#gouhinvore

L.egoshi: He's a big dumb dog. Hunger and horny mix together to the point that he can't tell them apart. Accidental vore/Losing himself to instinct/Being easily convinced to eat others all lend themselves very well to this. But also I think he'd eat others for people he cares about, too--for instance, to protect them or to make himself more cuddly. On the flip side, he's really easy to convince to be willing prey for those he cares deeply about, tail wagging the whole way down. And while there are certainly instances where he could be unwilling prey, he'll be very whiny and submissive once he realizes that stomachs are much sturdier than they appear.

L.ouis: An herbivore that thinks himself equal if not greater than carnivores is going to act as such. Might take some time to get over the bellyaches but he'll get used to meat eventually. He'd probably consume carnivores near exclusively, though I don't think he'd deny himself the indulgence to snack on fellow herbivores if the mood strikes him. He's very defiant as prey, always going down fighting and making a big show of his resistance. Not very useful against your average carnivore but he refuses to make himself an easy meal. He'll shout and kick to the very end and do his best not to let his fear shine through.

R.iz: I like to think his philosophy on eating others is similar to how he tries to cope with T.em's death in canon--by believing that he's joined his prey together with him and they're now one. Sure, eating for him is still based on hunger and instinct, and he's definitely someone who'll stuff himself silly...but he still thinks what he's doing is a good thing. The right thing, even. Doesn't mean he won't go down fighting if someone were to turn the tables on him, though the hypocrisy will be lost on him. He'll settle down eventually once he's fully sealed away unless his predator did something to really piss him off. Or happened to be an herbivore...

B.ill: It's all about dominance for him. He's a big, tough carnivore--why shouldn't he eat like one, too? Doesn't have to be reserved to just herbivores, either! Smaller or weaker carnivores are below the food chain for him (though so is everyone else if you ask him) so he won't hesitate to put them in their place, too. He loves to show off when he can and feel that rush of power that comes with devouring another life. Course, this means he won't be the most agreeable prey. He'll roar and struggle for a good while but that fragile ego of his is bound to shatter eventually, and by then, he'll just be a pathetic, whimpering lump of meat to work over. Just depends on how long it takes for him to realize he's been bumped down a few notches in the food chain for good.

G.ouhin: He's a doctor in the black market who handles mostly aggressive carnivores. Of course, one of his main methods of handling that is showing them what it's like to be the meat they so badly crave. Is that a lesson that can be learned more than once? Completely depends. Other than that, he'll always take in willing prey. He'll make sure it's what they want but hey, if that's the life they wanna live, he's not going to let them go off and pick a worse predator. As a meal, he's one of two ways--if one manages to get him down fair and square, he'll most likely be huffy but accept his place. If one does something cheap like getting him by surprise, then he'll make for a much tougher meal. Indigestion is very possible with him.

P.ina: He's got a slightly different flavor of confidence compared to L.ouis. His good looks and borderline flirtatious behavior make it so he considers it an honor to be his food. Certainly, the type to try and sweet talk a meal down the hatch but not fully above getting a little rough if needed. He might complain a bit about the weight he has to work off later but sacrifices must be made. So, similarly, he'll try to talk his way out of a maw if it comes down to it. Very likely to not work, especially if he goes in head first, but his panicked wiggling won't do him any good. Too bad he likely tastes as good as he looks, doubt there's anything he could offer that'll keep him in one piece.

T.em: Okay, so he's barely a character but why should that stop me? Here's the vision--accidental vore, role reversal, and unwilling pred. Too busy screaming while some rabid carnivore lunges at him sends a big meal shooting down the hatch. Takes a tumble down the stairs with his would-be predator and he lands with a full gut and a headache. Or even just raw survival instinct taking over and making him turn the tables in a moment of pure panic before he even realizes what's going on. And then he's embarrassed by the end results and always tries to deny it. He's much more simple as prey, tends to just give in once he's down the hatch. Maybe it's the panic or the digestion but he usually accepts his place once the delirium sets in. Makes for an easy meal.

