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Ollie slid a pair of sunglasses down his snout as he stood out front of the Silk, a local nightclub that he bounced for occasionally. Today was an exceptionally frustrating night, absolutely full of unqualified people trying to sneak their way into the club, and the komodo dragon was quickly losing his patience with tonight's clientele. The latest bozo that he had to deal with was a short, sniveling little meerkat, whom he had already bounced twice today for "forgetting" his ID, then bringing one that was so painfully obviously not him that it almost got Oliver to chuckle.

A weak, trembling hand emerged from the hoodie that the meerkat was wearing, offering up something that at least looked accurate on the face of it. "H-here you are. For real this time." came the mongoose's voice as Oliver snatched the ID out of his hand, bringing it up to his eye level to scrutinize it for a little bit. Age checked out, photo, everything looked okay...but there was just something off about it. The way it felt in his hand. It didn't feel real to him. In fact, he probably could just...

Ollie reached a hand up towards the meerkat with his ID in the palm, ostensibly to give it back; but just as the meerkat reached for it...those strong reptilian fingers folded inward, CRUNCHing the fake up like the hobby-printed, paper-thin plastic that was. Almost immediately, before the meerkat could get away, he reached out with his other hand, grabbing the cheat by his collar and lifting him up in the air like the scoundrel he was. "Nice try. But you've wasted enough of my time now, jackass." Oliver rumbled in a deep, threatening voice, accentuating every one of his words with a squeeze of the meerkat's collar.

"A-agh! Okay! You got me! Just, let me go, and you won't see me ever again..." the meerkat started to beg, writhing around in the bouncer's grip and attempting to extricate himself from Oliver's hand, or at least make his hold a little less tight. He continued to plead for a few moments, before Oliver cut him off by tugging him forward. "Save it for my stomach, dumbass-"

Before the meerkat could object or really even process what Oliver had said, the bouncer had yanked him forward, the komodo dragon opening up his toothy, reptilian maw and shoving the kat straight inside! The monitor's jaws clamped shut instantly over the back of the meerkat's head, smothering the cries and struggles of the mongoose as he started to hork down the annoying little wench. Oliver winced as he felt the...unique flavor of the meerkat spread across his forked tongue...these troublemakers always had a sort of spice to them that was not always pleasant. But, Oliver had downed far worse before, and despite the clasped paws that were currently bapping against his blunt snout, there was no chance this meeting wouldn't end with a filled, squirmy komodo gut...

By now, the meerkat realized what was going on, and to put it simply, he was not a fan. Oliver's breath was incredibly pungent and warm, and that factor along with the constant movement around him and the slimy wetness of the bouncer's mouth was already starting to make him feel a bit nauseous. Which just made it easier for Oliver to shove more of the mongoose into his mouth, biting down every now and again with his teeth; not really to hurt or threaten the meerkat, but more just to keep him as in place as possible before he took a swallow, instantly sucking another third of his meal into his mouth and pushing the meerkat's head into slimy lizard gullet. Tight, unyielding, and eager to suck down the squirmy meal into a caustic, stinking chamber only fit for the most annoying patrons!

It was at this point that Oliver noticed another person out of the corner of his eye. A quite terrified-looking poodle, fur dyed a deep navy blue; but a face that Oliver recognized at the very least, and somebody he had allowed in several times. So, as nonchalantly as he could, Oliver stepped aside, pointing a thumb towards the door behind him as he tipped his head back and took another, much louder and more drawn-out swallow, almost as if he was trying to show off to the nervous poodle that quickly shuffled by him and into the club! At least most of the meerkat in his pouch-like throat was starting to disappear behind his staff shirt, though that same shirt would most likely be riding up on his tan gut once everything was said and done. Ah well. His break was coming soon, anyway...

With the twitching paws and tail of the troublemaker still sticking out of his cavernous mouth, Oliver turned around and headed back into the club himself. The pounding beats from the speaker system immediately ratcheted up in strength when he opened the door, something that always pissed Ollie off a little bit whenever he transitioned from inside to outside of the club...damn noise always gave him a killer headache. At least it was a bit quieter in the staff room. As Oliver turned off into a side hallway, he signaled to one of the other bouncers that flanked the entrance...though, what was sticking out of his mouth was probably more than enough of a signal for the tiger to understand him! Oliver's break lined up perfectly with this incident, but bouncers were also actively discouraged from bouncing while having clearly eaten someone. It was just a little bit too effective at scaring away customers...!

Ollie slid into the break room a few moments later, finding it to be completely empty. He didn't really care if there were people around, but it would be nice to have the ability to converse with his meal as it melted down inside of him. The komodo THUMPED his gut onto a table in front of him before pulling a chair out, eliciting some choice words from the meerkat currently stewing in his rank stomach...though, he obviously had a few more pressing matters to attend to right now!

