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", "writing": "Iggy the Boston Terrier was living the high life. The dog had a rather small nose, a black and white body, a large head, and a big, fat, smug smile as he sauntered on down the sidewalk, humming to himself and strutting along. This unusual pooch was the top dog around town, and all because of his special ability. For Iggy...had a \"Stand\", a manifestation of one’s potential in a kind of psychic form that took on the figure of anything from a psychotic plant to a merman- esque monster to a burning, blazing sun, and for Iggy, he had a very special Stand, known to him instinctively as \"The Fool\"!\n\n\nIt was made entirely of sand, and could sweep up out of basically thin air, and Iggy used it to beat the crap out of anybody that pissed him off or tried to stick him inside of a cage or catch him in a net. No dogcatcher could hope to match him. The best fighting dogs on the street didn't stand a chance! Not one wild cat, not even the occasional coyote or the like that snuck about the streets could stand up to Iggy, and he lived only for himself.\n\n\nAt the thought of what he wanted to do today, the Boston Terrer suddenly moaned, and clutched at his belly a bit. GUUURRGGGLLLGGG. Ohhh, he was hungry. He hadn't eaten in ages, he could really use a nice snack. He glanced about, sniffing at the air. Maybe there was a nice restaurant nearby that he could steal some food from using \"The Fool\". He often manifested it in front of idiots who were loading up their diners or their trucks with food that had to be prepared, and he could make off with entire steaks or delicious salmon or the like.\n\n\nBut today, something else tickled his nostrils. An unusual, exotic smell he had never, ever smelled before. His dark eyes went wide and he licked his lips. That smell was so lovely, so exquisite and so unique! He had to follow it, he ahd to see where it went! His hunger was so great, he tore down the sidewalk, barreling into an alleway not far away, following that delightful, unusual new smell.\n\n\nAnd there he saw it. It was some kind of odd creature he had never seen before, a creature that had never been seen in the city, nay, the world! It was slate gray, fox-like mammal with red and black accents on its paws, triangular ears, a tuft of fur atop its head, tipped with red like its paws. It had bluish, bright eyes, red marking atop the eyes like little eyebrows, and it had a short muzzle and small little fangs as it tried to tear open what was clearly a bag of leftover McDonalds in the hopes of getting hold of whatever laid inside. It's short and bushy tail eagerly swept back and forth as the creature cringed and tugged, tugged, tugged, speaking in an odd dialect Iggy had never heard. \"Zoooorrruuuuaaaa!\" It moaned aloud. \"ZOR! U! A!\"\n\n\nIt tugged and tugged with its mouth, finally ripping open the bag as a single tiny, used-up batch of french fries fell out. All that was left were the bits. Not that this \"Zorua\" minded. It happily squealed and began to eagerly stuff the tiny french fry bits into its face as Iggy licked his lips. This creature had that fine, unusual scent coming from it. It'd be perfect for a good snack, the thing was quite small. Not even bigger than a mouse.\n\n\n\"Well, well. Whadda we got here?\" Iggy said in his thick-accented voice. The Zorua glanced up, eyes widening, and then growled. It hopped up and down on its little paws, hissing a bit before it let loose a series of loud barks in the Boston Terrier's direction. \"Heh. The weaker they are, the louder they bark.\" Iggy sneered at the thing.\n\n\n\"RAHR! RAHR!\" The Zorua snapped.\n\n\n\"You're gonna hafta speak up. Can't udnerstand a word you're saying, pipsqueak.\" Iggy snorted as he waved a dismissive paw in the air. \"What even are you, anyway? Ain't seen grey foxes around here. It's weird.\"\n\n\"Zorua!\" The creature snapped, as it promptly leapt at Iggy. Iggy smirked a bit and then closed his eyes before suddenly flaring them open.