WARNING: This story contains scenes of oral vore and detailed digestion. If this is not your thing, then stop reading now. You have been warned!

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Chua, On the Rocks

Nefarious grumbled as he read the report on the screen in front of him. Another territory lost to those blasted Exiles. The Exiles on planet Nexus had been growing increasingly bolder as of late, and quite frankly it was embarrassing. Who would have guessed that the galaxy's most powerful galactic empire would be given so much trouble by a rag-tag bunch of misfit races. Of course their hands were being tied a bit. With Nexus being a hotspot for Eldin technology, the Cassians and Mechari insisted on keeping collateral damage to a minimum, which ruled out some of their most devastating weapons. But even so, they still shouldn't be having this much trouble with a couple of rogue races.

Nefarious continued to scan through the report. It appeared that the assault force was lead by a band of Granok soldiers. The red furred Chua sneered in disgust. Even after being exiled from their home world, those blasted rock people continued to be a real thorn in the Dominion's side. With their hardy attitudes and even hardier constitutions, they were a real force to be reckoned with. Nefarious pulled up the data file on Granok in hopes of gathering more information about the bothersome race, but he was disappointed to find that there was surprisingly little data on Granok biology. Well that was a problem he would simply need to rectify. After all, having complete knowledge of your enemies strengths and weaknesses is the most effective means to create weapons that could cause them the most pain and harm. The question was how to go about doing it. Sure he could just autopsy a corpse, the battlefield was littered with them, but one could only get so much data from a dead body. No, he needed data from a living specimen, up close and personal data. But gathering such data would be dangerous, even for a scientist of his caliber. He needed someone... expendable; Someone so desperate for approval that they would follow his orders without question; And he knew just the Chua for the job.

"Beezle!" Nefarious yelled from his desk.

The sound of hastily scrambling paws could be heard approaching before a blonde furred Chua came running into the room.

"You called, master?" he asked with a salute.

"Yes, I have special mission for you." Nefarious replied.

"Special mission?" Beezle asked inquisitively.

"Need more data on Granok biology. You collect for me." Nefarious explained.

Beezle couldn't help but grin at this. So far, his time as a minion had amounted to nothing more than doing menial chores around the lab. A chance to get out and prove his worth as a scientist was a welcomed opportunity. "Of course, master! Right away!" he agreed enthusiastically.

Nefarious cracked a smile of his own. Perfect; Beezle would do all the work and he would get all the glory. Now he just needed to outfit the unsuspecting Chua for the operation. "Follow me." he instructed.

Beezle did as instructed, following Nefarious to a room that was full of field research equipment. Nefarious outfitted him in a harness covered with all manner of sensors and transmitters, designed to collect data and send it back to the lab. The next thing Nefarious gave him was a personal shield module, which confused him a little.

"What this for?" Beelze asked.

"You getting data straight from the source." Nefarious explained before suddenly pulling a strange device from his pocket and aiming it at Beezle.

Without a moments hesitation Nefarious fired. Electricity arced through the air, striking the surprised Chua right in the chest. The energy coursed through Beezle's body, and as this happened, he quickly began to shrink in size. All Beezle could do was stare up at the rapidly growing Chua, who was grinning deviously down at him. When the process was finally over, Beezle was no bigger than one of Nefarious's toes. He wanted to object, now having second thoughts about this mission, but he had no way of communicating with the comparatively massive Chua. Not that Nefarious would have listened to him anyway. The red furred Chua made his way over to a console and began to type away with his dexterous paws. After a few moment he held a finger over the "Enter" key and turned to Beezle.

"Enjoy Whitevale. Bring me good data. For science!" He said before slamming down his finger dramatically.

Beezle felt the familiar sensation of teleportation as his body was split into a billion atoms and scattered across space.

******

An instant later, he reformed at his destination. He immediately began to shiver as the climate controlled atmosphere of the lab was replaced with frigid natural air. He looked around to take in his new surroundings. He appeared to be surrounded by ice; There was something... unnatural about it, but he couldn't quite put his paw on it. There was also a lot of noise coming from all around him. It sounded like voices, but he could not see their sources or make out what they were saying. Where the hell was he? It was then that he realized that Nefarious had never given him any kind of actual plan. What was he even supposed to be doing?

