Hide and Go Eat (Vore Story)
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"Are you ready to start?"
The booming, deep voice of V'exton overwhelmed Z'axik's hearing. The Utahrapcis had found himself caught by the much larger Tyrannax, and had expected to spend the next few hours stewing in its gizzard; but instead, the Tyrannax had a much more interesting proposition! He told the Rapcis about a little game he had created, something called "Hide and Go Eat". The gist was this: V'exton would let his potential meal go, and give him 5 minutes to hide somewhere in the dense forests or wide plains of the ringworld. If the Tyrannax could not find Z'axik within an hour, he was free to go; but if he were to be caught, he would experience the same fate he was momentarily dodging.
It wasn't exactly a favorable deal, but the Utahrapcis recognized that he was being given a bit of clemency, and he agreed. Now he was staring his potential predator right in the snout, the much larger dinosaur graciously leaning down to speak at his level as he gave the signal...
"GO!"
Z'axik sprinted past the Tyrannax as soon as he heard the signal, the much more nimble and speedy Rapcis instantly disappearing into the brush. He would have to run and think for the whole five minutes to use his time most efficiently; even if he didn't have any good candidates for hiding spots, at the very least, he would put a lot of distance between him and V'exton!
The Rapcis burst through the brush, sprinted through the forest, looking each and every way for a place to hide. He saw so many potential candidates, caves, holes in trees, but none of them seemed smart enough. There was no way It was the first time the Tyrannax had done something like this; he probably knew the surrounding area by heart, and found many meals in the same hiding spots he was considering!
The minutes passed. Z'axik knew he had very little time to make a decision. And as he made his way to the plains, it seemed like hiding spots were few and far between. The only thing that he saw, other than the endless horizon, was a grazing Styracsis...and, as he approached the grazing onehorn, he started to get an idea.
It was simply insane, and it was genius in its insanity. The onehorn was quite larger than him, and as the rapcis approached this beast, he saw that his cloaca was more than large enough for him to fit inside! It was a gross thought, to be sure, but to escape the digestive system of one beast, he might have to take advantage of another...
Z'axik continued his approach, trying not to make any sudden movements or sounds to alert the beast to his presence. There were a few close calls, but eventually the Rrapcis was able to slide underneath the styracsis's tail, the wide, tight cloaca mere feet from his snout. He peered his neck around the dinosaur's side, waiting for him to lean down and get a mouthful of grass before starting his plunge...shlrrp!
Z'axik practically drove into that tight, wet tunnel, wanting to get the process of consumption over as quickly as possible. He stuck his head in, snout first, feeling the flesh we flexibly clench around him as he tried to press deeper. The fluid inside the chamber was quite thick and sticky, almost like a sort of resin, making it a bit more difficult for Z'axik to push himself deeper inside the beast's bowels at a reasonable pace.
The onehorn almost yelped at the sudden intrusion in his backside! He certainly didn't expect any creature to shove themselves up inside of him like that while he was grazing. This styracsis's name was S'arkil, and while is diet mostly consisted of plant material, he didn't shy away from a wiggling meal every now and then; especially when they practically gave themselves to him! As he felt the rapcis eagerly burrowing deeper into his belt, he started to formulate an idea...
The slick saliva, or whatever it was, inside S'arkil's cloaca was making it difficult for Z'axik to squirm inside of his impromptu hiding spot, but that didn't stop the little ingenious rapcis from trying. His legs braced him firmly against the ground as he pressed deeper, feeling the cloaca starting to wrap around his midsection. Luckily, he had thrust his arms forward, otherwise they would be stuck at his sides as that wet, earthy embrace continued to claim him; but with his arms instead in front of him, he could pull himself even deeper! The walls around him certainly cooperated, clenching naturally every few moments and pulling a couple more inches of the rapcis into the maze of bowels, but Z'axik was certainly the driving force for the whole affair!
Eventually, he got enough of his body inside that he could leverage his weight somewhat, picking his legs up off the ground as his waist was slurped inside. All throughout this, the styracsis was grazing, trying the best he could to not alert his visitor that wanted him inside! He couldn't stop his body from clenching every now and then, but that wouldn't really matter until all of his potential meal was tucked into his bowels. He could tell, though, that he didn't have much left to go; Z'axik was just a wiggling pair of clawed feet at this point, the rapcis having succeeded in his crazy idea...he didn't know that he would be going much deeper than he would like to, though!
