“I’m just worried,” A.sgore says over the phone. “It’s not like A.zzy to just disappear like this! I know that we live in a safe town and all but...”

“I get it, but the kid can take care of himself,” R.udy replies with a smile. His free hand is gently rubbing along his stomach while the other keeps his phone to his ear. “He’s gotten that taste of independence since he went to college. I’m sure he’s fine.”

“But he’s not answering his phone,” A.sgore says. “And his car is still here. But he’s not at his mother’s, and no one I’ve talked to has seen him at all!”

“Hm...” R.udy looks down at his stomach, patting it gently. “...why don’t I come by your shop and the two of us can look around together? There’s nowhere in town he can hide that we don’t know about.”

“Huh? Are you sure? You know you should be resting, R.udy!”

“Oh, don’t worry about me. I’m feeling pretty good today! Besides, we can drive around in your truck so you don’t have to worry about it.”

“Well...okay...” A.sgore sighs softly. “Thank you, then. I’ll be waiting at the shop.” And he hangs up.

R.udy chuckles to himself and sets his phone down. He gets out of bed and stretches, making his gut slosh and wobble as he does. A soft “Uwwwwooorrrp!” slips out of him and he smacks his lips. “Geez, kid, still making a fuss?” He presses a hand into his rounded stomach, squishing the prominent bulge being made by A.sriel’s skull.

It had been an accident...at first. It was late and dark and R.udy had been starving. The hospital food wasn’t very filling and his body was demanding to be fed! So every so often, he’d slip out of his room and just...hunt down a nice meal to enjoy. He tends to be a bit careful about it, picking off someone who happens to be visiting or is new enough to town that their sudden disappearance won’t cause much of a fuss. But last night...

R.udy didn’t know A.sriel was back in town. He’d been wearing some new clothes and had gotten a little bigger since the last time R.udy had seen him. He didn’t recognize the kid from behind at all, especially in the dark. So when he lunged, he’d quickly stuffed the kid’s head into his maw and devoured him. No one had heard the muffled yelling or the wet, sloppy gulps that came from the dark alleyway A.sriel had been pulled into. And no one had seen the stuffed R.udy stumble out and waddle back to the hospital.

Of course, by the time he’d gotten into bed and settled down with his full stomach, R.udy had realized exactly who he’d eaten. A.sriel squirmed and begged and cried, and R.udy had felt a little bad hearing the kid’s muffled terror. But he also knew he couldn’t cough A.sriel up without being found out. Even if A.sriel was going to go back to college, he knew word of things spread fast in small towns like this, and he didn’t need this particular rumor getting out.

He’d at least thought about telling the poor kid whose stomach he was currently churning in...buuut once the first crunches of A.sriel’s body being mulched down started up and he began screaming hysterically, R.udy decided to just ride it out like he always did instead. He’s not really sure when the kid died, but he slept like a log all night and through the morning. A.sgore’s call had woken him up, and he got to survey the damage while the fretting father filled him in on what was going on.

His gut is much rounder and smaller than it had been when he fell asleep. A few bones still stretch it out, including the skull, but throwing on a sweater hides it well enough. It sloshes with every move R.udy makes and is still burbling and churning noisily. But he’s not too worried about that. He just needs to last long enough to get to the flower shop.

R.udy keeps a hand resting on his stomach as he leaves his room to sign out of the hospital for the day. He doesn’t want it sloshing too much if he can help it. Digesting big meals like this always gives him a great boost, so he knows he has enough energy to get to A.sgore’s shop and do what he has to. He can’t get the goat stirring people up about A.sriel, so R.udy has little choice in the matter. And to be honest...he has always thought all that goat meat was just begging to be swallowed down. He got a taste with A.sgore’s son last night but he’s excited for the real deal.

The walk down the road is quick and easy. R.udy remains casual, smiling calmly and greeting the occasional passerby. When he does get to the shop, he sees that the closed sign is on the front door. Not like A.sgore saw customers anyway...he knew there’d be no interruptions.

A bell jingles as R.udy walks inside. “Hey, F.luffybuns, I’m here!” he calls out.

“Oh!’ A.sgore’s voice comes from somewhere in the back and he quickly enters the main floor. “Golly, R.udy, you got here faster than I thought! How are you feeling?”

R.udy smiles and walks over. “Like I said, I’m feeling great! Maybe a little peckish...” His guts churn wetly and he rubs over them. “Speaking of which, I think I know where A.sriel went.”

A.sgore perks up. “R-Really? Did you see him on the way here? Is he alright?”

“I’ll tell you in a minute but first you really need to calm down. You mind putting on some tea? I could really use it right now.”

“Um...right, of course!” A.sgore smiles and nods, turning around to guide R.udy into the back of the shop where the living quarters were. He starts fumbling with his sad excuse of a kitchen, getting a kettle set up on a portable heater.

