorry for his competitor.

Speaking of his competitor, Mantic arrived right on time...and, well, if there was one person to make the crowd doubt their pre-emptive pity, it would be Mantic. He looked like nothing anybody in the crowd had ever seen; the closest thing they could approximate was something straight out of Aztec mythology. The mane of a lion, but made out of feathers? A long, agile tail with a fish fin at the end? Red, green, and purple wings? RETRACTABLE wings? Mantic really had the whole package as he stepped to the ring, looking as confident as one could be.

“How’s that for an entrance? Mimic beasts, everyone! They sure know how to make a first impression.” the deer referee said as Mantic stood in the center of the ring, leaning down somewhat, fists at the ready for fight to begin.


“FIGHT!”



But the fight didn’t start.

It felt like a lightning bolt had just struck you directly in the chest. A blinding flash of light filled your vision, the crowd melting into the world around you. The only thing you heard was the scream you made as whatever it was struck you, echoing into the void as if, beyond the infinite brightness you could see, there was some sort of wall or mountain. Regardless, even though it felt like minutes that you were floating in this ethereal void, in the blink of an eye, you found yourself on the floor of the basement, various members of the crowd leaning over you.

“Neil? You okay?” 

That name bounced through the crowd among other questions and affirmations that you were still alive. Neil? Who the hell was Neil? You managed to raise your head a little bit to see that, across from you, the deer had also collapsed to the floor...and also had a crowd surrounding him. Eventually a hand reached into your vision, taking your hand in its own and pulling you to your feet.

You didn’t recognize its owner. You just nodded in thanks as you dusted yourself off and turned back towards the fight. The deer had gotten back to his feet as well...and he was looking at you.

You both locked eyes for a moment. Then, he smirked.

“Well...dunno what that was about. You two can start now, though.” the deer said, waving his hand dismissively as Mantic and Thash stood stone-still, clearly frazzled by what they just saw. “Uhhhh, okay?” the mimic beast eventually said, before turning to his opponent. Thash looked just as confused by what had just transpired, but the deer had called for the fight to begin...so it did.

The two fighters began a dance of sorts, rotating around each other, faking small punches and other things that weren’t too committal. It was a bit slow for the crowd, who started to pick up their cheers and jeers again. Mantic was finding it a bit annoying, and it made it hard to concentrate...he didn’t wanna pull out his ace yet, but he thought that the sudden change would spook Thash enough for him to get an opening.

In the blink of an eye, all the feathers in Mantic’s mane stood on end, making a metallic *schwing!* as they turned into what looked like porcupine quills! The crowd gasped loudly, and Thash stumbled back, dazed just enough for Mantic to rush forward and land a few hits on the dragon - but Thash managed to regain his composure enough to stop Mantic from knocking him to the floor, delivering a punch to the mimic beast’s chest that reset the two back to their circular dance. Thash kept faking like he was going to go in for something big; he saw the first time that Mantic had flinched just the tiniest bit, and he knew that he could eventually do something with that.

A few more non-committal punches and kicks were thrown, until Thash decided to retaliate with his own approach. He lunged forward, unleashing a strong punch to the mimic beast’s head before tackling him straight to the ground!
Mantic growled deeply as he tried to force the dragon off of him, Thash pinning Mantic’s shoulders to the ground with his hands and his chest with his knees. Thash had the advantage for the moment, but from the amount of effort he had to put in to keep the mimic beast pinned on the floor, he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep it up for long. He leaned in, slowly opening his jaws wide, giving the mimic beast a nice view of his wet, pulsating gullet and long, curly tongue - but before he could chomp down on Mantic, the mimic beast managed to heave Thash off of him with a powerful, full-body push, knocking the dragon right onto his back! 

