Otter arrived early in the afternoon at Sandy’s doorstep. The voracious sandshrew had invited him over, but as usual was a bit sparse on the details. The little otter gave the door a few good knocks, and stepped back politely. Sandy answered the door a few moments later. He wasn’t very large himself, a little over two feet tall, but he absolutely towered over the six inch otter. Wearing nothing but a bandana around his neck, his sheath was first and foremost in view as Otter looked up at him… but he thought little of it. He never wore much anyway, and their relationship had been purely platonic so far, barring vorish teasing. “Oh hey, perfect timing! I’m just about done making lunch and I think you could lend me a hand,” said Sandy, as he waved Otter inside. “Oh? What are you making?” asked the otter. He followed Sandy inside, climbing over the threshold and running to keep pace with Sandy, until the sandshrew paused to pick him up. As usual, their size difference caused a few issues, but nothing insurmountable to a good pair of friends. “Just some chili dogs,” said Sandy, taking care to cradle Otter gently in his cupped hands. The smell of spices and cooked meat drifted through the air from a pot on the stove, and a bag of hotdog buns sat alone on the counter. “Well, put me on the counter and I’ll help however I can!” As usual, the otter was happy to help. “Well, see… I thought I had all the ingredients, and went through all the trouble of making a pot of chili before realizing I’d forgotten something important…” he closed his thumbs over his friend gently. He’d closed the poor otter enough to know they’d probably be too flustered to run, but it was reflex by now whenever he let a micro know what he planned to do with them. Otter blushed and squirmed. He was quite aware of Sandy’s appetites. He knew hanging out carried some risks, but he relished the stories Sandy told of his other meals, and most visits wound up involving some sort of teasing like laying on his tongue. “Sandy, you tease!” Sandy gently transferred Otter to just one paw, holding on to him tightly as he readied a bun with the other. “What can I say, I notice how you react when I talk about my meals. About finding little guys just like you and having them slide down my throat…” as he said this, he slid the otter down against the outside of his throat as a demonstration, before setting him down in the hotdog bun “So I figured you might like something a bit more fun than stories this time.” The otters heart skipped a beat. He was shaking, and blushing so hard his nose was starting to bleed. “You’re… you’re going to pretend I’m part of your food? Really?” They’d talked about foodplay before, but Sandy had always put it off in the past, saying he didn’t trust himself to not swallow Otter. “Oh my gosh… thank you!” “I practiced a bunch with some other folks your size. Never told them I was inexperienced and practicing though, may they rest in peace.” He flashed a grin at that, and ladled a spoonful of chili over the otter. It was warm, like a thick blanket. Albeit, a thick blanket that smelled awfully delicious, and was just about to go inside a hungry predator. Eventually the otter was completely covered except for his head and feet, and Sandy picked up the hototter, gave the delicious creation a luxuriant sniff, and opened wide, giving Otter a nice view down his gullet as he slowly pushed the bun inside. Otter shivered, his heart racing. He knew full well that so many other folks who had gone past Sandy’s jaws never came back. He liked living, but sometimes the thought of being a hungry predator’s meal… he shook his head clear of the fantasy as he was pushed ever and ever close to that gluttonous gullet. He was so close he could reach out and touch the entrance if his arms were free. All it would take was a simple push, and he’d be nothing but food. To his surprise, Sandy’s tongue pushed against the side of the bun and lodged him sideways between the sandshrew’s cheeks. It would seem he wasn’t about to be betrayed after all! Sandy’s teeth closed gently around the otter, nibbling hard enough to break apart the soft bread, but not enough to pierce the skin. His tongue lapped around his meal as he turned him this way and that, occasionally wrapping around him to suck chili sauce out of his fur. Carefully, he’d swallow the food, and while there were a few close calls where Otter found himself pushed back by Sandy’s tongue, his teeth always grabbed hold of him and kept him safe. One of those times, Otter’s goggles wound up pulled off of his head, only to vanish into a mound of meat and beans that slid to the back of his throat and vanished down to his stomach. “My goggles!” the little otter cried out, wanting to reach out to them… but scared of messing up Sandy’s careful grip on him. The thought of slipping free, bouncing down Sandy’s tongue and sliding uncontrollably into his voracious throat kept entering his thoughts, filling him with anxiety tinged with euphoria. He tried to stay still and silent, aside from trembling and