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First time playing with http://www.furaffinity.net/user/bearsquad and he certainly didn't hold anything back :B
Yes, sometimes I can be submissive too!",
"writing": "Cookie the Wookie: \"Tell ya what, let's break ya in!\" the burr bends over and waggles his butt, spreading his cheeks and revealing his filthy, shit-caked hole \"Come and give it a nice cleaning.\"\n \nOSK: \"I thought you'd never ask!\" The zang chuckles, dropping to his knees behind you and placing a paw on either of your musky cheeks, spreading your shit covered crack open wide and pressing his nose against your feces filled pucker before taking a big sniff~ \"Mmmmph~ let me savor it first~. Who am I lapping up for you~?\" I ask, as I take one last deep breath of pungent shit filled air before slowly dragging my long wet zangoose tongue along your noxious crack, the taste of your filth so pungent I have to struggle to keep my face from scrunching up, and my shaft from bursting out of my boxers.\n \nCookie the Wookie: The burr would groan, letting out a horrid spluttering fart in your face, the stench is so bad it burns your nose quite badly, the bear groaning as his pucker stung a little from that one \"U-Uurhhf.. friend of mine.. dragon! So you'll be munching some scales, hope you don't mind~\" he taunted and giggled\n \nOSK: The zang couldn't help but give a deep groan as well as your noxious gas hits his nose and your sputtering pucker paints his face with flecks of warm brown shit, his eyes already beginning to water at your putrid hole's fetid stench, and the taste of your well processed dragon friend on his tongue~ \"Nnnnnph.. n-not at all, might be rough on my throat but with prey as big as a dragon I'm sure I'll have plenty to eat~.\" you can barely make out my muffled words as I speak into your brown stained cheeks, my tongue lapping up another thick clump of processed dragon dung along with a few scales and slurping it back into my maw with a hungry gulp. \"Want your crack cleaned first or should I wrap my lips around your hole and start on the main course~?\"\n \nCookie the Wookie: He grins and doesn't respond, instead he pushes back hard with his rear to force you onto your back, dropping his huge smelly ass onto your face seconds later, getting comfortable and sighing through his nose, a few foul farts being let out \"Hrrhff.. t-toilet's don't speak.. you're going to eat my filth.. then lick me clean. Once that's done.. you're going to have a nice painful acid bath.. and I'll be wiping what's left of you off my pucker..\" he growled out, filling your mouth with enough putrid gas to kill a small animal, the burr laughing heartily and following it up with thick logs of shit\n \nOSK: A pitiful little yelp of surprise escapes his maw as you push his chubby zangoose body down against the floor, trapping his face between your fetid cheeks and smearing his snowy white fur with noxious brown muck, his own cheeks puffing out as his maw is filled with your powerful gas, and he feels himself growing light headed from the paint peeling stench of your noxious fumes. Still he forces himself to swallow, gulping down your toxic fumes and clearing his maw before your shit-caked asshole slowly parts open wide, a massive brown scale filled log working its way into his hungry maw as his own massive length swells to its full size in front of you. that pulsing member and his deep moans the only hint of his acceptance of your plans for him, not that his acceptance matters much in the long run, either way his tongue would still be gently cupping the underside of your fat log of dragon filth as it slides into his hungry muzzles and down his throat, joining the rest of the filth in my belly to eagerly await the rest of its digested form~ \"N-nnngh...\"\n \nCookie the Wookie: All the big bear does is let out a sigh of relief and a few more farts, grinding and pressing down on your face with his ass, starting to smother you, his own cock twitching and throbbing as he gets comfortable, your snout pressed into his filthy rear \"Ahh.. mmh.. tell you what.. you give me one good reason why I should let you breathe and I'll give you all the air you need to survive..