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Word Count: 3400
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The Dark World was a difficult place to find employment, unless you were willing to work at a fantastical and often impractical location, such as a castle, or a massive mansion.
Neptune the blue bird had gotten his job at the latter. He’d become a butler (or, really, more of a janitor) at Queen’s Mansion, serving her and her guests. However, his manager, Swatch, was disappointed with his efforts most of the time. In Swatch’s reports, he was often described as clumsy, prone to accidents, having broken multiple pieces of pottery and dishware, gaining him much ire from his employer and fellow employees. Other servants had been terminated for doing less… It got to the point where his behavior couldn’t be tolerated.
After a (very short) meeting between Swatch and the Swatchlings, it was decided: Neptune’s employment was to be swiftly ended.
But, with all he’d broken, the damages he’d caused… and, slightly from Swatch’s own desire to carry out a much more harsh, painful punishment…
Neptune was going to get a lot more than a piece of paper informing him of his dismissal.
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“H-hey, l-let go of me! W-where are you taking me, w-what’s going on?” Neptune cried out, trying and failing to resist the muscular pulls of multiple Swatchlings, manhandling and dragging him along the hallways of Queen’s Mansion. He blushed, embarrassed as the other workers watched him being carried off like an intruder. “I-I work here!!”
The Swatchlings didn’t respond; they were creatures of few words. Rather, they smiled, laughed at his expense, shared knowing looks, keeping Neptune in the dark. Any attempts to struggle and squirm were met with beatings - kicks and punches to the gut, his legs being knocked out from under him, fists smacking against the back of his head.
They eventually made it to… a bathroom, located in the lower levels, made not for employees and guests, but for prisoners. It was dirty, dark, few lightbulbs hanging overhead that flickered and cast shadows on the mossy concrete walls. The tile floor was cracked and stained, enough that it was dangerous to step on. “W-why are we down here? I don’t think we’re supposed to clean this—”
One of the Swatchlings wrapped his fingers around the bird’s head feathers and smashed him, beak-first, against the wall. His brain rattled, his vision blurring, beak hanging open as he was further dragged to the last stall in the restroom.
He was tossed in, shoved so he’d hit the ground, landing in front of the stall’s toilet. Before he could look up, a foot fell on his head, wearing a slick leather shoe, perfectly polished, professional, dressy. He was held down by that foot, as a voice spoke…
“Welcome, Neptune. My apologies for the rude method with which you were brought here, but we required your presence quite swiftly. We are calling a meeting… to discuss the termination of your employment contract.”
Neptune recognized the voice; Swatch, his manager. “T-termination? I-I’m sorry, I can do better, I-I’m still adjusting—”
The foot lifted and crashed back down on his head, stomping on him, making him grunt in pain. His head ached, leaving it sore, a pain he could feel in his skull. “Quiet. This is non-negotiable; the decision has been made. We will now begin the termination procedure~”
“T-termination procedure?” The foot was lifted. He tried to stand, only for a Swatchling to kick him in the back of the head, knocking his forehead against the porcelain bowl. As the world spun around him, his body was lifted, hands grasping his butler uniform from behind.
Swatch stood, smirking. “I have waited for this moment for some time~ Such a clumsy, ogreish, ugly, useless employee as you should’ve been disposed of within the first days of your contract. I shall be sure to enjoy this punishment… Let’s begin~”
The Swatchlings grabbed Neptune’s hands, wrenching them behind his back, holding him in place. Swatch spoke, “I have deliberated greatly over what procedure to use for your termination; after considering a variety of factors, I have decided that the toilet is the most fitting method for your disposal~ It seems it would suit you much better than our usual living quarters - a disgusting creature such as you being flushed down the drain feels more than fitting, in my opinion. However, with further consideration, it has occurred to me that simply flushing your body may cause damage to the pipes, and you are certainly not worth the expense of such a thing. So…”
Swatch came closer to Neptune, right up to his face. His constant customer-service smile sickened the blue bird. “I have decided to compact you into a more suitable material for the toilet.” He motioned to his stomach, which was lean, muscular, well-toned. “I do hope you will not compromise the perfection that is my physique… But I believe digesting you will produce the outcome I desire~”
“D-digesting me?” Neptune stared at Swatch’s lithe figure… was he joking?
