Lazy Lunch (Vore Story)
A commission for Guzzle! Some classic OV with plenty of teasing, and bone disposal! Something I don't normally do~Note! This story is a touch more graphic on the digestion than usual!Like my writing? Want to support my work? Buy me a snack!Or, pledge to my Patreon and get access to all my stories 3 days early, along with a host of other benefits!I'm also open for commissions! Trying to get to MFF!-Neil yawned and scratched his bottom as he slowly got out of bed. The deer had slept in today - like he did most days - and had quite the trouble getting up in the first place. He really just wanted to sleep for the next...6 hours? 10? 24? He really just wanted to sleep until he wasn't tired anymore. Tired. He was always tired...More important than that though, he was always hungry. And sleeping in did nothing to quell his appetite. He could hear, and feel, his gut rumbling in anger as he stepped out of his bedroom. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Give me a minute..." the deer chastised his belly as he made his way into the kitchen. Sitting on the kitchen table was a box, which had six holes punched in it; three on the front and three on the back. On the top was a small handle, which Neil grabbed as he licked his lips, turning around and carrying the box back into his bedroom.It was obvious there was something inside the box. It became even more obvious once Neil started carrying the box back to his room; whatever was inside started to squirm and kick a little bit, although nothing strong enough to cause anything to happen. Neil closed his bedroom door before scrambling back up onto his bed, laying down and turning on the TV as he sat the box next to him."Let me OUTTA here!!" a voice came from inside the box as it continued to kick and shake. "Gimme a minute..." the deer casually responded, reaching over with one hand and pulling on the handle at the top of the box. It took a few tries, but eventually the handle came with his hand, opening up two flaps at the top of the box. The deer reached in and grabbed whatever was inside, his hand slowly lifting up as he tried to get a good grip on the squirming thing inside. Eventually his hand lifted far enough up to reveal that the box's occupant was a Totodile, though one with a slightly different color scheme. The seafoam-green spikes on his back stood up on end as he kicked and squirmed in Neil's grasp. "Neil!? What's the big idea?" he yelled as he looked at the deer who had captured him.Neil had invited the Totodile, whose name was Guzzle, over last night. The two were friends, at least somewhat, but as Guzzle slept the deer had carefully transferred him to the box he woke up in just a few minutes ago. Now he was dangling from Neil's fingers, the deer's stomach rumbling loudly to interrupt their little conversation. The deer could instantly see the Totodile get a bit uncomfortable, flustered, even, as he heard the gut rumble beneath him. "Ah...you're...you're hungry, aren't you?" the Totodile commented, trying to hide the change in demeanor hearing that sound had made."Yeah, you could say I am. And you're lunch~" Neil responded, before suddenly pressing Guzzle right against his soft, furry belly! The Totodile's muffled objections were quickly overpowered by the rumbling and groaning of Neil's stomach, only getting louder and more impatient as Neil played with his food. Guzzle was only 2 ft tall compared to Neil's 6 ft, so it was pretty much impossible for him to worm his way out from underneath the deer's hands, so he just had to sit there and listen to the rumbling, wet, bubbling stomach mere inches from his snout. It sounded so slimy, so wet, so gross...and there was nothing he could do about ending up in there. Neil tortured his meal for a little while longer before slowly lifting him from his stomach, content that Guzzle was flustered enough to make for an easy meal. He brought the Totodile, still squirming and objecting, up to his snout. The Totodile could only watch as Neil opened his jaws wide, strands of saliva snapping as his rough, wet tongue snaked out of his mouth, landing right on Guzzle's abdomen. The Totodile could only squirm as Neil's tongue dragged its way up his chest, taking its sweet time, absorbing the Pokemon's taste. The tongue made its way up Guzzle's neck, then his snout, finishing at the Totodile's forehead, leaving him dripping with sticky, gross deer drool.Then he did it again. Starting from a different point on the Totodile's belly, but still finishing in the same spot. And again, and again, leaving the Totodile a wet mess by the end of the tasting session, covered from head to belly in Neil's spit. The deer partially did it to tease his meal, but also because he did actually enjoy Guzzle's taste...Guzzle sputtered as Neil finally finished his tongue bath. The Pokemon was visibly blushing, but still trying to squirm out of the deer's grasp. "S..stop it..!!" he said as he thrashed about, trying to hit something, anything with his claws, but coming up short. Neil just smirked as he watched his meal floundering about in his grasp. "Why didn't