Z'axik felt those tight, wet walls slowly envelop his feet, the rapcis putting in the last bit of work he needed to complete his hiding. She let out a long breath as the last of his body is pulled inside, somewhat amazed that the crazy plan he had actually ended up working! He pressed a hand into the squishy flesh surrounding him, noticing that it had the slightest bit of give and adjusting his position to be a bit more comfortable. "Well...this is gross." he commented, trying to only breathe through his mouth. The smell inside the chamber was a lot more musty and earthy than anything else, but he didn't particularly enjoy it! "Just an hour and then I can get out of here..." he thought, already counting the seconds in his head as a way to stay comfortable in this most unusual home.
The home he had selected had something else in mind, however. S'arkil felt the wiggling in his rear start to subside as the rapcis finished cramming himself inside; and the styracsis knew that his unexpected visitor was past the point of no return. He grunted, preparing himself up and go through the laborious process of sucking someone deeper into his ass! Thankfully, his gizzard was not too far away, so he wouldn't have to work too much before his body got a hold of his meal and told it deeper naturally. He waited a few minutes for his meal to stop squirming around inside, before he clenched his muscles tight!
He felt the rapcis crammed inside of his rear squirming up a storm as he was dragged further into the onehorn's digestive tract against his own will! "That's what you get for fooling around down there..." the sty responded as he continued pulling his meal deeper, feeling him starting to navigate the maze of his bowels. Meanwhile, Z'axik was freaking out!
"No no no no no no NO!" he cried as he tried to push his way back out of the bowels, but that powerful, wet clenching motion was only dragging him deeper. And that thick, coarse drool, if that's what it was, was sticking to him and making it quite hard to escape...
All this meant that, despite his best efforts, Z'axik was due for a trip through S'arkil's slimy, tight guts. He still tried to wiggle his way out, do anything that would try and delay or reverse the course he was heading on, but the body of the much larger sty simply overpowered him. And S'arkil? Why, he went on grazing like nothing had happened, knowing that his impromptu meal would be arriving in his gizzard very soon...
At least it was not pitch black for Z'axik. The sty's innards glowed a bright yellow, letting him see what was ahead at the very least; although it was mostly an endless sea of yellow. It did let him see when his trip was about to come to an end, though; his snout arrived at a tightly closed sphincter, which slowly yawned open to accept the meal it had been given as S'arkil continued clenching the rapcis deeper. His head poked out into the gizzard not much longer afterwards, at least enjoying the extra wiggle room the slimy chamber offered. It was a long and arduous process, but eventually, the sphincter took in his whole body, closing behind his feet and leaving the rapcis curled up deep within the belly of the beast...
Thankfully, most of the grazing the sty had done was still in the crop, otherwise he would be bathing in a slurry of grass and shoots. There still was some sludge in the gizzard, but it was manageable; but the rapcis was much more interested in getting out of here! He tried turning around and prying open the sphincter and trying to go back the way he came, but despite his best efforts, it barely budged. He tried to squirm and push against the gizzard walls, but the scales on the outside were quite stretchy, and took all the blows he could give in stride. Seemed like this herbivore was equipped to devour a lot more than grass...
S'arkil smirked as he felt the little rapcis squirming away in his belly. He knew that within a few minutes, his meal would start to digest; he had seen much more powerful struggles in the past, and those strugglers all ended up the same way: belly fat. So, the rapcis could kick and punch and claw as much as he wanted, but he was onehorn food! He wasn't struggling for much longer, though. Z'axik could already feel a warm tingling spreading all over his body, the fluids in the chamber starting to rise; he knew digestion was beginning. He was already tired from struggling so much, but as those fluids worked their way into his scales and skin, it sapped his strength even more. The rapcis gave a few more cursory struggles, but eventually, he couldn't take it anymore. He slumped against the belly walls, the gizzard eagerly starting to massage and rub at its meal as he started to melt away...HhhhuuuUUUuuurrrrppp...
