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Tenth Vore of Christmas

Bear

by Skipai (c) 2021

The cave was full of supplies, meat, drinks, cans of food, snacks of all kinds from the ones that crunch to the others that would melt during the hottest days of the year. You see, this was Dave's stash, the big brown bear was currently sleeping throughout the winter and when spring came, he would be bag of bones and it was this large stash of food to consume that would protect anyone from outside of the cave to be mauled to death. The whole area knew what the deal was, they left his stash alone, they wouldn't get hurt and as such this went on for years, even if someone was really struggling and unable to eat, they wouldn't go near the cave that Dave slept in on fear of something bad happening. Unfortunately for one travelling raccoon though, this was unknown to him and after losing out on his own territory from a bank run by pigs no less, the raccoon walked through the snow as he huddled within the dirty blanket, his stomach just growled at him as the raccoon argued with it as he went on. "I know you're hungry but there's nothing I can do about it, so shut up, will you?"

It had started to snow again as the raccoon cursed the gods from above. He tugged the fabric around his body even tighter to keep out the cold, but the old blanket had thinned out and as such, it was a losing battle as he shivered. Then the wind brought about the sweet smell of food, the raccoon just stood there and took in the painful sniff of cold air as his tongue took in the various scents. Booze, snacks, sandwiches, biscuits, cereal, cheese. By the time his brain sorted out the various scents, he was drooling, the sticky substance quickly froze about his lower snout and the raccoon sniffed again to determine the direction that it was all coming from, then he started to walk in that direction, the male driven on by hunger as he trudged through the thick, cold snow.

The slope started to go up as the raccoon continued to trudge through the thick snow, the thin blanket was starting to get heavy, the wetter it became and slowly with the drive of the alluring scents that kept on pushing him forwards, the raccoon slowly allowed the blanket to drop into the snow as he braved the snow fall head on, the icy wind cut through his fur, the skin on the inside was calling out in pain as the old wounds from the surface and underneath of many battles from the past came back as if they only just happened. But it was his stomach and mind that kept pushing the male to go against the strong winds, his hand paw held up as he shielded his eyes, that stung from the icy blast of the winter storm as the faint outline of the snowy hill lay ahead, much steeper than he had currently been walking up until now, then he saw it, that faint grey shape. Don sniffed the air again as the raccoon fell onto his hands and knees now, crawling slowly towards the opening of the cave, as he got closer the wind became less, the view was much more vivid in it's outline and colour, then the raccoon rolled into the cave as he dropped down a few feet and then laid there on his back for a moment or so as his cold body trembled from the onslaught of the storm he got caught in.

Slowly, Don got up as his entire body shook still from the cold, the raccoon pushed himself from the floor and stood there as he looked about and even in the darkness, his eyes had adjusted as the various shapes came into view and his mouth just drooled. Quickly, the raccoon moved over to a bag of crisps (chips) as he quickly tore the packet apart and started to eat away at the beef flavour slabs of potato, the loud crunching echoed about the cave as Don sat down onto the floor again and reached out for a can, then he stopped as he felt something fuzzy than the cold metal. With some of the potato bits that fell onto his chest, the raccoon looked up and saw a rather large open maw with big teeth stare back down at him. "And what the fuck do you think you're doing?" The deep bass voice echoed inside Don's head and the cave, the raccoon made to move, scrambling but a heavy paw gripped him by the neck, pulled him back and then the male raccoon found himself lifted from the floor and then came face to face with a half asleep, yet pissed off brown grizzly bear. "Where the fuck, do you think you're going, thief!"

"Nowhere!" Don swallowed, though the grip about his neck made it hard to finish the movement of swallowing as he looked into those dark eyes, still half asleep and yet so very dangerous as he heard the dark deep bass rumble from within the large ribcage as Dave spoke again. "That's right, you're going nowhere, thief!" The bear turned half around and threw the male raccoon to the back of the cave as the bear looked to the entrance and then rose as he attacked the roof, the entrance caving in bar a tiny little gap for air to come in and he moved to where the entrance was, covered in rock and soil, then laid down as the bear started to settle again. "Eat all you like thief, there is no escaping this cave until the spring." Dave gave a toothy grin. "Then you're all mine." Then with a large yawn, the big grizzly went back to sleep as Don laid there at the back of the cave, the raccoon tried to move but quickly clasped his paws about his mouth as his leg was broken, the pain that shook right through him was enough to point that out. There was nothing to do but to reach out and he started to eat the mountain of snacks, hoping it would make him able to recover fast enough before the big bear awoke in the spring.