you tell me you tasted so good..." he teased as he opened his jaws wide once more, gradually bringing Guzzle closer to that undulating tongue...The Totodile landed on Neil's tongue with a wet, deep splt, the deer's snout closing around Guzzle's own as he suckled and slurped on the Totodile. He was partially doing this to get another taste of the Totodile, but he also felt something else rising up from his gut. In the dark, wet environment of Neil's mouth, Guzzle couldn't see it, but Neil's throat was gradually dilating for something big...HHUUUuuuoooOOO-OOOOoorrraaaaAAAAAaaaapppp...Neil smiled as he felt Guzzle absolutely losing it trapped inside of his maw. The wettest, rankest, slimiest belch had just roiled its way out of his throat, and now the Totodile was stuck trapped inside of Neil's mouth as the stale odor of the deer's gut simmered around him. Both of them knew that Guzzle would be contributing to quite a few hearty, deep belches in the future!With every breath Guzzle took, the acidic stink of Neil's rumbling, hungry stomach invaded his nostrils. It was an almost intoxicating smell, in the worst way possible! The Totodile continued to try and squirm his way out of Neil's mouth as the deer's tongue once again worked its way over his snout, but Guzzle was only going forward. Slowly, Neil fed the Totodile deeper into his mouth, a firm grip on Guzzle's sides to make sure his meal didn't kick too much. It was all so...casual. Neil was watching TV while he fed, tilting his head back every now and then to get Guzzle deeper into his mouth. Eventually, the Totodile's wet, saliva-soaked snout poked up against the back of Neil's throat. About half of him was still hanging out of the deer's mouth, little feet poking and kicking the best they could.Then they disappeared.One wet, deep gllrrrpp! from the deer slurped up the rest of Guzzle, half of the Totodile's body now stuck as a bulge in Neil's throat, the other half being thoroughly tasted and worked over by the deer. Strands of drool dribbled down Neil's chin as he sucked on the Totodile, treating Guzzle like a piece of hard candy. The Totodile's scales and spikes didn't have much flavor, but hidden behind it was something that he could enjoy - it just took a bit of tasting and coaxing for it to come out. He wished he could enjoy the Totodile's flavor for a bit longer, but Guzzle kicking and squirming in his throat was starting to become a bit annoying. His throat walls were pretty strong, but the feeling was a bit uncomfortable. Plus, his stomach kept growling and roaring in anger that Neil was keeping its meal from it...glrrk!Another swallow, and the rest of the 2 ft. Totodile was turned into a wiggling, squirming deer throat bulge. Neil licked his lips as he felt Guzzle sink deeper into his throat, tracing the bulge as it disappeared into his chest, his stomach grumbling happily as the Totodile poked out into the caustic chamber. Guzzle's snout was once again treated to the acidic odor of belly juices and digested leaves and the like as it poked out into Neil's stomach, the chamber already awash with acid in anticipation for its meal. All of the deer's flesh was pulsating around the Totodile, pushing him out into that tight, wet chamber, already beginning to push and massage at him from every angle, even as only half of his body was actually inside the chamber...although that changed rather quickly, Guzzle being rudely pushed out and landing with a splt against the bottom of the fleshy cavern."Did you know you tasted so good, Guz?~" the deer's voice rumbled from around the Totodile, making Guzzle blush just a bit as he slopped around in the wet belly. Outside, Neil rubbed and patted at his stomach, bulging just enough to betray that there was a wiggling occupant inside; although it could just as easily be a four-course meal. The thick layers of soft fat on Neil's belly concealed a smaller meal like Guzzle rather well, after all! It just looked like a big, bloated belly, but if someone paid attention to it, they would be able to notice the occasional twitching and jostling coming from seemingly out of nowhere, belying the fact that there was a living snack inside that gut!Although there would be a lot less wiggling and jostling in the near future. As Neil watched TV and relaxed, occasionally patting his gut or letting out a rumbling, wet BUUUuuuooOOOOrrrrpppp!, Guzzle was having a much less enjoyable time...at least, unless you consider basting in a cocktail of enzymes and acids and having them slowly melt away your scales and skin enjoyable. Guzzle himself was divided; he continued struggling and kicking at the encroaching belly walls the best he could, but Neil's gut was more than accustomed to feisty meals. But the digestion didn't really hurt, at least not yet - there was just an odd, somewhat uncomfortable tingling sensation starting to spread across his body, which only got more and more powerful as Neil's stomach walls continued to press and massage at the Totodile's squirming body. It didn't help that Neil was constantly pressing and massaging at his gut as well, making Guzzle a bit