\" He said, a couple tummygroans later chunky slop dribbles out all over your face, staining your fur brown and the stench soaking into your fur, while he stops pumping for a moment to drench your body in urine! gotta mark his territory, after all~\n \nOSK: the chubby zang's little moans fall away as he finds himself desperately gasping for air along with eye watering farts, his paws clawing at the ground on either side of himself as he struggles to get his face free enough to take a breath, but to no avail, and without the ability to breath, he's unable to plead his case! Instead he speaks with his actions, both his paws reaching around your waist to wrap around your throbbing bear cock, pumping up and down along your massive length while aiming your stream of warm pee, covering his chest, stomach, and twitching member with your hot putrid piss, marking every bit of himself as your own. Despite his attempts to please you it appears your belly remains unhappy, sputtering and glorping as viscous brown muck pours out over his face, staining the rest of his pure white fur brown before, still playing in to his plan to please you, he pushes his face up against your filth spewing hole and wrap his lips around your filth pumping shitter, gulping the warm brown muck down before forcing himself to go the extra mile and suck at your shit smeared hole like a straw, hungry for the rest of it's disgusting contents, working your bowels like a toilet plunger~*\n \nCookie the Wookie: The burr groans and decide to reward your eagerness, letting out a few horrid farts which fill your lungs with stench, while burning them intensely it gives you the air you need to survive.. for now. He giggled and bounced a little as he started to clench your head inside of his rear, groaning and wiggling his but \"Oooh gonna be so much fun shitting you out.. gonna show the whole world what's happened to a lil pathetic weakling like you~\" he said with an evil chuckle, dribbling bits of pre. As your head squishes into his rear, you come face to face with a skull, shit filled eye sockets staring into your eyes.\n \nOSK: the drowning zang would desperately gulp up the life giving farts, his face growing less blue and significantly more brown as you begin to bounce up and down again it in excitement, the paws on your shaft freezing in place for a moment and allowing your own bouncing to thrust into them before your cheeks squeeze down hard against either side of his face, sending a wave of pain through him as he can feel your powerful shit-smeared crack threatening to crush his little zangoose skull, your wiggling only serving to smear more of your shit into his fur, lubing his face against your ass the way my paws use your pre as lube, all the while he continue to suck down filth between life giving farts, the last blast of noxious gas ending in your hole spreading wider than even that first thick, hard log the hungry zang had to gag down, and in disbelief he finds himself pulling back enough to look into the eye sockets of the skull starring down at him from your hole, a grim reminder that your bowels are as much a graveyard as a source of food for him. He's soon drawn away from the eyes however as he notices more of your viscous filth working its way out between its jaws, and, desperate to please you, he finds himself frenching the assumedly dragon skull, tonguing his skeletal muzzle as his digested remains are forced out his maw and down the eager zangoose's throat~\n \nCookie the Wookie: The bear stands up, forcing you to stand too with your head in his tailhole, grinning and relaxing his hole.. before dropping down onto his butt, the force of the burr moving down and you staying still RAMS you up his ass, instantly getting dark, humid and smelly. the stench was so bad it's probably lethal, inhaling too much would ruin the fun here! his intestinal muscles start pulling you in deeper, it was too late to quit now. the gears had set into motion and within an hour you'd be melting horrifically in an ursaring stomach, within several a steaming pile of shit left somewhere forgotten by all! even the bear!\n \nOSK: As he's dragged onto his feet by your powerful shit stained cheeks he soon realizes what your plan is, but before he can so much as put up a fight your whole weight drops down against him, and with one loud filthy \"SHLORP\" there was no more zangoose, and only one chubby, satiated bear. The zang's fat shit filled septic tank of a belly no match for your hungry hole as the digested dragon is forced back into his previous grave, this time with a rather distraught Zang to keep him company. his first instinct once swallowed into your bowels is to struggle, and struggle he does, taking deep breaths of the life threatening stench and swallowing thick mouthfuls of your revolting waste in the process, until he finds himself so light headed he can't squirm anymore, and simply relaxs for a moment as oxygen deprivation hits him. Slowly he begins to give into your powerful bowels as he's worked deeper and deeper into your gut, your filthy walls painting almost every bit of his fur a dirty brown, one hand still clutching the dragon's skull weakly as he feels his life beginning to slip away. it seems he's so worthless he can't even make it to a more worthy pred's gut alive without a little help, if he's willing to give it.