J.ack: Accidental vore on this one, too. Sometimes he eats before he thinks and whoops, that's a person in his stomach! Probably a bit bashful about it and apologetic but like...not enough to let them out. If they went down that easily, they'd probably just get nabbed by some other predator. At least J.ack will be nice about it! I also think he's another potential willing prey, so long as he's buttered up about it. Lots of compliments and niceties and he'll be settling in quick. Course, even if he's not willing, it doesn't take a lot of effort to get him to shut up and settle down so he's not a problem either way.

G.osha: I think he was a waaaay bigger pred in his youth, but old age and family life caught up on him and now he's not nearly as proactive. Still nabs himself a meal from time to time but he's a lot more secretive about it and would prefer if no one knew. It's embarrassing for a man his age to do something like that. He will eat others as an act of self-defense, though, or if he thinks they're a threat to his grandson. Otherwise, if he's the one being eaten, I think a lot of that survival instinct just goes out the door in favor of pure panic. The kind that just makes a guy freeze up and do nothing. But unless a pred is immune to it or has a real iron gut, komodo dragons are basically a walking stomachache.

Y.ahya: His diet is exclusively carnivores. He's L.ouis but worse, seeing himself as enacting justice by eating carnivores. He's very cold and unflinching about it, too. He even kinda likes it when he can make a carnivore crack and show him fear. So shows very little mercy to his meals because of that. That means he'll also fight to the end if he gets eaten, absolutely refusing to be food for a carnivore--or at least making them regret eating him. If an herbivore were the one to devour him, though, he'd likely be in too much shock for any effective resistance.

G.osha couldn't believe what he was seeing. His grandson, Legoshi, was walking out of the black market! He’d seen the wolf by chance before while walking and went to catch up to him, but lost sight. He’d just about given up when he finally found Legoshi again and…well, he just can’t believe his eyes!

He saw his precious grandson talking to some big panda before leaving. G.osha wants to go confront Legoshi about this but…he can’t bear to look at him right now! So he stays out of sight, waiting for the wolf to leave before going into the black market himself to confront the panda instead.

He knocks loudly on the door he’d seen the panda disappear into. Sure enough, the hulking figure answers. G.osha handles things as best as he can. Which is to say, he gets into G.ouhin’s face and starts yelling at him and reprimanding him for corrupting his grandson. He’s not usually so aggressive but he can’t stand to let someone do such horrible things to his grandson!

G.ouhin is understandably completely confused and he has no idea what the Komodo before him is going on about. What he does know is that the lizard is angry and naturally dangerous. So G.ouhin handles him the way he does any other dangerous carnivore. He clamps G.osha’s maw shut, opens his own, and crams the lizard’s head inside.

G.osha’s eyes widen as he finds himself being crammed into the slick, steaming maw of the panda. What...is happening? He’s frozen by the act. Is he really being devoured right now? A Komodo dragon...being eaten? All for trying to protect his grandson? Thick gulps begin to sound out around him, dragging him deeper. His shoulders and chest squeeze into G.ouhin’s maw, pinning his arms down and lifting his feet off the ground. The panda’s heart thuds in his ears as he sinks past G.ouhin’s chest, another gulp slurping in his stomach.

G.ouhin tosses his head back, slurping wetly. G.osha’s long legs and tail go right down the hatch, the panda’s abs bloating out with a slosh as he feels the lizard dive inside. One G.osha’s tail tip disappears between G.ouhin’s lips, he’s gone, reduced to a curled up bulge behind the panda’s stomach. G.ouhin grunts softly and slurps over his lips, shutting the door to his office and wandering back inside.

G.osha is surrounded by slick, tight walls that keep squeezing and churning over him. He’s curled up into a tight ball in a space slightly too small for his frame. He can’t move at all, and even if he could, he’s completely paralyzed by fear. How did this happen to him? He was just...trying to protect Legoshi like a good grandfather. G.osha winces as something splashes down on his head and drips between his eyes. It’s got the smell of alcohol. He really is just food now...

“This training method isn’t for the light of heart,” G.ouhin informs, large arms crossed over his chest as he basically glares down at L.egoshi. “You won’t come out early. There’s a good chance you’ll die here.”

“I’m sure about this,” L.egoshi responds with a firm nod. “If I do end up dying…then I guess it’s just meant to be like that. I have to be able to withstand this.” It’s an intense form of training, but L.egoshi needs intensity. He knows G.ouhin won’t hold back on him.

