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https://bsky.app/profile/allihearismeep.bsky.social", "writing": "Meep strolls happily down the footpath of Route 12. The Eevee trots with a certain spring in his step that jostles his Everstone necklace with each bounce forward. All four paws take turns feeling the warmth of the midday sun on the ground.\n\nThough a midday walk is always nice to have, the route is not without its dangers. The tall grass makes a perfect hiding place for predators, and with it large enough to conceal many potentially towering foes, the foliage practically monumental to the strolling vulpine. Heedless, Meep cheerfully paces along.\n\nRUSTLE STOMP\n\nHe passes just near a patch of the tall grass, and within, something else evidently decides to put a stop to the casual stroll of the Eevee who so plainly disregards the stature of the route's inhabitants. A large, orange paw blocks the way ahead of Meep, and the Eevee stops short.\n\nWith a bit more rustling, a large figure emerges. A dog-like frame in a vibrant orange boasts an immensely fluffy mane and stripes that demand reverence as toned, feral muscle moves just beneath.\n\nThe Arcanine looks down at Meep with a look that has mingled amusement at the naivety of the smaller mon and indignity at such a vulnerable creature daring draw near without hesitation or consideration for the threats that lurk within.\n\nMostly, though, its broad snout and toothy grin frame the pleased look of someone who's just stumbled upon a perfect midday snack.\n\nGRWWWWLLLLLL\n\n\"Must be my lucky day,\" the Arcanine speaks in a menacing tone, \"I didn't even order anything, but here comes a meal right to my doorstep.\"\n\n\"Who, me?\" Meep asks with a confused head tilt. He looks back and forth as if to check for anyone he hadn't noticed standing nearby with a box of pizza.\n\n\"Who else?\" the Arcanine licks his chops, \"Not sure what a quick, easy snack like you thinks it's doing wandering out where the predators lurk, but I appreciate your charity. Hope you don't mind being repaid with a slow death in my guts.\"\n\n\"You wouldn't eat me! I'm so small aren't I? And I'm quick,\" the smaller creature can't help but show a slight smirk that the Arcanine doesn't much notice.\n\n\"You're quick? Well, I don't see you running, and I see me catching you if you try,\" the Arcanine jabs, \"Your life ended a couple minutes ago when you decided to walk by so close to my den.\"\n\nHe lowers his head to get closer to Meep's face, where he produces a low growl, \"All the future holds for you is a one-way trip through my stomach.\"\n\n\"You really shouldn't,\" Meep says. Even with the canine hunched, he still has to look up a bit to make eye contact.\n\n\"Not a convincing plea,\" the Arcanine says simply, \"Let's see if you'll come up with a better one while you digest.\"\n\nTired of talk and with a stomach still unfed, the Arcanine raises his front paws and lunges forward toward the smaller mon.\n\nMeep's statement had been no plea, however. It was a warning.\n\nA quick attack in response hurtles Meep into the Arcanine's sensitive underbelly. A hard headbutt with deceptive force sends the aggressor reeling backward, and with only one critical blow, the Arcanine instantly faints. He falls gracelessly behind himself and twists to land on his belly with his limbs flopped limply on the ground. \n\nWhen his vision slowly returns, he's left dazed and utterly helpless. He blinks the blurriness out of his eyes unsure how long has passed and not quite certain where he is. It has been only a moment. He is on the unforgiving ground, looking up at a certain Eevee whose front paws are placed defiantly on the Arcanine's snout.\n\nThe Eevee's balls hang in the open air between his hind legs, and his unassuming sheath still conceals Meep's member. It seems another couple steps should be needed in order for the Eevee's cock to even reach the dispatched aggressor's snout, but as all things with the unassuming Vee, looks can be deceiving.\n\nMeep's sheath spreads, and the tip of his shaft begins to appear with his growing arousal. The point expands outward and seems to simply keep growing out without end until finally the tip fully emerges. It's as wide as a basketball, and Meep licks his chops as his gradual erection presses it ever closer to the Arcanine's lips.\n\nTo the defeated attempted predator, it's truly unthinkable. The Eevee's size only grows and grows until the total shaft is longer than Meep's entire body. The victor of their brief scuffle cracks a cruel grin, and his tip twitches not an inch from the canine's lips. The movements fling droplets of precum onto his nose.\n\n\"I told you I was quick,\" the Vee taunts, \"But in bed is the exception.\"\n\nMeep shoves his cock into the Arcanine's maw with force. Resistance only yields a tooth knocked out by the Eevee's battering ram of a shaft. The tip alone is already so much his mouth can hardly handle it, and by the time Meep's entire length has acquainted itself with the maw that'd threatened to eat him, the Arcanine's stretched throat has become more of a cock sleeve than anything.\n\nPLAFT PLAP PLAT\n\nThe already beaten and weakened canine struggles to even draw in a breath. He makes pained howls and whimpers as the length in his throat threatens to tear open his esophagus from the inside.\n\nMeep meanwhile only laughs and moans while working his magic with his massive bitch breaker.\n\nPLAT PLAP PLAP\n\nThe flustered, violated, and terrified Arcanine makes his struggles, but despite his overwhelming size in comparison to Meep, his maw is held firmly in place. The Eevee's paws on his snout, wielding deceptive power, ensure his predator turned victim remains firmly rooted to the floor.\n\nAll the while, Meep makes his throat into his own personal fleshlight. The rapidly thrusting shaft stretches the Arcanine grotesquely to fit inside and through sheer size forcibly straightens the folds of soft flesh lining his esophagus.\n\nPLAP PLAT SPLAP\n\nThe minutes tick on as the pounding continues, and each time the Arcanine thinks he's regained his strength to fight and rectify himself, he's proven once more to be too weak for the small statured Eevee. His larger form is easily held in place by the mon he'd initially seen as only easy prey.\n\nPLAPT PLAT PLAT\n\nA sickening weight sags in the Arcanine's stomach from precum alone. He wonders if the Eevee hasn't blown his load already without him realizing, but the clear fluid that fills him now is only a fractional taste of what's to come.\n\nAn intense pulsing in the veiny shaft piercing him dawns this fact on the victim, who goes wide-eyed in panic the moment before Meep's immense climax.\n\nPLAPT PLAP PLAP SPLRRRRRRRRT GLUGLGLUGLUGLGLUG\n\nA thick deluge of spunk rockets down the canine's throat and floods his stomach well beyond capacity. The Arcanine's belly swells outward and lifts him slightly off the ground, though his head remains in place with his lips just past the knot of Meep's shaft.\n\nA horrible groan echoes from the fire type's gut. It takes several long seconds of gushing jizz before the spray of Meep's fire hose tapers off, and Meep removes himself from the disoriented and bloated Arcanine.\n\nA small spew of white spunk pours out of his unplugged maw, and he twitches on the ground while his distended abdomen gradually shrinks back to a more natural size with the expulsion of the fluid.\n\nMeep, wasting no time and having no mercy, trots up behind the downed mon and latches his maw onto the tip of the canine's fluffy tail.\n\nSCHLRRRPH ULP\n\nOutrage takes over. The Arcanine, despite the bruises to his body and pride he has already sustained, begins to fight with renewed vigor. He can hardly believe the audacity of the little Eevee.\n\nHe's been beaten easily in combat, violated intensely, and now the pint-sized predator is trying to devour him by the tail.\n\n\"How dare you?\" the Arcanine howls with fury. Fiery paws kick at Meep's face, but the deft Eevee evades each strikes without once loosening his grip on the Arcanine's tail. In fact, he only progress further up, closer to the bulk of his quarry's body.\n\n\"You got lucky with that crit, punk,\" the Arcanine bellows and throws another kick that misses its mark, \"Get your filthy mouth off of me and I might have the mercy to kill you before I—\"\n\nGULP ULK\n\nAnother swallow brings Meep close to the base of the Arcanine's tail. Though the larger Pokemon attempts to strike him away and wrench his tail free, for every inch he manages to gain, Meep swallows a foot.