That belch echoed through the plains, travelling for what seems like miles. Every creature in the vicinity knew what had happened; someone had just met a gurgly fate. Although, most of those who were close enough thought it was from the tyrannax stomping his way through the plane, and not the docile sty! Yes, it absolutely had been more than five minutes, and now V'exton was on the hunt. He had checked all the usual spots, and had found nothing; so he knew he was dealing with a craftier sort of meal. He still resolved to put the rapcis in his place, though! And that's what led him to the plains; it was in the direction he had seen the rapcis take off. A hefty bet, but one that he thought would pay off.
The only other creature in the plain was a onehorn, slightly smaller than the tyrannax, but still quite a stocky beast. The tyrannax could have easily ignored the sty and went on his way, but considering he seemed to be the only other creature around, he figured he would ask about the little rapcis...
"Excuse me! Sorry to bother you, but I just had a question. Have you seen a little rapcis walk by here, maybe five or ten minutes ago?" he asked sincerely, hoping for the onehorn to respond instead of run away! The sty stood there for a couple moments in thought, wondering what he should say to respond. He certainly had seen the rapcis, but instead of passing by, he was currently passing through his digestive tract...
"Why, yes I have! In fact, I can show you where he went, as well..." the sty said, figuring he could use the advantage of trust to get another, much larger meal today! It was a brave idea, to say the least...
"Oh, really! Where would that be? the tyrannax replied, already eager to continue his chase. His head darted from left to right, trying to make a guess on what direction the onehorn would point him in. "I'll show you, just close your eyes..." S'arkil replied, the tyrannax complying, closing his eyes with an almost childlike smile spreading across his snout...
S'arkil couldn't believe how easy this was to pull off. He slowly spread his jaws wide, impossibly wide, trying not to make any noise that would alert V'exton to his scheme. Strands of sticky saliva snapped in his mouth as it opened wide, getting ready to fit the entirety of V'exton's snout in his mouth...and then, they slammed shut, like a vice grip. Those jaws had managed to encroach their way all the way up to the tyrannax's forehead, leaving V'exton with nothing but darkness as he opened his eyes wide in shock. S'arkil heard some muffled complaints from inside of his mouth, but he knew that with his build and his ability to hold his ground, the big lizard was going nowhere but down. Unlike a normal tyrannosaurus ,V'exton had quite long arms, and they flailed around underneath him, trying to find some sort of purchase on this surprise predator, but S'arkil planted himself firmly on the ground, as solid as a rock. Before the tyrannax could struggle anymore, he took a thick, powerful swallow, sucking the tyrannax's entire head into his throat! Considering he was a quadruped, S'arkil would have to rely entirely on the strength of his throat to get this large, thrashing meal down in its place, but with the head out of the way, he had the most difficult part finished up...
V'exton was confused about what was happening up until he felt the rippling swallows all around his head. He had been tricked! And by a onehorn, no less! He thrashed and struggled and pressed up against the greedy herbivore, trying to stabilize himself against the predator so he could pull his head out, but once the throat grabbed ahold of him, he could barely do anything to dislodge himself. No, the apex predator could only wiggle and whine as the onehorn worked his jaws over his neck, holding his ground firmly as he fed. His beak-like mouth did a good job of clamping tight around V'exton's neck, the strength of the onehorn being put on display as he slowly lifted the tyrannax off the ground, more and more of him disappearing down a hungry gullet with a series of glrrks and glrrups! The onehorn cracked a smile as his jaws slid over those powerful arms, trapping them at the tyrannax's sides, consuming the last real line of defense he had. As V'exton was lifted in the air, he kicked his claws around the best he could, trying to find some sort of hit, but even if he did, the tough hide of S'arkil would take it in stride...
The ample meal bulged out S'arkil's throat to an almost grotesque amount. He had never tried to swallow anything this large and rough before! He was surprised his body was taking it as easily and simply as it was; he expected much more of a struggle when he tried something this ambitious. But here he was, half of a tyrannax sliding down into his gizzard, the other half dangling out of his mouth, occasionally wriggling, but obviously defeated. It was delicious, in more ways than one! The onehorn could have held his meal in his crop for a while, but he wanted to get straight to the gizzard, so as the tyrannax's head started to poke out into his crop, he continued to swallow rapidly to push him straight through. Those kicking legs eventually folded back as more and more of the torso disappeared into S'arkil's beak, leaving the last of the apex predator ready to be slurped up like a noodle...