terrified whimpers of approval… and he was never so turned on in his life. “F-fuck…” he huffed out as Sandy swallowed more of his meal. “Hope you’re enjoying yourself in there,” Sandy struggled to say around his mouthful. He was almost done, just a few crumbs of meat to flush out, and one tantalizing otter. “Say… you know what would be really hot?” “W-what?” asked Otter, almost afraid to find out. The otter had scarcely replied, when Sandy’s tongue spun him headfirst towards his throat. The sandshrew snapped his head back and swallowed, his warm, tight throat eagerly grabbing hold of the otter and dragging him down to his waiting stomach. Otter kicked and squirmed, but there was little he could do. His stomach knotted up in fear and arousal, and he tried to shout out, but the thick gulp drowned it out. Sandy’s satisfied moan and pounding heartbeat echoed around Otter as he slipped down into his stomach. “Ahhh, oh god yes. Like I said, I know how you react when I talk about my meals. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to let you out later when we’re done having fun.” By some miracle a small amount of light made it inside, allowing Otter to see around him. The chewed remains of the chili dog laid littered around him, already starting to melt in the pool of stomach acid beginning to collect at the bottom. He gave a yelp as it began to irritate his paws, and he climbed up onto a small mound of bread and chili as the stomach began to churn. “F-food… your body thinks I’m food!” he yelled out, blushing even as he begged for his life. “I know, isn’t it great?” The otter could hear Sandy’s heart race, his panting breaths, the rocking of his stomach causing the acid to splash up. “That’s part of what makes it so exciting, that danger and risk, the thought of digesting you up until there’s nothing left, sacrificing your whole life just because it’s hot…” As he kept going, it felt more and more like he was fantasizing about all these more than anything as he jerked off to the thought of it. The mound of food Otter was standing on began to disintegrate and flatten out between the rocking belly and digestive juices, forcing the otter to swim in the caustic soup. “Hurry up and lemme go, I’m getting numb!” he shouted out. His fur was coming off in clumps, he’d probably be bald by the time Sandy let him out. With a loud gurgle the sandshrew’s stomach churned, and a wave of partially digested meat and beans lurched up and collapsed on top of Otter. One would think the acid would get less potent as it worked through the rest of the food, but if anything it seemed to be growing more and more potent as Sandy selfishly enjoyed himself outside. “Just… a few minutes more… Keep it up in there, you’re doing great…” Sandy panted out. Otter was finding it harder and harder to feel his body, and it was becoming clear that nudity and baldness would be the least of his problems even if here were to be released immediately. He was going to be digested, just another piece of meat to the hungry stomach. Trapped under the food, the stomach acid having risen well over him, he wondered which would get to him first: The acid or the lack of oxygen. Bubbles rose to the surface of the stomach acid as he could hold out no longer and inhaled the voracious goop surrounding him. Digested inside and out, he felt his strength leave him, felt himself pass out, and drift away. There was no afterlife, no leaving, no black void. Otter could still “sense” himself there in Sandy’s stomach, noticing his old shell rapidly dissolve into chyme. He could feel himself drawn into Sandy’s body, making out bits and pieces of what he was feeling: The rush of euphoria as he finally orgasmed to the otter’s demise, the utter lack of guilt at what he’d done, and the feel of his former body gurgling through the sandshrew’s intestines. “Ahh… there you are…” Sandy murmured. Otter could feel his aimless drifting halted as something seemed to grab hold of him. “Now… what to do with you…” “Am I… dead?” gasped Otter. He noticed his stomach draining the last of the digested slop away. “Holy shit… Sandy! You said you’d let me out!” “Oh, I will. In a manner of speaking. But we’ve got a bit of time left until that happens.” teased Sandy. “But in the meantime, I’ve got this tasty soul lying around, and it’d be a shame not to finish my meal. But I have so many options of where I can process you, what you can fuel…” Otter could feel himself pulled this way and that as Sandy considered his options, before eventually finding himself drawn to Sandy’s sheath, and then to one of his balls. Otter could feel the “grip” on him loosen, but soon realized he couldn’t leave his new confines. “You know, we never did get to do much lewd stuff while you were alive. Which is a shame, there’s so many fun things one can do with a micro… so to make up for that you’re going to help fuel my next orgasm! Try not to fade away too quickly now!” “Wh-what? Hey! Oh my gosh…” Otter would have blushed if he still had a body to do so, his consciousness sloshing through the