“Now then, let’s not delay.” Swatch grasped the meal’s head with his dainty gloved fingers, rustling the feathers, getting a good grip… his touch was warm. Neptune couldn’t help but blush as the Darkner came closer… “My, you find this appealing, hm~? What an embarrassment~ I am quite certain that blush will soon fade, however…”
The bird opened his mouth to respond… but Swatch opened his mouth as well. Far, far wider. His lips unhinged, spreading far back on his face, revealing an enormous maw. The prey flinched as hot breath, minty and clean as was to be expected from the butler, hit his face. He stared at the saliva dribbling between the lips, lines of sticky drool. Swatch’s tongue was laid like carpet, inviting whatever guest was soon to enter the dark, tight throat, to be pulled in, compacted, and disposed of.
The pred moved as though he’d done this before, slowly pulling Neptune’s head toward the mouth… But the gentle, smooth movement was little more than a facade. He and the Swatchlings had other plans for the disgraced janitor.
A hand was pressed against Neptune’s head; he briefly felt fingers digging into his feathers, gripping them hard, as though it would tear a handful of the blue things right off of the bird’s scalp. But their intention was to do more than take a few feathers. The Swatchling shoved him into the mouth, cramming his head into the wet maw, his vision and hearing overshadowed as he was gripped by flesh. He felt drool dripping over him, the tongue tickling his chin, his feathers growing damp in the dank cavity. He shivered in disgust, but the hand remained, pressing him still, holding him in…
His beak hung over the throat, the bird surprised at Swatch’s lack of a gag reflex… As the hand pressed him further in. Shoving him down the throat. He felt his body following, his throat and shoulders going toward the maw… there was no way this was real. Swatch was actually trying to eat him!?
He struggled as his head was crammed down the hole, feeling the tight throat squeeze and compress him, flattening his skull in the incredibly tight passageway that made little effort to accommodate the large size of its guest. His struggles were stopped in their tracks, his arms already held back, any other bit he had that could resist soon being held down as well, half a dozen Swatchlings with ridiculously muscular bodies easily holding Neptune in place.
They all worked him in, forcing him through, further and further, like shoving a garbage bag down the chute. He heard the sound of Swatch GLRKing and GULPing him down, felt his neck, his shoulders, his chest, his big belly, all being forced into the throat, sometimes scraped by the beak-like lips, all pressed together to fit into the long, dark, wet passage.
Until finally, only his feet stuck out of the mouth, and those, too, were swallowed with little resistance. Swatch gulped Neptune away, letting out a relieved exhale. “I must admit, it is pleasurable to use my mouth in such a fashion. But I anticipate the next part shall be much more exhilarating~”
Neptune’s body crept through the digestive system, feeling claustrophobic for the first time in his life, the muffled sounds of the outside world, the constant beating heart of Swatch, the pulsing, damp flesh, all revolting him. But none of it held a candle to the tight squeeze, his body parts already bending in ways they shouldn’t have just to fit. A few cracks and cricks could already be heard…
But the stomach was going to be a whole lot more painful.
Neptune was squeezed out of a small hole, into the tightened, efficient stomach of Swatch. He couldn’t see a thing, but he could smell the stomach acids, the horrid scent of rotting, half-digested meals. He could also hear the bubbling, the gurgling, the sloshing…
But it only became real when his face was dunked into it.
The acid was beyond boiling hot, immense, overwhelming pain immediately filling the bird, enough to make him scream. His facial features began to melt in moments as the rest of his body was pressed into the small container. It was not made to fit a meal his size, and it was definitely not about to conform to his body shape, or give him any room for comfort. Neptune necessarily stretched the stomach out, but only enough to fit his body in, his limbs curling in on each other, compressed into a ball-like shape, bending out of place, cracking, curving, to fit.
By the force of his body being crammed, his face was lifted from the acid, but even a few seconds being dunked into that stuff left him with the look of a burn victim. His feathers seared, fried, blackened and burned away, his beak softened and cracked, his features mangled to the point of unrecognition…
Instead, now, his back was in the acid, his body made into a ball inside of the spherical stomach, his head pushed between his legs. He could feel his spine creaking, popping out of place. His limbs screamed at him as bones pierced blood vessels and flesh. He couldn’t see it, but he could certainly feel the multiple points where his sharp, cracked, splintered skeleton was piercing his own skin, tearing him apart.