Thash hadn’t put all his chips on getting the mimic beast down right then and there, so he wasn’t too startled by this turn of events, but the landing still dazed him a little bit - enough time for Mantic to scramble back to his feet, wiping a bit of dragon drool off of his snout before running towards his opponent, unleashing a flurry of punches, of which only a few actually found purchase; but it was enough to knock Thash back, putting him in the corner, his back up against some of the crowd members at this point.

The mimic beast’s tail, which up until now had been dormant, came to life, snaking out from behind Mantic and quickly wrapping up Thash’s feet. The dragon cursed as Mantic’s tail spiraled its way up his body like a snake, quickly binding his legs and trapping his arms at his sides. The crowd roared and cheered as Mantic slowly lifted Thash up with his tail, bringing the dragon’s snout to his own, a hungry smile slowly spreading across his face. “Why don’t you get familiar with your new home?~” he teased, before bringing Thash down to his flat stomach, smooshing the dragon’s face right against the chamber he was going to be spending a LOT of time in soon. Thash bared his teeth as his ear was pressed right up against Mantic’s body, the dragon unwillingly able to hear the mimic beast’s gut groaning and burbling impatiently. “Hear that? My belly just can’t wait for you…” Mantic teased a bit more before bringing Thash back up to eye-level. “Squirm lots, okay?~” was all he said before opening his jaws wide, strands of drool snapping and teeth glimmering as Thash was lowered onto Mantic’s wet, blue tongue. 

“Mmhhh…” the mimic beast groaned as Thash's taste spread over his tongue; just a bit earthy and meaty...subtle, but eliciting a stomach groan all the same. Thash snarled as the tail pushed him deeper into Mantic's maw, the mimic beast's jaws quickly snapping over the dragon's head and taking a powerful *GLRK!*! His tail started to uncoil as Mantic continued slurking Thash down, the dragon's arms freed for a few seconds...only to be bound again by the fleshy hold of Mantic's maw.

The mimic beast threw his head back as he really started to work the dragon down, his neck and head moving forward in the pattern as he *glrp* and *glrk* and sucked the dragon down, Thash starting to kick and thrash his legs as his chest began to form a big bulge in Mantic's throat. “Thoh..delithous!...” the mimic beast mumbled with a mouthful of dragon before taking another swallow, a few inches of Thash disappearing behind Mantic's collarbone to a resounding cheer from the crowd. The mimic beast’s tongue took its time exploring the meal Mantic was giving it, slurping up along Thash’s chest and belly, coating the dragon in plenty of sticky, humid drool, and making him squirm in discomfort as well! Granted, it wasn’t very comfy in Mantic’s gullet in the first place; wet, hot walls surrounded him entirely, constantly pulsating and pushing at his body and pulling him deeper into the mimic beast. He wanted to fight against them, but with his arms bound at his sides, there wasn’t anything he could really do. He’d have to save his energy for when he hit Mantic’s gut, there was no buts about it. Fortunately, it seemed like Mantic was looking to pack him in his gut as soon as possible; tight, powerful swallows rang out rapid-fire, smothering Thash in gullet flesh as he got shoved deeper into Mantic’s digestive tract. His nose wrinkled instinctively as the sharp odor of stomach acid hit his nostrils...and then, with another swallow, his head was rudely shoved into the mimic beast’s stomach.

The mimic beast leaned back onto his elbows on the floor, allowing him to show off his gut as it started to swell and grow with Thash’s form. Both his hands went straight to his belly, rubbing and cradling it as the dragon inside thrashed and kicked around with all his might...the crowd could see it, and they could also see his feet disappearing into Mantic’s maw, still twitching and kicking the best they could...but they were just clawed toes. They couldn’t do much. What they could do, though, was slip past Mantic’s lips, the mimic beast leaning even further back and closing his eyes as he prepared to finish off his opponent.