replenishing pool of cum. He could feel the sandshrew’s arousal pulse through him. “Wait, fade? You said I’d be… I’d be coming back!” He continued to try and protest, but it was proving difficult with the lust washing through him interrupting his train of thoughts. It didn’t help that he’d fantasized about this kind of thing before. “Now when did I ever say you’d be coming back?” said Sandy. He settled down in a nice comfy chair and began to fondle himself, stroking his cock idly. “But, I do like you, so tell you what: You survive until I’m done with your body, and I’ll let your soul leave too. Otherwise, well… when I said I’d let you out earlier, I never specified how MUCH of you would be leaving.” Otter can feel that Sandy is very much enjoying having a soul trapped in his sac, he can feel the sandshrew growing closer and closer to climaxing… and then he holds off, coming down from the edge, his lust receding from Otter’s mind. Otter could find himself thinking clearly once more, but something seemed to be missing. He couldn’t quite remember what day it was today, what he did yesterday. Whether he was invited over, or had called to hang out. “Oh those feel tasty. They’re going to feel so nice when I finally get off.” Otter felt fear grip him, but the arousal soon overwrote it. “Y-you’re just teasing still right Sandy? You always teased with me, though this is so hot… gosh…” Sandy laughed. “Oh, I’m just teasing about actually letting you out. You’re mine forever…” After a brief pause he coughed and added “...ok, that was teasing. Don’t want you to go losing hope and fading away too quickly now.” Sandy kept edging himself, and it became harder and harder to remember life outside the sandshrew’s nuts. Otter was having trouble pinpointing what exactly he’d lost each time. A part of him wondered what would happen when he lost the capacity to care about it. He lost track of how long it had been. It felt like days. He kept repeating stuff to himself to try and avoid forgetting them. He remembered that he had been an otter, but the word itself had lost all meaning. For all he knew, it’s what he was now: A ball of pleasure floating in a sea of lust. Slowly, he let that memory go. It didn’t seem worth remembering. Sandy idly hummed to himself, fondling and edging himself with his footpaws as he went about his day. Playing games, chatting with friends on the phone, watching TV, he barely spent much thought to what he was doing to his captive friend, aside from occasional moments here and there. For one in particular, he was looking over his scrapbook over a number of picture’s he’d taken of Otter around the house. It was so tempting to get off right here and now, looking at how he used to be and thinking of digesting the little fellow. He stopped just in time, toes clenched and whining adorably in need. A thick drop of pre dropped from the tip of his cock and splashed onto a picture of Otter blushing on the kitchen table. As he calmed down, he gave his nuts a jingle. “Just wanted you to know I’m thinking about you~” he sang. Oddly enough, Sandy was one of the few things Otter could remember now. He could recall every plate on the sandshrew’s back, perfectly make out his face, recall his sheath well enough to count the fur. But everything else was a drunken haze. More time passed. Otter could tell Sandy was talking to someone, but found it difficult to make out anything besides that Sandy was playing innocent.The next thing Otter knew, Sandy was face-down on the bed, tail raised, as a cute fox friend plowed him from behind.The lust and ecstasy immediately began to eat away at the mustelid as Sandy laid there, tongued lolled and cock dripping pre onto the sheets. Ordinarily, Sandy would back off for a bit after edging, giving Otter some time to recover, but something about bottoming is keeping him right there, eroding what little sense of self Otter had left, completely lost in a fog of ecstasy until it seemed he would be lost forever. Bit by bit, Otter stitched himself back together as Sandy slept. By the time dawn broke, he could recall who he was again. If he tried real hard, he could tell WHAT he was as well. But, it wasn’t to last. Sandy soon woke up, and the lust would soon follow. The sandshrew licked his lips, looking over the sleeping fox next to him, and gulped him down feetfirst. The fox tried to protest, but by the time he’d woken up he was already well on his way down the glutton’s throat. Before long, Sandy was coaxing his belly to digest its breakfast, and Otter found himself with a companion. Another soul floating around in the lewd pool he’d wound up in. Otter could feel the lust building up around him again, but it didn’t eat at him like before. Instead, it was all concentrated on the newcomer, and Sandy didn’t allow him the luxury of relaxing. He kept the pressure on, and the former mustelid could feel the other soul shredding away as Sandy kept this up for hours, until nothing remained but the fox’s consciousness. The fact that he exists. Tension began to build around the other