Day 10) Rage
#10 of Voretober
This is for Vortober day 10) Rage This features Ishnall a very hungry gnoll that belongs to ackartthefox and of course Pizza who is myself what happens when you get mad at an angry gnoll, you get rekt anyway enjoy this weird poem thing! CW Oral Vore Digestion Bone Belching
Ishnall, a gnoll who took a toll in the shape of his sunken stomach as it bulged and squirmed. His internal meal fought and thrashed against the thick walls but it didn't seem to matter at all.
Pizza yelled at him "How dare you slosh and churn my friend. They were my life to end." The tiger tried to pretend he wasn't blushing. Hearing that stomach mushing and slushing his friend.
Ishnall was wondering what was going on at all. The tiger shouted but he couldn't pretend to care. All that was there was a shouting meal that spouted their anger with flare.
Pizza yelled again. "Are you even listening to me!? They were mine!" The tiger pouted and shouted. His fists curled up tight ready for a furious fight. Yet his pants were clung tight. Something calling him deeper into that slobbery maw. Perhaps his lusty mind was right.
The gnoll scratched his chin and remembered the stomach that served such delicate delights into stomach slurry tonight. "Not much ya can do now, yer friend is gnoll chow."
The tiger grumbled and punched the gnoll's stomach in frustration. The feline's foolish retaliation. "Spit them out. I bet with enough luck I can pluck some flavor left behind." Perhaps the tiger too was blind as the gnoll would soon remind that his throat could put the cat in a bind.
Slobbery jaws of drooling apparel, those warm lips slipped around the tiger putting Pizza in peril. The gnoll needed no more goading that stomach's stench foreboding for the frenzied feline. Ishnall's tall neck bulged and writhed, the tiger's slender winged size surmised into bumpy shapes.
Tunneling and twisting, the tiger figure persisted in his body's destination. The stomach's welcoming maceration. His head peered into the searing cauldron. It bubbled and boiled and the friend had become a broiled lunch. Not much remained of that friend except bones that slumped and clattered. Pizza's body splashed and splattered as those bones shattered. "Wait, I am sorry about my fury! My blind flurry of emotions. I promise a deep devotion if you spit me out of this acidic ocean!"
Ishnall couldn't care one bit, not at all. Meat all the same, and meat shall fall into the deep oblivion of the belly walls. Acidic and burning the tiger's churning was no more graceful than his friend's fall. The crushing compilation, the stomach's violent annihilation of the tiger. His body sloughed away into the same hunk of bones. There would be no back-outs, no loans of mercy.
Ishnall's throat thrummed and drummed up a deep gastric belch. A pair of skulls squelched out from his black lips. A violent blow in the form of a lethal kiss. The heap of bones splattered on the ground. Nothing quite profound, tiger and friend lost to stomach acids, never found.