\n \nCookie the Wookie: The burr sits down and rubs over his stomach with a heavy sigh, cocking out a few farts which give you slightly better air, he wants you to SUFFER once you reach his stomach! He starts pumping his cock rapidly, the slapping sound and the gentle gasps clearly indicating what he's doing, humming and wriggling his stomach \"Oooh.. gettin' close to my stomach boy.. ooh it's gonna be SO dreadful for you! First your fur.. then your skin, then your innards.. and you'll have to experience all that pain.. just to be turned into the very thing you're eating! HAH! Guess when they say you are what you eat it's true..~\"\n \nOSK: The Zangoose would take a deep gasp of the cleaner air, lungs still filling with putrid musk, but this time accompanied by enough oxygen to keep him going. Still, it would be a few moments before his mind clears enough to focus in on your words, catching only the promise of a slow and painful transformation from chubby, shit filled zang to a pile of fur and bone filled waste, a promise he knew the bear could make good on, considering how much thick brown dragon shlop was already coating his fur and filling his gut. Desperately he'd attempt one last plea for mercy, his voice muffled by your gurgling bowels, \"but you promised! I gave you a reason! I've always sucked down every bit of shit you forced down my throat and huffed every fart your pucker sputtered out like the good toilet I am. I even licked your fetid cheeks clean! Why!?\" He'd cry out, at first struggling inside your bowels, kicking and screaming and crying as he's worked deeper and deeper, closer and closer to your stomach, but upon hearing the slapping of your paw against your crotch, and your little gasps of delight with each kick, his struggling would soon turn to another attempt at appeasement, massaging and rubbing over the walls of your shit-caked bowels, grinding his whole chubby body against your innards and pushing out hard against the direction of the slapping, attempting to rub at your shaft through your gut, even as your bowels finally work him up to your gurgling stomach, his head poking into the death trap that is your belly first and receiving a breath full of acidic air which burns the inside of his nostrils and forces out another horrified scream yet louder than the first, knowing that the next few moments would be his last.\n \nCookie the Wookie: He groaned and moaned, rubbing and jiggling his stomach as soon enough you slid into it, the acids only tingled at first but they still didn't feel pleasant, the satisfied bear letting out a few farts and burps as his stomach churns into action, the acids bubbling around you.. soon enough your skin started itching.. then stinging.. eventually it moved up to burning as your skin started to melt and break apart, thankfully the bear's stomach was dark so you couldn't see the horrific sight going on, the bear panting and moaning out while pumping himself faster \"Just because I can.. I'm higher in the food chain little Zang.. and you.. you are my meal.\"\n \nOSK: His screams would slowly turn to a weak blubbering cry as he's unceremoniously dumped into your acid filled gut, at first resigning himself to his fate, he resolves to get off one more time, a paw scraping a clump of putrid dung off of his fur and rubbing it against his shaft as lube, his manhood still rock hard despite the fear coursing through him, his own libido giving away how pleased the more primal parts of his mind are with this turn of events, even while his more logical side continues to push him to kick at your stomach and scream out for mercy. Slowly he works himself up to orgasm while your powerful acids work their way into him, fur falling out in clumps as every inch of his skin slowly turns from tingling, to itching, to burning. The climax his shit covered paw is working to obviously a fool's errand once the pain sets in, and even his primal side turns to panic. He pounds at your powerful walls, he kick at your thick gurgling belly, and he presses his face out against your stomach, forming an outline of his acid damaged maw as he cries out so loud the whole house could hear him, and in the end none of it matters. All he receive for my trouble is a mouthful of burning acid which serves to speed up the process as he finally melts into a thick nutrient and feces filled gunk in your belly, ready to be processed down into his true form and forgotten forever.