soul’s core… and then it disintegrates into the cum, completely gone. Immediately the ravenous lust turned its attention to Otter, nearly crushing him before Sandy backed off. “Well now, I almost forgot you were in there. Enjoy the show?” Otter huffed, barely able to feel anything but an urge to get off, as Sandy took hold of the soul again, and transferred it through his body to the ring under his tail. “Looks like today’s your lucky day. I’m just about done with your body. “ After a brief walk, Otter could see a white porcelain bowl of water below him. He felt himself open up, and a brown sticky mess that was all that was left of his old body slid out into the water with a plop. Bit by bit the gluttonous predator squeezed the scrap that’s left out, sighing contently with each log. One last one proved extra difficult, and Otter found himself stretched far beyond what he thought possible as his old skull splashes down. Now relieved, Sandy put Otter back into his nuts and retreated to his bed. “So, I did promise I’d let you out if you survived this far. But there’s just one way to do so…” He puts his legs behind his head and begins to suck himself off. Immediately his arousal begins to devour Otter, and the soul snack could feel Sandy edge himself, savoring him even after promising to let him free… but the sandshrew proved good to his word. He finally pushed himself over the edge. Otter could feel the pleasure from his devoured soul surge around him, as Sandy finally hit his climax. As he feels his soul drift up with the cum, it still eats away at him, harder than ever now with the sheer lust of the sandshrew’s ejaculation. So close now, almost all the way out… and everything faded to white. Sandy, meanwhile, laid back on his sheets, panting from exhilaration. There was at least one soul’s worth of pleasure in that load, but whether he had finished Otter off for good was hard to say. He heaved out a shaking sigh from his afterglow, giving his nuts a rub. “Mmm, enjoy your meal? We’ll get you another one soon enough.” ---- A few days later, Otter found himself laying on his back, holding his paw up to the sky. He’d managed to survive, just barely, and when he got enough of his senses back to communicate he found a helpful sort to bring him back. However, things hadn’t felt right since then. The face he saw in the mirror each morning, the paw in front of his face, they never seemed like they belonged to him. He knew where he belonged… and he felt weak in the knees and blushy just thinking about it. His self-preservation tried to hold him back, to tell him this was a terrible idea. That he had so much he could still do. And yet… as he tried to occupy himself with work, with games, all he could think of was sliding down Sandy’s throat again and letting his soul feed the glutton’s lust. And so, one day on his way back home, he found himself at a crossroads. To the left, home and another day of trying to go back to a normal life. And to the right, Sandy’s house… Slowly, as if he was dreaming, he took the path to the right. This was a terrible, awful idea, but he couldn’t help himself. Even as he tried to remind himself of all he had in his life, he found himself jogging down the sidewalk, to a familiar house with an open door. ---- Back at his house, Sandy was resting after another large meal. A cocksnack this time, some cat he’d met at the cafe who was now rapidly turning into spunk and giving him a nice full sack. He figured he’d take care of them later, after letting them stew for a bit. He was jolted out of his reverie by a small intruder nuzzling up against his sheath. “Hmm? Well now, don’t you look familiar. I figured there was nothing left of you.” Otter heaved a shuddering breath of fear and anticipation. “I... I thought so too for a while there. But… I want to go again,” he paused, trying to overcome his fear to say the next part. “I… want you to finish what you started.” Sandy smiled. This wasn’t the first time someone who’d just barely survived came back to him. Perhaps there was something about being so thoroughly devoured that permanently changed someone. “Well, tell you what. We never did get to fool around much during your first life, but after spending… what was that, two days in my nuts? I think we’re well past modesty. How about we make you into a nice cream-filled eclair, and then I’ll have you and your soul for lunch.” Otter blushed and made a small squeak as he climbed up to the opening of Sandy’s sheath, wrapping his muzzle around the thickening erection, and began to suck at it. He held on as it lifted him up, hugging and stroking the sensitive length as he tried to get the tip down his throat. Sandy made adorable needy whines, thrusting lightly in response to Otter’s affection. All too soon that gentleness began to fade however. Sandy lifted Otter up off his length to angle him better, and forced his cock down the micro’s throat. Otter struggled to breath through his nose, lapping at the massive cock as well he could, but it was clear he was no longer in control. Sandy