ND8 - Cow Chow
Day eight.
That pesky fox got what he deserved for what he did to his girlfriend. :3
Cow Chow
Written by: Screpter
Date: 08/11/2025
Content Warning : vore, four chambered stomach, messy stomach, anthro cow pred, willing prey
Liam flailed around as he passed the ring of muscle that separated the throat from the first chamber of the four-chambered stomach of Maria. He landed with a wet, heavy splatch on the bed of mushy, chewed-up vegetables and what he guessed to be the remains of hay. The hot, humid air immediately made it hard to breathe as he trashed around, the thin slurry sloshing with every movement.
From the outside, a muffled conversation hit his ears. He couldn’t understand what was being said, but he easily recognised Chirell’s voice, with his newfound captor talking. A long, resonant groan traveled through the rumen, then his environment was shaken up by a slap on the belly from the outside.
Eventually, a single swallow came from above, and something plopped into the slurry around him, which immediately began to sizzle. First, the smell of fermenting vegetables and plant matter hit his nose, making him retch and groan. Then, he realised that breathing was also becoming easier. He came to the conclusion that it must have been a Morphing Pill that generated oxygen. These were normally already mixed into different pills that required them, but it seemed like Chirell and whoever his captor was intended to make good use of the scans he got at the reformation center.
A slurry washed over his head with constant sloshing sounds as the anthro cow began to move, causing him to sputter. He pressed out against the stomach walls with hands and feet, a deep rumble shaking his limbs as the walls shook, churning softly around him as it contracted, forcing his limbs to bend. The soft, barely noticeable ridges of the walls rubbed together with a wet sklcht , moving constantly as the slurry was mixed together around and with him.
Another swallow came, and what he assumed to be another pill was deposited into the rumen. The walls contracted around him again, tighter as they pushed the mix of food up to his neck, forcing his legs and arms against his chest. Air pockets popped around his head as wet churns assaulted his ears. Bits of still solid vegetables pressed painfully against his body.
With another rumble, most of the remaining air disappeared from around him as the air escaped through the sphincter, the slurry covering him from head to toe, when a loud belch was let out that shook his own bones.
Then, everything shifted as the slurry was seemingly drained from around him. He gasped for air, uselessly trying to wipe his face as he hoped he would be freed, until he felt the grip on his feet. He desperately tried to grab onto the weakly formed ridges on the walls as he was pulled down deeper with the food, his body passing another sphincter as he was practically stuffed into the reticulum.
Here, the space around him was smaller and tighter, the ridges of the walls much more defined and hard. It rolled against his body as the slurry was moved around him, and he was being pushed back upwards. Something, however, seemed to keep him down, while he felt the remaining bits of food along his body being pushed back upwards.
In a surprisingly short time, the thin slurry around him also seemed to thicken. He didn’t know much about the digestive tract of cows, but he was pretty sure it shouldn’t have been this fast. Perhaps the second pill had something to do with it…
As the walls rolled over and pressed down on him, he grunted, as each time another part of the wall pulled away, the created suction pulled him too. He felt like he was being pulled apart, while also ground down with each flex. As time went on, the low rumbles and the constant movement left him woozy, the now thickened slurry clinging deep into his fur. He groaned as he was pulled down again, his body bending and twisting as he was passed through the omasum.
The walls gripped him as his body was moved, the slurry thickening faster than before as any sort of moisture was siphoned out. His body was kneaded and pulled on as he was finally passed into the fourth chamber, the abomasum.
He coughed as the pungent smell of acid hit his sensitive nose. The slurry that was practically compressed against his body was mixed together with the digestive acids, the ridged walls churning and groaning as they moved. The acid sizzled and hissed around him as he weakly squirmed, pushing against the stomach walls with barely any energy left in him. His skin was already tingling as he groaned, the predator who ate him humming contentedly.
Slowly, everything turned black as he lost consciousness.