R.udy watches as A.sgore gets things set up, licking his lips slowly. His guts gurgling messily, pumping a bit of slurry along as it processes more of A.sriel. Soon he’ll be having his second course...but with all that goat to send down, it’d be nice to have something to wash him down with.

Soon, A.sgore has two cups of tea ready. He sits down on the edge of his bed and pats the empty space next to him for R.udy. He takes an obligatory sip of his tea before setting it aside. “So, where did you see A.sriel?” A.sgore asks.

“I bumped into him last night while getting a snack,” R.udy explains, gently patting his stomach. He’s subtly moving in closer to A.sgore, their shoulders gently bumping together.

“Last night..?”A.sgore leans in more as well, looking concerned. “Did he say what he was doing? Or where he was going? Anything?”

“You know, I didn’t catch much from him,” R.udy admits. “But I do know where he went. You want me to show you?” He reaches his arm up.

A.sgore nods quickly. “Yes, of course! If you could show me, that’d be great!”

“Alright, you asked for it!” R.udy snickers and grabs A.sgore’s tightly by the horn. He opens wide and jerks down hard on the goat, a startled bleat escaping A.sgore just before his face is crammed into R.udy’s drooling maw.

A.sgore’s entire body stiffen in surprise, a muffled noise escaping him as R.udy’s tongue slathers his face. Definitely taster than his boy, R.udy thinks. He starts gulping wetly, working on cramming A.sgore in as much as he can. He wants to get him down before he starts fighting back, and there’s enough of him that R.udy knows he won’t miss out on any flavor.

It takes some work to wedge his jaws over A.sgore’s broad shoulders, but once he manages that, it’s not too difficult. A.sgore’s squirming uneasily, mostly from confusion more than anything. It gives R.udy a bit of time to enjoy the goat’s pecs as he pushes down over them, leaning in to keep his weight on A.sgore while he eats. It’s not until he’s starting to get to A.sgore’s impressive stomach, and the goat’s head properly enters his own, that a muffled scream comes from his middle and A.sgore begins properly squirming.

R.udy grins around his meal. Guess he found A.sriel, he thinks to himself. By now, he’s practically straddling A.sgore’s lap, the goat’s arms pinned down by his jaws sliding over him. The goat’s legs kick around uselessly, unable to find any kind of purchase as R.udy gulps and slurps over his middle.

Once he’s gotten down to A.sgore’s waist, R.udy switches their position. He sits back, leaning with his hands as he tosses his head back.A.sgore’s legs kick wildly in the air as his hips and ass are swallowed up in two wet gulps. Then his legs are steadily slurped down, making his form slide deeper and deeper.

R.udy’s gut bulges out in his lap as A.sgore fills it out. His face and paws press out as he screams and struggles. His legs kick until they can’t, held down by R.udy’s gullet. His feet are kicking around until the very last second where R.udy sucks them down his gullet with a final, wet swallow.

“BWWWWWOOOOOOOUUUUUURRRRRRPPPPPP!!!”

A wet belch bubbles out of R.udy as the last of A.sgore slips into his stomach. His gut bulges and rocks with A.sgore’s wild thrashing, making the whole thing slosh noisily. R.udy smacks his lips and looks at his gut with satisfaction. “What’s wrong, F.luffybuns? You were so worried about the kid, I thought you’d be happy to see him! He’s got a big grin, doesn’t he?” A muffled scream and some more wild thrashing is all R.udy gets in response.

“If it helps, I didn’t mean to eat him!” R.udy goes on, starting to relax and settle in. He picks up his mug of tea and takes a big swig of it. He can feel A.sgore jolt and bleat as it splashes down on him. “Aaah...I just didn’t recognize him. But I guess I did digest the poor kid on purpose...and then his dad is starting to raise a fuss the next day? Can’t have that on my conscience, so I figured I'd reunite you both. No hard feelings, right?”

Another muffled scream comes from A.sgore. R.udy can vaguely make out the usual stuff. “Please let me out!” “I don’t want to die!” “Don’t digest me!” “Someone help!” He’s heard it all before from the meals he’s had. Though there is something tantalizing about heating it from a longtime friend.

R.udy smiles and drinks some more of his tea as he relaxes. His guts churn and burble harshly, working over A.sgore. He really does pair well with this tea...

Over time, A.sgore breaks down. R.udy’s gut clenches and squeezes over him, compacting him into a ball and helping to soften him up with the boiling acids. Crunches and pops and snaps occasionally come from his stomach, always followed by a panicked shriek. R.udy’s stomach only ever gets smaller, compacting A.sgore down further and breaking him more to do so.

A.sgore’s desperate begging ends up lost on deaf ears, though. After finishing both of their mugs of tea,R.udy had laid down on the mattress and fell right asleep. A.sgore never noticed, lost in his own agonizing digestion and begging for mercy from his friend who was peacefully sleeping. After a few hours, R.udy’s gut shrinks down several inches with a loud, wet cracking sound. A.sgore makes a strangled noise that trails off and he finally goes slack.