disoriented as the chamber around him constantly moved. Occasionally, there would be a deep, bassy thumping of satisfaction as well, making the Totodile jump more than once..."Aaaahh...so satisfying. You'll make great buttfat~" Neil continued to tease, feeling Guzzle squirming around inside in response to the taunting. The deer could feel his stomach starting to soften up ever-so-slightly, the squirming Totodile inside only wearing himself out by constantly kicking and wiggling. Neil knew that within a matter of hours, the Totodile would be exactly that; just an extra layer of plush fat on his rear, maybe a bit added to his belly as well...the thought made him excited, but honestly, such a big meal was making him more tired than anything. So the deer slowly dozed off, thinking about how Guzzle would end up contributing to his figure, TV still running as Neil snored and digested away in his bed...While Neil was dreaming and waxing nostalgic about his meal, Guzzle was having a much different experience. The stomach walls were only continuing to tighten around him, massaging the stomach juices deeper and deeper into his scales and into his skin as well. He felt his strength being sapped by the hostile environment around him almost in real-time, his eyes getting heavy, his brain getting foggy, making it more difficult to think and react. Everything just felt so...sluggish, so claustrophobic. He could hear nothing but the hungry groans of Neil's stomach, his thumping heartbeat, the occasional snore (reminding him just how casual this was from the deer's perspective), feel nothing but undulating flesh around him...and his nostrils were getting irritated from the constant acidic stink assailing them. It was all so gross, and he was surprised that his body had adjusted to it at all...if he could even describe what "surprised" meant. His brain was so clouded and foggy, his consciousness being digested bit by bit just as his body was. There was no way he would last much longer - and he didn't, the Totodile eventually losing consciousness inside the caustic, uncompromising environment of Neil's belly. Nothing more but calories and nutrients to be absorbed.Which Neil's stomach did, with gusto. The deer's belly roared and gurgled loudly as it really got to work on processing the Totodile, gradually melting the Pokemon down into a nutritious Totodile soup for the rest of the deer's body to absorb. Neil's gut gradually shrank as this happened, slowly returning to a more normal shape as the solid meal inside became much less so. Eventually, there was nothing left in the pit of the deer's gut except for a sloshing soup of former-Totodile, ready to be funneled deeper into his guts and turned into more soft, lovely fat...Or that's what Neil thought as he awoke a few hours later, pinching his gut in appreciation for how quick his digestion was. He casually let out another deep, acidic belch...before realizing that something felt a bit different. It felt like there was something still inside of his gut, something still solid, but he didn't know what...He tapped at his chest lightly. It was probably just a bit of trapped air from the digestion. It took a little bit of coaxing, but eventually he felt something starting to come up...For just a second, Neil felt that it was something more than trapped air. But by the time he realized that, it was already too late.HUUuuuUUUuoooOOOORRRR-AAAAaaahhhhllllccchhhh...The belch was so deep and powerful that Neil had to close his eyes during it. When he opened it again, and looked over the side of his bed, he saw something that he definitely didn't expect to see. A drool-splattered pile of scales and bones, still connected to his lower lip by a few strands of drool. The Totodile's skull lay on top of it, as if to signify "yeah, Guzzle's just bones and fat now." The deer just blinked as he looked at this pile for a few moments. This didn't usually happen. Either his digestive system melted all the remnants completely, or they came out...the other end. Maybe it was just too much to pass through the rest of his system? Either way, here came a bit more...HuUUUUrrrrppp...Mostly scales - Guzzle did have a lot of them, after all. A few of them almost looked bleached by the acid of Neil's stomach; and the bones were definitely clean as could be. It was kind of funny - if Guzzle was still more than bones and a soup currently sluicing its way through Neil's bowels, he knew the croc would be flustered that the last thing left of him would be a pile of drool-soaked bones and scales. The skull looked pretty cool, even. Maybe Neil would wash it and put it on a shelf somewhere. Next to all his collars and other indigestibles that prey had left as "gifts" for him. But for now, the deer would just roll over in bed, falling back asleep as he felt Guzzle coursing his way through his bowels, feeling his rump and gut and thighs plump up in real-time as the Totodile was redistributed to his curves. The deer would belch up a few more scales throughout the evening; a bit of a mess to clean up when he woke up, but that was a problem for future Neil anyway...