\n\nSCHLRRRRPH OMPH\n\nAnd in the next moment, his tail vanishes entirely. The tip of his tail grazes the acids of Meep's stomach and produces a horrendous hiss. \n\nThe sound and stinging sensation combined with the Eevee's progress past his haunches sends the Arcanine into an utter panic. His demeanor shifts on a dime.\n\nGULPH ULK\n\nThe Arcanine's hind legs fold forward while the Eevee's maw stretches to fit his entire backside in at once, and the prey begins to howl in terror. \n\n\"This can't be possible! Let go of me!\" he yells, \"I don't want to go out like this!\"\n\nULP SCHLRK\n\nThe heedless Meep takes another gulp. The Arcanine's back legs are forcibly folded forward and swallowed up to the knees. The stinging of acids grows more intense on his fully enveloped tail, and he scrabbles desperately at the ground with his front paws.\n\n\"Please stop! I yield! Stop!\" he cries as he loses further ground.\n\nMeep doesn't even slightly consider releasing his catch, and the larger mon has proven utterly helpless in trying to escape him. The Arcanine's hind legs disappear completely as his soft belly begins to vanish into Meep's maw.\n\nThe Eevee's mouth stretches wide to fit his prey, and his stomach, bearing not quite a third of the Arcanine's mass, is already bloated to the point of lifting him off the ground. For the predatory Vee, however, the sensation is only pleasurable.\n\nHe's more than capable of fitting him entirely.\n\nGULP ULK GLK\n\nTerror grows with the sizzling of the Arcanine's flesh over the portions of his body already devoured. Digestion is not a swift process, and the actual tissue damage done so far is minimal. The pain, however, is already growing intense.\n\nIt paints a horrible picture of the fate that awaits him.\n\nULPH GULK GULP\n\nDesperation brings a second wind. While Meep leans forward on his oversized belly and takes the bulk of his prey's midsection into his gullet, the Arcanine furiously scrapes at the ground.\n\nClouds of dust stir up, and he digs a pair of considerable holes in the soft earth, but the prey doesn't get an inch further from the boiling, caustic pit he's headed for.\n\nThe remaining bloat from Meep's ejaculation is forced up through the Arcanine's mouth and is spewed onto the ground from the pressure of the Eevee enveloping his gut. It's a horrible sensation, but it gives the struggling prey no pause in his attempts to escape with his life currently on the line.\n\n\"Let go! Spit me out! Please! I'll do anything— You can fuck me as much as you want! I'm sorry!\" the moment the flow ends and he can again speak, disgraced canine predator pleads for his life.\n\nGULK GLULP SCHLRRK\n\nBut Meep has no mercy to spare.\n\nA few more swallows begin to bring the canine's forelegs into Meep's maw. His rear half is already curling up in the Vee's stomach. The Arcanine reaches forward as far as he can, but he loses what little grip he had on the ground when Meep reaches the joints of his front legs.\n\nHis pleas devolve to incoherent babbling and crying while the ravenous maw of the Eevee slides up his shoulders and chest simultaneously.\n\nGWRRRGGGGLE CHURRRRNNN\n\nHe can hear the Eevee's stomach growling and gurgling already as it sets to work on his body. Everything below the neck is now already curled away inside of Meep and subject to the acidic fluids setting in on him.\n\nMeep simply lounges on his massive gut with his upper jaw nestled into the Arcanine's mane.\n\nHis prey on the other hand screams and rambles unintelligible cries for help and pleas for mercy, neither of which are heard.\n\nGULP\n\nThe remorseless Eevee gives one last, large gulp, and the Arcanine disappears entirely into Meep's stomach. The light of day vanishes from the Arcanine's sight permanently, and Meep settles comfortably onto the writhing, curled up form of the once cocky canine his belly has been shaped to.\n\nGLRRRGGGGGGLE GROOOOANNNNN GLRRRFFFFGGGGGG\n\nYowls of burning pain fight with the groans and gurgles of Meep's gut to be heard as the Eevee lays his head down to rest on his belly as if it were only a giant pillow.\n\nThe initial sizzling of the Arcanine's flesh as clumps of fur fall away from reddened skin or disappear completely in the gastric pot is already enough to cause the Arcanine to writhe violently with every muscle in his body. Meep takes to it like laying on a water bed that's just been flopped onto: amusing yet relaxing.\n\nGWRRRFFFFFGHHHH GLURFGHHHH GURRGGGGGGLE\n\n\"Ahhh~ Always love a good meal~\" the Eevee speaks teasingly over the muffled screams from his prey, \"If just your flesh starting to burn is too much fo you, you're really not going to like what happens next~\"\n\nMeep chuckles quietly to himself and rubs a paw over his enormous gut. For the next hour or so, this gentle yet agonizing sizzling is all that takes place until the Arcanine is all but furless.\n\nGWRRGGGGG GLORP\n\nBy now, his exposed skin has grown enormous open sores covering large portions of his body. Blood pools out into the acids and clouds it with a crimson hue. The outer layers of his skin are almost entirely gone, and the deeper layers aren't far behind. \n\nThe Arcanine has already burned much of his energy struggling, but despite exhaustion kicks and twitches more. He couldn't stop himself if he tried, though by now he isn't trying much of anything. He struggles to even think through the suffering he presently endures, and every motion is guided only by involuntary impulses and autonomous instinct.\n\nGURGGGGGGGGLE\n\nThe prey's eyes have been squeezed shut tight through the entire process thus far, but the thin layer of skin protecting them can't hold up to the acid in the slightest. A higher pitched yowl rings out as the acids finally soak through the Arcanine's disintegrating eyelids and begin to reduce his eyes to a sickly paste that drips out into the gutslop settling onto the floor of Meep's stomach.\n\nA dark, homogenous pool is growing around him comprised entirely of his own melted body. It isn't much yet, but it will only continue to expand.\n\nThe tender meat of his muscles will comprise most of the pile. It isn't for another hour that the acids well and truly begin to seep into that layer of his body.\n\nGROOOANNN GLRRFFFGH GWRRRRGGGGGLE\n\nThe shrieks of agony that had slowly died to a constant, babbling whimper are rebirthed anew by the feeling of portions of limb and chest falling away when they're melted through too thoroughly to remain attached. The strong, powerful legs that had hunted and roamed the land on this route for years begin to dissolve like tissue paper in the gastric fluid.\n\nEach new depth of the Arcanine's body reached by the intense acids brings a second wind of sorts to the slowly dying prey. Each step up in his suffering, one rung after another of a height of pain he cannot comprehend excess of, adrenaline floods him and a burning, futile desire to survive is sparked anew.\n\n\"Please,\" he chokes out the first word he's spoken in hours through an airway scarred hoarse by screaming and singed by the caustic fluid that's worn away the flesh covering it and threatens to inevitably take it as well.\n\n\"Please what~?\" Meep responds.\n\n\"Let me out! Release me! I've learned! Whatever you want—\" the Arcanine's voice trembles and breaks down completely as he speaks until it becomes only unintelligible noise and further screams. Music to Meep's ears.\n\n\"Why? Would you rather bleed out on the grass?\" Meep asks with an almost innocent faux sincerity.\n\n\"Yes!\" comes a response that sounds somewhere between a howl of pain and a shout of rage but has its meaning clear as day.\n\n\"At this point you're just gonna die either way. All your skin is gone!\" Meep says simply, knowing from experience with prior meals that at this point in the digestive process, his prey has effectively been sloppily and unevenly skinned by his stomach acid.\n\n\"So really I don't see any point to it,\" Meep smiles and sets his head back down on his gurgling gut.\n\nA defiant yowl of anguish comes from inside, but no plea or bargain could grant the Arcanine even the small mercy of a somewhat swifter, less painful death under the light of the Sun. His fate is slow, torturous, and utterly devoid of simple daylight he now cannot believe he'd taken for granted.\n\nGWRRRGGGGGLE GROOOOAN\n\nThe Arcanine's muscle mass diminishes further. With all the tissue that'd been holding them in place dissolved, his intestines spill out of his midsection and mingle with the mess of acidic fluid and the amorphous mush that large swaths of his body is already settling into at the base of the Eevee's stomach.