*glrkp!*

The crowd’s applause shook the floor as Mantic’s meal disappeared down his gullet, making its way down his throat before once again disappearing behind his collarbone for a brief moment. At some point, the dragon’s feet emptied out into Mantic’s caustic pit of a belly, but it was pretty hard to tell past a certain point considering how large the mimic beast’s gut was at this time. “Mnnhf, why didn’t you TELL me you tasted this good?~” Mantic taunted as he licked his lips for all to see, cradling and thumping his gut proudly as he heard the crowd cheer him on from all sides. He slowly got up off the still-shaking ground, hefting his gut up with both hands and letting it fall back down with a heavy, satisfying *slrrrrsh* as he waddled off the stage. “*Oooorrrrppp…*...I can already tell I’m gonna be coughing up some furballs later.” was the last thing anyone in the crowd heard from the successful predator.

“Amazing. Wonderful stuff.” the deer said, clapping as he stepped to the center of the ring. “That...that’s all for the night, though. You all know where this place is. Same time tomorrow.” he said calmly as the crowd members started to slowly filter out, some looking quite a bit pudgier than they did a few days ago.

You started to disappear into the crowd yourself, before you felt a hand on your shoulder. “I’d like you to stay, if that’s okay.” you heard the voice of the deer come again. For a moment, you just stood there as the crowd flowed around you, wondering what to do. You were still quite curious and confused by what had transpired earlier...maybe the deer had answers.

Eventually, you obliged. The deer was standing in the center of the ring, not saying anything until everyone had left except for you and him.

Then there was silence.

“...What is this about?” you finally asked, after what felt like 10 minutes of complete silence. The deer stood still for a few moments, before offering a response.

“Do you feel fulfilled now?”

You pondered the question for a few minutes. What you had seen was certainly interesting, but fulfilling? Life-changing? That was a bit of a stretch. It was...weird, and odd, and left you feeling unsatisfied, even uncomfortable at points. You didn’t know what happened to the losers...but you knew what happened to food.

“...No, I...I guess I don’t.”

“Neither do I.”

The deer started pacing. “My name is Neil. Of course, I know that. You should know that too, considering your name is also Neil.”

You cut Neil off before he could continue. “Uh, no, my name is Marcus.”

“Marcus is the name you gave yourself. We’re both Neil. And I’ve been looking for you for years.

“Everyone you saw over the past two days...they’re just like us. Pieces of a whole, trying to complete the puzzle. No one aware of the other’s existence, except for me.

“When they consume one another, they complete themselves. The two personalities, the two ideas of a person, unite. Every Jekyll has their Hyde. But the story can end in something other than tragedy, if the two combine and become whole. The picturesque, ideal person that those men playing God had dancing in their minds...it’s here.
“Just this club alone has made so many people happy. But I never felt like I had my own counterpart like all these lucky people did. Until I saw you.

“I knew right from the second I saw you that you were my other half. The way you walked, the way you looked, it was all perfect. Everything I had dreamed of. Just our proximity made me feel whole. I already felt like I knew everything about you...and as you stood there, captivated by these other people finishing their fusion, ours began. It didn’t take long to get access to you, at least, occasionally.

“Sometimes I’m in control, and you imagine yourself watching me.”

A flashback flooded your head to all the times you sat on the sidelines, watching Neil putz and parade around as the referee, attracting all the attention of the crowd.

“There isn’t much else you can do while I’m in control anyway. So I don’t blame you.

“Why do you think everyone was calling you Neil? Are you dense?”

You thought back to the first time you were here. You had heard the name get tossed around quite a few times, but never directly to you. Were there that many people talking to you…?

“What happened with the...the lightning or whatever?” you interrupted.

“I collapsed. When you were on the ground, you saw what I saw...because there wasn’t anybody where you were standing. I was in control, but I haven’t eaten in WEEKS, Marcus. I’ve been waiting for you to complete me, after all...and I think now is the time.”

Neil slowly crept forward, that same smirk returning to his face. You stood there, slack jawed for a moment at the thought that Neil would be so upfront about what he wanted. No. This was insane! The raving rambling of some lunatic running an illegal murder club. And you had enough of it. “I’m leaving.” was all you said before you turned around and started to make your way to the door.

