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It had been months. Thousands killed, countless displaced, but with King Conrad having given his final surrender at the Battle of Crestfallen Peak, the war of the two kingdoms was finally coming to an end. The caribou king had been captured alive, kept in the darkest dungeons of his rival's castle until a punishment could be determined for the fallen king. Today was that day. The day that the caribou would be brought before his hated rival, completely prone and at the mercy of whatever the king thought a fair punishment would be...

Neil drummed his fingers on one of the arm rests of his throne, leaning against his other arm as he waited for the prisoner to be delivered to his court. His stomach grumbled in annoyance. "Landis! What on Earth is taking those guards so long!?" the king demanded, looking down towards his assistant/servant, a small otter-looking fellow who almost jumped as he heard the king addressing him directly. "O-oh, my liege, I just sent for them, it shouldn't be too long..." the otter stammered, before he started to run down to the exit from the king's chambers to meet up with the guards. A few more minutes of waiting later, and Neil started to hear footsteps coming down that hallway once more, the deer perking up and sitting upright as he awaited the arrival of his prisoner...he watched with a smile on his face as two armored, buff bulls dragged Conrad down the hallway, the caribou on his knees and shackled up completely. Landis trailed behind them, the tiny otter jumping up and down with excitement as he made his way back to Neil's side. Everything was silent, minus the dragging of the caribou's knees on the ground and his muffled protests, until the two guards dropped the found caribou a few feet in front of Neil's throne, the deer king dismissing the two of them with a simple hand wave.

"So, Conrad. I assumed you wished to perish on the battlefield...but I gave my troop special orders to keep you alive. For this very moment..." the deer said, chuckling as he started to get up from his throne, discarding his kingly robes to reveal that the rotund, curvy cervine was completely nude for this occasion. "My army is busy finishing up the last of your stragglers as we speak. And the two of us? Well, I figured we could have some private time together, talk out our issues, come to an agreement..."

The deer chuckled to himself as he stepped down the stairs from his throne. "But that's what you wish was going to happen. No, as the new king of these two kingdoms, I sentence the traitor King Conrad to death...by digestion." Neil decreed, his last few words echoing through the empty halls as a complete damnation for the broken king Neiling before him. Conrad's eyes widened as he heard this decree, the caribou struggling in his bindings and desperately trying to speak through the gag that had been placed in his mouth. The deer's rotund shadow started to envelop him, and with every step, the fat on Neil's belly and rump started to jiggle...it was horrible, the thought that, bar a divine miracle of sorts, he would be part of that. He couldn't believe it.

Neil stood before King Conrad a few moments later, his arms crossed and the package between his legs springing to life as the deer thought about the many ways he could carry out this sentence...being that the caribou's antlers were like a crown that could be removed, they were gone, and so the prospect of sucking Conrad up the rear entrance was definitely in contention...and it was one that Neil continued to be more and more in favor of as time went on! After about a minute or so of pondering and watching Conrad struggle to free himself, Neil arrived at his plan. "Don't worry. being a jiggle on my royal hips is the greatest gift a traitor like you can receive..."

With that, the deer king turned around, his fat rear and cute little tail on full display for Conrad to gawk at...the caribou pleaded and begged for mercy, but it was nothing but muffled complaints to Neil's ears. The deer simply reached around behind him and spread his cheeks wide, allowing Conrad to get a nice view of the deer's hungry packer as it started to descend upon him!

"Oh, I am *most certainly* going to enjoy this..." Neil said aloud as his tush made contact with Conrad's snout, a pleasant squishing noise coming from beneath Neil as he put all of his weight down onto the royal prisoner. Conrad almost immediately started to squirm and yell, but his muffled exclamations were even more unintelligible with a fat deer butt smothering them out! And all that struggling, well, it really only led to Conrad's snout being trapped even deeper between Neil's fat cheeks, the caribou quickly being surrounded on all sides by musky, soft deer rump...

