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She's like a white hill moving through the crowd. A great swell of fur and muscle, moving with eerie silence on four massive legs. The better part of a ton of polar bear strides through the market, drawing only the rare curious glance. This is Monstertown. A polar bear in the market is barely a novelty, and that because she's a guard officer.

Captain Landry is a werebear, or maybe a bearwere if the rumors are true. What's the difference? A werebear is a human who turns into a bear. A bearwere is the opposite. If the stories are true she was born as a bear, grew as a bear, and if she has a human form at all she uses it only on the rarest of occasions.

She stands up on her hindpaws for a moment to look around, matching the height of a nearby hill giant and looming over the humans and human-shaped smaller creatures nearby. She's still fully a bear but if she wanted she could become more or less humanoid. That much of her Were nature is certain since you've seen both of those forms.

You push past a group of gnolls arguing in their snarling native tongue. Captain Landry doesn't see you and in the press of the market crowd you'd suddenly close enough to touch her. You've been waiting for your chance and your hand darts out.

Squelch! You've groped plenty of women, but normally you're lucky to get a couple of fingers in their sex before its time to disappear into the crowd. Captain Landry isn't most women. You ram your whole forearm into the damp purple folds of polar bear snatch and she jumps.

The only thing that keeps her from whipping around and squashing you under a mighty paw is her concern for the crowd. You know you have a second to enjoy the warmth and slickness of polar bear sex and you do. This is your mistake and you pay for it.

Instead of whirling around and sending people flying she turns slowly. There's plenty of time to pull your hand from the sucking wetness of her snatch and you do. Or at least you try to. An instant after you shove your hand in, her stubby little tail twitches and the white fur of her haunches shudders. You see the purple star of her asshole clench and the same thing happens a foot below it. The smooth wet flesh of her sex clamps down hard on your forearm and though you tug with all your might, her snatch holds you arm fast as a massive forepaw reaches for you.

You almost manage to pull your arm free. Tight though its grip is, her pussy's lubricating fluids make it slippery. It's the pneumatic grip of the thing that keeps you from escaping. You press your free hand against her furry haunch and, pull with all your might but your forearm reappears only reluctantly and before you can escape a forepaw half the size of your entire chest wraps around you. Only then does her sex release its vice-like grip and let your forearm slide back out.

"Whole people have been in there," she growls. There is a creak and pop as she changes shape. Legs lengthen, her body gradually assumes a vaguely humanoid shape and the forepaw, which already possessed a furry thumb, wraps more tightly around you as it sprouts proper fingers. It retains the cruel black claws. Ten feet and fifteen hundred pounds of polar bear stands up in the crowd, lifting you effortlessly from your feet. "Is that what you wanted? For me to suck you in?"

You shake your head wordlessly. You've been working the market for weeks, picking pockets for cash and groping women when the urge to do go got too strong to resist. Your hand was come back scented by twenty different species of pussy by now. Now your arm is slick and wet and fragrant with polar bear juices but getting caught was definitely not part of the plan.

"Is this him," Captain Landry booms, and lifts you above the sea of heads. Humans, goblins, kobolds, various Maker's People like the little praka raccoonfolk chatter and point. Quite a few are distracted by the sudden swell of polar bear boobs she lacks in her feral form but there is still a chorus of affirmatives.

"He's the one," snarls a seven-foot-tall spotty gnoll woman. "Couple of days ago he groped me and ran off. I'm pretty sure, anyway. Humans all look the same to me."

"It's him," declares a very fat human woman. A praka woman a quarter her weight nods and points. You had to kneel almost double to get your fingers into the four-foot-tall raccoon yesterday. Normally you rely on your hood to not be recognized but that was the first thing the polar bear took away when she grabbed you. You have cologne to conceal your scent from the keener noses but it's of little use when you get caught wet-handed.

One voice after another is raised, a male gnoll (in your defense, it's hard to tell a male from a female gnoll apart unless the female is especially busty), more humans, a centaur women you remember fondly from a few days back. Horse pussy. There's no substitute. The problem is you can't just sneak off and use your damp fingers to jack off. Everyone can see you and a city guard captain has you in her mighty paw.