\n\nHis front legs are almost skeletal by now, with sinew barely holding the sections of them together. \n\nMost of his face has been disintegrated as well. Were any light to grace his visage, he wouldn't even look alive with his empty eye sockets. Bits of tissue still cling to bone, and muscle sloughs unevenly off into the mess of chyme below. What's left of his head that once bore such a proud smile is now a lumpy, unreadable mess of viscera varying in stages of deterioration from still crimson red to so thoroughly destroyed it no longer looks like anything that was once part of a living thing.\n\nAn hour or so more passes, though each moment to the Arcanine must be eternity. His body only further loses its shape and function.\n\nGURRGGGGGGGGLE GLRRRFFFPHGGGGH SNAP CRACK\n\nTo fit the canine inside, Meep's gut is quite widely stretched. As the structure of the Arcanine's body has failed and rounded off with his digestion, the bulging stomach has shrunken and rounded out as much as it's able to, though it still remains quite the comfortable spot to rest for the predatory Vee. \n\nAll in all, it continually exerts a fair pressure on the Arcanine. Embrittled by the acids that have seeped all the way through the muscle covering them, some of the bones comprising his front legs and ribs snap under the load they can simply no longer bear.\n\nAnd the crunchy sound of splintering bone accompanied by shrieks of agony and renewed struggle with what little muscle remains to twitch arouses Meep once more.\n\n\"Your maw felt so good~\" the Vee teases in a sing-song voice while his oversized shaft grows to full mast, \"Let's see how the rest of you feels~\"\n\nA low, guttural noise of pain, confusion, and terror comes from within. The melting prey can't fathom how the Eevee could possibly violate him any further with where he is now. To Meep, though, it's quite simple.\n\nPLAT PLAP HUMP RUB CRACK\n\nWith his cock so overwhelmingly huge and his stomach's lining so elastic, it's easy for Meep to press his shaft into his giant, bulging gut and stuff it inside his prey's posterior. It isn't far off from simply raw penetrating him, in fact, minus that each thrust shoves a deluge of burning acids inside. Most of the Arcanine's bowels are mush by now anyway, though.\n\nBones crack and snap in places, sending sharp stings of pain through the Arcanine's body from the sheer force as Meep begins to rut inside of him. The victim howls in agony anew. He's simply found another stage of pain beyond what he thought possible. Meep, in contrast, lulls out his tongue and moans.\n\nPLAP RUB HUMP PLAT SNAP CRACKLE\n\nThe Arcanine's plump rear, possessing plenty of the canine's soft tissue, is perhaps the least degraded part of him by now. There's simply enough to chew through on his flank that plenty of meat is still left on the bone, even several hours since ingestion. \n\nHis hindquarters are far from unscathed, however. The puffy pucker he once boasted has been eroded greatly by now through the processes of melting away his skin and seeping through the meat and muscle below. It's a soft bit of tender, bleeding flesh now, and with a shaft the size of Meep's inside, it's completely shredded during penetration.\n\nHUMP PLAPT RUB RUB CRUNCH\n\nThe rhythmic, powerful motions are accompanied by the continuous snapping of bone. The very skeleton that gives the Arcanine's body structure is crumbling under the intensity, and the Arcanine struggles to even keep up his yowls of white hot pain while his ribs break apart.\n\nOn the other hand, the pred is quite enjoying himself. Meep is in utter bliss while he lets his body auto-pilot and hump harder and faster.\n\nPaying little attention to it all, naturally his cock eventually slips out during a backswing. Hardly even paying it mind, Meep simply pushes it back in. His cock doesn't quite line up with the ruined, gaping tailhole he'd been satisfying himself with before, but the soft flesh slowly melting over the Arcanine's rear is no harder to push into.\n\nPLAP RIIIP SLOUGH RUB HUMP SNAP CRUNCH\n\nMeep's shaft bores easily into the melting mon's backside. It's hardly any different from the penetration before as far as he's concerned.\n\nThe Arcanine, however, feels very differently.\n\nBabbling cries with slurred speech of pleas to make it stop, spit him out, or just kill him already blend together, punctuated by the sharp, harrowing shrieks each time another bone snaps under the pressure.\n\nPLAT TEEEARRR HUMP PAP CRACK\n\nAll the horrible sobbing and rambling seems to do is entice the Eevee to go harder, break him further. For all the inarticulable emotion and desperation behind the incomprehensible cries, all the noise accomplishes is making his suffering even worse and bringing Meep greater pleasure.\n\nMeep's shaft breaks through acid-softened flesh and turns a large portion of the prey's rump into mince meat. Softened, torn flesh floats adrift in all directions as the action continues and dissolves away into only nutrients that settle below. A gorey mess, blackened by continuing digestion is all that Meep plows into now.\n\nPLAP PLAFT PLAP HUMP POP RIIIP SQUELCH SNAP\n\nBut shortly, he swings back a bit far and lets his tip come loose. It slides slightly across the elastic surface of his gut and leaves a smear of pre-cum dampening his fur.\n\nWithout heeding even a moment, he rams back in and devastates another area of tender meat and muscle. The force bores unevenly through the Arcanine's flank until it finally reaches his pelvis. \n\nThe large bone snaps effortlessly from the impact of the tip. One wide curve splits off in two parts from the base of the spine where it's meant to attach. It sloughs off into the gutslop below with hunks of flesh and strings of sinew taken with it.\n\nThe Arcanine howls in fresh agony. A blender would've been a less painful way to go. But no matter how hoarse the prey's futile voice becomes, Meep and his greedy gut always find a way to make him scream louder. \n\nHe coughs up another spat of blood, this time not sourced from his melting guts below but the bleeding lining of his throat. Even the few parts not yet touched by the sting of bubbling acids don't go unscathed by the Vee's cruelty.\n\nPLAP RUB HUMP PLAFT PAT SLOUGH CRUNCH\n\n\"Hehe~ What was it you said when you were still coherent earlier? If I let you out, I could fuck you all I like?\" Meep taunts between humps and moans, \"Well, it looks like I can do that anyway~\"\n\nThe firmness of once hardened, proud muscle that drove the canine's powerful legs forward now fades in bursts to only soft paste. Meep's cock pushes through it with ease and rends it apart with no resistance possible from his prey.\n\nMovement by movement, thrust by thrust, the flank disintegrates. Form is gradually lost, and fresh blood clouds the acidic bath as Meep breaks in deeper than digestion has quite yet reached. Not an inch of the agonized Arcanine is safe.\n\nMeep pants and smiles. His bushy, paintbrush shaped tail sways furiously in the air. His cock pulses tensely with the blood pumping through it as climax draws near.\n\nPAP RUB HUMP PLAPT PLAFT SLOP SNAP SPLRRRRRFFFT\n\nWith a final burst of intensity that rouses the Arcanine into roars of desperate agony to spur Meep on further, the Vee climaxes at last.\n\nA geyser spray of hot spunk rebounds off the indent his shaft makes in his belly and sprays in a wide cone across the ground behind him. White mess pats down the wild grasses and smothers flowers. Droplets and thin strands are left dripping or dangling down the sides of the route's lively flora.\n\nGWRRRGGGGLE GROOOOAN\n\nBy now the Arcanine's upper legs and lower midsection have been completely mutilated beyond any recognition. Thin strips of flesh and a pulpy mass of viscera with shattered bone sprinkled throughout are all that remains of these portions of the canine's body aside from the sloppy mess of chyme he lays in.\n\nOne of his femurs has been so thoroughly demolished it may as well be powder now. A wide portion of his pelvis juts out of the mangled mess his body is slowly becoming and prods uncomfortably into his abdomen.\n\nHis upper half is all he can truly feel by now, which may be a mercy if not for the persisting phantom pain. Every default impulse in the Arcanine's decaying mind has been rewritten. There is no rest, only struggling. There is no silence, only helpless shrieks. And where nothing can be felt any more, his mind can only assume there is pain.