*ssshhlLRP*

And then Neil clenched. At the same time, he pushed even harder down onto Conrad's snout, his elastic tail hole stretching wide around the caribou's muzzle and getting more than a decent grip on the prisoner! The sudden change of environment sent Conrad into a flurry of movement, his muzzle suddenly being encased in musky, slimy rump flesh that squeezed inward on him. It was such an odd sensation by itself, but with Conrad knowing exactly what was happening to him, it was far, far more disconcerting. Through all of his struggling, his bindings remained tight, though...leaving him no recourse as he felt the deer's asshole continuing to creep down over his nose, soon silencing him like a muzzle of sorts.

With the prisoner's annoying complaints now muffled by his innards, Neil could take his time and enjoy carrying out this sentence. He continued to put weight down onto Conrad's snout, wiggling his rump two and fro to try and fit just a bit more of Conrad inside of him...and, of course, to make all of this feel even better to the deer! He was going to indulge in all of this, for sure. He stroked over his steadily-growing shaft and fat rump cheeks as they continued to swallow up more of Conrad, his pucker stretching over the caribou's eyes and swallowing up the last of his muzzle as well. Already, Neil could feel and rub a little bit against a small bulge in the lower part of his belly; a small bulge that would be growing much, much larger as time went on! The tip of Conrad's muzzle was just starting to slide past the deer's rectum, Neil groaning as he thumped his ass down hard and swallowed up the last of the caribou's head in one fell swoop! And this, this left the deer in a bit of a mess for a few moments, pleasure surging through his body as he felt his innards get stretched so wonderfully by Conrad's head. Oof, it was clear he hadn't done this in a good long while...! He felt pretty tight back there. It wasn't like Conrad could escape, though, so Neil had all the time in the world to get his bowels all loosened up for the fallen king.

Conrad groaned with every clench of the anal walls around him; the inside of Neil's ass was already crushingly tight, but anything more started to squeeze the life right out of him. Neil's anal ring squeezed tight around Conrad's neck, almost like a collar of sorts...and, honestly, that was quite the apt comparison for what the deer was doing! His ass was claiming Conrad, clenching tight around the fallen king's neck like he was tugging on a leash or something. Each time Neil did that, he could hear Conrad cry out and thrash around, which only made Neil want to do it even more...! Neil kept this up for quite a bit, each time easing himself further down Conrad's neck bit by bit until his pucker was eventually starting to rub up against the caribou's shoulders. This was most certainly going to be the hardest part, something that Neil had really hoped he had lube for...they were broad, for sure, but Neil had taken plenty of bigger and wider things up his rear before. Maybe not ones as squirmy as Conrad was shaping up to be, though...

Regardless, it was fine. Neil had all the time in the world to work himself down over Conrad and take time to enjoy his meal. Plus, as the caribou got dose after dose of the deer's thick musk, he would most certainly start to get weaker and ditzier, making it all the easier for Neil to just slide down and steadily work Conrad deeper and deeper into his bowels. The deer was at arguably the best part of this whole situation, that being his asshole stretching so wonderfully wide to take in the caribou's shoulders! "Ohhh, fuck...you're making such a good dildo right now~" Neil teased as he continued to press down, his pucker stretching impossibly wide to swallow up the caribou's broad shoulders and arms...and as the pucker stretched out, things only continued to get tighter for Conrad inside of here! The deeper he went, the muskier and hotter it became, as well. Everything about it was so overbearing, and he wasn't even halfway inside Neil yet!

Neil was going to make sure that changed, though. Once his tailhole got a solid grip on Conrad's shoulders, the rest of his butt meal would be relatively straightforward. The deer just had to continue clenching and keeping his balance as he sat down on top of the caribou...though, Neil did reach back there and feel up his plump ass every now and again! So soft and squishy, and once Conrad was all packed away, it would become even moreso...