R.udy’s guts continue to reduce as time goes on, pumping away a thick slurry of melted goat meat that adds some new heft to his figure. His gut takes on a lot of the weight, too big to fully fit under his sweater, but his entire body gets a little thicker in the end. The nurses are going to have questions about that...but it’s a problem for later. THe current problem is the way R.udy’s guts groan and rumble, a building pressure begging for release.

When R.udy does finally come to, it’s nearly dark out, the setting sun just barely illuminating the shop as he yawns. He winces as his guts whine demandingly and rubs over them gently. “I hear ya, don’t worry...” Clamoring to his feet, R.udy scratches his gut and sleepily shuffles to a corner of the room. Normally, he has to hide the piles he makes in dumpsters or out in the woods. But A.sgore’s shop has exactly what he needs to do the deed here.

Grabbing an empty burlap sack from a stack, R.udy drops his pants and squats down while awkwardly holding it open under him. He grunts and strains as he begins to push. It takes a moment before a thick log of crap crowns out of him and begins to slop into the bag, but once the flow gets started, it remains smooth.

A.sriel makes up most of the shit for now, stained white fur and bones dotting the brown muck. He fills up an entire bag and a fourth of a second, his skull one of the last things R.udy squeezes out. But it’s not the end as the flow of dung continues, marked by the same evidence of prey but for a different person.

A.sgore has bigger bones and made for a denser shit that R.udy has to work harder to squeeze free. He quickly fills the second bag...and then a third...and then a fourth...and about half of a fifth when the awkward shape of the older goat’s skull squeezes its way out. Those larger horns get R.udy to whine slightly as he’s forcing it free, but in the end, he’s able to push it out along with a few final logs of shit.

With a sigh of relief at feeling the mess end, R.udy ties off the bag and leaves it in a pile with the others. The sacks don’t look any different than the rest of A.sgore’s fertilizer, though it may be a bit lumpier. He doubts anyone will find it strange enough to dare open them and investigate, though.

R.udy stands up again, pulling his pants back up with another pleased sigh. “Thanks for having me over, F.luffybuns! I hope you and the kid enjoy the rest of your time together. I’ve gotta get going, but maybe I’ll see you later! In a flower patch or something...” R.udy chuckles to himself as he heads out of the store, careful to make sure no one sees him leaving.

Rascal grumbles a bit and cracks his eyes open as he’s stirred away. He’s really warm...it’s enough that it’s made him wake up. He rubs his face a bit, finding it a little damp from...sweat? Hot air blows in his face, making him grumble again and turn his head to look at the source.

As his eyes adjust to the darkness of his room, Rascal finds himself staring into something even darker--a wide, gaping maw. Sharp teeth line the edges and a thick tongue hangs out, twitching occasionally and almost certainly being the reason his face was damp. Or maybe it was condensation from the incredibly hot breath huffing in his face.

The sight isn’t at all shocking to Rascal, though. It’s just G.uilmon--his D.igimon partner, who had appeared some time ago and was now leading a rather lazy life with Rascal. He was sprawled out in bed next to the raccoon, sleeping peacefully with his wide muzzle open. The heat of his breath puffing in Rascal’s face had merely been enough to disturb the raccoon’s sleep.

Rascal sighs softly and lays his head down again, yawning softly. He wanted to just get back to sleep, but G.uilmon’s constant snoring in his face was making it hard to. He grumbles and reaches out to push on G.uilmon’s nose to try to turn his head away...but his hand slips almost immediately and instead plunges directly into the D.igimon’s gullet.

GLLLRK!

The sensation of being elbow deep in G.uilmon’s maw makes Rascal shudder. It’d be fine if he had just put his hand in the D.igimon’s mouth by accident, but he was wrist deep in G.uilmon’s gullet. He could feel the walls squeeze around his hand. The tries to pull it back out, but that just makes G.uilmon’s muzzle firmly clamp shut over his arm instead. A pleased hum comes from G.uilmon as he sucks on the raccoon’s arm in his sleep, a smile appearing on his muzzle and his tail beginning to thump against the bed.

“G.uilmon..?” Rascal asks in a soft voice. He can see the D.igimon’s wing ears fluttering, but he seems to be fast asleep. Rascal tries again to pull his arm away, and G.uilmon responds in turn by slurping harder on it. Rascal yips as he’s pulled closer to G.uilmon, sinking up to his shoulder now with his entire forearm down the D.igimon’s gullet.

After a few seconds of enjoying his midnight snack, G.uilmon’s maw spreads open wide again. Rascal was hoping that meant his partner had woken up and he was allowed to take his arm back. Instead, G.uilmon’s jaws lunge forward, snapping up Rascal’s entire head. He pulls on his snack with a wet GLLLNK! that sucks him in deeper.

