Day 12) Frozen
#12 of Voretober
This another fun lil horny blurb for day 12 of Voretober. I wanted to write some stuff involving Lynch a very lovely mera and friend. And well Pizza is myself, the weird little cannonical mess of a tiger lore wise. When the day is full of blinding light perhaps no one can see the sight of a meal that puts up a fight. cw: Anal Vore, Graphic Digestion, Disposal, Bones, Unwilling Prey
The hollow chill of the nightly air screamed through the wintery, white landscape. The tiger's teeth chattered as the billows of white fog veiled his surroundings. Pizza's yellow fur stuck out like a sore thumb in the heaping hues of blinding white. Lynch huddled up to the tiger giving Pizza a sense of warmth. Amongst the hellish cold the chimera provided a some sort of sense of comfort.
"G-God I am freezing my ass out here. Do you remember how the hell we even got in this mess? This weather is starting to get to my head, I just want to go back home." The tiger's teeth chattered against each other. His arms clasped tightly around himself.
"You know, that's a good question. Wasn't it your idea that we do this? 'An adventure outside would be fun' you said. 'There would be no way we would get lost from the tail end of a blizzard' you said. But here we are, kitty." Lynch smirked at the tiger teasing him for poor decision making.
Pizza looked at the chimera with a sorry excuse of a face of desperation. "Look, let's just go back the way we came. Better than going deeper into the unknown. But man, I'd give anything to feel warm again." The tiger sighed and turned around to face the tracks that were surprisingly still somewhat visible. "Look at that, we can go.." Thwump! The tiger's body splashed into the heaps of white snow as he was pushed into it! The tiger rapidly turned his body around to see what happened. Lynch's fat plump rear was descending towards his face! Pizza pushed against that fat ass and blushed firmly. "Now is not the time for a rimming session, we can go back...MPPPHH!" His words were ignored as the chimera's fat ring wrapped around the tiger's muzzle. The heat of those insides felt nice but Pizza didn't want to die. He could feel the air leaving him as his muzzle delved into that hole.
The tiger was certainly getting warmed up as his figure was shoved deeper into the twisting intestines. His bulging body writhed to fruitless affair as Lynch groaned indulgently. "Calm down, Pizza. I've got ya, kitty." His taunting voice bellowed out through the clenching warmth of those twisting tubes. The tiger crammed further inside as his lower torso began to vanish inside. "That's it, just like that." The chimera moaned as the last struggling half of the tiger fully slipped inside his ass. That cold sensation from within made Lynch's fur tingle as his meal was pushed into the caustic chamber. "Good kitty." Lynch mused while his stomach filled up with the tiger's form. "MPPHHH! MMMPGGHH! MMMPH!" The tiger thrashed and bashed violently against Lynch's stomach. The seeping acids splashed around Pizza's form, the enzymes eating away at his body. "Goodness, so noisy, you were the one saying you'd give anything to be warm again." Lynch smirks as his paws knead into the bulging ballooning belly.
Acids poured down like a waterfall and filled every orifice of Pizza's struggling body. He kept bobbing up to the surface of the sludge only to dunk back down. Reducing into a less defined shape. His body soon reduced into a heap of broken bones. The tiger's life snuffed out by the chimera's uncaring gut.
Hours later the warm, dry, coils of shit began to funnel out of the chimera's pucker. His squatting form dumping what remained of Pizza into the snow. Bones intertwined and meshed with clumps of fur. The tower of scat and bones made for a shitty looking shrine, the tiger's skull affixed atop of it as Lynch left it behind to find shelter from the snow.