Warning: This chapter will involve scenes of oral vore and graphic digestion. If this is not your thing then stop reading now. You have been warned!

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Guardians of Alicrest: Side Chapter 4: It's a Fox Eat Fox World

"You?!" Ixania exclaimed as the figure came into view, revealing the Sawsbuck how had just disappeared a moment ago "What's going on? I heard you scream." Ixania questioned the Sawsbuck.

The Sawsbuck smirked at him before a dark cloud enveloped the Sawsbuck.

"You poor, clueless fool. And I though Ninetales were supposed to be smart." a voice mocked him from the cloud.

The cloud dispersed revealing a bipedal fox with black and red fur.

"A Zoroark" Ixania murmured.

"You can call me Akuma." the Zoroark introduced himself.

"What is the meaning of this?! What have you done with the others?!" Ixania demanded.

"I'm afraid your Sawsbuck friend is long gone. The Cinccino is safe for the time being, but she won't be for much longer. And neither will you." Akuma replied.

"What?!" Ixania exclaimed.

"You see it's a little troublesome to steal someone's identity while they're still alive. It can be done, but that introduces certain... complications. It's just so much easier if they're dead." Akuma stated.

"Just try it!" Ixania challenged him, raising his tails to attention.

"Oh I intend to." Akuma replied.

Ixania tilted his head back for a moment before spewing a jet of flames forward. Akuma narrowly dodged to the side. A dark cloud enveloped him for a moment and he emerged in the form of a Cinccino.

Akuma chuckled at Ixania "You'll have to be faster than that." he said before disappearing into the blizzard.

Ixania bared his fangs and stood alert. Curse Akuma! Normally his black fur would stand out of the blizzard like a sore thumb, but his Cinccino illusion hid him from sight. On top of that, his dark type made it impossible to sense him psychically. He caught movement in the corner of his left eye. He quickly turned and shot a ball of fire at the Cinccino, but the fireball passed right through it. Ixania heard another evil laugh before a sharp pain shot through his right flank. He winced and turned to inspect the damage. Blood was seeping from a claw mark on his right flank. It hurt, but he'd survived much worse.

He saw several forms shifting around in the blizzard. Ixania tried his best to spot Akuma, but all the illusions looked the same. Suddenly a Dark Pulse shot from the blizzard and struck him in the side, causing Ixania to cry out and nearly collapse. Another evil laugh emanated from the blizzard, mocking him. Things were not looking good, if he couldn't find a way to turn the tables soon, he'd be done for. He didn't have much choice, he had to use his final resort. His entire form began to glow as heat radiated from his body. Steam rose up around him as the heat melted the nearby snow. Suddenly an enormous blast of heat energy discharged all around Ixania, instantly vaporizing all the snow in the area.

Ixania panted heavily, inspecting his surroundings. All the illusions had been wiped out and for a moment there was silence. Then a growl came from behind him and he turned to see Akuma standing in his true form, smoke rising from his singed fur.

"That really hurt you know!" Akuma growled with a crazed look in his eye "You're going to pay for that!"

Akuma shot forward, rushing Ixania head on. Ixania opened his mouth to shoot another jet of flames, but all that came out were a few pathetic embers. He had overexerted himself with that last attack and now he had no energy left to defend himself. He saw Akuma's claw swing at his face and then darkness...

******

Ixania's eyes slowly fluttered open. He looked around to take in his surroundings. The natural stone wallsand frigid air told him that he was still in the northern mountains. This was likely a cave used to seek refuge from the harsh weather outside. One more thing caught his attention. There was an odd scent in the air that tickled his nose. It smelled of pollen and herbs, but he couldn't quite put his paw on it.

"Well, look who's finally awake." Akuma's voice greeted him.

Ixania immediately tried to get to his feet, but his body felt heavy and refused to respond to his commands.

"I wouldn't bother trying to move, I've given you a healthy dose of Stun Spore to prevent another outburst like earlier." Akuma said "I know what you're thinking. 'Why am I still alive? I though he was going to kill me.' Well I still intend to kill you, but first I have something special planned for you." Akuma said with a wicked grin.