*\n\nCookie the Wookie: Urrhhghgh.. finally.. he yawned and scratched his belly as you digested horrifically inside of the stomach, the slop that was once you bubbling and sizzling about, the bear's stomach acids so strong it digested most of your bones, save for the skull and bits of fragments. He decided to move onto his back and take a nap while his body processed you into a much better form, grumbling softly and letting out a couple farts before getting comfortable and closing his eyes, burping up a few strands of fur and the smell of blood, fanning it away with a chuckle*\n \nOSK: And sleep peacefully the bear did, his full stomach slowly working over the poor excuse for a pred he'd just slurped up, pushing the blood and shit filled goop into his small intestine where every useful part of the ex-zangoose, namely the nutrition and fat as he wasn't good for much else, was extracted and added to the bear's more magnificent form, adding on a bit of pudge to his hips, rump and belly, while the majority of the deceased zang, the useless parts, are then pushed into the large intestine, and worked over until they resemble his favorite food, and what he truly was at heart. A thick brown bone chip and fur filled load of muck and turds which now rested impatiently in the burr's lower intestine, the chubby prey making quite a large load, sure to fill the belly of any other toilet the burr's shit-smeared pucker might be eager to dump it's load into, or to form a sizable pile somewhere and be forgotten, only a skull left at the tip of a particularly large log serving as any clue as to who the shit pile may have once been~\n \nCookie the Wookie: The burr woke up several hours later and stretched, yawning loudly and cracking out a couple of rancid farts, grinning and rubbing over his rounded tummy \"Mmm. sounds like you're ready to come out, morsel~\" he said with an evil chuckle, standing up and walking over to his throne, his toilet. He plopped his massive butt onto it and grunted, his ring slowly crackling open and forcing out a few thick logs of steaming bear shit, plopping and plunking into the toilet below, huffing and curling his toes while rubbing his pudgier gut, filling the toilet with a couple more rancid farts before sitting up and looking down at you, pissing on the shit caked skull and picking it up, grinning and sticking a finger in one of your hollowed eye sockets \"Ahh.. a much more fitting form for you. Goodbye~.\" he said, flushing the toilet and walking off, putting your skull on a bookshelf, a trophy of sorts, and a reminder of what you were!",
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OSK: "I thought you'd never ask!" The zang chuckles, dropping to his knees behind you and placing a paw on either of your musky cheeks, spreading your shit covered crack open wide and pressing his nose against your feces filled pucker before taking a big sniff~ "Mmmmph~ let me savor it first~. Who am I lapping up for you~?" I ask, as I take one last deep breath of pungent shit filled air before slowly dragging my long wet zangoose tongue along your noxious crack, the taste of your filth so pungent I have to struggle to keep my face from scrunching up, and my shaft from bursting out of my boxers.
Cookie the Wookie: The burr would groan, letting out a horrid spluttering fart in your face, the stench is so bad it burns your nose quite badly, the bear groaning as his pucker stung a little from that one "U-Uurhhf.. friend of mine.. dragon! So you'll be munching some scales, hope you don't mind~" he taunted and giggled
OSK: The zang couldn't help but give a deep groan as well as your noxious gas hits his nose and your sputtering pucker paints his face with flecks of warm brown shit, his eyes already beginning to water at your putrid hole's fetid stench, and the taste of your well processed dragon friend on his tongue~ "Nnnnnph.. n-not at all, might be rough on my throat but with prey as big as a dragon I'm sure I'll have plenty to eat~." you can barely make out my muffled words as I speak into your brown stained cheeks, my tongue lapping up another thick clump of processed dragon dung along with a few scales and slurping it back into my maw with a hungry gulp. "Want your crack cleaned first or should I wrap my lips around your hole and start on the main course~?"