Neil was starting to get a bit of a gut once his tailhole slid down over Conrad's chest, the deer rubbing and poking at it now that he had a little bit of a new toy to play with! "Ohh, yeah. How does it feel for a king like you to meet the same fate as so many of your soldiers?" the deer gloated as he started to cradle his swelling stomach...yes, Neil had personally disposed of quite a few prisoners in this and other fashions, and the fact he was doing the same thing to their king was just the icing on the cake. He really was nothing more than but food to Neil now, and, well, he certainly felt like it. Being forced into all sorts of awkward twists and turns inside the deer's maze of guts, crammed into such a tight, sweltering, musky tube...the flesh kept pulsating around him as well, passively feeding him further into that maze alongside the more conscious clenching that Neil was doing. It all added up to Conrad being almost entirely packed away, his legs and hooves being the only things sticking out from between Neil's ass cheeks...and they wouldn't be there for much longer, either!

With all the weight near the front of his body, Neil was starting to lose his balance a little bit...good thing that same weight could also be used as a cushion! Neil turned around with Conrad mostly crammed up inside of his ass, making sure he had a good amount of room before flopping forward, the caribou inside making an audible grunt as Neil's gut slammed against the floor and smothered him in all of Neil's weight! The deer king's ass was sticking straight up in the air at this point, Neil's shaft hardening right up against the bottom of his steadily-growing belly as he continued to clench and pull the rest of Conrad inside. "FuuuUUuuck!~ Get IN there, ass snack..." Neil cried out, his voice bouncing off the walls of the castle as he sucked in another few inches of Conrad's squirming legs, his stomach swelling to an even more impressive size as he did so...to Neil, it was a veritable waterbed at this point! Although, it would become even more like a waterbed once things started to get really gurgly in there...

That sudden impact had knocked Conrad for a hell of a loop, and once he came back to full consciousness, the caribou found that he was almost entirely inside of Neil's bowels! The only parts of him yet to be claimed were his hooves and feet, and even those were tantalizingly close to slipping inside. Every time Neil clenched, the pressure made Conrad cry out; all this squeezing force surrounding every inch of his body, with nowhere for it to go but deeper inside of the deer...it was just far too overwhelming for Conrad to fight against, especially now with the boost that being aroused gave Neil! The deer gasped as his asshole twitched one last time, clenching tight and swallowing up the last of the captured king with a loud, slimy *shhhLLRRRrrp!~*

And then...then, it was done. Conrad had been reduced to nothing but a squirming bulge in his adversary's fat belly, a belly that was so big that Neil could use it as a bed! And that's exactly what the deer intended to do, considering he couldn't really...go anywhere while he was so engorged like this. At least, not until Conrad got a little sloshy inside of there! "Hah...you know, sometimes I wonder if this is even a punishment. With how little you squirmed, it's almost like you want to be my ass fat~" Neil taunted, in complete hedonistic bliss now that he really had finished off the king. This war was over, and he was so obviously the winner...and Conrad, poor Conrad, so obviously the loser.

Speaking of Conrad, the Caribou had a long, tight, twisty journey ahead of him. He might have been swallowed up by the deer's ass, but there was still a veritable maze of slimy bowels for him to work through until he arrived at his final destination, so to speak. And already, with the slime, and the heat, and the thick musk that almost burned his nostrils with every thick breath he took, Conrad was feeling pretty worn out. He wasn't being digested yet, per se, but he was certainly being...tenderized. Massaged. Softened up, prepared for the deer's stomach to claim him without much trouble. Even if the Caribou was at full strength, he would have trouble fighting against this onslaught of flesh...and he certainly wasn't at full strength right now. Being pushed through twist after turn of slimy, fleshy intestines, smushed under all the weight of the deer that had just devoured him in such a lewd and shocking way...