Which is exactly what S'arkil did. As he felt his belly starting to sag on to the floor of the plains, his scales generously stretching to accommodate the massive meal he had claimed, his lips started to purse, and he went about gobbling up the rest of the Tyrannax. Those clawed feet disappeared into his mouth like nothing, and soon all that was left was the tyrannax's long, lithe tail. He could feel V'exton being emptied out into his gizzard, the Tyrannax thrashing and kicking as the large chamber held him tight, the tyrannax's scales already starting to tingle as the process of digestion started right away. And as S'arkil felt his belly continue to be filled, he took his time with the last of his meal, lazily swallowing every now and then and watching the tail gradually disappear into his depths. A few more wet, powerful swallows, and only the tail tip stuck out of his mouth, S'arkil giving the thick, meaty appentage a good taste before slurping the last of it down. The onehorn let out a long sigh as he felt the last of his meal sink deeper into him; he had conquered an entire tyrannax, an apex predator, and now that predator was stewing in his gizzard, the process of digestion already achieving a bit of a soft roundness to the onehorn's belly...HhhuuuUUUUUurrrrr-rrraaAAAaaappp!! "You see, he was right there, but I think he ended up leaving.." S'arkil chuckled as he felt the tyrannax struggling inside of him. He didn't plan on going anywhere, especially with the ground sagging against his belly being quite a nice stabilizer to keep him right where he was. V'exton was putting up quite the fight inside, but the onehorn could tell that his belly was already starting to drain a bit of his meal's energy. The movements became less and less coordinated and powerful, as the finer bulges in his gut began to softly round out. It was a good thing that S'arkil was starting to feel tired from his massive meals, because the sun was starting to set. A good night's rest would make sure that this tyrannax would end up as nothing but a bit of extra pudge on his belly, and that's exactly what S'arkil did. He laid down right on his gizzard, using the bulge like a big, wiggling pillow as he started to drift off into sleep.
His belly would work on the tricked predator through the night, those warm slimes and gooey fluids slipping right past V'exton's scales and turning him into a thick belly sludge for later absorption. The tyrannax couldn't even tell that the little rapcis had been in the same spot he was earlier, as everything felt much the same inside of this sloppy gizzard! He tried and struggled the best he could, but he knew he had been tricked; and as more of his body began to be dominated by that tingling feeling, he gradually slipped off, still enraged that his little hunt had ended up like this...
?"Are you ready to start?"
The booming, deep voice of V'exton overwhelmed Z'axik's hearing. The Utahrapcis had found himself caught by the much larger Tyrannax, and had expected to spend the next few hours stewing in its gizzard; but instead, the Tyrannax had a much more interesting proposition! He told the Rapcis about a little game he had created, something called "Hide and Go Eat". The gist was this: V'exton would let his potential meal go, and give him 5 minutes to hide somewhere in the dense forests or wide plains of the ringworld. If the Tyrannax could not find Z'axik within an hour, he was free to go; but if he were to be caught, he would experience the same fate he was momentarily dodging.
It wasn't exactly a favorable deal, but the Utahrapcis recognized that he was being given a bit of clemency, and he agreed. Now he was staring his potential predator right in the snout, the much larger dinosaur graciously leaning down to speak at his level as he gave the signal...
"GO!"
Z'axik sprinted past the Tyrannax as soon as he heard the signal, the much more nimble and speedy Rapcis instantly disappearing into the brush. He would have to run and think for the whole five minutes to use his time most efficiently; even if he didn't have any good candidates for hiding spots, at the very least, he would put a lot of distance between him and V'exton!
The Rapcis burst through the brush, sprinted through the forest, looking each and every way for a place to hide. He saw so many potential candidates, caves, holes in trees, but none of them seemed smart enough. There was no way It was the first time the Tyrannax had done something like this; he probably knew the surrounding area by heart, and found many meals in the same hiding spots he was considering!