A loud crash jarred Beezle's senses and he suddenly felt the sensation of being lifted into the air. As he was lifted with the pile of ice, he was finally granted a glimpse of what was going on. He was pulled up into what appeared to be an open bar. Exiles sat about drinking, chatting, and generally unwinding. He didn't get long to look around before he and the ice were unceremoniously dumped into a drinking glass. Fortunately the personal shield protected him from getting crushed, but now he was trapped in a prison of glass and ice. At least now he could make out what the Exiles were saying.

"Boy that was one hell of a battle." a male human said.

"You're telling me. I almost didn't think we were going make it out of that one alive." a female human responded.

"Ah, come on guys. Give me more credit than that. It'll be a cold day in hell before I let some blasted Domies take out my buds." a male Granok boasted.

"You got that right Shard. You're more likely to take us out yourself." a male Aurin teased.

"You chop an Aurin's ponytail off one time, and suddenly you're labeled 'reckless'" Shard joked back before they all shared a good laugh.

"But seriously, I thought we were done for when that brigade of Chua showed up." the female human said.

"Ug, those furry little freaks give me the willies." Shard said with a shiver.

"What's that? The big brave Granok is afraid of itty bitty Chua?" the male human teased.

"Well those 'itty bitty' Chua devastated my entire home planet." the Aurin replied, anger rising in his voice.

"Easy there buddy." Shard intervened "We're all sorry about what happened to Arboria, but now isn't the time for sulking. It's a time for celebrating! A hard battle calls for hard liquor! Hey bartender, I'll take a Gutpunch Brew on the rocks! And a round of Gnox Blue Ribons for my friends here!"

"Comin' right up." the bartender replied, grabbing Beezle's glass and carried it over to one of the taps.

Beezle looked up at the tap, his eyes growing wide in horror "No! Wait!" he shouted at the bartender in vain.

The bartender pressed down on the tap, flooding the glass with beer. Beezle was caught in a torrent of swirling liquid and ice, holding his breath fast as he was tossed about the glass. By some miracle he had managed to float to the surface, hacking and sputtering as he dug his claws into one of the ice cubes for support. While he was recovering, his glass was placed on a tray along with three others and served to the group of celebrating Exiles. They each took a glass and lifted it in a toast.

"To our victory!" Shard began the toast "May we never fall in battle, and if we do, may we drag some of those blasted Domies to hell with us. For the Exiles!"

"For the Exiles!" they all chanted in unison, toasting their glasses, and taking a swig of their drinks.

Beezle was treated to a ghastly sight as his glass was raised to Shard's lips. The Granok opened his mouth wide, tilting his glass back to take a large chug of his brew.

"No, no, no, no!" Beezle cried out, trying his best to cling steadfast to the ice cube he was holding, but he was caught in the current of beer, and washed into the Granok's gaping maw.

He splashed across the surprisingly soft tongue, nearly carried all the way down the throat. He stopped near the edge, gasping and panting to catch his breath. Once he had a moment to recover, he reached up to a strap around his head where a small flashlight was located. Switching the light on, Beelze got his first good look at the cavernous maw he was in. He was surprised to find that the inside was very flesh-like. Despite their rough exteriors, it seemed Granok interiors were still comparatively fragile. It reminded him of various species of bugs where tough exoskeletons protected fragile innards.

He took a long sweeping look around the mouth, finally ending by looking down into dark abyss of the throat. He could see the throat muscles expand and retract with each breath the Granok took. He shuddered; That was a close one. He backed away from the throat and started to make his way towards the entrance of the mouth. With his small size though, what should have been a short distance was more like a vast expanse. And it didn't help that the tongue was constantly throwing him off balance or that saliva clung to his fur at every step. He had only made it about halfway out, when the mouth opened again, and Beezle could see the glass being raised to its lips.

Beezle's eyes grew wide with horror "Rivets! Not again!" he cursed.

A moment later he was once again caught up in a current of flowing beer. He was quickly washed to the back of the throat, where he was gulped down along with the potent beverage. The trip down the esophagus was swift and violent, powerful throat muscles working down the liquid as fast as possible. In less than a second, Beezle splashed down in a pool of bubbling sludge. He struggled his way to the surface, treading the foul contents of the stomach. After spitting and sputtering the nasty tasting liquid from his mouth, Beezle took a look at his grotesque surroundings. He was imprisoned on all sides by walls of churning flesh, and floating in a pool of partially digested meals. No doubt this was the Granok's stomach.