Now with his entire arm down G.uilmon’s gullet, Rascal’s face is being assaulted by that thick tongue. He squeaks and wiggles his head, trying to avoid it to no avail. He feels G.uilmon’s arms wrap around him, holding him close, and then those jaws open wide again.

“Guil--mmph!” Rascal tries to call out properly this time, but G.uilmon lunges forward with another ULLLLLP! that squishes Rascal’s face into his steaming gullet. His entire head is sucked down, his other shoulder and chest being dragged into G.uilmon’s maw now. He tries to squirm more, but G.uilmon’s tail curls around his ankles and holds his legs together as the feasting continues.

GLLLLRP! GLLLLK! ULLLLP! GLLP! GLLLP! GLLLLLLLLNK!

Each noisy swallow sucks Rascal deeper, the tight gullet walls roughly squeezing over his form. The heat ramps up as he plunges down, making him pant as it alone saps what little energy he had. He’s soon being crammed into G.uilmon’s stomach, the walls stretching to accommodate his form as he’s forced inside. His own stomach is swallowed down in two gulps, then his hips, and then his legs in rapid succession. Only his lightly kicking feet and twitching tail tip are left, sitting in the back of G.uilmon’s open maw. The cool air of Rascal’s room can just barely be felt around the steaming huffs of G.uilmon’s breath.

GLLRP!

And then they’re gone, sucked down into the darkness of the D.igimon’s gullet. G.uilmon sighs happily after, his tongue flopping out of the side of his maw. His gut gurgles wetly as the last of Rascal is squeezed in, trapping him fully within the stifling heat of G.uilmon’s body. Curled up into an awkward ball, Rascal can only pant and whine as the heat and his lack of sleep leave him exhausted.

“G.uilmon’s gonna...wake up soon...” Rascal huffs to himself. The stomach groans around him and then everything suddenly lurches and sloshes. He yelps as he’s tossed around with G.uilmon rolling to lay on top of his stomach. It seems like he’s enjoying the fullness and the heat as his pleased rumbling can be heard all around. “...I hope...” Rascal tacks on in a soft voice.

...

G.uilmon is stirred away by sunlight in his eyes. They blink open as he mumbles to himself, only for a wide yawn to interrupt. He was splayed out on Rascal’s bed, taking up the whole thing with no one else in it. He smacks his lips a few times, a strangely familiar but pleasant taste lingering on his breath. He smiles and closes his eyes, planning to just go back to sleep. That is until a sudden and sharp pressure stabs through his stomach that makes him jolt and whine.

“Ooooh...G.uilmon...gotta go...” G.uilmon lifts his ass up and flags his thick tail, showing off his ass to no one. He’s still not fully used to the rules of the ‘real world’, and there haven't been any issues involving indoor accidents until...right now. The overwhelming need to release the horrible pressure in his bowels stops G.uilmon from doing anything else as he begins to push.

Phhhhhrrrrrrrbbbbttt!

A rancid smell fills the air as G.uilmon unleashes a blast of gas. It’s not enough to relieve the pressure, however, and he keeps pushing as something solid begins to spread his pucker. A thick log of shit slides out of him, drooping down onto the foot of the bed and coiling up slowly. It steams in the air due to the heat radiating off of it, and the stench is like sewage. G.uilmon feels strange lumps passing through him that make him squeak and whine, but he just keeps pushing.

Bones picked clean of their meat create a stark contrast in the dark brown fecal matter, passing through G.uilmon one after another. Tufts of brown fur tickle him slightly on the way out as well, eliciting small huffs from G.uilmon every so often. The remains of some sleepwear also feel strange coming out, twisted around logs of shit, stained and acid washed.

The thing that gets G.uilmon to whine the loudest is the raccoon skull he has to force out with a few hard pushes. It lands with a thunk in the pile of D.igimon dung, a bit more shit following after it before the flow finally stops.

Sighing loudly to himself as the last of the pressure disappears, G.uilmon slumps down on the bed again to catch his breath. Although, his muzzle crinkles when he smells the rotten stench in the air.

“Yuck..!” Fully awake now, G.uilmon clamors off of the bed, careful not to get any of the mess on him. The entire foot of the bed is covered in steaming G.uilmon shit, some of it having slopped onto the floor. The remains of Rascal are rather obvious, but G.uilmon doesn’t seem to register what exactly the pile of shit is made of. He gives it a single glance before looking away and sticking his tongue out. He’s not going to sleep in here any time soon, that’s for sure.

Lumbering out of the room, G.uilmon lazily scratches his much rounder belly as he yawns again. “Rascaaaal...G.uilmon wants breakfast!” he calls out into the quiet apartment. When there’s no reply, he makes his way to the small kitchenette and finds it empty. He doesn’t even smell fresh food in the air! His belly growls, demanding to be fed, but Rascal had told him not to make food without him around since he made a big mess last time.