\n\nCHURRRRN GLORP GLRRRFFFGGHHHH\n\nThe rhythm of Meep's thrusts still pulses through the Arcanine's senses like ripples long after the fact. It's been well burned into his head. Now, his body is only compressed slowly. His mind is starting to numb, but the sharp shrill of suffering keeps him conscious despite how desperately he wants it to simply stop.\n\nHis wish isn't one granted too soon, however. Meep drinks in the feeling while he basks peacefully on top. The Arcanine's struggles have been reduced to mere twitches by now, but he takes the reduced motion as a chance to relax and enjoy the fullness after such a large meal.\n\nWith the warm sunshine on his back and the melting prey in his gut, Meep is fully satisfied in this moment. It's a moment that drags on for hours more.\n\nGROOOOANNNN CHURRRRRN\n\nThe Sun hangs low in the sky. Most of the Arcanine's muscle mass is nothing but gut soup now. His limbs have long left him. The slow, burning pain that shreds through him has reached his most vital organs. Most of his own digestive tract is already mush, and his lungs will soon follow.\n\nHoarse shrieks still ring out, bogged by blood and tears as they are. The end of each scream sends ripples through the acid from the inflation of the prey's exposed lungs. The ribs that once protected them are shattered into countless pieces that stick into what's left of him with sharp points from the grim mass below.\n\nGURRRGGGGLE SLOUGH GLUUUURRPHG\n\nThe pile of stomach slurry now has the majority of the Arcanine's crumbling body settled into it. More of his mass is putrid chyme and splintered bone than anything still attached to his remaining living body. Chunks of meat that were once his legs float nearby and gradually shrink away to only the bone beneath.\n\nNot a single portion of the Arcanine's body save for some larger bone fragments and his skull remain wholly identifiable as a particular part of a living thing. His skull as well is forming cracks.\n\nGWRRRFFGGHHHH GLRRRGGGGGG GLORPHH\n\nThe prey's windpipe is finally eroded through by the sizzling fluid. Acids trickle in, and the agonized cries are finally extinguished, though not yet coinciding with an end to his suffering. \n\nAs damaged as his lungs are and as assured as his asphyxiation will shortly be, for the moment, he is forced to endure. Foul gurgles and groans are all he can emit now. They cause the acid bath to bubble in front of his open neck.\n\nThere is no light to grant him vision, but if he could see, he'd see everything beginning to slowly fade to black. For the first time he can remember, his pain begins to decrease as his mind and body teeter on the cusp of complete numbness.\n\nCRACK SNAP GLRRRPHFG CRACKLE CRUNCH CRIK CRUMPLE\n\nBefore he gets the chance to fade even somewhat peacefully into oblivion, however, Meep bears down hard on his gut. He clenches and squeezes his belly and its occupant with it.\n\nA final, intense jab of anguish sears through the dying Arcanine. Remaining bones shatter and push their sharp, broken ends into what's left of his soft, tender insides. Tissue from vital organs and surviving scraps of muscle intertwine around fragments of rib and vertebrae. The mush below is forced into the Arcanine under the pressure. They will become one, indistinguishable.\n\nThe Arcanine's skull snaps under the pressure before he gets the chance to suffocate with his destroyed throat and lungs. His brain is crushed from his cranium caving in like a stepped on soda can, and at last his body is allowed to finally give out entirely.\n\nThe prey falls into undignified rest at least while his body becomes nothing but a disintegrating ball of viscera and shortly thereafter mere chyme. Every inch of him is reduced to the gut slurry that made his death bed.\n\nGRRRRGGGGGGLE GLORP SLOSH\n\nWith his meal fully compacted, Meep settles down onto his sloshy gut and gazes at the setting Sun. It's taken a good while to churn through his prey. \n\nMeep's gut is now shaped less like an Arcanine and more like an abstract art piece. The soft, homogenized nutrient slurry makes a soft, squishy base filled with chunks of bone that create ridges in the bulges of his belly.\n\nWhile the Arcanine's remains begin to pump into his hammerspace intestines, the Vee decides to simply lounge on his beanbag chair belly and cozy up while it shrinks beneath him. He lets his eyes drift close and his bushy tail come to a rest.\n\nThe night is slept through comfortably and peacefully while his body finishes processing all that his meal was. \n\nGRRRRRRMMMMBLE\n\nMeep wakes up in the morning nearly a full day since he'd set out for his stroll down Route 12. Through the night, he's transitioned from sleeping on his own gut to curled up on a soft patch of ground. All of his prey has been packed now into his bowels. \n\nThe grumbling of his gut and pressure toward his rear inform him that the predator he'd made his prey is ready to come out now.\n\nAfter a brief moment to rouse himself from sleep and stretch his limbs, Meep braces himself while leaning forward into a crouch and begins to grunt and strain.\n\nFBLRRRRFFFFFFFBBBBT BLORRRPHFFFFFFT SPLATTER SLOUGH FBLRRRRR\n\nThe Vee's tailhole widens tremendously, and an enormous brown pillar of macabre mush snakes out. The semi-solid filth releases foul steam into the air and begins to coil on the ground. Packed into it unevenly are fragments of bone, most of them rather small from how thoroughly the prey had been demolished.\n\nBLRRRRFFFFFFFFFBLBPPPPT FBLRRRFFFBLLLRRRRRRT\n\nThe coiling pile behind steadily grows behind Meep, raising upward and spreading outward under its own weight. Some of the less finely shredded bones push out of Meep's rear with a pop between enormous logs of shit, while other bones are crushed by the sphincter with a simple squeeze from the Eevee on their way out.\n\nThe pred rolls back his eyes a bit while the brown flood passes continuously over his prostate during its disposal. His fully packed bowels still experience pressure from the sheer mass, which moves along through their winding length as the waste is gradually voided. The feeling is intense, but not uncomfortable and dominates Meep's senses.\n\nFBLRRRFBLRRRPT BLRRFFFFTTTTT FBLORGHHFFFT SLOUGH SLOP FBLRRRRRBLRRRFFFFFT\n\nThe enormous mass hidden away in the hammerspace bowels of the Vee shrinks steadily. The heap of waste he creates, however, only grows. The mess piles up as thick turds that were once the proud Arcanine amass into a singular filthy mound.\n\nWith Meep's bowels emptying out and his mountain of waste growing, it isn't long before the dung pile begins to tower over the Eevee in its size. The Arcanine had been quite large in comparison to the unassuming pred, after all. Every inch of it is in the bowel movement Meep is currently passing; the Vee hadn't even absorbed any of his mass. All he truly needed was the satisfaction of it.\n\nBLRRFFFFFT FBLRRRRR SPLRRTCH SLOUGH FBLRRRRR\n\nSoon, Meep is emptied out completely, and he lets out a small sigh as the bulk of the mess is finally through. A small weight remains inside him that gradually vanishes as the slew of shit tapers out. The tidal wave becomes a trickle as the last few droppings take their leave.\n\nFBLRR SPLAT SPLRCH\n\nThen, with one last grunt, Meep finishes disposing of his meal by spattering fragments of the Arcanine's skull over the base of the pile along with one last foul blast of filth.\n\nFinally, with his meal entirely vacated from his depths, Meep is finished.\n\nThe predatory Vee hasn't gained an ounce of weight. Having burned through the Arcanine without actually taking in any of the nutrients comprising his body, he has nothing material to show for his encounter and nothing material he'd wanted from it, either. He will truthfully forget it in time.\n\nBut that is no concern for Meep. The Eevee simply leans forward into a big stretch then hops up and continues along the trail as if nothing had even happened.\n\nHe strolls away peacefully, humming a cheerful tune. He strolls with a spring in his step, not a care in the world, and an idle pondering of what he'll have for breakfast.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Meep strolls happily down the footpath of Route 12. The Eevee trots with a certain spring in his step that jostles his Everstone necklace with each bounce forward. All four paws take turns feeling the warmth of the midday sun on the ground.