began to thrust, faster and faster, using his friend like a living fleshlight, completely unconcerned for his safety. Mercifully, he didn’t take long. Otter felt his throat bulge more than he ever thought possible as a thick spurt of cum throbbed down Sandy’s cock and splattered directly into his stomach.. Then another, and another. “Oh, I forgot to tell you I just ate. Cute guy too, but I guess he’s your meal now.” Otter moans, or protests, it’s hard to tell, as his stomach rapidly bloats out with the mess. Each new spurt spills out of his mouth with nowhere left to go, and when the sandshrew finally finishes and pulls out, both of them in a puddle of former cat, Otter finds himself coughing and trying to regain his breath. He’s hardy able to stop Sandy as he traces a claw down his bloated belly, hooks it on his shorts, and tugs them off. “You’ve gotten so well acquainted with mine, let’s see what you’re hiding… oh?” Sandy is surprised to find nothing but smooth fur along Otter’s crotch below the cum-bloated belly. “I expected to help you get off one last time. Oh well…” He nonetheless gave Otter a rub where his bits would be. “Mmm, she was such a large meal… and you’re about to be one yourself. I know how you feel about being food, about hearing about my meals. How you felt when your soul was digesting away. I bet if you had anything right now you’d be rock hard and just about to pop at the slightest--” Sandy was interrupted as Otter gasped out loud, squirming and clenching his toes in the undeniable signs of an orgasm ripping through his body. “I… mmf, I can still get off....” he gasped. “Just means I still look safe for work, and don’t make a mess is all…” Sandy smirked. “And here I was worried you couldn’t actually enjoy lewd stuff. I’ll have to keep that in mind if I ever meet someone like you again. Goodbye.” He tossed the bloated and exhausted snack up in the air, and snapped his jaws shut around him. This time he didn’t bother playing around with him, gulping his meal down and fondling himself to convince his stomach to start working. Otter could feel himself start to fall apart in the numbing acids as Sandy wasted no time. It was an interesting experience, his pain receptors all turned off, but still aware enough to feel his meat come off his bones as he melted away, reduced to a thick and sloppy mess. There was a brief moment of shock as the churning stomach pushed him under… and then once again he was separated from his body, watching his body melt away. He could feel Sandy’s will close tightly around his soul, dragging it down to the sandshrew’s nuts. And just like that, he was home again. It felt almost like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders to be back here, even as the ravenous lust began to eat away at him. Where there had been fear before, now it just felt right to have everything that made him who he was stripped away. He could feel the difference between now and how Sandy toyed with him before. Whereas last time he’d given Otter plenty of time to recover between sessions, this was more like what he’d done to his date. He was backing off only enough to keep from cumming, and as he felt himself shred away he murmured “That’s it… eat it all up…” Sandy could feel the rising anticipation in his sack as it devoured the soul within. The little guy had barely given himself any time to rebuild before he came back, and it was barely twenty minutes before he felt that familiar feeling: Where everything before had been like pulling cotton stuffing out of a toy, this was like trying to crush a marble. The last little shred of Otter’s consciousness. He kept the pressure up, feeling it build, until that core cracked, and shattered apart. An immense rush of desire filled Sandy, his body screaming at him to get off and experienced what it had just digested. A few more strokes, and the world faded away into gluttonous ecstasy. He barely registered the mess he was making on the floor as his cock spurted and twitched. He was far too busy writhing in nearly painful bliss, his claws digging furrows in the wooden floor. Every so often he came across a soul like this, one robust and full of so much life, and consuming it was like nothing else. He eventually came down from the orgasm, shivering from the weight of it. The afterglow sent tingles up his spine with just the lightest touch to his cock. The little snack had given him a wonderful experience… not that he’d admit as such to any future meals, he had an image as an uncaring pred to maintain. But, still riding the high from his meal, he dug the photo album out, flipped to Otter’s section, and added a note in red pen. “Spent a brief afterlife fueling a VERY nice orgasm.” He gave the note a kiss, shelved the album, and sank to the ground in bliss. As he did, he noticed something sparkling in the mess he’d made. A small marble, about the size of a pachinko ball. “Well well, first time someone’s soul left a souvenir...” he mused as he picked it up. “I’ll have to do this more often. Maybe even start a collection!”