“You are...such an inconvenience,” Tom N.ook huffs as he thrusts his hips over and over.

“You’re...moanin’ too much...to soundmad...~” Crazy R.edd groans with a cocky grin.

N.ook just grumbles a bit, closing his eyes as he keeps plapping against R.edd. The cunning fox was leaning over the tanuki’s desk, bushy tail flagged up as N.ook thrusts into his ass. It’s not an unusual position for these two to be in, usually because R.edd egged him into it somehow.

The slapping sound gets quicker as N.ook picks up the pace, feeling himself getting close. He’s so close to finishing...and then there’s a knock at the door. “Mr. N.ook, are you in there?” a voice calls out.

N.ook’s eyes widen and his ears perk up. “Ah! J-Just a second!”

“Eeeh? C’mon, we’re almost done~” R.edd says with a cocky grin. “I don’t really mind a third if--mmrph!” R.edd is silenced by a paw on his muzzle. He’s quickly lifted off the desk and roughly lifted off. He squirms a bit as N.ook moves him around and begins shoving him under the desk.

As N.ook presses his chair in close, there’s a soft squelch as his entire length is shoved into R.edd’s ass. It makes both of them shudder hard. R.edd has never been allowed to take N.ook’s full length, so getting that was more than enough to settle him down. He just...has no idea why he wasn’t allowed.

N.ook was too panicked to even notice what he’d done, though he shivers a bit when R.edd’s ass seems to clench even tighter over him. “C-Come in!” N.ook calls out, trying to straighten up his desk and make himself look busy.

D.igby opens the door and smiles. “Good morning, Mr. N.ook! I have our daily report ready for how the villagers are doing. It should only take a minute to go over.”

“Ah...yes, yes, that’s fine,” N.ook says with a nod. He wanted to tell D.igby to just wait a moment longer, but he had nowhere else to hide R.edd and he certainly couldn’t have the fox leave through the door!

D.igby walks in, more focused on a clipboard he has as he starts talking about this or that with N.ook. Just reporting about things the townsfolk need or requests they have or some such. N.ook isn’t listening very closely, just nodding along and humming. His entire body is tense as a fire ignites in his loins.

R.edd grins and wiggles his hips, trying to tease N.ook some more. He can’t say much since the tanuki is keeping a foot on his muzzle so it stays shut but that won’t stop him. He’s also feeling especially needy. There’s an immense warmth in his hips that’s spreading through him, like a building pressure begging for release. It’s the only thing he can feel in his legs, which are otherwise numb…and kinda hard to move. But he can feel N.ook trying to thrust his hips slightly and he knows he’s keeping the tanuki’s attention.

“…Mr. N.ook, are you feeling alright?” D.igby asks suddenly.

“Hm?” N.ook jolts to attention, blinking a few times. He laughs and quickly tries to wave it off. “Oh, yes, yes! Sorry, I was just…distracted for a moment. Do go on.” He tries his best to look natural, even if he knows his face is burning bright red. It feels like he’s going to burst!

R.edd keeps wiggling his hips, snickering to himself. He was enjoying this position...at least at first. But that intense heat just keeps welling up inside of him. It feels like his entire lower body is on fire almost. He tries to move his legs but he can’t. He can’t turn his head around to look, either, with N.ook’s foot keeping his muzzle shut. A muzzle that was starting to leak something like drool...but it was salty.

Paying attention to anything D.igby said was impossible. N.ook can only think about the burning need in his crotch. He reaches down to rub along his shaft, shivering and huffing softly. He feels so sensitive that even his own paw is enough to get him leaking. Such a mess...he’ll have to clean it up later...

R.edd isn’t finding this funny anymore. He’s sputtering as more liquid tries to come out of his mouth and pools around his chin. He tries to move but he can’t. His neck feels stiff and he can’t feel his arms or legs at all. Something is incredibly wrong but...that’s not what’s on his mind. The only thing on his mind, the only thing he can possibly think about, is this horrible need to cum. His entire body is begging for it and his mind is screaming at him to cum. He has to cum. He needs to cum. He must cum! Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum!

N.ook puts a paw to his muzzle, attempting to look like he’s just leaning his chin on his hand. He’s huffing and puffing, trying to muffle it and keep focus. But his mind is racing with pleasure and his sagging nuts are churning desperately. He doesn’t have to touch himself at all. His cock is throbbing and leaking more, begging for him to give it release. He’s so close...he’s going to...to..!

“So, does that all sound alright to you, Mr. N.ook?” D.igby asks, looking up from his clipboard with a smile.

“OOOOOOOOH, YES, YEEEEES~!” N.ook moans out, squeezing his eyes shut as his cock begins to fire off its load. It’s an incredible, full-body feeling of pleasure that leaves him shivering all over. Thick ropes gush out of him, splattering on the back of his desk and across the floor as he carelessly fires off everything he has.