Akuma disappeared out of sight for a few moments. Ixania heard desperate struggles and shouts of protest. After a few more moments Akuma came back into view, carrying a struggling Cinccino. Ixania was barely able to move his lips into a snarl, but the rest of his body still refused to move.

"You've always been so sickeningly noble." Akuma said with disgust "So before I kill you, I'm going to take something precious from you... Your pride." Akuma let that sink in for a moment "You see, I'm going to eat your little friend here and there's nothing you can do to stop me."

Both Ixania's and the Cinccino's eyes went wide when Akuma said that. The Cinccino redoubled her efforts to escape, but it was no use. Akuma held her out so she was facing Ixania. He opened his mouth wide and began to pull her back towards his maw. Soon the Cincinno's foot brushed against his tongue.

"Help!" she cried out to the paralyzed fox in front of her.

Akuma closed his maw around her body, allowing her head to protrude from his lips. It felt disgusting to have his warm moist tongue explore her body as saliva seeped from the roof of his mouth, soaking her luxurious fur. She continued to whimper and moan in protest as Akuma savored her flavor. Her fur was so pristine, the flavor was amazing, not even the slightest hint of dirt or grime; Just the taste of 100% pure Cinccino flesh. Akuma opened his mouth again and used his tongue to pull the Cinccino back towards his throat. The Cinccino felt something grip her feet and pull her even further into the Zoroark's maw.

"Please, stop!" she begged.

Akuma began to swallow, pulling the Cinccino's waist into his esophagus. The Cinccino's world became framed by teeth and slimy, drooling flesh. She reached out with her paw in one last desperate act, hoping that someone would grab it and pull her from this nightmare. Ixania saw the paw, and the look of absolute desperation on the Cinccino's face. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and save her, but no matter how strong his will, his body would not move. He could only watch as Akuma took another gulp. Tears formed in the Cinccino's eyes as she was yanked back. Her entire body was now sitting in the Zoroark's throat, save for her head and that one desperate paw. Akuma swallowed again and Ixania watched as the Cinccino's head disappeared into Akuma's gullet. Akuma closed his mouth, the lump bulging in his neck the only remaining sign of the Cinccino. Akuma took a few more large gulps, pulling the bulge down his neck and into his body.

Tear's formed in Ixania's eyes as he watched the Cinccino disappear into Akuma's body. "I'm sorry" his mind said, but his lips couldn't form the words.

"Well I hope you enjoyed that little preview of your fate. I'll see you at dinner time." Akuma said before walking off, leaving Ixania to wallow in self pity.

Warm flesh massaged the Cinccino from all sides, peristalsis pulling her ever deeper into Akuma's body. Soon her feet pushed through an extra tight ring of flesh. The rest of her body was quick to follow, sliding into a tight chamber with a sickening squelch. The stench of acid burned her nose, letting her know that she had finally reached the stomach. She curled up and shuddered in fear, knowing this would be her final resting place.

The stomach gurgled and groaned around her, preparing to digest its new meal. Gastric acid seeped from the stomach walls, mixing with the saliva coating the Cinccino's body and slowly permeating her fur. It was a few minutes before the Cinccino began to feel the effects of the stomach's digestive juices. Her skin began to tingle as the digestive enzymes worked to break down her flesh. It wasn't long before her fur began to fall from its follicles, forming a pool of slowly dissolving hair around her. Despite her dire situation, she couldn't help but mourn the loss of her precious coat. She had always worked so hard to keep it tidy and clean. Unfortunately that was all meaningless now. None of her hard work would save her pristine fur from being reduced to a pile of corroded mush. Tears ran down her face as she wept for her lost coat.

As time went on though, her mind became less focused on the emotional loss and more focused on the physical loss she was about to endure. The tingling from earlier had progressed to an uncomfortable itching sensation. What little protection her thick coat had afforded her was gone now, leaving her bare flesh exposed to the caustic juices attacking her. The stomach walls began to churn around her, rubbing against her raw flesh and grinding acid into her skin. Her skin began to burn from the treatment it was receiving, spreading red hot pain all over her body.