Cookie the Wookie: He grins and doesn't respond, instead he pushes back hard with his rear to force you onto your back, dropping his huge smelly ass onto your face seconds later, getting comfortable and sighing through his nose, a few foul farts being let out "Hrrhff.. t-toilet's don't speak.. you're going to eat my filth.. then lick me clean. Once that's done.. you're going to have a nice painful acid bath.. and I'll be wiping what's left of you off my pucker.." he growled out, filling your mouth with enough putrid gas to kill a small animal, the burr laughing heartily and following it up with thick logs of shit
OSK: A pitiful little yelp of surprise escapes his maw as you push his chubby zangoose body down against the floor, trapping his face between your fetid cheeks and smearing his snowy white fur with noxious brown muck, his own cheeks puffing out as his maw is filled with your powerful gas, and he feels himself growing light headed from the paint peeling stench of your noxious fumes. Still he forces himself to swallow, gulping down your toxic fumes and clearing his maw before your shit-caked asshole slowly parts open wide, a massive brown scale filled log working its way into his hungry maw as his own massive length swells to its full size in front of you. that pulsing member and his deep moans the only hint of his acceptance of your plans for him, not that his acceptance matters much in the long run, either way his tongue would still be gently cupping the underside of your fat log of dragon filth as it slides into his hungry muzzles and down his throat, joining the rest of the filth in my belly to eagerly await the rest of its digested form~ "N-nnngh..."
Cookie the Wookie: All the big bear does is let out a sigh of relief and a few more farts, grinding and pressing down on your face with his ass, starting to smother you, his own cock twitching and throbbing as he gets comfortable, your snout pressed into his filthy rear "Ahh.. mmh.. tell you what.. you give me one good reason why I should let you breathe and I'll give you all the air you need to survive.." He said, a couple tummygroans later chunky slop dribbles out all over your face, staining your fur brown and the stench soaking into your fur, while he stops pumping for a moment to drench your body in urine! gotta mark his territory, after all~
OSK: the chubby zang's little moans fall away as he finds himself desperately gasping for air along with eye watering farts, his paws clawing at the ground on either side of himself as he struggles to get his face free enough to take a breath, but to no avail, and without the ability to breath, he's unable to plead his case! Instead he speaks with his actions, both his paws reaching around your waist to wrap around your throbbing bear cock, pumping up and down along your massive length while aiming your stream of warm pee, covering his chest, stomach, and twitching member with your hot putrid piss, marking every bit of himself as your own. Despite his attempts to please you it appears your belly remains unhappy, sputtering and glorping as viscous brown muck pours out over his face, staining the rest of his pure white fur brown before, still playing in to his plan to please you, he pushes his face up against your filth spewing hole and wrap his lips around your filth pumping shitter, gulping the warm brown muck down before forcing himself to go the extra mile and suck at your shit smeared hole like a straw, hungry for the rest of it's disgusting contents, working your bowels like a toilet plunger~*
Cookie the Wookie: The burr groans and decide to reward your eagerness, letting out a few horrid farts which fill your lungs with stench, while burning them intensely it gives you the air you need to survive.. for now. He giggled and bounced a little as he started to clench your head inside of his rear, groaning and wiggling his but "Oooh gonna be so much fun shitting you out.. gonna show the whole world what's happened to a lil pathetic weakling like you~" he said with an evil chuckle, dribbling bits of pre. As your head squishes into his rear, you come face to face with a skull, shit filled eye sockets staring into your eyes.
