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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Gnar loved days like these. There was no wind, so he didn't need to worry about other creatures catching his scent, and the sun hung low in the sky, casting vast shadows for him to hide in. It was a perfect day for hunting. The primitive yordle crawled along the ground, searching for signs of potential prey. He inspected the ground for tracks and snuffled the air for any lingering scents. It seemed he was finally in luck as he spotted some medium-sized paw prints in the soil. He bounded over to take a closer look. They appeared to be fresh, probably only a few minutes old. Gnar grinned with glee; The hunt was on.

Gnar silently stuck to the bushes as he followed the fresh prints. After a few minutes of tracking his prey, Gnar saw something that caught his attention. A much larger set of tracks began to follow behind the smaller pair. They were shaped like nothing he had ever seen before, but whomever owned them must have been massive.

The tracks left a trail of destruction in their wake. Large gashes marred the surrounding landscape and tree were left toppled and splintered. Instinct told him that something wasn't right; That he should just turn around and forget everything he saw here, but curiosity pushed him forward. This kind of destruction was very reminiscent of his own when he lost his temper. Was it possible that there was another like him?

He continued to follow the trail from the shadows, eager to see what lie at the end. After a few more minutes, he began to hear the smacking of jowls in the distance, the distinct sound of someone (or something) feasting. Cautiously he approached the source of the noise and peered through the bushes to get a look at his mystery creature.

Gnar's eyes grew wide as he beheld the sight before him. What he saw was definitely not one of his kind. From its back, he could see the creature crouching down on two legs, its large tail swishing back and forth. Large pincers grew from its sides, while large mantis-like claws protruded from its back. Its entire body seemed to be composed of some kind of armored scales or chitin. This thing was definitely not of this world.

Again, instincts told him that he should run; Get as far away from this creature as physically possible, but again Gnar's curiosity won out. There was something strangely fascinating about watching this creature eat, but he couldn't see much from here. Despite the risks, he opted to try and head for a better position. Swiftly he moved from one bush to another, fortunately the beast seemed to be too preoccupied with its meal to notice him.

Finally Gnar was able to see the creature from the side, getting his first look at the monster's face. Large horns sprouted from the sides of its face, curving in towards its massive mouth. Jaws opened wide to reveal a row of long, vicious, and razor sharp teeth. Gnar watched in fascination as the creature continued to gorge itself upon its prey. It wolfed down large chunks of meat; Fur, bone, and all. Eventually the beast finished its meal, leaving not even a single scrap for the scavengers. The beast raised its head to the sky and released a thunderous belch, the force of which Gnar could feel even from his distant bush.

Done with its meal, the beast began to survey the area, likely deciding where it should go next. Eventually the creature's head swept past Gnar's direction. "Gnar!" the yordle gasped in shock as he was given a glimpse into the creature's eyes. Deep within he saw something he didn't expect, a glint of intelligence that belied the monster's savage appearance. The creature's head suddenly snapped back in Gnar's direction. Gnar clasped his paws over his mouth. Crap! Had it heard him?!

The creature made its way over to the bush and began to sniff at the air suspiciously. Gnar didn't move from his spot, knowing at this point that any motion would give his presence away. Slowly his paw gripped around his trusty boomerang, preparing for the worst. For a moment the creature just stood there, and Gnar began to think that it actually didn't detect him.

But suddenly the creature roared and brought one of its claws down on the bush. Gnar rolled to the side just in time to avoid being impaled, but another claw came down an instant later. He narrowly dodged this one too, but his maneuverability was limited here. With great agility, Gnar leapt from the bush, landing out in the open. He brandished his boomerang and bared his fangs, trying to look tough. "Gnar!" he shouted at the monster defiantly before throwing his boomerang at the creature's head. But one of the claws knocked it aside effortlessly before the monster unleashed a spine chilling roar. All of Gnar's defiance turned to fear as his ears drooped from the deafening roar. Finally his survival instincts had caught up with him.

He turned and began to run on all fours, but the monster wouldn't let him escape so easily. It gave chase, cutting a swath of destruction in its path. Gnar dared to take a peek behind him. The monster was in hot on his tail and catching up slowly. He tried to dart and weave to throw off his pursuer, but the effort proved futile. Eventually the creature was within striking distance and brought down one of its mantis claws. Gnar sprang forward, the attack missing his tail by a hair. It seemed he would again escape the attack unscathed, but this time several sharp spines shot from the creature's body. A few of them grazed Gnar, cutting deep and causing him to stumble. That was all the opportunity the creature needed as a large pincer clasped around Gnar's torso and lifted him to face his captor.

"Gnar!" he whimpered in distress, struggling wildly to escape the creature's grasp. If he could just transform, then maybe he would stand a chance against this monstrosity. But Gnar was far more terrified than angry at this point, preventing him from tapping into the primal power within him. The creature released a low rumble as it watched the yordle's fruitless struggles. Gnar could only describe it as a chuckle. The pincer tightened around him for a moment, escalating his frantic struggles. Gnar could see the malicious intent in the monster's eyes as it took sadistic pleasure in watching him squirm. Finally the pincer loosened its grip, leaving Gnar panting heavily. The yordle began to tremble and whimper in terror as he wondered just what this beast had in store for him.