Though a midday walk is always nice to have, the route is not without its dangers. The tall grass makes a perfect hiding place for predators, and with it large enough to conceal many potentially towering foes, the foliage practically monumental to the strolling vulpine. Heedless, Meep cheerfully paces along.

RUSTLE STOMP

He passes just near a patch of the tall grass, and within, something else evidently decides to put a stop to the casual stroll of the Eevee who so plainly disregards the stature of the route's inhabitants. A large, orange paw blocks the way ahead of Meep, and the Eevee stops short.

With a bit more rustling, a large figure emerges. A dog-like frame in a vibrant orange boasts an immensely fluffy mane and stripes that demand reverence as toned, feral muscle moves just beneath.

The Arcanine looks down at Meep with a look that has mingled amusement at the naivety of the smaller mon and indignity at such a vulnerable creature daring draw near without hesitation or consideration for the threats that lurk within.

Mostly, though, its broad snout and toothy grin frame the pleased look of someone who's just stumbled upon a perfect midday snack.

GRWWWWLLLLLL

"Must be my lucky day," the Arcanine speaks in a menacing tone, "I didn't even order anything, but here comes a meal right to my doorstep."

"Who, me?" Meep asks with a confused head tilt. He looks back and forth as if to check for anyone he hadn't noticed standing nearby with a box of pizza.

"Who else?" the Arcanine licks his chops, "Not sure what a quick, easy snack like you thinks it's doing wandering out where the predators lurk, but I appreciate your charity. Hope you don't mind being repaid with a slow death in my guts."

"You wouldn't eat me! I'm so small aren't I? And I'm quick," the smaller creature can't help but show a slight smirk that the Arcanine doesn't much notice.

"You're quick? Well, I don't see you running, and I see me catching you if you try," the Arcanine jabs, "Your life ended a couple minutes ago when you decided to walk by so close to my den."

He lowers his head to get closer to Meep's face, where he produces a low growl, "All the future holds for you is a one-way trip through my stomach."

"You really shouldn't," Meep says. Even with the canine hunched, he still has to look up a bit to make eye contact.

"Not a convincing plea," the Arcanine says simply, "Let's see if you'll come up with a better one while you digest."

Tired of talk and with a stomach still unfed, the Arcanine raises his front paws and lunges forward toward the smaller mon.

Meep's statement had been no plea, however. It was a warning.

A quick attack in response hurtles Meep into the Arcanine's sensitive underbelly. A hard headbutt with deceptive force sends the aggressor reeling backward, and with only one critical blow, the Arcanine instantly faints. He falls gracelessly behind himself and twists to land on his belly with his limbs flopped limply on the ground.

When his vision slowly returns, he's left dazed and utterly helpless. He blinks the blurriness out of his eyes unsure how long has passed and not quite certain where he is. It has been only a moment. He is on the unforgiving ground, looking up at a certain Eevee whose front paws are placed defiantly on the Arcanine's snout.

The Eevee's balls hang in the open air between his hind legs, and his unassuming sheath still conceals Meep's member. It seems another couple steps should be needed in order for the Eevee's cock to even reach the dispatched aggressor's snout, but as all things with the unassuming Vee, looks can be deceiving.

Meep's sheath spreads, and the tip of his shaft begins to appear with his growing arousal. The point expands outward and seems to simply keep growing out without end until finally the tip fully emerges. It's as wide as a basketball, and Meep licks his chops as his gradual erection presses it ever closer to the Arcanine's lips.

To the defeated attempted predator, it's truly unthinkable. The Eevee's size only grows and grows until the total shaft is longer than Meep's entire body. The victor of their brief scuffle cracks a cruel grin, and his tip twitches not an inch from the canine's lips. The movements fling droplets of precum onto his nose.

"I told you I was quick," the Vee taunts, "But in bed is the exception."

Meep shoves his cock into the Arcanine's maw with force. Resistance only yields a tooth knocked out by the Eevee's battering ram of a shaft. The tip alone is already so much his mouth can hardly handle it, and by the time Meep's entire length has acquainted itself with the maw that'd threatened to eat him, the Arcanine's stretched throat has become more of a cock sleeve than anything.

PLAFT PLAP PLAT

The already beaten and weakened canine struggles to even draw in a breath. He makes pained howls and whimpers as the length in his throat threatens to tear open his esophagus from the inside.

Meep meanwhile only laughs and moans while working his magic with his massive bitch breaker.

PLAT PLAP PLAP

The flustered, violated, and terrified Arcanine makes his struggles, but despite his overwhelming size in comparison to Meep, his maw is held firmly in place. The Eevee's paws on his snout, wielding deceptive power, ensure his predator turned victim remains firmly rooted to the floor.

All the while, Meep makes his throat into his own personal fleshlight. The rapidly thrusting shaft stretches the Arcanine grotesquely to fit inside and through sheer size forcibly straightens the folds of soft flesh lining his esophagus.

PLAP PLAT SPLAP

The minutes tick on as the pounding continues, and each time the Arcanine thinks he's regained his strength to fight and rectify himself, he's proven once more to be too weak for the small statured Eevee. His larger form is easily held in place by the mon he'd initially seen as only easy prey.

PLAPT PLAT PLAT

A sickening weight sags in the Arcanine's stomach from precum alone. He wonders if the Eevee hasn't blown his load already without him realizing, but the clear fluid that fills him now is only a fractional taste of what's to come.

An intense pulsing in the veiny shaft piercing him dawns this fact on the victim, who goes wide-eyed in panic the moment before Meep's immense climax.

PLAPT PLAP PLAP SPLRRRRRRRRT GLUGLGLUGLUGLGLUG

A thick deluge of spunk rockets down the canine's throat and floods his stomach well beyond capacity. The Arcanine's belly swells outward and lifts him slightly off the ground, though his head remains in place with his lips just past the knot of Meep's shaft.