The minutes passed. Z'axik knew he had very little time to make a decision. And as he made his way to the plains, it seemed like hiding spots were few and far between. The only thing that he saw, other than the endless horizon, was a grazing Styracsis...and, as he approached the grazing onehorn, he started to get an idea.
It was simply insane, and it was genius in its insanity. The onehorn was quite larger than him, and as the rapcis approached this beast, he saw that his cloaca was more than large enough for him to fit inside! It was a gross thought, to be sure, but to escape the digestive system of one beast, he might have to take advantage of another...
Z'axik continued his approach, trying not to make any sudden movements or sounds to alert the beast to his presence. There were a few close calls, but eventually the Rrapcis was able to slide underneath the styracsis's tail, the wide, tight cloaca mere feet from his snout. He peered his neck around the dinosaur's side, waiting for him to lean down and get a mouthful of grass before starting his plunge...
*shlrrp!*
Z'axik practically drove into that tight, wet tunnel, wanting to get the process of consumption over as quickly as possible. He stuck his head in, snout first, feeling the flesh we flexibly clench around him as he tried to press deeper. The fluid inside the chamber was quite thick and sticky, almost like a sort of resin, making it a bit more difficult for Z'axik to push himself deeper inside the beast's bowels at a reasonable pace.
The onehorn almost yelped at the sudden intrusion in his backside! He certainly didn't expect any creature to shove themselves up inside of him like that while he was grazing. This styracsis's name was S'arkil, and while is diet mostly consisted of plant material, he didn't shy away from a wiggling meal every now and then; especially when they practically gave themselves to him! As he felt the rapcis eagerly burrowing deeper into his belt, he started to formulate an idea...
The slick saliva, or whatever it was, inside S'arkil's cloaca was making it difficult for Z'axik to squirm inside of his impromptu hiding spot, but that didn't stop the little ingenious rapcis from trying. His legs braced him firmly against the ground as he pressed deeper, feeling the cloaca starting to wrap around his midsection. Luckily, he had thrust his arms forward, otherwise they would be stuck at his sides as that wet, earthy embrace continued to claim him; but with his arms instead in front of him, he could pull himself even deeper! The walls around him certainly cooperated, clenching naturally every few moments and pulling a couple more inches of the rapcis into the maze of bowels, but Z'axik was certainly the driving force for the whole affair!
Eventually, he got enough of his body inside that he could leverage his weight somewhat, picking his legs up off the ground as his waist was slurped inside. All throughout this, the styracsis was grazing, trying the best he could to not alert his visitor that wanted him inside! He couldn't stop his body from clenching every now and then, but that wouldn't really matter until all of his potential meal was tucked into his bowels. He could tell, though, that he didn't have much left to go; Z'axik was just a wiggling pair of clawed feet at this point, the rapcis having succeeded in his crazy idea...he didn't know that he would be going much deeper than he would like to, though!
Z'axik felt those tight, wet walls slowly envelop his feet, the rapcis putting in the last bit of work he needed to complete his hiding. She let out a long breath as the last of his body is pulled inside, somewhat amazed that the crazy plan he had actually ended up working! He pressed a hand into the squishy flesh surrounding him, noticing that it had the slightest bit of give and adjusting his position to be a bit more comfortable. "Well...this is gross." he commented, trying to only breathe through his mouth. The smell inside the chamber was a lot more musty and earthy than anything else, but he didn't particularly enjoy it! "Just an hour and then I can get out of here..." he thought, already counting the seconds in his head as a way to stay comfortable in this most unusual home.
The home he had selected had something else in mind, however. S'arkil felt the wiggling in his rear start to subside as the rapcis finished cramming himself inside; and the styracsis knew that his unexpected visitor was past the point of no return. He grunted, preparing himself up and go through the laborious process of sucking someone deeper into his ass! Thankfully, his gizzard was not too far away, so he wouldn't have to work too much before his body got a hold of his meal and told it deeper naturally. He waited a few minutes for his meal to stop squirming around inside, before he clenched his muscles tight!
He felt the rapcis crammed inside of his rear squirming up a storm as he was dragged further into the onehorn's digestive tract against his own will! "That's what you get for fooling around down there..." the sty responded as he continued pulling his meal deeper, feeling him starting to navigate the maze of his bowels. Meanwhile, Z'axik was freaking out!