It wasn't long before he got his answer. Copious amounts of drool began to run between creature's teeth and down its jaw. This thing was going to kill and eat him, just like the meal before him! Gnar released another cry of distress and began his struggles anew, but they proved just as futile as before. Eventually he tired out again, tears streaming down his face as his fate became clear to him.

Gnar cringed as he awaited the final blow that would end his life... but it didn't come. Instead he found himself being lifted above the creature's open maw. Gnar's eyes grew wide as he stared down into the dark throat below him. He thought he had known terror before, but he was wrong; This was true terror. This monster wasn't going to kill him and chew him to pieces. It was going to swallow him alive and whole. The claw released him and for an instant he felt weightless before gravity pulled him towards the abyssal maw below him. "Gnarrrrr!" he cried out one last time before disappearing behind a prison of teeth.

The base of his tail landed in the back of the throat with a soft squelch. With a quick gulp, his pelvis and waist were sucked into the creature's throat, forcing him to curl in on himself uncomfortably. Gnar was granted one final look at the world he knew, framed by the jagged teeth and pulsing flesh. With another gulp he was consumed by darkness, never to see the light of day again.

Warm slimy flesh surrounded Gnar on all sides, expanding and contracting about his body, working him deeper into the creature's gullet. Saliva quickly dampened his fur, easing his journey down the monster's throat. This did little to ease his discomfort though. With his paws pressed against his head, his head pressed against his feet, and his tail pinned against his side, he felt like his spine might shatter at any moment.

Fortunately (or unfortunately) he didn't have to endure this torment for too long. In only a few swift gulps, he was freed from the vice grip of the throat with a loud slurp. He splashed down into an unknown substance, quickly working his way to his feet, standing waist deep in the pool of vile liquid. The stomach stank with the stench of acid, decay, and otherworldly smells. Gnar tried to cover him sensitive nose with his paws, but they were already drenched in foul smelling fluid. As if the smell wasn't horrifying enough, Gnar could feel large chunks of flesh and bone floating about in the unholy soup he was bathing in. Gnar trembled violently, utterly horrified by the predicament he found himself in. Silently he cried to himself, clutching his tail close for comfort as despair took him.

Unfortunately for Gnar, this was only the beginning of his suffering. Ever since he had landed in that fetid pit of a stomach, vicious acids and digestive enzymes had started eating away at his flesh and fur. It was some time before he noticed, but Gnar eventually felt an itching sensation building along his lower body. Fur was beginning to fall loose from his waist and legs, floating to the surface of the bubbling stew. Gnar panicked, racing to the side of the stomach and attempting to pull himself from the digestive slop, but the stomach walls proved to be too slick to climb. He resorted to banging and clawing desperately at the stomach, hoping to free himself from the hellish gut. Unfortunately his efforts were all in vain. The stomach walls showed no signs of giving into his feeble attacks, being designed to hold prey far more vicious than he.

The itching in his lower body steadily rose to a burning sensation, while his upper body was just beginning to feel the sting of digestion. Worst of all were the cuts he had received earlier. They stung and burned him mercilessly as they provided the digestive juices easy access through his skin. He shuddered and whimpered in pain. There was nothing else he could do; No way he could pierce the stomach walls; No place he could escape caustic stomach acids; All he could do was wait and brace himself for the unspeakable agony he was about to endure.

The fur on his upper body began to fall out, while he was already naked from the waist down. It wasn't long before the first flakes of flesh tore loose from him body and dissolved into the pool of chyme around him. He yelped out in pain as searing agony ran up and down his legs. They trembled violently from shock, losing the strength to hold Gnar up. He collapsed against the stomach wall, keeping his upper body above pool of acid for now.

Gnar took sharp pained breaths as he tried to endure the pain wracking his lower body. Patches of skin peeled from his body, exposing sensetive muscle tissue and escalating his pain to new heights. He couldn't take it anymore; He let out a wailing sob as every one of his senses was consumed by stinging, itching, and burning. After stewing in the acid for a bit longer, a white hot flash of pain exploded from the base of his tail as it separated from his body, now floating around with the other hunks of rotting carcass. That's all Gnar was now, a piece of meat to be dissolved and absorbed to fuel this monster's growth.

A few agonizing minutes passed as the acids ate away at his lower body, tearing the muscle from his bones. It was more painful than he could possibly imagine, and he found himself wishing for the merciful embrace of death. After a few more minutes in this hell, it seemed he would finally get his wish. As his lower body was destroyed, his innards spilled out into the ghastly soup surrounding him. He wouldn't last much longer now. Gnar took painful ragged breaths as his organs failed one by one, succumbing to the caustic environment around them. He could feel his life leaving him, his senses going numb as his nerves were destroyed by the relentless stomach acid. He was finally freed from this nightmare as his spirit departed this world, leaving what remained of his body to float about in the digestive sludge until it was dissolved, bones and all.