OSK: the drowning zang would desperately gulp up the life giving farts, his face growing less blue and significantly more brown as you begin to bounce up and down again it in excitement, the paws on your shaft freezing in place for a moment and allowing your own bouncing to thrust into them before your cheeks squeeze down hard against either side of his face, sending a wave of pain through him as he can feel your powerful shit-smeared crack threatening to crush his little zangoose skull, your wiggling only serving to smear more of your shit into his fur, lubing his face against your ass the way my paws use your pre as lube, all the while he continue to suck down filth between life giving farts, the last blast of noxious gas ending in your hole spreading wider than even that first thick, hard log the hungry zang had to gag down, and in disbelief he finds himself pulling back enough to look into the eye sockets of the skull starring down at him from your hole, a grim reminder that your bowels are as much a graveyard as a source of food for him. He's soon drawn away from the eyes however as he notices more of your viscous filth working its way out between its jaws, and, desperate to please you, he finds himself frenching the assumedly dragon skull, tonguing his skeletal muzzle as his digested remains are forced out his maw and down the eager zangoose's throat~
Cookie the Wookie: The bear stands up, forcing you to stand too with your head in his tailhole, grinning and relaxing his hole.. before dropping down onto his butt, the force of the burr moving down and you staying still RAMS you up his ass, instantly getting dark, humid and smelly. the stench was so bad it's probably lethal, inhaling too much would ruin the fun here! his intestinal muscles start pulling you in deeper, it was too late to quit now. the gears had set into motion and within an hour you'd be melting horrifically in an ursaring stomach, within several a steaming pile of shit left somewhere forgotten by all! even the bear!
OSK: As he's dragged onto his feet by your powerful shit stained cheeks he soon realizes what your plan is, but before he can so much as put up a fight your whole weight drops down against him, and with one loud filthy "SHLORP" there was no more zangoose, and only one chubby, satiated bear. The zang's fat shit filled septic tank of a belly no match for your hungry hole as the digested dragon is forced back into his previous grave, this time with a rather distraught Zang to keep him company. his first instinct once swallowed into your bowels is to struggle, and struggle he does, taking deep breaths of the life threatening stench and swallowing thick mouthfuls of your revolting waste in the process, until he finds himself so light headed he can't squirm anymore, and simply relaxs for a moment as oxygen deprivation hits him. Slowly he begins to give into your powerful bowels as he's worked deeper and deeper into your gut, your filthy walls painting almost every bit of his fur a dirty brown, one hand still clutching the dragon's skull weakly as he feels his life beginning to slip away. it seems he's so worthless he can't even make it to a more worthy pred's gut alive without a little help, if he's willing to give it.
Cookie the Wookie: The burr sits down and rubs over his stomach with a heavy sigh, cocking out a few farts which give you slightly better air, he wants you to SUFFER once you reach his stomach! He starts pumping his cock rapidly, the slapping sound and the gentle gasps clearly indicating what he's doing, humming and wriggling his stomach "Oooh.. gettin' close to my stomach boy.. ooh it's gonna be SO dreadful for you! First your fur.. then your skin, then your innards.. and you'll have to experience all that pain.. just to be turned into the very thing you're eating! HAH! Guess when they say you are what you eat it's true..~"
OSK: The Zangoose would take a deep gasp of the cleaner air, lungs still filling with putrid musk, but this time accompanied by enough oxygen to keep him going. Still, it would be a few moments before his mind clears enough to focus in on your words, catching only the promise of a slow and painful transformation from chubby, shit filled zang to a pile of fur and bone filled waste, a promise he knew the bear could make good on, considering how much thick brown dragon shlop was already coating his fur and filling his gut. Desperately he'd attempt one last plea for mercy, his voice muffled by your gurgling bowels, "but you promised! I gave you a reason! I've always sucked down every bit of shit you forced down my throat and huffed every fart your pucker sputtered out like the good toilet I am. I even licked your fetid cheeks clean! Why!?" He'd cry out, at first struggling inside your bowels, kicking and screaming and crying as he's worked deeper and deeper, closer and closer to your stomach, but upon hearing the slapping of your paw against your crotch, and your little gasps of delight with each kick, his struggling would soon turn to another attempt at appeasement, massaging and rubbing over the walls of your shit-caked bowels, grinding his whole chubby body against your innards and pushing out hard against the direction of the slapping, attempting to rub at your shaft through your gut, even as your bowels finally work him up to your gurgling stomach, his head poking into the death trap that is your belly first and receiving a breath full of acidic air which burns the inside of his nostrils and forces out another horrified scream yet louder than the first, knowing that the next few moments would be his last.
