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“Phew, that was a tough fight eh, Neptune!?” Wendell’s tongue was hanging out of his jaws. That gray furred wolf looked at his bullet ridden jacket. He huffed and panted, clutching to his knees.

A nervous smile cracked on Neptune’s face. The blue bird puffed out his chubby chest. “Ha they were barely a challenge!” He patted the wolf’s back. Wendell’s eyes clenched and he nodded.

“Well uh, I don’t mean to be rude but I did most of the work!” The wolf proudly puffed out his chest. In spite of his weakened state that bubbly attitude stayed strong.

“I was there for emotional support, bud! I’ll do some more fighting when I uh, get a super good weapon! Yeah all I need is a good weapon!” Neptune nervously chuckled. Yet Wendell’s idle stare almost seems thoughtless. It took a moment for Wendell to squint his eyes. His muzzle folded backward, flashing his teeth.

“You know buddy, Oscar taught me two things recently, vore and lying! It's very rude to lie to people, especially me! And he told me to eat rude people.” Wendell’s maw opened up, saliva clung thinly to his pink and fleshy maw. Those slick strands wobbled as he lunged toward Neptune. That wet maw grew closer to him.

GLRK! ULP! GLRK! ULP! Every wet sound assaulted the blue bird’s senses, unable to have enough time to fight back. Neptune’s very grabable waist was clutched onto tightly by Wendell’s firm grip. The bird thrashed when he got a moment to process his upper body being crammed into that tight throat.

Every tight slip felt like his bones were about to snap in two. His beak pressed against the sphincter into the stomach with no time to spare. A wet SCHLRP and the rest of Neptune’s figure was shoved into that compact stomach.

Flesh around every inch of his body, vice-like, cramped, claustrophobic. From the outside there was a visible bulge of his form. "Uhh, I don't mean to be rude. And sorry for saying this, but gee, you tasted horrible!" Wendell huffed as his hands held over his gut. A CRUNCH bellowed out, the blue bird’s legs started to snap inward toward his chest. Those walls were like a compactor, squeezing tighter and tighter.

Wendell huffed and rubbed over his shrinking stomach. “I don’t mean to be rude but could you hurry up on the whole dying thing? I don’t want to be caught in the storm!” The wolf puffed out an exhausted breath. In spite of his attempts to run, all the poor wolf could manage was a jog.

It burned inside that caustic pit, Neptune’s eyes watered as he was in far too much pain to close them. The stinging vapor robbed him of sight, burning the bird’s eyes out. He wanted to beg to be let out yet those churning juices kept pouring into his lungs. Crushed even harder, SNAP the bird’s right arm twisted in an angle it shouldn’t have. Numbness mixed with a stinging agony, Neptune’s strength was being sapped away.

“Grrr, come on, you can only be so much of a dead weight!” The wolf looked at himself with a sense of shock. As if not even he expected his frustration to reach that point. Gagging on the acrid air, the bird’s life was slipping into oblivion. Yet Wendell was far more concerned with how he worded that. “Sorry about that, I really gotta get going so it would be super swell of you to just die and accept your fate, m’kay?” The wolf patted his mostly skinny gut.

GLCRNCH and all of those fragile bird bones shattered into pieces. Neptune’s body was a mess of sinew, slime, and broken bones.No chance to scream, no chance to be heard, crushed by a fleshy compactor.

There was barely anything resembling the blue bird in the aftermath. Meat was churning much quicker now that it had been pressed down into something much less alive. Chyme sloshed around burning away the bit of chub Wendell sported.

There was no longer a corpse that lingered within the stewing cauldron of the wolf’s stomach. Bones were snapped and churned into the bubbling mire. Flesh and meat was long gone, not even a single feather survived those greedy enzymes. Dead, erased, gone, there was only Wendell now. His eyes wandered and patted his abs with a smirk.

“Phew! Now all I gotta do is win this thing and maybe I can get a kiss from Oscar. Hope he doesn’t mind the bad taste on my tongue.” The wolf tapped his claws against his chins. It imitated the notion of thought but there really wasn’t anything going on in there.

There certainly were no thoughts happening in his caustic gut, every last piece of worthless protein was already being pumped through his intestines. That corpse had been barely nutritious in the slightest. A low growl was already aching from the wolf’s gut once more. A soft whine ached from Wendell’s lips. “Okay okay, I will eat more, sheesh.”

In the end Wendell won his match no thanks to the corpse that was likely to be heading out within a day or so. That mushy heap of meat wasn’t even useful in death. That wolf would win a much better prize than any old trophy. A personalized visit to a very special man.

“Mmmn, you were a very good wolf I heard. Finally learned how to do it all by yourself, eh? I’d say I would be impressed but a wolf like you already had it in you. Yet, your potential has yet to reach its peak.” Oscar gave the wolf a wily smirk. That tiger traced a finger along those abominable muscles.

“What do you mean by that, handsome?” Wendell’s tail wagged as he blushed.

“Join me. I wish for you to be my partner. I’ll show you how you can get a body like mine.” Oscar grabbed the wolf’s cheek and peppered it with a kiss.