"I expected he wouldn't be able to resist," she growls. "That's why I was on all fours." Her pitiless gaze returns to you. Even in her vaguely humanoid form the polar bear's eyes are like black marbles. "You have a problem. One incident I could forgive, more would earn you fines. As many as you've committed, you warrant more than that. And then you groped me. Assaulting a guard officer."

You half expect her to eat you on the spot. Instead she moves through the crowd. The market is a maze of shops, booths, trade wagons and hawkers selling their wares. She knows it intimately and soon disappears into a alley at the edge of the market.

"So," she rumbles as you find yourself alone with her. Unconsciously she adjusts her leather harness with her free hand. The harness fits her humanoid body as easily as it did her feral form, aided by a small magic. You've seen her in full armor, but today she only wears the harness, and that just to carry her captain's star. In retrospect you should have suspected she was trying to lure you in. Why else would she be lumbering around on all fours with her pussy hanging out for all to see? And it worked, too. You could no more resist the lure of that Purple snatch than iron filings could resist a magnet.

You just couldn't help yourself and look where it got you. With her free hand she grips your shirt with rips it from your body with an effortless tug. Her claws dig into your pants and with a tug they are gone, too. She tugs your boots off with a two-fingered grip and all that's left is the few scraps of clothing her gripping paw trapped against your body.

"Let me show you what I do to people who grab my ass," she rumbles. "It's an appropriate punishment."

"But -" you protest in what turns out to be an appropriate complaint. She shifts her feet farther apart, and a long thick arm carries you downward. Your ass thumps hard against the dirty flagstones and you look up at the massive polar bear ass coming down atop you.

You got a good look at the purple-black star of her asshole earlier. You get an even better view as she sits on you. The purple star of polar bear taint is suddenly all too close and then with a wet squelch everything goes dark.

Assholes aren't really your thing. Sadly, she doesn't care. The enormous weight of the werebear crushes down on you and her hand holds you in place so it's impossible to squirm out of the way. A foot farther forward and you'd be sliding into her damp purple folds but instead you go headfirst up her ass. Her hand lets go and with a husky grunt she sits down on the flagstones. Her ass cheeks squeeze your arms tight against your sides as she flops down and suddenly you're to the hips in polar bear asshole. There was simple nowhere else for you to go.

It's smelly in here. That's no surprise, really. Maybe colons are self cleaning as the saying goes and luckily hers is currently empty but the wet folds of large intestine wrapped around you have a certain all too familiar scent. The few sips of air in here smell like a giant fart.

Captain Landry grinds her ass against the ground and forces even more of you into her sphincter. There's no resisting her vast weight. If you hadn't slipped in here her butt would have snapped your bones like matchsticks. That would have made a mess. There's no mess now, just the stink of polar bear ass as you slide ever deeper.

Your hips pop past her asshole into the wet folds of her colon and she leans forward. You feel her weight shift as she goes to all fours and arches her back. The polar bear lets out a shuddering groan and your eyes go wide in the stinking darkness as her bowels shift around you.

Things are supposed to come out of assholes. They may briefly go in, but that is not their natural place. It is definitely unnatural for her bowels to grip down, ripple over you, and suck you in. With a suddenly slurp you're up her ass to the knees.

You're not surprised that she's capable of swallowing a man whole. She's huge and she's a Were. They are unnaturally flexible. You are, however, surprised she can eat you with her asshole. Landry shudders, groans, and there's nothing left of you outside but a kicking set of feet.

This is all wrong! You swear and struggle, but a massively thick layer of polar bear squeezes in from all sides. The hot folds of bear colon trap your arms to your sides and other than a few scraps of shirt you're stark naked. You have no weapons, no way to defend yourself as the long tube of intestine moves over you. Stinking folds slide past your face and you feel the clench of her asshole as it closes around your toes. There is a last touch of blessedly cool air and then just the hot press of polar bear guts all around you. You're stretched out helplessly in her large intestine, alive only thanks to a few breaths of foul-scented air sucked in with you.