R.edd’s mind is equally as lost in pleasure as he fires off everything he has...quite literally. Every time another rope of cum fires from N.ook’s cock, more of R.edd is splattered out. His mass and his mind in equal parts are being used to fuel N.ook’s orgasm. Memories and personality are whited out bit by bit, R.edd’s mind turning into a thick puddle of tanuki spunk, and N.ook’s kitsune-sized cock begins to shrink back down as it pumps out all of the excess mass alongside it.

D.igby tilts his head and is quiet for a moment. Then he smiles and nods. “Good, then I’ll get right on it, Mr. N.ook!’ He turns and walks out of the office, closing the door behind him.

N.ook sinks back into his chair, huffing and panting while sweat drips from his forehead. He hasn’t had an orgasm like that in quite some time. He’s glad D.igby didn’t seem to notice anything, or was at least polite enough to simply ignore it. Once he’s taken a minute to recover from the euphoria, N.ook pushes his chair away from his desk to look at the damage.

The entirety of the bottom of N.ook’s desk is dripping in fresh cum and a massive puddle has formed on the ground and spread around the space behind his desk. The chair he was sitting in and his legs were similarly soaked in cum. And so was his cock...but that’s not the only thing he notices about it.

It’s bigger than it used to be, thicker and longer, and his nuts are rounder as well. But they’re also...a different color. Both are a bright orange now, with a white under belly along the bottom of his shaft and a couple of white spots where he imagines R.edd’s hands and tail tip used to be. Red’s clothes are left in a heap under the desk, soaked through in N.ook’s cum. And that’s all that’s left of him...

N.ook sighs deeply, gently rubbing along the length of his cock. It twitches slightly, still rather sensitive, but there’s no other reaction at all. This is what he was worried about. Being a tanuki, his cock is rather dangerous. Anyone he fully hilts on his cock gets absorbed into it if he’s not careful, and he tends to be unable to hold back when he cums. He must have done it when he was hiding R.edd under the desk...

Getting to his feet, N.ook steps through his own mess so he can get to a nearby closet and grab a towel--he tends to keep them stocked for things like this. Nothing he can do but clean this mess up now. He’ll need to find someone else to get some stress relief with, too.

“Whaddya mean ya don’t have any money?!” Rough demands, stomping his foot.

“I don’t see you pulling out your wallet!” Tumble retorts with an angry huff.

The two skunks glare at each other for several seconds, Tumble having to lean down so he could get in the face of his much shorter brother. Rough scoffs and shoves hard on Tumble’s face to push him away. “Fine, whatever, so we’re both broke!”

“So how are we gonna see that movie?” Tumble asks. He looks at the poster the two of them had stopped by just outside the theater. It was advertising a new action flick starring a fellow skunk, and the brothers had immediately been enamored by it.

“Obviously, we’re gonna sneak in!” Rough says.

“Sneak in..?” Tumble frowns. Most of their schemes and jobs involve being loud and brash, beating up everyone in their way and taking what they want. But they obviously can’t do that to see a movie in the theaters. “There’s no windows to climb through, though. And all those employees will see us walk in!”

“Hm...then we just need some kind of disguise,” Rough says. “Or maybe some way of getting inside without being spotted...” He looks around, trying to spot anything nearby that could be used for their plot. He perks up when he sees it and grins. “...aha! There!”

Tumble squints as he looks at what Rough is pointing at. It’s B.ig the Cat, who seems to be doing what he’s normally up to--wandering around aimlessly with a dull look on his face. “We’re trying to get into the theater, not look for that idiot’s frog!”

“I know that!” Rough retorts with a huff. “We’re gonna get in with him!” He reaches up to grab Tumble’s ear and pulls him down to whisper into it. It takes a few seconds before Tumble’s expression shines with realization and then he grins wide.

Now with a plan of action, the skunk brothers make their way over to Big. He doesn’t notice the two of them until Rough snaps his fingers in the cat’s face a couple of times. “Hey, down here!”

“Oh, hello!” Big waves to the two skunks now that he’s noticed them. “I’m trying to find my--”

“Yeah, yeah, we know, your dumb pet,” Rough says flippantly. “Look, we’ll help you find him later, but you gotta do something for us first.” He had no intention of helping Big at all, but he knew it’d get the cat’s attention if he promised to.

“Hm...what do you need help with?” Big asks.

“We need to get in that theater but we don’t have the money,” Tumble says, jerking his thumb to the theater behind them. “So you’re gonna hide us in your gut, buy a ticket, and get us inside.”

“In my gut..?” Big tilts his head a bit, placing a hand on his stomach.

“Yeah, that thing’s so big, no one’s gonna even notice we’re in there!” Rough says. “That’s how we’re gonna get in!”

“Oh...okay.” That seemed to be all Big needed. He grabs Rough first, hoisting him off the ground by his scruff and lifting him over his head. “Down the hatch!” Big opens wide and he crams Rough into his maw feet first.