And still, his body was in the acid, loud GURLGLEing filling the tiny space, the sound of his life melting and digesting overwhelming his senses. The space was humid and steamy, the air thick and oppressive. The flesh pulsed and moved, constantly mashing him further together, straining his body parts, widening cracks and forming new ones. Neptune could feel the stomach’s desire to get rid of him, to break him down, to churn him up and dispose of him. He was like a virus or a pest that needed to be gotten rid of. Any bit of space the stomach could take back, it would take, regardless of what the bird lost in the process. After less than a minute in the belly, Neptune was already so broken that, even if he escaped now, he’d be unable to move a single limb. Even his neck was craned and mutilated, to the point where turning his head would’ve potentially shoved his esophagus down on the sharp end of a shattered bone.
Swatch sat on the toilet, his stomach a far cry from its usual sleek and thin aesthetic. His belly bulged with the clear shape of Neptune’s body, bird limbs, feet, even beak all visibly making lumps in the stomach fat. The predator ran his hands along it, feeling those bumps and contours, chuckling to himself. “Such a disgusting creature… It does truly surprise me that you were even considered for a position, much less employed. Had we not been so short on staff, your interview would’ve ended in this exact position, so I could’ve disposed of and flushed you from the mansion as quickly as possible. But, though delayed, at least your death is close at hand~”
The belly rippled, moved, skin pulsing and adjusting as the contents were churned. The gurgling sound was incredibly loud, loud enough that Swatch had to raise his voice high for the bird to hear him past it. It was wet and violent, bubbly, the symphonic melody of the bird being melted down into flushable waste, burned away. The sounds of the bones crunching and cracking was much louder, like sticks being snapped in the woods, though more vivid. The pred licked his lips, watching his belly carefully getting smaller and smaller, bit by bit… “Take your time, birdbrain. I am in no rush to bring you to your demise. I shall enjoy the sensation as long as it carries on~”
Neptune’s body went through stages as the digestion went on. The bone breaking was intensely, overwhelmingly painful, each part of his body aching and screaming in agony as it was mutilated. However, that pain was disappearing in places, taken over by a numbness, pinpricks, like they’d fallen asleep… Which was even more terrifying than the pain itself. Neptune was putting it together. He really was melting down. Preceding that numbness was a searing, burning pain, which he’d associate with putting his hands on a stovetop with the heat turned all the way up. He could hear his own skin sizzling, his feathers blackening and melting off, the acid biting into his skin and wearing it away to get at his flesh and break it down as well.
The pool of stomach acid at the bottom was steadily rising, and Neptune was steadily sinking. Whatever part of his body was in the acid burned away far faster, to the point where his spine was exposed, the nerves being tortured by the digestive acids directly. He lost the ability to scream at some point, either from him losing his voice or his body being gored. All he could do was sit and anticipate his demise, most thoughts deleted by the pain flooding his system and drowning his mind.
And, while Neptune went through the worst experience of his life, Swatch leaned back and relaxed… Waiting for it to be over, to feel the pressure that would lead to him relieving his body of the disgusting bird~
Neptune tried, a few times, to move his limbs, his hands, his fingers, but he got no response. Like he was flicking a light switch and the bulb was burnt out. He didn’t know if he still had those limbs or not. His hands had gone into the acid at some point, probably… he couldn’t see, but he could guess. His fingers had likely melted off, his hands reduced to stubs. His legs should’ve been far from the acid pool, but digestive fluid lined the flesh, dripping down, carving away his toes and feet.
He was at the edge of unconciousness, constantly moments away from fading, and he wished it would finally happen. But anytime he felt the relief and mercy of death gripping him, it was staved off by a sudden spark of new pain that kept him fully awake and active. His adrenaline worked against him. His body acted as though there was still some hope of escape or further living, but that was clearly not the case. He was doomed. He wanted to die, but the world would not let him, forcing him to suffer for no reason other than that he’d been a poor employee.
But eventually…
When there was barely anything left of him, when he’d been reduced to a pile of waste within the gut, uncreognizeable, mangled flesh, all identity lost and burned off… He finally died.