Months later, the raccoon burped as he tossed another can to the empty pile, the male raccoon had put on a fair bit of weight now, there wasn't much left bar one chocolate bar and he opened it up with his grubby fat fingers and took a bite, the entire coat of his was stained with various bits of food as the fat raccoon just laid there at the back of the cave as he tried to move his leg again, it had healed but the weight he had put on had made it impossible for him to actually move, it was just too weak for him to put weight on it. Don slowly came to the realisation that there was nothing to be done now and so he ate throughout the winter, piled on the pounds, and crunched at the soft chocolate that had warmed up and was half melted as it dribbled down onto his fingers and chest with the rest of the food bits and pieces that littered about within his knotted fur. Slowly, the raccoon saw the big bear start to wake up again and he swallowed the last of the chocolate and just sat as he watched the large brown bear get up, stretched, and then turned to face the raccoon. "Oh yes, I remember now."

Don saw the bear move towards him and then the large mouth was right in front of him again as Dave prodded the large belly of the raccoon. "Nice of you to do as you were told." The big bear licked with his large tongue over the raccoon's face and smiled toothily at the other male. "Are you ready for your punishment now, thief?" Don nodded his head as he sighed. "Yes, I'm ready for what you have planned, I cannot escape, you have no food and you're hungry, so go ahead and just do it." The raccoon frowned as the large bear laughed and then held the sides of the raccoon head in his large paws and then showed his teeth. "Anyone you want me to look for a last message while I'm up for half the year?" Don shook his head at the bear. "I don't know anyone anymore." The big bear nodded. "Then you won't be missed." The bear then slowly opened his large maw and began to stuff the raccoon's head into it, as Don felt the warm moist mouth of the bear, the thick drool that coated his fur and the bear tasted the chocolate and other flavours from the snack, the raccoon didn't clean himself, allowing the bear to taste what was his in the first place. Pleased with this, the bear pushed the raccoon to the back of his mouth as the throat gripped about that snout and Don felt himself sliding down the fleshy slick walls of the ursine throat as that huge maw opened up wider to accommodate the chubby raccoon, the lips slipped over the broad shoulders as the raccoon felt the warmth of the bear cling all around him and he just closed his eyes, the raccoon enjoying the ride down to oblivion.

Dave gurgled around the fat raccoon as he pushed more of the male into his mouth, the bear was hungry as the two heard the gurgling stomach begging to be filled, the raccoon could smell the thick stench of stomach acid as he was pushed further down the food pipe, the muscles gripped and tugged him downwards as the bear continued to drool, thick globs of it fell down the sides of his mouth as he held the rest of the male body in his large hands, the raccoon slowly slipped into the stomach as he saw only blackness within, the stench of the acid bubbling away as he slowly felt that tight muscle ring open up as it pushed back his fur, the raccoon slipped into the bag of muscle as it began to warp about him, the rest of his body quickly followed as the bear pushed the foot paws into his large muzzle, closed his mouth and swallowed for the last time as he groaned happily. Don though was soon pushed completely into the stomach as he laid there in the pool of acid and slowly, the fumes made his head dizzy and the male raccoon went unconscious for the last time.

Later that day, the big bear walked into the bar as he looked at the regulars who had stopped talking, he grinned as he saw their scared terrified faces and he padded over to where the bar was and listened to the barstool creak. "An ale, make it a large one." Dave said to the fox behind the counter, he slowly turned around and looked at the regulars, his friends and he laughed, a big deep laugh as he patted his fat stomach. "Relax, I've eaten well so you're all safe, come and let's have a drink, a chat and you can tell me how the holidays went?" Slowly, his friends gathered round as his stomach gurgled, busy digesting the large meal he had earlier that day, all the time as he listened, the large bear paw just rested on his chubby belly and rubbed it as he helped the stomach move about the contents of what was once the raccoon thief and laughed to the tales of what happened last Christmas as he slept through it. When asked what he did, Dave gave a big grin, his sharp teeth glistened from the beer. "Well, I did have one visitor, who decided to stay for the winter." Dave retold the story as his friends listened, it was a good spring day and Dave was awake, alive and happy.