That was, before you got tackled right to the ground.

“Don’t you dare think about it.” you heard the deer whisper in your ear, pinning you down by your shoulders before something wet draaaaagged across the back of your head. “Oh, I’ve been waiting YEARS to be whole…” Neil groaned as he got a taste of his other half. You could hear a loud *grrrglllrrrrnnnn…* coming from behind and on top of you...sounded like the deer really was hungry.

“Urgh, get OFF of me!” you shouted as you tried to roll over onto your back and push the deer off...but Neil weighed quite a bit more than you, and it was so hard to move him at all, let alone push him off of you. The deer eventually got onto his knees, digging them into your back as you tried desperately to get the fat cervine off of you. Eventually, you did start moving, but not because you’d pushed Neil off of you...it was because he had your head in his hands, and was gradually lifting you up towards him. Your back bent at such an unhealthy and painful angle, before you felt your head press up against something warm and soft. “Mmh...might as well get used to what you’re going to be a part of soon~” Neil teased some more, before smooshing the back and side of your head into his soft, rumbling belly. “So hungry for you…” you heard the deer taunt from above as his belly rumbled behind you, before Neil thankfully got off your back...unfortunately, he kept you pinned with his hooves before flipping you over, grabbing your sides and lifting you up like a sack of potatoes.

Powerless in his grasp, you could only watch and wince and plead as the deer slowly licked his lips, flecks of drool dribbling down his chin as he took his time teasing you. “Get a good look. It’s gonna be your new home…” was the last thing Neil said before he slowly opened his maw wide, a large wave of stale deer breath washing over you as the deer let out a long exhale. His maw pulsated and glistened, strands of saliva snapping as the jaws finally opened as wide as they could. “N...no…!!” you shouted as you tried to kick and pull yourself out of Neil’s grasp, but the deer’s hands were like vicegrips - you could only shout and plead as the deer’s mouth creeped closer, swallowing up your vision before...well...swallowing you up.

Your head fit inside Neil’s mouth snugly, your face getting pressed up against Neil’s wet tongue, getting a faceful of saliva and a lungful of earthy deer breath as his mouth closed around your neck. You squirmed and thrashed as hard as you could, but all it was doing was wasting your energy at this point - especially with how hot and muggy the inside of Neil’s mouth was. You could only assume that his gut would be even more oppressive...geez, this was going to be a pain in the butt.

Neil tilted his head back a little bit, funneling your head to the back of his mouth, surrounding you in darkness as the top of your head poked up against what you could only assume was the opening to his throat. You could feel his arms changing their grip on you somewhat, but you couldn’t tell exactly what the deer was doing...until, in one swift movement, you felt the deer tip you up into the air and swallow your head, your surroundings suddenly changing to an even tighter, hotter fleshy home, the deer’s throat rippling around you and eagerly gulping you deeper into Neil’s digestive tract. Your shoulders bulged out the deer’s cheeks, drool dribbling down Neil’s chin as he eagerly slurped and tasted every part of your body - it was clear that the deer was very much enjoying this. Too bad it was at your expense.

With your head (and now your shoulders as well) lodged deep in Neil’s gullet, you could hear the impatient rumbling and gurgling of his stomach echoing up from beneath you, getting louder and more demanding with every swallow that rippled and squeezed over your whole body. The deer’s inquisitive tongue was now slurping over your belly, your chest teetering at the edge of Neil’s throat before the deer pushed it down with a wet *glllrkk*. Around you, the world shifted as Neil sat back on his plush rump; his knees were wobbling a bit with how much he was enjoying this...how embarrassing! Good thing there wasn’t anyone around to watch this act of absolute gluttony. Except for you, but, well...you were a bit occupied.