Her skin began to break away in small patches, allowing blood to ooze from her body and exposing her muscles to the viscous assault of the stomach. The real agony was beginning now as each piece of flesh that was eaten away sent fresh jolts of pain through her body. The Cinccino cried out as the stomach tore her body apart. The pain was unbearable. She instinctively thrashed about with what little strength she had left, anything to escape the hell she was in. Her muscles were now receiving the same treatment her skin once had. The digestive acids worked to weaken and dissolve the tissue while the stomach walls actively tried to tear the muscles apart.

The Cinccino's struggles died down as her muscle tissue was reduced to chyme. She could no longer move, she could only lie there and take ragged, agonizing breaths as every remaining nerve in her body cried out in pain. She could feel her heart beating frantically, desperately clinging to life, unaware of how utterly futile its efforts were. Nothing could save her now, her once beautiful body now reduced to a grotesque sludge. The end was close now, she could tell. The acid had begun to attack her internal organs and her body was shutting down. He senses began to fail, finally freeing her from the horrible pain that wracked her body. She focused on her fading heartbeat as her mind slowly drifted into oblivion.

******

It had been hours and Ixania still couldn't move. Just how much Stun Spore had Akuma given him. There was no saving the Cinccino at this point, he was certain that she was dead by now. But if could he could just move, he could at least avenge her. It burned him up to feel so helpless, to see his friend eaten right in front of his eyes and not be able to lift a paw to help. He swore if it was the last thing he did, Akuma would pay for this treachery. As if on queue, the shadow fox came back into view and approached the paralyzed fire fox.

"I hope you're ready to die, because I'm ready to eat." Akuma said before kneeling down and cupping Ixania's muzzle in his claws "You know, I've wanted to do this ever since I first met you." Akuma said almost affectionately "It's a shame I won't get to see you squirm and beg, but I'm afraid I just can't take that risk.

Indeed, he could see the hatred literally burning in Ixania's eyes. If it weren't for the Stun Spore, he'd probably be a pile of ash right now. Akuma opened his mouth wide, giving Ixania a clear view of his drooling maw. He pulled Ixania's muzzle forward and closed his mouth around the fox's head. Akuma took a moment to appraise Ixania's flavor. It was quite spicy, just as he would expect from a fire type. It made his mouth water for more.

Akuma reached his claws forward to grasp Ixania's sides. He pulled the body forward, shoving Ixania's head to the back of his throat. Slick, pulsing walls consumed Ixania's world as the throat muscles grasped his muzzle and pulled him into that tight tube of flesh. The Ninetales was much larger than the Cinccino from earlier and formed a much more prominent bulge in the Zoroark's throat. It also meant that he was taking much longer to swallow, each gulp slowly pulling his body in, bit by bit.

Akuma managed to reach Ixania's shoulders. His jaws stretched to seemingly impossible proportions to engulf the fox's shoulders and front legs. Ixania found his legs pinned to his sides as he further descended into Akuma's gullet, not that he could have moved them anyway. He knew his body was longer than Akuma's throat, so it wouldn't be long until his head pierced the barrier that lead to that caustic chamber from which there would be no escape.

Akuma continued to pull Ixania's body into his maw, his tongue lapped at the fox's underside. Ixania's fur was also quite well kept, though not as pure as the Cinccino's, it still carried the Ninetales's exotic flavor. Akuma was approaching Ixania's flank now, but he felt resistance as Ixania's head pressed against his stomach's entrance.

Ixania felt his muzzle press against a tight ring of flesh, undoubtedly the sphincter leading to the stomach. His descent halted for a moment as Akuma seemed to hesitate. Then with one large gulp, Ixania's head slid into the putrid stomach chamber. His face was quickly shoved against the back of the stomach as more of his body was accepted into Akuma's gut. The stomach reeked of acid and blood, a stench that made Ixania's nose scrunch in disgust. Things quickly became uncomfortably cramped for the fire fox as the stomach was forced to stretch and expand in order to accommodate its considerable meal.

Akuma didn't even notice the bulge forming in his belly. He was far too lost in the pleasure of consuming the Ninetales. He had finally managed to reach Ixania's flank and he could see the red streaks of blood left by his earlier attack. He made sure to run his tongue over the wound, sampling the taste of his prey's blood. He shivered in delight as the taste of blood danced on his taste-buds, further igniting his predatory instincts.