Cookie the Wookie: He groaned and moaned, rubbing and jiggling his stomach as soon enough you slid into it, the acids only tingled at first but they still didn't feel pleasant, the satisfied bear letting out a few farts and burps as his stomach churns into action, the acids bubbling around you.. soon enough your skin started itching.. then stinging.. eventually it moved up to burning as your skin started to melt and break apart, thankfully the bear's stomach was dark so you couldn't see the horrific sight going on, the bear panting and moaning out while pumping himself faster "Just because I can.. I'm higher in the food chain little Zang.. and you.. you are my meal."
OSK: His screams would slowly turn to a weak blubbering cry as he's unceremoniously dumped into your acid filled gut, at first resigning himself to his fate, he resolves to get off one more time, a paw scraping a clump of putrid dung off of his fur and rubbing it against his shaft as lube, his manhood still rock hard despite the fear coursing through him, his own libido giving away how pleased the more primal parts of his mind are with this turn of events, even while his more logical side continues to push him to kick at your stomach and scream out for mercy. Slowly he works himself up to orgasm while your powerful acids work their way into him, fur falling out in clumps as every inch of his skin slowly turns from tingling, to itching, to burning. The climax his shit covered paw is working to obviously a fool's errand once the pain sets in, and even his primal side turns to panic. He pounds at your powerful walls, he kick at your thick gurgling belly, and he presses his face out against your stomach, forming an outline of his acid damaged maw as he cries out so loud the whole house could hear him, and in the end none of it matters. All he receive for my trouble is a mouthful of burning acid which serves to speed up the process as he finally melts into a thick nutrient and feces filled gunk in your belly, ready to be processed down into his true form and forgotten forever.*
Cookie the Wookie: Urrhhghgh.. finally.. he yawned and scratched his belly as you digested horrifically inside of the stomach, the slop that was once you bubbling and sizzling about, the bear's stomach acids so strong it digested most of your bones, save for the skull and bits of fragments. He decided to move onto his back and take a nap while his body processed you into a much better form, grumbling softly and letting out a couple farts before getting comfortable and closing his eyes, burping up a few strands of fur and the smell of blood, fanning it away with a chuckle*
OSK: And sleep peacefully the bear did, his full stomach slowly working over the poor excuse for a pred he'd just slurped up, pushing the blood and shit filled goop into his small intestine where every useful part of the ex-zangoose, namely the nutrition and fat as he wasn't good for much else, was extracted and added to the bear's more magnificent form, adding on a bit of pudge to his hips, rump and belly, while the majority of the deceased zang, the useless parts, are then pushed into the large intestine, and worked over until they resemble his favorite food, and what he truly was at heart. A thick brown bone chip and fur filled load of muck and turds which now rested impatiently in the burr's lower intestine, the chubby prey making quite a large load, sure to fill the belly of any other toilet the burr's shit-smeared pucker might be eager to dump it's load into, or to form a sizable pile somewhere and be forgotten, only a skull left at the tip of a particularly large log serving as any clue as to who the shit pile may have once been~
Cookie the Wookie: The burr woke up several hours later and stretched, yawning loudly and cracking out a couple of rancid farts, grinning and rubbing over his rounded tummy "Mmm. sounds like you're ready to come out, morsel~" he said with an evil chuckle, standing up and walking over to his throne, his toilet. He plopped his massive butt onto it and grunted, his ring slowly crackling open and forcing out a few thick logs of steaming bear shit, plopping and plunking into the toilet below, huffing and curling his toes while rubbing his pudgier gut, filling the toilet with a couple more rancid farts before sitting up and looking down at you, pissing on the shit caked skull and picking it up, grinning and sticking a finger in one of your hollowed eye sockets "Ahh.. a much more fitting form for you. Goodbye~." he said, flushing the toilet and walking off, putting your skull on a bookshelf, a trophy of sorts, and a reminder of what you were!",
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