The salty, wet air of the sea filtered through his headwings as Angel made his way along the coast. Below him, the rocky shores, and sparse treelines made a carpet of many patches, none of them looking particularly pleasant, even from up here. He smirked, however, as he knew just beyond the rise ahead of him, the beaches stopped being full of rocks, and the trees became a lovely sea of green.

He’d found this particular stretch of sand and surf on a fly by of the area many months ago, and now he treated it as his own private beach, one that seemed impossible to get to by boat or on foot. Only the air would allow one to get here, which suited the eighty meter tall AngelPatamon just fine, as he pulled the bundle in his arms closer, and began to circle in for a landing on the sand.

There, below the giant, were two friends, guys who’d been surfing the waves the day before, and come upon this beach after nearly wiping out on the nearby rocks. They’d had the same idea as Angel, and had decided to make this place their own private party place. One, a muscular tiger shark, grinned like an idiot as he rubbed his skin down with a bit more suntan lotion, while the other, a buck deer, just lounged.

The pair were startled when the sky suddenly became overcast, a shadow passing between them and the sun, making them look up in wonder, as a shape started to form in the clear blue sky, and then fell towards them like a meteor. Crying out, they scrambled out of the way as fast as they could, the tail of the shark flopping around, nearly catching on a rock formation as he dove clear, while the buck just huddled down, covering his head with his hands.

The digimon landed heavily, his weight slamming into the beach, and causing a ripple of sand that was almost as fluid as the waves lapping at the beach. The grit ave passed over the beach, and buried the pair at his feet, while he took a step forward, and didn’t even notice the crunch as he stepped right onto their surfboards, crushing the things into splinters under his weight as he began to unload his bundle.

First was his blanket, a large cloth thing that could have held a circus of some size beneath it, that he whipped out, the wind of its passage blowing the sand around, and uncovering the two on the beach below, scattering them even farther, making them cough and choke on the dust in the air. When they recovered, they watched as he laid the blanket down, right on the spot they’d been on, and then drove a huge umbrella into the sand as well, the crunching noise it made telling them their radio and cooler had been smashed as well as their boards.

Angel then set a cooler of his own on the blanket, before hopping down, and landing heavily on his back, sending another quake through the sand, that nearly caused the two guys beneath him to lose their footing once again. They stayed standing, barely, and as it seemed the giant was not going to be moving anytime soon, they walked towards each other, the buck massaging a sore shoulder, while the shark looked ready to bite someone’s head off.

The shark quickly laid out his intention to go complain to the giant about his intrusion on their fun, and more specifically about smashing their stuff. The buck tried to talk him out of it, but he couldn’t do much against the anger his aquatic friend was feeling, and so he followed him towards the giant, who was dozing lightly in the shade of his umbrella, a smile on his face showing off sharp teeth in his mouth.

The pair got to the base of the giant’s feet, where they lay down against the blanket. The shark immediately started shouting at the patamon, yelling as loudly as his voice would allow, and when they failed to do anything at all, he proceeded to bite him on the foot, his teeth digging into the flesh. For his trouble, all he got was a kick, as the leg to which the foot was attached lashed out, sending him flying, so he smacked with a grunt into the basket the giant had brought with him.

The buck rushed to his friend’s side, hoping he wasn’t hurt, and luckily, he wasn’t, just winded a bit, but the moment he was recovered, he stalked back over, even as the buck tried to get him to leave. Instead of starting from the bottom, however, he planned to go to the top, and circled around to where the large headwings of the patamon were laying against the beach, providing a perfect route to his ears.

The shark grabbed the flesh of the wings in both hands, and immediately was forced to regret it, as once again, the patamon twitched, his wings flexing and sending not only the shark, but the buck this time, flying. The pair went up and up for several dozen feet, before they reached the height of their arcs, and then went downwards. The two screamed as they fell, but their voices were lost in the wind, unheard by the giant, who dozed seemingly peacefully.

Landing hard, the buck felt the air in his lungs escape in a powerful wheeze, his body shouting at him about the abuse as he lay there for a moment. Then the ground fell out from under him, as his horns plowed into the weave of the basket, tearing it apart just enough that the piece beneath him opened up, sending him into the darkness inside the basket, and leaving him unable to see anything.

The shark, meanwhile, was sent sailing a bit higher, and thus, he landed a bit closer as his arc wasn’t quite so long. Instead, he landed heavily on a surface that felt soft, but firm, with a warmth beneath it that was unmistakably alive. Rising slowly, he found himself sitting almost dead center on Angel’s chest, which rose and fell gently with his breathing. That suited the shark just fine though, as he slowly got to his feet, and started shouting.

Before he got through even one of his complaints, the hand of the giant came out of the sky like a hawk, with fingers twice as tall as the shark was, and it slammed into him hard enough that he almost felt bones break, even as the fin on his back bent a little at the tip. This, surprisingly, was enough to wake up the patamon, who felt the tingle on his hand, and sat up suddenly, causing the shark to vault off his chest.

This time, the flight was short, and the shark soon landed inside a cylinder that was made of smooth glass on all sides. He hadn’t seen Angel unloaded it, but he knew immediately where he was. He was in a cup of some sort, and as the patamon shook his head, looking at his palm and wondering what he’d smacked, he started shouting out more obsenities and swear words at the giant, who didn’t hear him still.