A horrible groan echoes from the fire type's gut. It takes several long seconds of gushing jizz before the spray of Meep's fire hose tapers off, and Meep removes himself from the disoriented and bloated Arcanine.

A small spew of white spunk pours out of his unplugged maw, and he twitches on the ground while his distended abdomen gradually shrinks back to a more natural size with the expulsion of the fluid.

Meep, wasting no time and having no mercy, trots up behind the downed mon and latches his maw onto the tip of the canine's fluffy tail.

SCHLRRRPH ULP

Outrage takes over. The Arcanine, despite the bruises to his body and pride he has already sustained, begins to fight with renewed vigor. He can hardly believe the audacity of the little Eevee.

He's been beaten easily in combat, violated intensely, and now the pint-sized predator is trying to devour him by the tail.

"How dare you?" the Arcanine howls with fury. Fiery paws kick at Meep's face, but the deft Eevee evades each strikes without once loosening his grip on the Arcanine's tail. In fact, he only progress further up, closer to the bulk of his quarry's body.

"You got lucky with that crit, punk," the Arcanine bellows and throws another kick that misses its mark, "Get your filthy mouth off of me and I might have the mercy to kill you before I—"

GULP ULK

Another swallow brings Meep close to the base of the Arcanine's tail. Though the larger Pokemon attempts to strike him away and wrench his tail free, for every inch he manages to gain, Meep swallows a foot.

SCHLRRRRPH OMPH

And in the next moment, his tail vanishes entirely. The tip of his tail grazes the acids of Meep's stomach and produces a horrendous hiss.

The sound and stinging sensation combined with the Eevee's progress past his haunches sends the Arcanine into an utter panic. His demeanor shifts on a dime.

GULPH ULK

The Arcanine's hind legs fold forward while the Eevee's maw stretches to fit his entire backside in at once, and the prey begins to howl in terror.

"This can't be possible! Let go of me!" he yells, "I don't want to go out like this!"

ULP SCHLRK

The heedless Meep takes another gulp. The Arcanine's back legs are forcibly folded forward and swallowed up to the knees. The stinging of acids grows more intense on his fully enveloped tail, and he scrabbles desperately at the ground with his front paws.

"Please stop! I yield! Stop!" he cries as he loses further ground.

Meep doesn't even slightly consider releasing his catch, and the larger mon has proven utterly helpless in trying to escape him. The Arcanine's hind legs disappear completely as his soft belly begins to vanish into Meep's maw.

The Eevee's mouth stretches wide to fit his prey, and his stomach, bearing not quite a third of the Arcanine's mass, is already bloated to the point of lifting him off the ground. For the predatory Vee, however, the sensation is only pleasurable.

He's more than capable of fitting him entirely.

GULP ULK GLK

Terror grows with the sizzling of the Arcanine's flesh over the portions of his body already devoured. Digestion is not a swift process, and the actual tissue damage done so far is minimal. The pain, however, is already growing intense.

It paints a horrible picture of the fate that awaits him.

ULPH GULK GULP

Desperation brings a second wind. While Meep leans forward on his oversized belly and takes the bulk of his prey's midsection into his gullet, the Arcanine furiously scrapes at the ground.

Clouds of dust stir up, and he digs a pair of considerable holes in the soft earth, but the prey doesn't get an inch further from the boiling, caustic pit he's headed for.

The remaining bloat from Meep's ejaculation is forced up through the Arcanine's mouth and is spewed onto the ground from the pressure of the Eevee enveloping his gut. It's a horrible sensation, but it gives the struggling prey no pause in his attempts to escape with his life currently on the line.

"Let go! Spit me out! Please! I'll do anything— You can fuck me as much as you want! I'm sorry!" the moment the flow ends and he can again speak, disgraced canine predator pleads for his life.

GULK GLULP SCHLRRK

But Meep has no mercy to spare.

A few more swallows begin to bring the canine's forelegs into Meep's maw. His rear half is already curling up in the Vee's stomach. The Arcanine reaches forward as far as he can, but he loses what little grip he had on the ground when Meep reaches the joints of his front legs.

His pleas devolve to incoherent babbling and crying while the ravenous maw of the Eevee slides up his shoulders and chest simultaneously.

GWRRRGGGGLE CHURRRRNNN

He can hear the Eevee's stomach growling and gurgling already as it sets to work on his body. Everything below the neck is now already curled away inside of Meep and subject to the acidic fluids setting in on him.

Meep simply lounges on his massive gut with his upper jaw nestled into the Arcanine's mane.

His prey on the other hand screams and rambles unintelligible cries for help and pleas for mercy, neither of which are heard.

GULP

The remorseless Eevee gives one last, large gulp, and the Arcanine disappears entirely into Meep's stomach. The light of day vanishes from the Arcanine's sight permanently, and Meep settles comfortably onto the writhing, curled up form of the once cocky canine his belly has been shaped to.

GLRRRGGGGGGLE GROOOOANNNNN GLRRRFFFFGGGGGG

Yowls of burning pain fight with the groans and gurgles of Meep's gut to be heard as the Eevee lays his head down to rest on his belly as if it were only a giant pillow.

The initial sizzling of the Arcanine's flesh as clumps of fur fall away from reddened skin or disappear completely in the gastric pot is already enough to cause the Arcanine to writhe violently with every muscle in his body. Meep takes to it like laying on a water bed that's just been flopped onto: amusing yet relaxing.

GWRRRFFFFFGHHHH GLURFGHHHH GURRGGGGGGLE

"Ahhh~ Always love a good meal~" the Eevee speaks teasingly over the muffled screams from his prey, "If just your flesh starting to burn is too much fo you, you're really not going to like what happens next~"

Meep chuckles quietly to himself and rubs a paw over his enormous gut. For the next hour or so, this gentle yet agonizing sizzling is all that takes place until the Arcanine is all but furless.

GWRRGGGGG GLORP

By now, his exposed skin has grown enormous open sores covering large portions of his body. Blood pools out into the acids and clouds it with a crimson hue. The outer layers of his skin are almost entirely gone, and the deeper layers aren't far behind.

The Arcanine has already burned much of his energy struggling, but despite exhaustion kicks and twitches more. He couldn't stop himself if he tried, though by now he isn't trying much of anything. He struggles to even think through the suffering he presently endures, and every motion is guided only by involuntary impulses and autonomous instinct.

GURGGGGGGGGLE

The prey's eyes have been squeezed shut tight through the entire process thus far, but the thin layer of skin protecting them can't hold up to the acid in the slightest. A higher pitched yowl rings out as the acids finally soak through the Arcanine's disintegrating eyelids and begin to reduce his eyes to a sickly paste that drips out into the gutslop settling onto the floor of Meep's stomach.

A dark, homogenous pool is growing around him comprised entirely of his own melted body. It isn't much yet, but it will only continue to expand.

The tender meat of his muscles will comprise most of the pile. It isn't for another hour that the acids well and truly begin to seep into that layer of his body.

GROOOANNN GLRRFFFGH GWRRRRGGGGGLE

The shrieks of agony that had slowly died to a constant, babbling whimper are rebirthed anew by the feeling of portions of limb and chest falling away when they're melted through too thoroughly to remain attached. The strong, powerful legs that had hunted and roamed the land on this route for years begin to dissolve like tissue paper in the gastric fluid.

Each new depth of the Arcanine's body reached by the intense acids brings a second wind of sorts to the slowly dying prey. Each step up in his suffering, one rung after another of a height of pain he cannot comprehend excess of, adrenaline floods him and a burning, futile desire to survive is sparked anew.