G.ouhin lets out a deep sigh and lowers his head slightly. “…alright, kid. You asked for it.” He steps forward, grabbing L.egoshi firmly. The wolf’s arms are pinned down by the wrists to his waist. G.ouhin’s maw yawns open wide, blasting L.egoshi’s face with warm, thick breath. Then the wolf’s head is engulfed.

Thick, wet gulps start dragging L.egoshi down. The panda’s undeniably strong, his jaws stretching over L.egoshi and hitting down just tight enough to hold him still. The gullet walls are tight and nearly crushing, and the stench of his breath and gut…it’s a lot for L.egoshi. Not to mention all the slick, wet sounds, the pounding heartbeat in his ears, the noises of the stomach below—he’s already feeling his stomach getting engulfed, his face pressing into G.ouhin’s gut, and he’s realizing this might have been a terrible idea.

G.ouhin tips his head back, L.egoshi’s ass planted firmly in his maw. Legs hang out, already starting to kick around. G.ouhin slurps wetly, sucking them down. His abs bloats out as he does, L.egoshi finally starting to fully spill into his gut. The wolf’s feet disappear with a final gulp, and he sighs out softly after. His gut sloshes as L.egoshi fully drops inside. He’s curled up tight, a very detailed bulge sitting in the panda’s belly now. G.ouhin gives his stomach a few pats and lets out an airy belch. “Alright, kid. You’ve got three days. Good luck in there.” Feeling L.egoshi twitch a bit inside, G.ouhin walks out of the back room to return to work. Lugging a wolf around won’t do much to stop him.

The first day goes easy enough. It’s a stimulation overload for L.egoshi, though. The smell and the sounds and the heat and the slimy, tight walls make for an awful combination. It’s something he has to force himself to withstand, knowing that it’s going to be his life for the next few days. The first thing that actually gets L.egoshi to wiggle is during the night, when he feels something splash down on his head. The smell is unmistakable—alcohol.

G.ouhin lets out another burp as he feels the wolf in his gut start shifting around. He gives his stomach a few tough pats and grunts. “Knock it off, kid. You’re in my gut, so you’re food. Food doesn’t get to whine when I wash it down with something.” He takes another shot, getting some more kicking out of L.egoshi. It doesn’t do much to upset his gut and it stays tight and constricting. He’d have a few drinks until L.egoshi stopped kicking around, then relaxes for the rest of the night until inevitably going to bed.

Night is no easier on L.egoshi. He can’t sleep at all, there now extra liquid bubbling around him, and G.ouhin snores a lot. Not to mention all the shifting in the panda’s sleep that sloshes L.egoshi around, and the one time a hand roughly shoved down on his head. By the time G.ouhin woke up in the morning, L.egoshi is completely disoriented and hazy. He’s snapped by to his senses when G.ouhin belches again and gets up.

G.ouhin slurps over his lips as his morning belch tapers off. He noticed a bit of gray fur on his breath and roughly rubs over his gut. “Hmph…you holding up in there kid?” His guts gurgle wetly, so if L.egoshi responded, G.ouhin didn’t hear it. But he feels the wolf moving around inside. “Two more days. Hold together, I’m sure that fur will grow back.” G.ouhin lets out a deep chuckle and gets up, letting his gut slosh as he goes about his morning.

L.egoshi lets out a whine as he feels good slop down on top of his head. Even with a gut full of wolf, G.ouhin is intent on eating breakfast. It’s barely been a full day and L.egoshi is already regretting this choice. The only reason he doesn’t start asking to come out is because he knows he won’t be. He has to sit here and endure, as food splatters over him and the stomach walls grind and squeeze him and everything sloshes around. And worse yet, he can feel that some of his fur is coming free. G.ouhin isn’t digesting him that easily, is he?

G.ouhin goes through another work day. Any time someone points out his gut or comments on it, he makes some gruff comment on ‘training a dumb kid’. Though, he does get more annoyed every time he hears it, and winds up belching in the face of a fox. “Melting some meat. You want to be next?” he growls. That scares the fox off, even if he was supposed to give him a check-up. G.ouhin grunts and rubs over his gut. He hopes L.egoshi didn't hear that comment. Though…it’s nearly the end of the day, and he hasn’t felt the kid move much lately. He might actually be melting. “Hey, kid. You alive?” He nudges his gut, making it slosh.