Next, the deer’s tongue shamelessly wedged its way into your underpants, making you squirm even more as that wet, rough appendage got all up in your sensitive areas. You didn’t want to admit it, but it even felt kind of good...no! You couldn’t give in like this, though. This deer was going to eat and digest you alive, and you needed to get out - right now. Neil leisurely swallowed again now that he was reclining backwards, and you found yourself halfway in his throat; you knew you were one swallow away from his stomach, judging from how loud the sounds below you were becoming. It was now or never. For a moment, you prepared yourself, before you put all your energy into one final thrash, one final pull to try and dislodge yourself from being the deer’s meal. It certainly caught the deer off guard, Neil feeling like he was choking for a few seconds...the deer reached to the bulge in his throat, pressing down on your chest before tipping his head back and swallowing a few times. It took a few tries for the deer, but eventually, he felt your head and shoulders get shoved out into his stomach, making room for your legs up to your knees to get sucked into his throat.

“Fuck!” was all you said as your head splashed down into Neil’s stomach, the chamber rumbling like an earthquake around you as it was finally filled with your delicious, squirming body. Your shoulders popped out soon afterwards, and your head dunked down into the soup of stomach acids below you for a moment, some of it getting in your mouth and leaving quite the unpalatable acidic taste behind as you spat it out. You couldn’t see it, but outside Neil had his mouth wide open, only your feet still in his mouth, resting on his soft, wet tongue. He was playing with them a little bit, rubbing them across his tongue, licking at your toes...feeling his gut swell and round out with your form. All these feelings were so lovely...but it was time to finish the job. His jaws closed on your feet, the last proton of daylight ever to hit your body before…

*glllllrrrpp.*

You disappeared into Neil’s gullet, the deer letting out a long sigh as he felt your lower half sink past his collarbone and your upper half fill out his rumbling stomach. “Mmmnnnf, you tasted even better than I imagined…” you heard the deer’s voice echo around you, succeeded by two bassy thumps to the outside of your new home. Neil’s stomach had swollen to quite an impressive size, but you were still packed away under layers of thick deer fat...if it wasn’t for the fact you were jostling his big tummy around, he could plausibly just say that he was a very, very fat deer.

“Just relax in there, my friend. Soon you will have a fantastic, whole body to call home...one with curves enhanced by the body you’ll leave behind.~” the deer said as he pet and rubbed over his belly, trying to stop your squirming. Deep inside of Neil, your squirms were starting to calm down as the stomach constantly assailed you and massaged against you...but it wasn’t because the deer’s saccharine words had calmed you. Your body was simply running out of juice; it felt like the environment around you was sapping your energy, claiming it as its own. And, well, that was one way to describe digestion, for sure!

The stomach clenched even tighter around your curled-up body as you felt something rumble up and around you - a few seconds passed before you heard Neil let out a long, gross *HhhhuuuuoooOOOoooaaaaAAAaaaarrrrppp!!!*, before patting his gut a few more times. “Settle down in there, you…” the deer teasingly scolded as his gut started to get more active, bubbling and churning like a cauldron as you felt your body start to tingle all over. And was that...a yawn? All of a sudden you were feeling so sleepy. Your eyelids felt like they weighed 100 pounds...maybe just a nap, yeah, that sounds so good. You can get out when you wake up…

The struggles finally ceased. Neil let out one more satisfying belch as he felt his stomach really start to churn and digest the meal he just had. The deer stretched all his tired muscles, before he felt his own body start to get exhausted and sleepy. A nap sounded so good. He could get out of here when he woke up…

Your eyes opened.

You were lying on the floor of this basement. The dim lightbulb dangling from a string was still there, still flickering like it always did. You stretched your muscles once more, smacking your lips and scratching your belly as you slowly got onto your feet. Y-your hooves. You had hooves. You were a deer. Your name was Neil. All of this was normal. You had always been a deer.

It looked like you had quite the meal last night as well, judging from how much fatter your gut and ass were. You let out a long, deep yawn, before you stumbled your way to the staircase out of the basement. After all, it was almost time for you to start running Vore Club.