"Please," he chokes out the first word he's spoken in hours through an airway scarred hoarse by screaming and singed by the caustic fluid that's worn away the flesh covering it and threatens to inevitably take it as well.

"Please what~?" Meep responds.

"Let me out! Release me! I've learned! Whatever you want—" the Arcanine's voice trembles and breaks down completely as he speaks until it becomes only unintelligible noise and further screams. Music to Meep's ears.

"Why? Would you rather bleed out on the grass?" Meep asks with an almost innocent faux sincerity.

"Yes!" comes a response that sounds somewhere between a howl of pain and a shout of rage but has its meaning clear as day.

"At this point you're just gonna die either way. All your skin is gone!" Meep says simply, knowing from experience with prior meals that at this point in the digestive process, his prey has effectively been sloppily and unevenly skinned by his stomach acid.

"So really I don't see any point to it," Meep smiles and sets his head back down on his gurgling gut.

A defiant yowl of anguish comes from inside, but no plea or bargain could grant the Arcanine even the small mercy of a somewhat swifter, less painful death under the light of the Sun. His fate is slow, torturous, and utterly devoid of simple daylight he now cannot believe he'd taken for granted.

GWRRRGGGGGLE GROOOOAN

The Arcanine's muscle mass diminishes further. With all the tissue that'd been holding them in place dissolved, his intestines spill out of his midsection and mingle with the mess of acidic fluid and the amorphous mush that large swaths of his body is already settling into at the base of the Eevee's stomach.

His front legs are almost skeletal by now, with sinew barely holding the sections of them together.

Most of his face has been disintegrated as well. Were any light to grace his visage, he wouldn't even look alive with his empty eye sockets. Bits of tissue still cling to bone, and muscle sloughs unevenly off into the mess of chyme below. What's left of his head that once bore such a proud smile is now a lumpy, unreadable mess of viscera varying in stages of deterioration from still crimson red to so thoroughly destroyed it no longer looks like anything that was once part of a living thing.

An hour or so more passes, though each moment to the Arcanine must be eternity. His body only further loses its shape and function.

GURRGGGGGGGGLE GLRRRFFFPHGGGGH SNAP CRACK

To fit the canine inside, Meep's gut is quite widely stretched. As the structure of the Arcanine's body has failed and rounded off with his digestion, the bulging stomach has shrunken and rounded out as much as it's able to, though it still remains quite the comfortable spot to rest for the predatory Vee.

All in all, it continually exerts a fair pressure on the Arcanine. Embrittled by the acids that have seeped all the way through the muscle covering them, some of the bones comprising his front legs and ribs snap under the load they can simply no longer bear.

And the crunchy sound of splintering bone accompanied by shrieks of agony and renewed struggle with what little muscle remains to twitch arouses Meep once more.

"Your maw felt so good~" the Vee teases in a sing-song voice while his oversized shaft grows to full mast, "Let's see how the rest of you feels~"

A low, guttural noise of pain, confusion, and terror comes from within. The melting prey can't fathom how the Eevee could possibly violate him any further with where he is now. To Meep, though, it's quite simple.

PLAT PLAP HUMP RUB CRACK

With his cock so overwhelmingly huge and his stomach's lining so elastic, it's easy for Meep to press his shaft into his giant, bulging gut and stuff it inside his prey's posterior. It isn't far off from simply raw penetrating him, in fact, minus that each thrust shoves a deluge of burning acids inside. Most of the Arcanine's bowels are mush by now anyway, though.

Bones crack and snap in places, sending sharp stings of pain through the Arcanine's body from the sheer force as Meep begins to rut inside of him. The victim howls in agony anew. He's simply found another stage of pain beyond what he thought possible. Meep, in contrast, lulls out his tongue and moans.

PLAP RUB HUMP PLAT SNAP CRACKLE

The Arcanine's plump rear, possessing plenty of the canine's soft tissue, is perhaps the least degraded part of him by now. There's simply enough to chew through on his flank that plenty of meat is still left on the bone, even several hours since ingestion.

His hindquarters are far from unscathed, however. The puffy pucker he once boasted has been eroded greatly by now through the processes of melting away his skin and seeping through the meat and muscle below. It's a soft bit of tender, bleeding flesh now, and with a shaft the size of Meep's inside, it's completely shredded during penetration.

HUMP PLAPT RUB RUB CRUNCH

The rhythmic, powerful motions are accompanied by the continuous snapping of bone. The very skeleton that gives the Arcanine's body structure is crumbling under the intensity, and the Arcanine struggles to even keep up his yowls of white hot pain while his ribs break apart.

On the other hand, the pred is quite enjoying himself. Meep is in utter bliss while he lets his body auto-pilot and hump harder and faster.

Paying little attention to it all, naturally his cock eventually slips out during a backswing. Hardly even paying it mind, Meep simply pushes it back in. His cock doesn't quite line up with the ruined, gaping tailhole he'd been satisfying himself with before, but the soft flesh slowly melting over the Arcanine's rear is no harder to push into.

PLAP RIIIP SLOUGH RUB HUMP SNAP CRUNCH

Meep's shaft bores easily into the melting mon's backside. It's hardly any different from the penetration before as far as he's concerned.

The Arcanine, however, feels very differently.

Babbling cries with slurred speech of pleas to make it stop, spit him out, or just kill him already blend together, punctuated by the sharp, harrowing shrieks each time another bone snaps under the pressure.

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All the horrible sobbing and rambling seems to do is entice the Eevee to go harder, break him further. For all the inarticulable emotion and desperation behind the incomprehensible cries, all the noise accomplishes is making his suffering even worse and bringing Meep greater pleasure.

Meep's shaft breaks through acid-softened flesh and turns a large portion of the prey's rump into mince meat. Softened, torn flesh floats adrift in all directions as the action continues and dissolves away into only nutrients that settle below. A gorey mess, blackened by continuing digestion is all that Meep plows into now.

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But shortly, he swings back a bit far and lets his tip come loose. It slides slightly across the elastic surface of his gut and leaves a smear of pre-cum dampening his fur.

Without heeding even a moment, he rams back in and devastates another area of tender meat and muscle. The force bores unevenly through the Arcanine's flank until it finally reaches his pelvis.

The large bone snaps effortlessly from the impact of the tip. One wide curve splits off in two parts from the base of the spine where it's meant to attach. It sloughs off into the gutslop below with hunks of flesh and strings of sinew taken with it.

The Arcanine howls in fresh agony. A blender would've been a less painful way to go. But no matter how hoarse the prey's futile voice becomes, Meep and his greedy gut always find a way to make him scream louder.

He coughs up another spat of blood, this time not sourced from his melting guts below but the bleeding lining of his throat. Even the few parts not yet touched by the sting of bubbling acids don't go unscathed by the Vee's cruelty.

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"Hehe~ What was it you said when you were still coherent earlier? If I let you out, I could fuck you all I like?" Meep taunts between humps and moans, "Well, it looks like I can do that anyway~"

The firmness of once hardened, proud muscle that drove the canine's powerful legs forward now fades in bursts to only soft paste. Meep's cock pushes through it with ease and rends it apart with no resistance possible from his prey.

Movement by movement, thrust by thrust, the flank disintegrates. Form is gradually lost, and fresh blood clouds the acidic bath as Meep breaks in deeper than digestion has quite yet reached. Not an inch of the agonized Arcanine is safe.

Meep pants and smiles. His bushy, paintbrush shaped tail sways furiously in the air. His cock pulses tensely with the blood pumping through it as climax draws near.

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With a final burst of intensity that rouses the Arcanine into roars of desperate agony to spur Meep on further, the Vee climaxes at last.