?Neil yawned and scratched his bottom as he slowly got out of bed. The deer had slept in today - like he did most days - and had quite the trouble getting up in the first place. He really just wanted to sleep for the next...6 hours? 10? 24? He really just wanted to sleep until he wasn't tired anymore. Tired. He was always tired...
More important than that though, he was always hungry. And sleeping in did nothing to quell his appetite. He could hear, and feel, his gut rumbling in anger as he stepped out of his bedroom. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Give me a minute..." the deer chastised his belly as he made his way into the kitchen. Sitting on the kitchen table was a box, which had six holes punched in it; three on the front and three on the back. On the top was a small handle, which Neil grabbed as he licked his lips, turning around and carrying the box back into his bedroom.
It was obvious there was something inside the box. It became even more obvious once Neil started carrying the box back to his room; whatever was inside started to squirm and kick a little bit, although nothing strong enough to cause anything to happen. Neil closed his bedroom door before scrambling back up onto his bed, laying down and turning on the TV as he sat the box next to him.
"Let me OUTTA here!!" a voice came from inside the box as it continued to kick and shake. "Gimme a minute..." the deer casually responded, reaching over with one hand and pulling on the handle at the top of the box. It took a few tries, but eventually the handle came with his hand, opening up two flaps at the top of the box. The deer reached in and grabbed whatever was inside, his hand slowly lifting up as he tried to get a good grip on the squirming thing inside. Eventually his hand lifted far enough up to reveal that the box's occupant was a Totodile, though one with a slightly different color scheme. The seafoam-green spikes on his back stood up on end as he kicked and squirmed in Neil's grasp. "Neil!? What's the big idea?" he yelled as he looked at the deer who had captured him.
Neil had invited the Totodile, whose name was Guzzle, over last night. The two were friends, at least somewhat, but as Guzzle slept the deer had carefully transferred him to the box he woke up in just a few minutes ago. Now he was dangling from Neil's fingers, the deer's stomach rumbling loudly to interrupt their little conversation. The deer could instantly see the Totodile get a bit uncomfortable, flustered, even, as he heard the gut rumble beneath him. "Ah...you're...you're hungry, aren't you?" the Totodile commented, trying to hide the change in demeanor hearing that sound had made.
"Yeah, you could say I am. And you're lunch~" Neil responded, before suddenly pressing Guzzle right against his soft, furry belly! The Totodile's muffled objections were quickly overpowered by the rumbling and groaning of Neil's stomach, only getting louder and more impatient as Neil played with his food. Guzzle was only 2 ft tall compared to Neil's 6 ft, so it was pretty much impossible for him to worm his way out from underneath the deer's hands, so he just had to sit there and listen to the rumbling, wet, bubbling stomach mere inches from his snout. It sounded so slimy, so wet, so gross...and there was nothing he could do about ending up in there. Neil tortured his meal for a little while longer before slowly lifting him from his stomach, content that Guzzle was flustered enough to make for an easy meal. He brought the Totodile, still squirming and objecting, up to his snout. The Totodile could only watch as Neil opened his jaws wide, strands of saliva snapping as his rough, wet tongue snaked out of his mouth, landing right on Guzzle's abdomen. The Totodile could only squirm as Neil's tongue dragged its way up his chest, taking its sweet time, absorbing the Pokemon's taste. The tongue made its way up Guzzle's neck, then his snout, finishing at the Totodile's forehead, leaving him dripping with sticky, gross deer drool.
Then he did it again. Starting from a different point on the Totodile's belly, but still finishing in the same spot. And again, and again, leaving the Totodile a wet mess by the end of the tasting session, covered from head to belly in Neil's spit. The deer partially did it to tease his meal, but also because he did actually enjoy Guzzle's taste...
Guzzle sputtered as Neil finally finished his tongue bath. The Pokemon was visibly blushing, but still trying to squirm out of the deer's grasp. "S..stop it..!!" he said as he thrashed about, trying to hit something, anything with his claws, but coming up short. Neil just smirked as he watched his meal floundering about in his grasp. "Why didn't you tell me you tasted so good..." he teased as he opened his jaws wide once more, gradually bringing Guzzle closer to that undulating tongue...