Being inside of Oliver's stomach was...unpleasant, to say the absolute least. The constantly-moving walls assaulted and pushed at the meerkat from every possible angle, making it impossible for him to find any real solid ground in the thick soup that he was immersed in. Mostly featureless chyme and enzymes, but a few bits of still semi solid...whatever Oliver had eaten earlier floating around in there. The stuff smelled sickeningly sweet and acidic, and it made the meerkat's eyes water to the point where he kept them closed most of the time; it wasn't like he would be able to see anything in here, anyway. And to top it all off, the meerkat had to constantly deal with taunts and teases from the dragon that had downed him so easily! "Ugh. You think you were going to score in here smelling and tasting like that? At least put some cologne on." Ollie complained as he scraped his tongue with his teeth, trying to get the taste of meerkat out of his mouth. He looked around the break room for anything that could help, eyes soon aligning on a minifridge...

The meerkat continued to kick and punch around inside of his caustic prison as Oliver got up and made his way over to the minifridge, cracking open a can of soda with a delightful *fzzzz...* before taking a few hearty gulps of the caramel-colored fluid! The meerkat heard these swallows from above, deep and loud and bassy, and the sound honestly caught him a bit off guard. What came next, though, was going to shock the meerkat quite a bit. Suddenly, the sphincter above him opened up and dumped all of that sticky, sweet, cold soda onto his head, the bubbly elixir quickly dispersing into the stomach sludge that surrounded the meerkat, though not before putting him in an even worse mood than he was already!

The weird stomach noises continued as Oliver sat back down, the komodo immediately feeling something coming back up from the soda he had just gulped down. A few seconds later, his lips were blasted open by a loud, raucous *bhuUUUuuurrrrppphhh* that bounced off of the walls of the empty staff lounge! "Mmh. That's a little bit better. Now keep it down in there, unless you want another shower..." Oliver followed up, smacking his lips to see if the soda had improved the meerkat's flavor at all. He certainly liked it coming back up a bit more than going down, which was a strange thing to say...but at least one side of this arrangement was enjoying it a bit more now.

The thick stew that the meerkat was bathing in only got more and more gross over time, the sweet soda adding to the noxious odor that already persisted inside of Oliver's sour stomach. The sludge was already coming up to the meerkat's shoulders as he curled up inside, and every time he kicked or struggled, those walls would only clench in tighter, pushing the gloopy mess even further up his body. Eugh. He might have been foul-tasting to the bouncer, but his taste was nothing compared to what he had to deal with in here!

"Ahhhh...there ya go. Sink in enough so I can hide you under my shirt, break's almost over." Ollie commented as he sipped away the last of his soda, standing up and feeling the pleasant sloshing in his gut now that the meerkat was a bit more...acclimated to his surroundings. Even though Oliver was a ravenous predator of a komodo, his stomach would still take quite a while to process the huge meal that it had been given, and he couldn't just hide in the break room forever! He had a good 4 hours before his shift was over, and even by then, the meerkat would probably still be semi-solid in his guts. Though conscious and awake, that would be another question...

The meerkat felt his prison starting to slosh and sway once more as Ali got back to his feet, heading into the chaotic, noisy environment of the club once more. He hadn't been able to move his legs in so long, but they were starting to tingle and fall asleep...or maybe those were the komodo's digestive enzymes, he wasn't sure. Either way, it wasn't exactly a comforting sensation; but at least it was too dark in here for him to see any of the fur melting off of his body or the goop it was becoming. God, every step Oliver took was churning him up like butter in here, so hard to move, to push out and try to get the bouncer to cough him up, or even to alert staff...it wasn't like they would help the meerkat out, though. At worst, the bouncer's boss would tell Oliver to go home and sleep him off privately.

The komodo's gut got a few more awkward glances throughout his shift, some light movement still being visible under the layers of fat and fabric, but Oliver's stern gaze and intimidating bulk was more than enough to silence any curious cats. By the time those 4 hours had passed, Oliver was more than able to pass his gut off as simply a larger-than-normal lunch, and not an overwhelmingly large, squirmy on-the-job snack...the meerkat inside had been thoroughly mulched up into stomach soup; even his clothes had melted down into the uniform slosh, a testament to how strong Oliver's stomach really was! After a short, quiet commute, the reptile arrived home with a gurgling in his lower guts and a hankering to sleep off the rest of his meal. By morning, that annoying meerkat would be nothing more than another layer of fat on his tan tummy, joining the few other weirdos he had scarfed down over the years...