GLLLRK! ULLLK! SHLLLRP! “Haaa...~”

It only takes a couple of hard, wet gulps to suck the smaller skunk down the hatch. Big rests both hands on his stomach once Rough sloshes inside, a content sigh coming from him. He smacks his lips and looks at Tumble. “Alright, your turn!”

“Huh?” Tumble looks up from Big’s gut. He knew Rough wasn’t the biggest but he didn’t think he’d go down that fast. And as soon as he’s looked back up at Big, he’s staring into that wide open maw. Large hands hold his arms down and Big’s jaws lunge for him.

HOMF! GLLLRP! GLLK! GLLK! GLLK! GUUUUULP! SHLOOOOOORP!

Despite being about Big’s height, though not nearly as large, Tumble was devoured almost as quickly as Rough was. By the time the skunk had even registered what was happening and started kicking his legs, they were being slurped down. Big shoves on the bottom of Tumble’s feet to cram the last of him in and sends him down into his gut.

“Mmmm~” Big slurps over his lips, patting his stomach with both hands. His belt looks a bit tighter than usual, but it’s still round and soft looking. No one would think two skunks were crammed in there, even as they wiggle and squirm to try and get more comfortable. “Okay, I’ll go see a movie now!” Humming happily to himself, Big walks to the theater.

Other than a subtle sloshing noise and some more muffled complaints from the skunk bros, there’s no tell that anything is off. No one notices anything as Big gets a ticket for a movie and then heads inside. The guy running the concessions stand notices the bad smell on Big’s breath when he orders a soda and a popcorn, but politely ignores it. And then Big is waddling to the viewing room to find a seat.

Rough and Tumble notice when Big seems to finally stop moving and settle down. “Okay, he’s gonna let us out soon!” Rough says with a grin. “Can’t wait to see this--ack!” His gloating is cut off by something splashing down on him. “What the..? What was that?!”

“Gross, it’s sticky,” Tumble grumbles. “Is he drinking soda?”

As soon as he says that, something wet splats down on the skunks. It smells buttery. “Popcorn?!” Rough yells. “That’s it! Let us out, you moron!” Rough starts to kick the stomach walls as hard as he can, not having enough space to do much else.

“Bwwwwwrrppph!” Big lets out a soft belch into his fist on the outside. He pats his stomach with his other hand but doesn’t do anything else. The movie is starting and he has to be quiet! He doesn’t like the aftertaste of those skunks, either, so he tosses some more popcorn into his mouth. He’s not sure why they wanted to sit in his stomach while he watches a movie but if they’ll help him find Froggy after...

Big’s stomach does such a good job of muffling noise and hiding his meals, that even he doesn’t really notice anything is wrong. Rough and Tumble’s yelling is nearly inaudible, especially with the movie playing. Their struggles make Big’s gut bulge just barely, easy to miss in the dark room where no one is paying attention anyway. The most they’re able to do is make his gut slosh a bit and occasionally get a burp from him.

Rough and Tumble groan as more soda and popcorn splatter down on their heads. Their fur is getting stained by it. They’ve gotten tangled up and more compacted by Big’s gut, which is groaning around them. “Did he even go to see the right movie?” Rough grumbles.

“I can’t tell, it’s too muffled!” Tumble huffs. Another glob of chewed up food splats on his face, making him grunt and wipe it off. “It’s getting noisier in here, too. He’s gonna let us out when the movie ends, right?”

“He better!” Rough says. “Or I’ll give him the worst indigestion he’s ever felt!”

...

In the theater’s bathroom, wet plops and thumps can be heard along with a soft whining sound. It goes on for ten minutes before there’s finally a loud sigh. The door opens as Big walks out, rubbing his stomach with a soft frown. “That wasn’t very fun...”

Behind Big, the toilet is overflowing with thick shit. It’s spilling around the edges of the bowl in a heap and sticking up nearly a foot. Tufts of blue and beige fur dot the pile. A few bones and a single boot can be seen baked into it as well. And on top are two skunk skulls, half sticking out of the crap.

The two hour movie proved to be too much for them...or perhaps Big’s stomach was just much stronger than they anticipated. Either way, the skunks got what they wanted. Big got them into the theater and let them out inside. And now he’s waddling off, leaving them behind in the clogged toilet.

“I’m definitely lost...” Rascal murmurs to himself as he looks around. Though, does it really count as being ‘lost’ if he’s not sure where he’s been since he got here? Ever since he followed that white rabbit into that really big rabbit hole, he’s been wandering around weird environments with weirder people.

At the moment, he’s managed to find himself in a strange, winding forest with indescribable signage. He’s at a fork in the road, but with the sign posts pointing in random directions saying things like “Here”, “There”, and “That Way”, he has no idea where to go.

“Are you really lost?” someone purrs.