L.egoshi shifts around weakly with a whine. His head is hazy and he can’t hear himself think. He’s far past being uncomfortable—he’s gone numb from being curled up for so long. Trying to move his body is difficult. It at least helps him not notice that he doesn’t have a tail anymore, or that his appendages have started digesting in earnest. He can barely understand what G.ouhin asked him. He’s only aware that the panda spoke. If he wants so out of it, he’d be worried about the fact that he might actually die like this. But he can barely string the thoughts together to feel scared.

G.ouhin frowns a bit and gives his gut a few pats. “One more day…I’ll fix you up if you make it.” G.ouhin’s only response is a thick gurgle from his belly. He tries just having a bit of tea tonight instead of whiskey, and he goes to bed early, too. His guts churn and groan deeply through the night, and when he rolls onto his side, there’s a muffled yelp from inside as something squelched wetly. It doesn’t wake him at all.

Come morning, G.ouhin gets out of bed and stretched out with a wide yawn. It turns into a deep, wet belch. There’s even more wolf fur on his breath now, and his gut lets out a deep groan. He looks down at his stomach, putting his paws to it. He can see the bulge of L.egoshi twitching in there, but…it doesn’t look so good, his muscles are missing in some parts, with bones imprinting G.ouhin’s stomach. Most of his legs are gone, and one arm, too. His stomach keeps churning deeply and G.ouhin can barely make out some weak, bubbling whimpers.

With a sigh, the panda pats his gut gently. “Damn, that’s too bad, kid. You’re still kicking but I can’t say you’re going to be coming back out right. Well…let’s see if you can at least make it for the day.” G.ouhin goes to get breakfast, washing down the taste of wolf in his maw with fresh coffee and eggs. He takes the day off, spending it relaxing and tending to his gurgling gut. L.egoshi makes it for a long while, at the very least. Surviving three days in a panda gut is an amazing feat…even if it wasn’t something he’d be coming back from. G.ouhin gives L.egoshi some respect by talking casually with him, even if he doesn’t expect much in way of response.

The day goes by easily, and G.ouhin enters his room with another tea late at night. He rubs over his gurgled guts. “You did good, kid. Time to rest.” He downs the tea in a few strong gulps. It’s scalding hot and made to ease digestion. Some muffled yips come from G.ouhin’s stomach, as well as some weak, pathetic twitching. Some more gurgling rumbles out before L.egoshi finally goes slack. G.ouhin sighs and lays down, rubbing his gut slowly. “See you in the morning.” With a big yawn, the panda drifts off to the sounds of his gurgling gut.

The final day. The day that L.egoshi would have been let out. And well…he still will be. G.ouhin rises from bed, but without a belch, it’s a fart that comes out of him. His nose twitches as the smell and he waves the air away. “Fuck, what a stink…” Grumbling sleepily to himself, G.ouhin comes shuffling off to his bathroom. His gut is stretched out tight, wolf bones leaving distinct bulges, including a skull. He scratches his gut lazily and yawns out with some serious morning breath. Still stinks like digested wolf meat.

G.ouhin’s bathroom has a squatting toilet for moments like these. He drops his pants and squats down. He grunts as he pushes and his guts shift. Another fart rumbles out of him, and it’s soon followed by a thick, brown lof stretching him out. It slithers out slowly, tufts of fur and a few bones baked into it. He pinched off and drops into the hole, taking L.egoshi’s legs and an arm with it. The next log comes out soon, taking out L.egoshi’s other arm before pinching off. The next log is thicker, making G.ouhin groan out. The ribcage and pelvis are both packed into it, making for a thick and bulky drop off.

After they, it’s a few more lesser logs of crap. Then G.ouhin feels something even more solid. He shifts to move away from the hold and pushes. A few tries and he manages to wedge it out—a wolf skull, which hits the ground. A bit more crap coils up on it and G.ouhin sighs deeply. He’s done, at least, and he’s able to clean the mess up quickly. Once he has the skull washed off, he walks out of his bathroom.