The Totodile landed on Neil's tongue with a wet, deep *splt*, the deer's snout closing around Guzzle's own as he suckled and slurped on the Totodile. He was partially doing this to get another taste of the Totodile, but he also felt something else rising up from his gut. In the dark, wet environment of Neil's mouth, Guzzle couldn't see it, but Neil's throat was gradually dilating for something big...
*HHUUUuuuoooOOO-OOOOoorrraaaaAAAAAaaaapppp...*
Neil smiled as he felt Guzzle absolutely losing it trapped inside of his maw. The wettest, rankest, slimiest belch had just roiled its way out of his throat, and now the Totodile was stuck trapped inside of Neil's mouth as the stale odor of the deer's gut simmered around him. Both of them knew that Guzzle would be contributing to quite a few hearty, deep belches in the future!
With every breath Guzzle took, the acidic stink of Neil's rumbling, hungry stomach invaded his nostrils. It was an almost intoxicating smell, in the worst way possible! The Totodile continued to try and squirm his way out of Neil's mouth as the deer's tongue once again worked its way over his snout, but Guzzle was only going forward. Slowly, Neil fed the Totodile deeper into his mouth, a firm grip on Guzzle's sides to make sure his meal didn't kick too much. It was all so...casual. Neil was watching TV while he fed, tilting his head back every now and then to get Guzzle deeper into his mouth. Eventually, the Totodile's wet, saliva-soaked snout poked up against the back of Neil's throat. About half of him was still hanging out of the deer's mouth, little feet poking and kicking the best they could. Then they disappeared.
One wet, deep *gllrrrpp!* from the deer slurped up the rest of Guzzle, half of the Totodile's body now stuck as a bulge in Neil's throat, the other half being thoroughly tasted and worked over by the deer. Strands of drool dribbled down Neil's chin as he sucked on the Totodile, treating Guzzle like a piece of hard candy. The Totodile's scales and spikes didn't have much flavor, but hidden behind it was something that he could enjoy - it just took a bit of tasting and coaxing for it to come out. He wished he could enjoy the Totodile's flavor for a bit longer, but Guzzle kicking and squirming in his throat was starting to become a bit annoying. His throat walls were pretty strong, but the feeling was a bit uncomfortable. Plus, his stomach kept growling and roaring in anger that Neil was keeping its meal from it...
*glrrk!*
Another swallow, and the rest of the 2 ft. Totodile was turned into a wiggling, squirming deer throat bulge. Neil licked his lips as he felt Guzzle sink deeper into his throat, tracing the bulge as it disappeared into his chest, his stomach grumbling happily as the Totodile poked out into the caustic chamber. Guzzle's snout was once again treated to the acidic odor of belly juices and digested leaves and the like as it poked out into Neil's stomach, the chamber already awash with acid in anticipation for its meal. All of the deer's flesh was pulsating around the Totodile, pushing him out into that tight, wet chamber, already beginning to push and massage at him from every angle, even as only half of his body was actually inside the chamber...although that changed rather quickly, Guzzle being rudely pushed out and landing with a *splt* against the bottom of the fleshy cavern.
"Did you know you tasted so good, Guz?~" the deer's voice rumbled from around the Totodile, making Guzzle blush just a bit as he slopped around in the wet belly. Outside, Neil rubbed and patted at his stomach, bulging just enough to betray that there was a wiggling occupant inside; although it could just as easily be a four-course meal. The thick layers of soft fat on Neil's belly concealed a smaller meal like Guzzle rather well, after all! It just looked like a big, bloated belly, but if someone paid attention to it, they would be able to notice the occasional twitching and jostling coming from seemingly out of nowhere, belying the fact that there was a living snack inside that gut!
Although there would be a lot less wiggling and jostling in the near future. As Neil watched TV and relaxed, occasionally patting his gut or letting out a rumbling, wet *BUUUuuuooOOOOrrrrpppp!*, Guzzle was having a much less enjoyable time...at least, unless you consider basting in a cocktail of enzymes and acids and having them slowly melt away your scales and skin enjoyable. Guzzle himself was divided; he continued struggling and kicking at the encroaching belly walls the best he could, but Neil's gut was more than accustomed to feisty meals. But the digestion didn't really hurt, at least not yet - there was just an odd, somewhat uncomfortable tingling sensation starting to spread across his body, which only got more and more powerful as Neil's stomach walls continued to press and massage at the Totodile's squirming body. It didn't help that Neil was constantly pressing and massaging at his gut as well, making Guzzle a bit disoriented as the chamber around him constantly moved. Occasionally, there would be a deep, bassy thumping of satisfaction as well, making the Totodile jump more than once...