Shaking his wrist, trying to figure out what the heck he’d smacked, Angel just shrugged after a moment, and decided if he couldn’t nap, he might as well snack, and reached over to the basket best him. Opening the top, not even noticing the hole in it, his hand entered the space, causing the buck to let out a cry of alarm, both as the blinding light of the sun invaded the formerly dark space, and as the massive hands entered.

The bucks head spun every which way as he looked for something to hide under, and found nothing that looked like he could move it, until he spotted what looked like stacked mattresses. Not able to find anything else, he dove for it, and then quickly scurried inside, just as the hands picked up a huge aluminum can, lifting the gleaming thing into the sun, and then opening it with a hiss and pop.

Inside the glass, the shark continued to scream at the patamon, trying to get Angel’s attention, but instead of that, he got a face full of liquid, the stuff bubbling and surging as the hands tilted the can over the glass, spilling the contents into it, and swirling the shark about. He, being aquatic by nature, quickly swam to the top of the glass, but felt weird, like some pressure was pushing him down, even as he tasted the stuff and realized it was some kind of soda.

With a splash, the shark emerged into the open air, and then figured out what the pressure holding him down was. It was the patamon lifting the glass, as he brought the thing to his lips, and without a pause, tilted the container. The contents, shark included, spilled across the gums of the giant, the teeth reaching out and cutting into the shark’s legs as he passed, making it impossible to swim as he was swept into the mouth of the digimon.

The atmosphere inside Angel’s maw was hot, oppressive, and dark, with shadows throwing everything into sharp contrast, including those wicked looking teeth. Unfortunately for the shark, he wasn’t in the mouth for long, as the flow of soda carried him towards the back, and then with a surge, it tossed him into the throat, where he was swallowed with a single gulp, his body not even visible in the bulge as the soda passed down the neck, and vanished into the chest.

The tube the shark found himself in was not as tight as he’d expected, if only due to his size. Instead, the liquid around him formed an almost sphere like container, keeping him from moving by the sheer pressure from the walls. Through the soda, he could hear the movements of the body around him, that thudding heart, pumping blood, the rush of air into lungs as he passed by them, and below it all, the gurgle of an active stomach.

It was this last sound that got louder and louder as he dropped lower, until, at last, the bubble of soda seemed to pop, and he was tossed out into the belly of the beast. The moment he was free, his gill stung, as the air had tiny droplets of acid hanging in it, causing him pain even as he tried to scream. Worse, the cuts in his legs were burning already, unable to close yet due to how fast he’d fallen.

Then that pain got worse, as he fell into the stomach juices, and it was all around him. The stuff was like liquid fire, as it bubbled at his skin, making the stuff start to melt right away. Worse, his eyes were gone in seconds, and his nose and tongue were next. All the senses of his body were silenced within moments, and that left him with just the one sense, touch, which knew only pain.

He cried out, as best he could, but the acids were looking for a meal, and they melted his body down, even as he tried to fight them. The jaw on his body opened up, and with a cracking sound, it snapped off, the bone and flesh already turning to nothing but soft paste as the acids flooded into his body, mercifully ending him after a few seconds, as his body was reduced to just so much digested goop, to be absorbed.

Outside, the buck knew nothing of the horror within Angel’s stomach. Instead, he cowered between the set of mattresses, trying his best to not attract attention. He succeeded at that, if nothing else, as the patamon didn’t see him at all, as he reached into the basket, and lifted the slices of bread the buck had gotten between without noticing a thing was wrong, while grabbing some slices of meat as well.

The buck shouted in alarm as he was exposed to the air by the patamon flicking the bread slices apart in one hand. He had seconds to realize what had happened, though, as Angel brought the slices of meat down on top of him, with a wet slap, laying the heavy things so they weighed him down, and left him as nothing but a bulge beneath them, a bulge that all but vanished as Angel closed the sandwich up, and then brought it to his muzzle.

Inside the meal, the buck, knowing what was going to happen squirmed, wriggled, and fought as best he could, but he had only seconds before the sandwich was half inside the patamon’s maw, and then those teeth bit down. Had he been a few feet to the left, the buck would have been fine, but he found himself right on the line of the bite, those sharp fangs digging into his flesh, crushing his bones, and leaving him in blinding pain as Angel mmmed at the flavor he added.

Once the jaws had sealed shut, and the buck spilled out on the tongue, looking down at where he’d had a waist and legs, but now had merely the ruined remains of his body, he couldn’t even bring himself to cry. Worse, the tongue gave him no time to fight anymore, as it slapped him, pressing him hard into the teeth beside him, and then tossing him at top the molars, as the patamon chewed.

The buck raised his hands, as if to put up some pathetic defense, but his arms broke within a heartbeat, unable to stop the descending teeth for even a moment. The shredded remains of the limbs were then cut off by the molars sharp edges, as his chest was crushed by the flat tops, leaving only his head for a moment, just a single instant, before even that was cracked, leaving nothing but a bloody smear between Angel’s teeth.

The patamon hummed in pleasure, not sure why the sandwich today tasted as good as it did, but appreciative of the extra flavor all the same. He bite into it again, heedless of the twitching less that he munched on, devouring the last of the buck without knowing it, and then swallowed it all down into his stomach. A few seconds after, he let out a belch, and didn’t notice a tiny skull of a shark that flew from his maw, as he laid back down to resume his nap.