The king would be stuck on his belly for hours, completely unable to move fast he drifted in and out of consciousness while Conrad snaked his way through his digestive tract. The caribou had long resigned himself to his fate, Conrad instead choosing to save what little strength he had for when he actually arrived in Neil's stomach...perhaps he could catch the deer sleeping, or squirm just enough to make him sick to his stomach! He had to hold on to that hope, because otherwise...well, he'd be rounding out the plump ass that had devoured him, and the caribou really didn't want to think about that right now. It seemed like every strained breath was making him weaker, though; the air in here was so thin, and mostly consisted of that incredibly strong deer muskiness that had practically suffocated him earlier. He really wished that he would become noseblind to the powerful odor at some point, but that clearly wasn't in the cards...

Eventually, after what felt like hours of being pushed through these fleshy tunnels, Conrad felt the environment around him finally starting to change. His muzzle was being pressed up against some sort of fleshy ring, and he could hear Neil moaning off in the distance as the flesh around him clenched and pushed him against that opening. "Haaah, welcome to deerguts~" the victorious king teased, the sensation of Conrad finally starting to slide into his stomach proper awakening the king from his deep food coma. A crushing squeeze of the deer's bowels shoved Conrad out into his new home, the caribou almost immediately noticing the differences between the bowels he had been worming his way through and the stomach he was now in. The acidic odor of stomach juices almost immediately made his nose burn, the sickeningly-sweet odor soon becoming all he could smell...it was even slimier and wetter in here as well, owing to the cocktail of enzymes and juices that was sloshing around in here with him, the fluid constantly exuding from the walls that massaged and rubbed against his battered body...

But most of all was the tightness. Even before Conrad was all the way inside of Neil's stomach, the caribou could tell that this wouldn't be a comfortable fit...the stomach walls stretched just enough to contain his tasty form, and absolutely no further. Conrad tried to press and push out against them to get them to stretch just a little bit further, but all that budging did was work up a bit of gas inside of Neil's stomach...which, ironically, only made it even tighter in here! Plus, having all of Neil's weight constantly pushing down on him due to the king's position didn't help things either. And Neil wasn't budging until Conrad was at least a thick soup inside of his gut!

Neil gave his beanbag belly a hearty rub as he felt Conrad snaking his way inside, the deer more than satisfied with his caribou meal so far. "Mmh...and welcome to the dungeon, prisoner. Though, you won't be staying for too long..." Neil teased; he couldn't help but rub it in that Conrad was really just a meal for him, and that he would be nothing but pounds on his royal rear in a few hours' time. And Conrad, well, he would just have to sit there and take all this taunting. It wasn't like there was anything he could do about it...

But the caribou would sure as hell try. He felt the last of his body sliding out of the sphincter into Neil's stomach, completing his humiliating consumption and trapping him in a hot, caustic chamber from which there was no reasonable chance of escape...Conrad was already so tired from the trip inside of Neil's bowels, that his squirms had absolutely no chance of actually getting the deer to cough him up. But he couldn't just sit here and resign himself to this embarrassing fate...so he would squirm until the bitter end. Even if that bitter end was a belch.

And Neil could take all of this in stride, to be sure! Every wiggle and bump that Conrad made just jostled his fat gut around, or occasionally elicited a drawn out *BUUuuaaaAAAaaarrrp* that only tightened the belly walls around the caribou even more...his skin was already starting to tingle, and he could even feel his fur starting to melt off into the thick enzyme-filled soup he was basting in. He couldn't believe it was actually happening to him, that he was being slowly digested and processed by the body of the king he had spent so much time fighting against...

It would take hours for Neil to fully break down Conrad, hours that were full of lazy belches and copious hedonism from the full, immobile deer...but, eventually, Neil's body had finished churning up Conrad. He was just a sludge deep in the deer's stomach, being funneled back through his bowels once more for further absorption...perhaps an even more embarrassing trip than the first time around! Quite a bit of the fallen King had already settled onto Neil's hips and ass, though. It sure provided a nice, satisfying squish when Neil sat back on his throne once more, doting and rubbing at his fat gut as it continued working on pumping the deer's big meal through his intestines. Soon, there would be no record of Conrad's existence, outside of a few more inches of pudge on Neil's body and a belched up, acid-soaked hoof or two...