"Aaaahh...so satisfying. You'll make great buttfat~" Neil continued to tease, feeling Guzzle squirming around inside in response to the taunting. The deer could feel his stomach starting to soften up ever-so-slightly, the squirming Totodile inside only wearing himself out by constantly kicking and wiggling. Neil knew that within a matter of hours, the Totodile would be exactly that; just an extra layer of plush fat on his rear, maybe a bit added to his belly as well...the thought made him excited, but honestly, such a big meal was making him more tired than anything. So the deer slowly dozed off, thinking about how Guzzle would end up contributing to his figure, TV still running as Neil snored and digested away in his bed...
While Neil was dreaming and waxing nostalgic about his meal, Guzzle was having a much different experience. The stomach walls were only continuing to tighten around him, massaging the stomach juices deeper and deeper into his scales and into his skin as well. He felt his strength being sapped by the hostile environment around him almost in real-time, his eyes getting heavy, his brain getting foggy, making it more difficult to think and react. Everything just felt so...sluggish, so claustrophobic. He could hear nothing but the hungry groans of Neil's stomach, his thumping heartbeat, the occasional snore (reminding him just how casual this was from the deer's perspective), feel nothing but undulating flesh around him...and his nostrils were getting irritated from the constant acidic stink assailing them. It was all so gross, and he was surprised that his body had adjusted to it at all...if he could even describe what "surprised" meant. His brain was so clouded and foggy, his consciousness being digested bit by bit just as his body was. There was no way he would last much longer - and he didn't, the Totodile eventually losing consciousness inside the caustic, uncompromising environment of Neil's belly. Nothing more but calories and nutrients to be absorbed.
Which Neil's stomach did, with gusto. The deer's belly roared and gurgled loudly as it really got to work on processing the Totodile, gradually melting the Pokemon down into a nutritious Totodile soup for the rest of the deer's body to absorb. Neil's gut gradually shrank as this happened, slowly returning to a more normal shape as the solid meal inside became much less so. Eventually, there was nothing left in the pit of the deer's gut except for a sloshing soup of former-Totodile, ready to be funneled deeper into his guts and turned into more soft, lovely fat...
Or that's what Neil thought as he awoke a few hours later, pinching his gut in appreciation for how quick his digestion was. He casually let out another deep, acidic belch...before realizing that something felt a bit different. It felt like there was something still inside of his gut, something still solid, but he didn't know what...
He tapped at his chest lightly. It was probably just a bit of trapped air from the digestion. It took a little bit of coaxing, but eventually he felt something starting to come up... For just a second, Neil felt that it was something more than trapped air. But by the time he realized that, it was already too late.
*HUUuuuUUUuoooOOOORRRR-AAAAaaahhhhllllccchhhh...*
The belch was so deep and powerful that Neil had to close his eyes during it. When he opened it again, and looked over the side of his bed, he saw something that he definitely didn't expect to see. A drool-splattered pile of scales and bones, still connected to his lower lip by a few strands of drool. The Totodile's skull lay on top of it, as if to signify "yeah, Guzzle's just bones and fat now." The deer just blinked as he looked at this pile for a few moments. This didn't usually happen. Either his digestive system melted all the remnants completely, or they came out...the other end. Maybe it was just too much to pass through the rest of his system? Either way, here came a bit more...
*HuUUUUrrrrppp...*
Mostly scales - Guzzle did have a lot of them, after all. A few of them almost looked bleached by the acid of Neil's stomach; and the bones were definitely clean as could be. It was kind of funny - if Guzzle was still more than bones and a soup currently sluicing its way through Neil's bowels, he knew the croc would be flustered that the last thing left of him would be a pile of drool-soaked bones and scales. The skull looked pretty cool, even. Maybe Neil would wash it and put it on a shelf somewhere. Next to all his collars and other indigestibles that prey had left as "gifts" for him. But for now, the deer would just roll over in bed, falling back asleep as he felt Guzzle coursing his way through his bowels, feeling his rump and gut and thighs plump up in real-time as the Totodile was redistributed to his curves. The deer would belch up a few more scales throughout the evening; a bit of a mess to clean up when he woke up, but that was a problem for future Neil anyway...