There is a creak and groan around you and she changes shape once more. You know what's happening. She only needed her humanoid form to talk to the crowd and carry you more conveniently. There's no need for it now that you've disappeared neatly up her ass and she falls to all fours, assuming once more her feral form.

Captain Landry grunts and shudders. She likes having you in here. Some people really like having things shoved up their asses. She apparently likes having whole people in here and you're in no position to protest. You can only hope she tires of the game and squeezes you back out before you run out of air.

She's so huge you barely make her belly droop. The bulge doesn't inconvenience her at all as she steps forward. A thick layer of polar bear and the thump of her bulge drumming through you blots out nearly all outside noise, but you think you just barely hear the clamor of the market. Captain Landry is still on duty. Having a man up her ass doesn't stop her from continuing her rounds.

You feel her pause and hear her rumble as she talks, checking in with some shopkeeper. It is when she stops moving for a moment that you realize that as bad as things are, they can get worse.

Wrapped in polar bear flesh and fur you can feel her movements, and you sense how she deliberately plants a hindpaw and flexes that leg. The force of her great rump muscle squeezes her innards ever so slightly, and then she groans low in her throat and tenses her belly muscles.

It's as though she's having a bowel movement, but in reverse. Her intestine squeezes you, but instead of forcing you out the way you came her well-practiced belly muscles send you sliding the other way. Intestine unfolds over your face as you slip deeper in the wrong direction. The new tightness of the fleshy folds makes you think you are leaving her colon and moving into the longer, tighter small intestine. Unfortunately, if she can do that, if she can keep pushing you deeper, there is only one possible destination.

Squeezed nearly into helplessness but now horribly aware of your probable fate, you begin to squirm and kick. It doesn't save you. She chuckles, aware of your efforts to escape, but each time she stops to talk to someone she tenses her belly once more.

Captain Landry continues her rounds, pausing to talk to passers-by, as bit by bit she pulls you upward through her intestines. Bit by bit you slide closer to the gurgling void of her stomach. The good news is that the stink isn't as bad. Instead of a giant fart you smell bile now. The intestinal walls are covered with a multitude of tiny bumps, tiny villi that absorb her food after her stomach as broken it down.

It's all backwards. You're supposed to get to this point second, not first, and the colon should be the last place you visit.

You squirm, using up maybe your last breath of foul-scented air as your face presses against a fleshy obstruction. You hear the hot, waiting gurgle on the other side of the valve. It's taken the polar bear half an hour to work you up through her intestinal tract but you're almost to your destination. Soon now you'll start the trip back the way you came, once her digestive juices have their say.

She must know you're on your last legs because she finds a quiet spot to gloat. Even through her thick muscle and flesh you can hear her talk and if she works on it, she can even make herself understood.

"Most people who get swallowed don't get out the way they got in," she rumbles. "You will. It's just that you'll look a little different coming out than you did going in."

The sphincter opens and you use your last breath to let out an inarticulate scream as you slide into her stomach. She hears you and chuckles.

No one else hears your last scream. There's too much polar bear in the way. She continues on her rounds, belly twitching as your last desperate struggle makes it sway. Used to her weird feeding habits, her stomach was full of sloshing acid by the time you arrived. With only a few scraps of clothing to protect you there is never any doubt as to what will happen now.

The market-goers don't know what is happening. They just see the massive bear captain keeping the peace. They've probably already forgotten you, the serial groper who caused so much heartache. Even Captain Landry doesn't need to worry about you any more. Her stomach's got this covered. You thrash in the hot acid, but your struggles are brief. You long since exhausted yourself trying to squirm free of her hungry intestines.

You experienced it all in reverse. Sucked into her asshole, pulled through her colon and up through her intestines, now you'll see it all the way nature intended. Her gastric juices will break you down, her small intestine will absorb everything useful, and soon enough what used to be you will gather in her colon, waiting to visit the world once more.

She was right, after all. You, and your scraps of clothing, will get back out of her body the same way you got in. It's just that you'll look a little different coming out than you did going in.