Ixania cringed as the tongue brushed across his wound, soaking it with saliva. Not only did it sting mercilessly, it was an indication of just how close Akuma was to finishing him. Once again he tried to struggle, willing his body to move even the tiniest bit. But despite his best efforts, his muscles still refused to obey him. Curse that Stun Spore! If by some miracle he survived this, he would have a new-found respect for grass types.

Akuma was starting to swallow the haunches now, forcing Ixania's back legs together as they were pulled into Akuma's ravenous maw. It wasn't long before they too disappeared into the abyss of Akuma's throat. All that remained now were the tails. They would be a challenge. The tails themselves were as long as the rest of Ixania's body combine and consisted mostly of fur, with very little meat to savor. Akuma was not deterred though. He had come this far and he certainly wasn't stopping now.

Akuma continued to swallow, pulling the remainder of Ixania's body down his throat and into his stomach. He then got to work slurping down those bushy tails. Fortunately, the nine of them scrunched together provided enough traction for this throat muscles to pull the appendages down. After a few more powerful gulps the tips of the tails disappeared down his throat and he was finally able close his jaws. With one last swallow he sent the tails down to his stomach, sealing them inside with their master. Akuma let out a contented sigh and took a moment to admire his handiwork. His belly was grotesquely distended, he could even make out some of Ixania's features against the stomach bulge. Akuma wouldn't be going anywhere with a gut that size. He slowly rubbed his claws over his distended belly, basking in how utterly satisfied he felt. There was nothing left to do now except wait for his meal to digest.

Moist flesh crushed Ixania from every side as the stomach was stretched to its limit. He was surprised that Akuma's stomach could even hold him, but here he was packed in a prison of flesh about to be reduced to a pile of chyme and bones. The true hopelessness of his situation was finally starting to sink in. His anger subsided and tears formed in his eyes as he came to terms with the fact that his life was about to end.

A loud gurgle signaled that the stomach was ready to start digesting its meal. Gastric acid oozed from the stomach walls, pooling around Ixania and soaking into his fur. It didn't take long for his skin to tingle as the acid started to dissolve it. The feeling was largely ignorable except for a section on his flank. The exposed wound there left a clear opening for the acid to attack his inner body. Spikes of pain shot through his flank as his nerves protested the caustic intruder. Unfortunately this was only a taste of the agony he was about to experience.

Fur began to fall from his body, settling into the acid around him and slowly dissolving over time. His skin was becoming very sensitive as the digestive enzymes continued to break down his flesh. His entire body itched and burned and there was nothing he could do to soothe the constant irritation. The burning on his flank was particularly intense as the acids worked their way into his wound and attacked him from the inside. He whimpered in pain, not sure how much more of this he could take. And then the true agony began.

The stomach walls suddenly began to churn around him, grinding into his irritated skin and tearing off pieces of weakened flesh. The pain he had felt a moment ago was nothing compared to this. The shock was so sudden that his voice caught in his throat, leaving him utterly silent for a moment. Then a howl of pure agony filled the stomach chambers. Unfathomable pain wracked him mind as flesh was torn from muscle. The vicious acids went after his exposed muscle tissue causing him to twitch and spasm uncontrollably. "Oh sure, now you can move" his conscious mind managed to think through the torrent of pain. He continued to howl and cry in agony, every waking moment a living hell for him.

Slowly his struggles began to weaken as the stomach walls tore apart his muscles. Ixania was reduced to a pile of heaving, bloodied flesh. His mind was void of all rational thought, all he knew was pain and misery. He wouldn't last much longer, he could already feel his senses fading as the acids assaulted his internal organs. Ixania took one final ragged breath as the merciful embrace of death took him.

Akuma was hit with a small tinge of heartburn as Ixania's inner flame was exposed. However it was quickly snuffed out by the gastric acid and churning stomach walls. At this point he knew Ixania was dead. It was a shame that such a wonderful meal had to come to an end. He wanted more, he craved more, and he knew just how he would get it. After some rest and preparation, he would return to the resistance camp pretending to be Ixania. He would claim that his group had been ambushed and captured, and would request a rescue party. He couldn't wait to find out what poor, unsuspecting fools would be assigned to help him.