\n\n\nKRA-SCHROOOOM! Suddenly the poor Zorua was banged right into the ground below, howling in pain. He was being held down by some enormous, monstrous thing, the likes of which Zorua had never seen before! A mechanical, quadruped creature had him pinned beneath one of its paws, its lower body like a car chassis, with thick wheels for hind legs, and the head and face it had made up of a sort of growling-face tribal mask, with nine feathers jutting out from it. This was ‘The Fool’, and Iggy evilly smirked down at the Zorua.\n\n\n\"Like I said, tiny...the weaker they are, the louder...\"\n\n\nHe poked Zorua in the muzzle. POKE.\n\n\n\"They!\"\n\nPOKE.\n\n\n\"Bark.\"\n\n\nPOKE.\n\n\nZorua squirmed uselessly and flailed about with its little arms. Clearly it was trying to get free, squeaking in terror, bright blue eyes bulging and filled with horror as Iggy slowly licked over his lips. \"Ooh, I wonder what you taste like.\" Iggy told the thing as he slurped over the thing with his tongue, the Zorua cringing in disgust as Iggy grinned eagerly. \"Mmmm. Husky, but exotic. Very nice.\" He remarked, using his Stand \"The Fool\" to lift the poor little fox-like creature up, over his mouth. \"Past the teeth and over the gums, look how stomach, here you come!\" Iggy proclaimed.\n\n\nZorua shook its head rapidly back and forth before down, down he went, right into Iggy's open jaws, as the dog's maw snapped shut on him! GROMPGH. He swished the poor little Zorua about in his maw, tasting more of his unusually exotic and husky flavor, a nice spicy aftertaste dancing about on his tongue as he kept savoring the helpless creature. Then he finally swallowed with a big, loud GLLLRRRUUUGGPPP.\n\n\nThe Zorua made a tiny bulge that Iggy felt over with a paw, sinking down, down the pulsating esophogus. It throbbed and quaked all about Zorua as the poor fox-like creature squealed in terror, flailing about, sinking into the fleshy, ring-like opening of the Boston Terrier's belly! The stomach's muscular contractions squeezed and kneaded over the helpless Zorua, as stomach acids sloughed and flopped all about him, the stomach's stench overpowering, nasty and noxious!\n\n\n\"Mmmm. DELICIOUS.\" Iggy moaned, letting loose a belch as he felt his prey squirming about. The Zorua smacked and kicked and struck against the walls in vain, even more stomach acids pooling down from the walls, the poor fox-like Pokemon squealing and shrieking in terror, his frame being kneaded over more and more. Soft, slimy, disgusting stomach flesh kept working over the zorua, churning over the small thing's frame, massaging its body as stomach acids rose higher and higher and higher...\n\n\nAbout an hour later, the poor Zorua was completely churned over. He'd been utterly digested away, the stomach acids working the thing down into nothing but layers of fat on Iggy's frame. The Boston Terrier evilly grinned and held his rump up, panting heavily as he finally let loose a a loud, racuous, rotten fart. PPPHHRRRRBBBBBTTTTTTT!\n\n\n\"Ohhh yeaaaah...\" Iggy moaned happily. \"Ohhh, that feels gooooood!\" He proclaimed as another foul, rotten FRRRRRBBBBHHHTTTT of a fart erupted from his ass, Iggy's tongue lolling out of his mouth, the dog continuing to mark the poor Zorua's passing with contemptous farts.\n\n\nOne last, final, enormous THHHPPPRRFFFFFBBBTTTTT shot out of his ass, a final blast of faintly whitish/grey gas flopping from Iggy's pucker as he smirked, sauntering off back to the sidewalk, looking smug and satisfied. Come that night, Iggy wouldn't even remember the zorua, who would just be a waft of gas lingering in the air, nothing but lingering farts that woudl dissolve in the wind in a few minutes. Nobody would ever know the zorua's fate. Though Iggy would inwardly hope he found more tasty, unusual meals like he'd enjoyed that day...", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Iggy the Boston Terrier was living the high life. The dog had a rather small nose, a black and white body, a large head, and a big, fat, smug smile as he sauntered on down the sidewalk, humming to himself and strutting along. This unusual pooch was the top dog around town, and all because of his special ability. For Iggy...had a "Stand", a manifestation of one’s potential in a kind of psychic form that took on the figure of anything from a psychotic plant to a merman- esque monster to a burning, blazing sun, and for Iggy, he had a very special Stand, known to him instinctively as "The Fool"!