"No no no no no no NO!" he cried as he tried to push his way back out of the bowels, but that powerful, wet clenching motion was only dragging him deeper. And that thick, coarse drool, if that's what it was, was sticking to him and making it quite hard to escape...
All this meant that, despite his best efforts, Z'axik was due for a trip through S'arkil's slimy, tight guts. He still tried to wiggle his way out, do anything that would try and delay or reverse the course he was heading on, but the body of the much larger sty simply overpowered him. And S'arkil? Why, he went on grazing like nothing had happened, knowing that his impromptu meal would be arriving in his gizzard very soon...
At least it was not pitch black for Z'axik. The sty's innards glowed a bright yellow, letting him see what was ahead at the very least; although it was mostly an endless sea of yellow. It did let him see when his trip was about to come to an end, though; his snout arrived at a tightly closed sphincter, which slowly yawned open to accept the meal it had been given as S'arkil continued clenching the rapcis deeper. His head poked out into the gizzard not much longer afterwards, at least enjoying the extra wiggle room the slimy chamber offered. It was a long and arduous process, but eventually, the sphincter took in his whole body, closing behind his feet and leaving the rapcis curled up deep within the belly of the beast...
Thankfully, most of the grazing the sty had done was still in the crop, otherwise he would be bathing in a slurry of grass and shoots. There still was some sludge in the gizzard, but it was manageable; but the rapcis was much more interested in getting out of here! He tried turning around and prying open the sphincter and trying to go back the way he came, but despite his best efforts, it barely budged. He tried to squirm and push against the gizzard walls, but the scales on the outside were quite stretchy, and took all the blows he could give in stride. Seemed like this herbivore was equipped to devour a lot more than grass...
S'arkil smirked as he felt the little rapcis squirming away in his belly. He knew that within a few minutes, his meal would start to digest; he had seen much more powerful struggles in the past, and those strugglers all ended up the same way: belly fat. So, the rapcis could kick and punch and claw as much as he wanted, but he was onehorn food! He wasn't struggling for much longer, though. Z'axik could already feel a warm tingling spreading all over his body, the fluids in the chamber starting to rise; he knew digestion was beginning. He was already tired from struggling so much, but as those fluids worked their way into his scales and skin, it sapped his strength even more. The rapcis gave a few more cursory struggles, but eventually, he couldn't take it anymore. He slumped against the belly walls, the gizzard eagerly starting to massage and rub at its meal as he started to melt away...
*HhhhuuuUUUuuurrrrppp...*
That belch echoed through the plains, travelling for what seems like miles. Every creature in the vicinity knew what had happened; someone had just met a gurgly fate. Although, most of those who were close enough thought it was from the tyrannax stomping his way through the plane, and not the docile sty! Yes, it absolutely had been more than five minutes, and now V'exton was on the hunt. He had checked all the usual spots, and had found nothing; so he knew he was dealing with a craftier sort of meal. He still resolved to put the rapcis in his place, though! And that's what led him to the plains; it was in the direction he had seen the rapcis take off. A hefty bet, but one that he thought would pay off.
The only other creature in the plain was a onehorn, slightly smaller than the tyrannax, but still quite a stocky beast. The tyrannax could have easily ignored the sty and went on his way, but considering he seemed to be the only other creature around, he figured he would ask about the little rapcis...
"Excuse me! Sorry to bother you, but I just had a question. Have you seen a little rapcis walk by here, maybe five or ten minutes ago?" he asked sincerely, hoping for the onehorn to respond instead of run away! The sty stood there for a couple moments in thought, wondering what he should say to respond. He certainly had seen the rapcis, but instead of passing by, he was currently passing through his digestive tract...
"Why, yes I have! In fact, I can show you where he went, as well..." the sty said, figuring he could use the advantage of trust to get another, much larger meal today! It was a brave idea, to say the least...
"Oh, really! Where would that be? the tyrannax replied, already eager to continue his chase. His head darted from left to right, trying to make a guess on what direction the onehorn would point him in. "I'll show you, just close your eyes..." S'arkil replied, the tyrannax complying, closing his eyes with an almost childlike smile spreading across his snout...