And the rest of his body was easily digested. The process had taken multiple hours, long, painful hours, which Neptune lived through the grand majority of. And now, what Swatch has been eagerly awaiting the entire time…
His stomach was still chubbier than usual, still carrying a great weight, but with no defined shape or contour. Neptune was gone, nothing but fat and shit left over. Swatch had hardly even absorbed nutrients from it - his own digestive system recognized the uselessness of the meal, to the point where it was better off turning it all to shit rather than trying to get any nutrition from it.
Swatch pulled his pants off and sat back on the toilet, his belly rumbling, feeling the pressure he’d awaited. “Finally, we’ve reached the conclusion. Let us finally say goodbye to the idiotic, ugly, clumsy fool who has done nothing but make a mess since the moment he started here. I shall be doing the Dark World a great service by adding you to the septic tank~”
The process of dumping Neptune’s digested body was still slow for a bathroom visit, but much faster than his digestion. Swatch enjoyed the sensation of shitting out the bird-remains, his stomach shrinking back to its natural size as he emptied his gut. He filled the toilet bowl, its contents rising high, similarly to how he’d filled his stomach. It was probably more than the toilet should’ve been able to handle, but…
Swatch wiped his ass clean, casually dropping the toilet paper on top of the shit-pile, and stood to admire his work.
The mess of slimy brown shit carried the clear signs of having once been Neptune within it, to the point where someone seeing a picture of the toilet’s current state may be able to identify that it had once been that particular blue bird.
The scat was littered with bones, shattered and splintered, cracked in some places and partially melted in others. They were scattered throughout, showing the agony Neptune must’ve gone through for his skeletal system to end up this brutally disfigured. The scat was also full of tons of blue feathers, many of them being blackened, burned, and ruffled, some bent and sliced.
His butler uniform, which had been quickly torn apart in the acids, showed itself as well, a few scraps of black and white cloth scattered throughout the toilet-bowl-full. Also visible were a few keys and a burned wallet, belonging to Neptune… Though Swatch had no care to fish it out. Best to just let all the identifying info go down with the rest of the shit.
And, buried near the top of the pile, adorning the mess, was the skull. A bird skull, with fractures clearly within it, bends and dents, bruises and soft spots. The beak was attached to it, noticeably curled forward, almost sealed shut by the stomach acids, as well as cracked and splintered.
“Hah, what a sad sight… Is what I would say, were there anyone who cared to mourn your loss.” Swatch grabbed the toilet’s chain. “Now, for your last task as an employee of this manor… please, try not to clog the pipes~”
CLUNK! FLRSHHHHH~!
He pulled the chain down, and watched with satisfaction as the shit-pile, the remains of Neptune, swirled… all easily being flushed down the drain. All remaining signs and identifiers of the bird, flushed off to the septic tank, to be buried in more scat, and summarily forgotten about.
He didn’t even leave a streak on the porcelain. Not even a clog. Only a few final bubbles and glugs rising from the dark drain.
And with that, Neptune completed his role as toilet fodder.
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They both laughed. “That should be the least of your worries, pussy~ You oughta learn a lesson about how you speak to my wife~” He let go of the head and stomped him back into the toilet, the elephant casually flushing, drowning him in toilet water, while the bear pinned him down, shoved his beak into the tight porcelain hole…
And grabbed one of his arms, tilting it up. “Consider this a little punishment for being so impolite~” He pulled the arm forward, in the wrong direction, bent it at the shoulder, until—
CRRRIIIIIICCKKKKK
“MMMMMPPPHHHH!” FLRSHHHHH!! Neptune’s cries of pain were drowned out by the flushing toilet water, his head going halfway into the drain with another good STAMP, as his arm fell limply against his back.
“Oh, poor baby~ Don’t like having your bones broke~?” The elephant taunted, picking up Neptune’s phone. “Pull him out, honey~”
Neptune’s head was seriously halfway down the toilet, stuck so deep his skull was being crushed by the tight hole. As the bear’s foot was taken off, the bird tried to pull himself out, but he couldn’t. “Hah! Look at him, head stuck in the toilet~ What a dumbass.” The bear grabbed him by his head feathers and yanked him out, the bird taking a deep breath of fresh air, having thought he was gonna drown in there.
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