It was made entirely of sand, and could sweep up out of basically thin air, and Iggy used it to beat the crap out of anybody that pissed him off or tried to stick him inside of a cage or catch him in a net. No dogcatcher could hope to match him. The best fighting dogs on the street didn't stand a chance! Not one wild cat, not even the occasional coyote or the like that snuck about the streets could stand up to Iggy, and he lived only for himself.


At the thought of what he wanted to do today, the Boston Terrer suddenly moaned, and clutched at his belly a bit. GUUURRGGGLLLGGG. Ohhh, he was hungry. He hadn't eaten in ages, he could really use a nice snack. He glanced about, sniffing at the air. Maybe there was a nice restaurant nearby that he could steal some food from using "The Fool". He often manifested it in front of idiots who were loading up their diners or their trucks with food that had to be prepared, and he could make off with entire steaks or delicious salmon or the like.


But today, something else tickled his nostrils. An unusual, exotic smell he had never, ever smelled before. His dark eyes went wide and he licked his lips. That smell was so lovely, so exquisite and so unique! He had to follow it, he ahd to see where it went! His hunger was so great, he tore down the sidewalk, barreling into an alleway not far away, following that delightful, unusual new smell.


And there he saw it. It was some kind of odd creature he had never seen before, a creature that had never been seen in the city, nay, the world! It was slate gray, fox-like mammal with red and black accents on its paws, triangular ears, a tuft of fur atop its head, tipped with red like its paws. It had bluish, bright eyes, red marking atop the eyes like little eyebrows, and it had a short muzzle and small little fangs as it tried to tear open what was clearly a bag of leftover McDonalds in the hopes of getting hold of whatever laid inside. It's short and bushy tail eagerly swept back and forth as the creature cringed and tugged, tugged, tugged, speaking in an odd dialect Iggy had never heard. "Zoooorrruuuuaaaa!" It moaned aloud. "ZOR! U! A!"


It tugged and tugged with its mouth, finally ripping open the bag as a single tiny, used-up batch of french fries fell out. All that was left were the bits. Not that this "Zorua" minded. It happily squealed and began to eagerly stuff the tiny french fry bits into its face as Iggy licked his lips. This creature had that fine, unusual scent coming from it. It'd be perfect for a good snack, the thing was quite small. Not even bigger than a mouse.


"Well, well. Whadda we got here?" Iggy said in his thick-accented voice. The Zorua glanced up, eyes widening, and then growled. It hopped up and down on its little paws, hissing a bit before it let loose a series of loud barks in the Boston Terrier's direction. "Heh. The weaker they are, the louder they bark." Iggy sneered at the thing.


"RAHR! RAHR!" The Zorua snapped.


"You're gonna hafta speak up. Can't udnerstand a word you're saying, pipsqueak." Iggy snorted as he waved a dismissive paw in the air. "What even are you, anyway? Ain't seen grey foxes around here. It's weird."

"Zorua!" The creature snapped, as it promptly leapt at Iggy. Iggy smirked a bit and then closed his eyes before suddenly flaring them open.


KRA-SCHROOOOM! Suddenly the poor Zorua was banged right into the ground below, howling in pain. He was being held down by some enormous, monstrous thing, the likes of which Zorua had never seen before! A mechanical, quadruped creature had him pinned beneath one of its paws, its lower body like a car chassis, with thick wheels for hind legs, and the head and face it had made up of a sort of growling-face tribal mask, with nine feathers jutting out from it. This was ‘The Fool’, and Iggy evilly smirked down at the Zorua.


"Like I said, tiny...the weaker they are, the louder..."


He poked Zorua in the muzzle. POKE.


"They!"

POKE.


"Bark."


POKE.


Zorua squirmed uselessly and flailed about with its little arms. Clearly it was trying to get free, squeaking in terror, bright blue eyes bulging and filled with horror as Iggy slowly licked over his lips. "Ooh, I wonder what you taste like." Iggy told the thing as he slurped over the thing with his tongue, the Zorua cringing in disgust as Iggy grinned eagerly. "Mmmm. Husky, but exotic. Very nice." He remarked, using his Stand "The Fool" to lift the poor little fox-like creature up, over his mouth. "Past the teeth and over the gums, look how stomach, here you come!" Iggy proclaimed.


Zorua shook its head rapidly back and forth before down, down he went, right into Iggy's open jaws, as the dog's maw snapped shut on him! GROMPGH. He swished the poor little Zorua about in his maw, tasting more of his unusually exotic and husky flavor, a nice spicy aftertaste dancing about on his tongue as he kept savoring the helpless creature. Then he finally swallowed with a big, loud GLLLRRRUUUGGPPP.


The Zorua made a tiny bulge that Iggy felt over with a paw, sinking down, down the pulsating esophogus. It throbbed and quaked all about Zorua as the poor fox-like creature squealed in terror, flailing about, sinking into the fleshy, ring-like opening of the Boston Terrier's belly! The stomach's muscular contractions squeezed and kneaded over the helpless Zorua, as stomach acids sloughed and flopped all about him, the stomach's stench overpowering, nasty and noxious!


"Mmmm. DELICIOUS." Iggy moaned, letting loose a belch as he felt his prey squirming about. The Zorua smacked and kicked and struck against the walls in vain, even more stomach acids pooling down from the walls, the poor fox-like Pokemon squealing and shrieking in terror, his frame being kneaded over more and more. Soft, slimy, disgusting stomach flesh kept working over the zorua, churning over the small thing's frame, massaging its body as stomach acids rose higher and higher and higher...


About an hour later, the poor Zorua was completely churned over. He'd been utterly digested away, the stomach acids working the thing down into nothing but layers of fat on Iggy's frame. The Boston Terrier evilly grinned and held his rump up, panting heavily as he finally let loose a a loud, racuous, rotten fart. PPPHHRRRRBBBBBTTTTTTT!


"Ohhh yeaaaah..." Iggy moaned happily. "Ohhh, that feels gooooood!" He proclaimed as another foul, rotten FRRRRRBBBBHHHTTTT of a fart erupted from his ass, Iggy's tongue lolling out of his mouth, the dog continuing to mark the poor Zorua's passing with contemptous farts.


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