It was by far the most disgusting place he had ever been, and as a Chua, he'd seen some pretty nasty things. His fur was soaked from head to toe in a mixture of beer and chyme; And the air reeked of alcohol, acid, and rotting meat. When he got out of here, he would have to bathe for a week just to get all the gunk out of his fur, and then for another week to wash away the smell. But this brought fourth a very important question. How WOULD he get out of here?

A muffled beeping sound caught Beezle's attention. He reached down to his belt and retrieved his personal shield. The beeping was a warning that the shield's capacity was depleting. Panic crept into Beezle's mind. The shield was protecting him from the powerful stomach acids for now, but it wouldn't last forever. He estimated that the shield would probably only last him another five minutes tops.

Frantically, he swam to the edge of the muck, and tried desperately to claw at the stomach walls. But he was too small to inflict any real damage. On top of that, a thick mucus coated walls, protecting them from his attacks. One didn't need special data to know that Granok's had cast iron stomachs. Just looking at the kinds of beverages they ingested without keeling over would tell you that, so it only made sense that the stomach walls had extra protection against their own potent acids. Beezle grunted in frustration. He reached down to his belt, searching for anything Nefarious might have left him to help him escape. Of course he found nothing; This was probably Nefarious's plan all along, to use him as a living test dummy to collect data from inside the Granok's body. He cursed the devious red Chua for condemning him to such a fate; And cursed himself even more for not seeing through such an obvious ruse.

Beezle didn't give up hope just yet. He didn't suffer through all those humiliating hours as Nefarious's minion to end up as a snack for some random Granok. There had to be something he could do, he just needed to think! Maybe he could jury-rig something from the instruments on his belt, it would just take a little time and... The distinct whine of shield failure killed that plan in its infancy. No, it couldn't be! He had miscalculated the strength of the acid! No, no, he wasn't ready to die! He just needed a little more time!

What mere moments ago had been nothing more than an unpleasant and disgusting bath, swiftly became a cauldron of bubbling sizzling horror. The stomach acids quickly went to work breaking down Beezle's flesh, making his skin itch and burn unbearably. Patches of his blonde fur fell loose from his body, dissolving in the caustic sludge surrounding him. The stomach walls ripples and churned, sloshing their contents around, and splashing the corrosive ooze onto Beezle's face and ears. He cried out in shock and pain as holes were eaten through his flesh, spilling his blood into the grizzly pool of chyme.

A loud gulp caught Beezle's attention, and a second later, more beer came spilling through the stomach entrance, the deluge forcing him below the surface of the acid for a moment. He sprang back to the surface screaming in agony as acid burned away at his face and sensitive ears. Searing pain spread across his body as his flesh continued to dissolve, exposing muscles to the powerful stomach acids. He flailed about in the sea of digestive juices, white hot agony assaulting his every sense. His muscles cramped and spasmed as they were torn apart by the corrosive juices around them. Beelze's face continued to burn, having been less exposed to the acid, it still had most of its skin and even a little fur, but his ears were not faring as well; Corroded pieces of the sensitive membrane falling free to dissolve in the bubbling cauldron below. It was the most agonizing few minutes of his life.

Slowly his struggles grew less frantic as his muscles were destroyed by the vicious stomach acids. With no more strength to move, he could no longer keep himself afloat. And so he sank below the sea of acid and chyme, exposing him fully to the stomach's digestive enzymes. Bubbles rose from his mouth as gargled screams of anguish escaped his throat. Acid spilled into Beezle's lungs, destroying him from the inside. He shuddered violently in the throes of death, mind nothing but an ocean of pain and agony. Darkness crept around his vision, both from his fading consciousness and the acid breaking down his eyes. Finally his body went limp, the shock growing too great for his mind to bear. Blood and hunks of dissolving flesh rose from the body as it sank towards the bottom. By the time it reached the base of the stomach, all that remained was a skeleton and a belt, the latter of which held far more value to Nefarious than the digested Chua's life.

******

Nefarious watched as data streamed onto his computer screen. It had seemed that his plan had worked flawlessly. This data would prove invaluable for developing weapons to use against the Granok. He would surly receive high praise for this. Maybe he should try doing this for the other Exiled races as well. There was always more data to collect, and more science to be done. But first things first, he was going to need a new minion.