A geyser spray of hot spunk rebounds off the indent his shaft makes in his belly and sprays in a wide cone across the ground behind him. White mess pats down the wild grasses and smothers flowers. Droplets and thin strands are left dripping or dangling down the sides of the route's lively flora.

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By now the Arcanine's upper legs and lower midsection have been completely mutilated beyond any recognition. Thin strips of flesh and a pulpy mass of viscera with shattered bone sprinkled throughout are all that remains of these portions of the canine's body aside from the sloppy mess of chyme he lays in.

One of his femurs has been so thoroughly demolished it may as well be powder now. A wide portion of his pelvis juts out of the mangled mess his body is slowly becoming and prods uncomfortably into his abdomen.

His upper half is all he can truly feel by now, which may be a mercy if not for the persisting phantom pain. Every default impulse in the Arcanine's decaying mind has been rewritten. There is no rest, only struggling. There is no silence, only helpless shrieks. And where nothing can be felt any more, his mind can only assume there is pain.

CHURRRRN GLORP GLRRRFFFGGHHHH

The rhythm of Meep's thrusts still pulses through the Arcanine's senses like ripples long after the fact. It's been well burned into his head. Now, his body is only compressed slowly. His mind is starting to numb, but the sharp shrill of suffering keeps him conscious despite how desperately he wants it to simply stop.

His wish isn't one granted too soon, however. Meep drinks in the feeling while he basks peacefully on top. The Arcanine's struggles have been reduced to mere twitches by now, but he takes the reduced motion as a chance to relax and enjoy the fullness after such a large meal.

With the warm sunshine on his back and the melting prey in his gut, Meep is fully satisfied in this moment. It's a moment that drags on for hours more.

GROOOOANNNN CHURRRRRN

The Sun hangs low in the sky. Most of the Arcanine's muscle mass is nothing but gut soup now. His limbs have long left him. The slow, burning pain that shreds through him has reached his most vital organs. Most of his own digestive tract is already mush, and his lungs will soon follow.

Hoarse shrieks still ring out, bogged by blood and tears as they are. The end of each scream sends ripples through the acid from the inflation of the prey's exposed lungs. The ribs that once protected them are shattered into countless pieces that stick into what's left of him with sharp points from the grim mass below.

GURRRGGGGLE SLOUGH GLUUUURRPHG

The pile of stomach slurry now has the majority of the Arcanine's crumbling body settled into it. More of his mass is putrid chyme and splintered bone than anything still attached to his remaining living body. Chunks of meat that were once his legs float nearby and gradually shrink away to only the bone beneath.

Not a single portion of the Arcanine's body save for some larger bone fragments and his skull remain wholly identifiable as a particular part of a living thing. His skull as well is forming cracks.

GWRRRFFGGHHHH GLRRRGGGGGG GLORPHH

The prey's windpipe is finally eroded through by the sizzling fluid. Acids trickle in, and the agonized cries are finally extinguished, though not yet coinciding with an end to his suffering.

As damaged as his lungs are and as assured as his asphyxiation will shortly be, for the moment, he is forced to endure. Foul gurgles and groans are all he can emit now. They cause the acid bath to bubble in front of his open neck.

There is no light to grant him vision, but if he could see, he'd see everything beginning to slowly fade to black. For the first time he can remember, his pain begins to decrease as his mind and body teeter on the cusp of complete numbness.

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Before he gets the chance to fade even somewhat peacefully into oblivion, however, Meep bears down hard on his gut. He clenches and squeezes his belly and its occupant with it.

A final, intense jab of anguish sears through the dying Arcanine. Remaining bones shatter and push their sharp, broken ends into what's left of his soft, tender insides. Tissue from vital organs and surviving scraps of muscle intertwine around fragments of rib and vertebrae. The mush below is forced into the Arcanine under the pressure. They will become one, indistinguishable.

The Arcanine's skull snaps under the pressure before he gets the chance to suffocate with his destroyed throat and lungs. His brain is crushed from his cranium caving in like a stepped on soda can, and at last his body is allowed to finally give out entirely.

The prey falls into undignified rest at least while his body becomes nothing but a disintegrating ball of viscera and shortly thereafter mere chyme. Every inch of him is reduced to the gut slurry that made his death bed.

GRRRRGGGGGGLE GLORP SLOSH

With his meal fully compacted, Meep settles down onto his sloshy gut and gazes at the setting Sun. It's taken a good while to churn through his prey.

Meep's gut is now shaped less like an Arcanine and more like an abstract art piece. The soft, homogenized nutrient slurry makes a soft, squishy base filled with chunks of bone that create ridges in the bulges of his belly.

While the Arcanine's remains begin to pump into his hammerspace intestines, the Vee decides to simply lounge on his beanbag chair belly and cozy up while it shrinks beneath him. He lets his eyes drift close and his bushy tail come to a rest.

The night is slept through comfortably and peacefully while his body finishes processing all that his meal was.

GRRRRRRMMMMBLE

Meep wakes up in the morning nearly a full day since he'd set out for his stroll down Route 12. Through the night, he's transitioned from sleeping on his own gut to curled up on a soft patch of ground. All of his prey has been packed now into his bowels.

The grumbling of his gut and pressure toward his rear inform him that the predator he'd made his prey is ready to come out now.

After a brief moment to rouse himself from sleep and stretch his limbs, Meep braces himself while leaning forward into a crouch and begins to grunt and strain.

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The Vee's tailhole widens tremendously, and an enormous brown pillar of macabre mush snakes out. The semi-solid filth releases foul steam into the air and begins to coil on the ground. Packed into it unevenly are fragments of bone, most of them rather small from how thoroughly the prey had been demolished.

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The coiling pile behind steadily grows behind Meep, raising upward and spreading outward under its own weight. Some of the less finely shredded bones push out of Meep's rear with a pop between enormous logs of shit, while other bones are crushed by the sphincter with a simple squeeze from the Eevee on their way out.

The pred rolls back his eyes a bit while the brown flood passes continuously over his prostate during its disposal. His fully packed bowels still experience pressure from the sheer mass, which moves along through their winding length as the waste is gradually voided. The feeling is intense, but not uncomfortable and dominates Meep's senses.

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The enormous mass hidden away in the hammerspace bowels of the Vee shrinks steadily. The heap of waste he creates, however, only grows. The mess piles up as thick turds that were once the proud Arcanine amass into a singular filthy mound.

With Meep's bowels emptying out and his mountain of waste growing, it isn't long before the dung pile begins to tower over the Eevee in its size. The Arcanine had been quite large in comparison to the unassuming pred, after all. Every inch of it is in the bowel movement Meep is currently passing; the Vee hadn't even absorbed any of his mass. All he truly needed was the satisfaction of it.

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Soon, Meep is emptied out completely, and he lets out a small sigh as the bulk of the mess is finally through. A small weight remains inside him that gradually vanishes as the slew of shit tapers out. The tidal wave becomes a trickle as the last few droppings take their leave.

FBLRR SPLAT SPLRCH

Then, with one last grunt, Meep finishes disposing of his meal by spattering fragments of the Arcanine's skull over the base of the pile along with one last foul blast of filth.

Finally, with his meal entirely vacated from his depths, Meep is finished.

The predatory Vee hasn't gained an ounce of weight. Having burned through the Arcanine without actually taking in any of the nutrients comprising his body, he has nothing material to show for his encounter and nothing material he'd wanted from it, either. He will truthfully forget it in time.

But that is no concern for Meep. The Eevee simply leans forward into a big stretch then hops up and continues along the trail as if nothing had even happened.

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