“Huh?” Rascal’s ears perk up and he looks around. “Hello? Who said that?”

“Up here!”

Rascal looks up and sees a pair of bright yellow eyes and a long, toothy grin floating just above the sign post. More features start to materialize, pinks and purples swirling like ribbons together to form the body of a fat cat, who was lying across several of the haphazardly placed signs.

“So, I’ll ask again,” C.heshire Cat says. “Are you really lost?”

Rascal tilts his head. This is hardly the weirdest thing he’s seen since he got here. “Well, I don’t know where I am or where to go.”

The cat chuckles to himself as if Rascal had said something funny. “Why, you’re in W.onderland, of course! And you can go any way you like. This way or that way or over there or though there...” Various signs light up as the cat lists off possible directions. “You don’t even know where you’re going. You can’t be lost if you don’t have a destination.”

Hm...Rascal isn’t sure if that makes sense or not, but it doesn’t sound wrong. “Well...I guess I’d like to get out of W.onderland. Do any of these directions go that way?”

“Out?” C.heshire Cat blinks and laughs again. He leans down from his perch, getting closer to Rascal. “Dear boy, the only way out is in.” And when he says that...the inside of his maw lights up for a moment like the signs did.

“No, I don’t want in, I want out,” Rascal corrects. “I’m already in, that’s the problem. That rabbit hole led me here...”

“How can you go out without going in?” C.heshire Cat asks in return. “They’re the same thing, aren’t they? To go in is to go out, and to go out is to go in. You ventured down one tunnel to reach this place, so going down another will take you out of it. Deeper and deeper yet, that’s how the madness of W.onderland works.”

Is that really how it works..? Trying to make any sense of this place is really draining. There’s almost a logic to it but it never feels quite right. This guy is from here so he probably knows what he’s talking about...and even with the strange things he says, he makes more sense than anyone else Rascal has bumped into so far.

“Okay...so I just have to go in...there?” Rascal points to the cat’s grinning mouth, which seems to stretch just a bit wider.

“Going in is going out, so if you’re going to go in anywhere, it may as well be in heeeeeere~” C.heshire Cat’s maw yawns open in front of Rascal, the cat’s head level with his own so he’s able to stare directly into that grinning mouth. Hot breath puffs past Rascal’s face as he looks beyond the drooling tongue and sharp teeth and into the dark abyss beyond.

It doesn’t seem that much different from the rabbit hole he took to get down here...it’s probably safe, right?

After taking a few seconds to think it over, Rascal figures he has no other ideas. Nothing about this place makes a lot of sense so why would he expect the way out to be any more logical? With his indecision resolved, Rascal pushes his hands into C.heshire Cat’s maw.

C.heshire Cat hums softly, resting his paws under his chin as if he were leaning his head on a table despite being in the air. He doesn’t do anything to rush or urge Rascal on, so the raccoon has to take further initiative and push himself deeper. His hands slide over the cat’s squishy tongue and effortlessly squelch into the dark gullet.

Rascal lowers his head down between his arms, staring into the yawning maw before him. His arms have already disappeared inside that dark gullet...the only way to go is deeper. So, he begins to wiggle in more, shoving his face into C.heshire Cat’s maw. A pleased purring rumbles around his head as he worms his way in.

There’s very little resistance for Rascal as he pushes deeper, his head easily accepted into C.heshire Cat’s gullet while his shoulders and chest are starting to wedge into the cat’s maw. As he digs himself deeper, the cat leans down further, keeping it easy for Rascal to dive in. His chest disappears, and then his chubby stomach along with his bag. C.heshire Cat leans down further, letting Rascal’s hips and then thighs disappear as well.

Soon enough, C.heshire Cat is standing on the ground on all fours. His stomach is bulging and sagging down to the ground, squished against it and between his own legs. C.heshire Cat leans his head down further, helpingRascal to shove himself deeper. His knees and then shins are gone. It’s only his feet left, standing on his toes. C.heshire Cat’s tongue slides under them and lifts them up into his maw, with closes with a satisfying click.

GLRK~!

The first and only swallow C.heshire Cat does sounds out, loud and wet. Then he lets out a pleased sigh with a content look on his face. C.heshire Cat looks at his stomach with a soft chuckle. It’s squished against the ground and between his legs, vaguely shaped like the raccoon that was helping to make it.

“And there we have it~” C.heshire Cat purrs, lightly patting his stomach. “You are now out of W.onderland and in my stomach. I hope you find it to be an improvement~”

C.heshire Cat’s stomach shifts slightly, a muffled sound coming from it that almost seems like Rascal speaking. The cat’s ear flickers and he chuckles again. He stretched out before beginning to walk back to the sign post.

“You say you want to come out of my stomach? First you want in, and then you want out, and they say I’m the mad cat here!” He laughs to himself as he slips behind the sign pole, disappearing from sight rather than being seen on the other side as he does.