S'arkil couldn't believe how easy this was to pull off. He slowly spread his jaws wide, impossibly wide, trying not to make any noise that would alert V'exton to his scheme. Strands of sticky saliva snapped in his mouth as it opened wide, getting ready to fit the entirety of V'exton's snout in his mouth...and then, they slammed shut, like a vice grip. Those jaws had managed to encroach their way all the way up to the tyrannax's forehead, leaving V'exton with nothing but darkness as he opened his eyes wide in shock. S'arkil heard some muffled complaints from inside of his mouth, but he knew that with his build and his ability to hold his ground, the big lizard was going nowhere but down. Unlike a normal tyrannosaurus ,V'exton had quite long arms, and they flailed around underneath him, trying to find some sort of purchase on this surprise predator, but S'arkil planted himself firmly on the ground, as solid as a rock. Before the tyrannax could struggle anymore, he took a thick, powerful swallow, sucking the tyrannax's entire head into his throat! Considering he was a quadruped, S'arkil would have to rely entirely on the strength of his throat to get this large, thrashing meal down in its place, but with the head out of the way, he had the most difficult part finished up...
V'exton was confused about what was happening up until he felt the rippling swallows all around his head. He had been tricked! And by a onehorn, no less! He thrashed and struggled and pressed up against the greedy herbivore, trying to stabilize himself against the predator so he could pull his head out, but once the throat grabbed ahold of him, he could barely do anything to dislodge himself. No, the apex predator could only wiggle and whine as the onehorn worked his jaws over his neck, holding his ground firmly as he fed. His beak-like mouth did a good job of clamping tight around V'exton's neck, the strength of the onehorn being put on display as he slowly lifted the tyrannax off the ground, more and more of him disappearing down a hungry gullet with a series of *glrrk*s and *glrrup*s! The onehorn cracked a smile as his jaws slid over those powerful arms, trapping them at the tyrannax's sides, consuming the last real line of defense he had. As V'exton was lifted in the air, he kicked his claws around the best he could, trying to find some sort of hit, but even if he did, the tough hide of S'arkil would take it in stride...
The ample meal bulged out S'arkil's throat to an almost grotesque amount. He had never tried to swallow anything this large and rough before! He was surprised his body was taking it as easily and simply as it was; he expected much more of a struggle when he tried something this ambitious. But here he was, half of a tyrannax sliding down into his gizzard, the other half dangling out of his mouth, occasionally wriggling, but obviously defeated. It was delicious, in more ways than one! The onehorn could have held his meal in his crop for a while, but he wanted to get straight to the gizzard, so as the tyrannax's head started to poke out into his crop, he continued to swallow rapidly to push him straight through. Those kicking legs eventually folded back as more and more of the torso disappeared into S'arkil's beak, leaving the last of the apex predator ready to be slurped up like a noodle...
Which is exactly what S'arkil did. As he felt his belly starting to sag on to the floor of the plains, his scales generously stretching to accommodate the massive meal he had claimed, his lips started to purse, and he went about gobbling up the rest of the Tyrannax. Those clawed feet disappeared into his mouth like nothing, and soon all that was left was the tyrannax's long, lithe tail. He could feel V'exton being emptied out into his gizzard, the Tyrannax thrashing and kicking as the large chamber held him tight, the tyrannax's scales already starting to tingle as the process of digestion started right away. And as S'arkil felt his belly continue to be filled, he took his time with the last of his meal, lazily swallowing every now and then and watching the tail gradually disappear into his depths. A few more wet, powerful swallows, and only the tail tip stuck out of his mouth, S'arkil giving the thick, meaty appentage a good taste before slurping the last of it down. The onehorn let out a long sigh as he felt the last of his meal sink deeper into him; he had conquered an entire tyrannax, an apex predator, and now that predator was stewing in his gizzard, the process of digestion already achieving a bit of a soft roundness to the onehorn's belly...
*HhhuuuUUUUUurrrrr-rrraaAAAaaappp!!* "You see, he was right there, but I think he ended up leaving.." S'arkil chuckled as he felt the tyrannax struggling inside of him. He didn't plan on going anywhere, especially with the ground sagging against his belly being quite a nice stabilizer to keep him right where he was. V'exton was putting up quite the fight inside, but the onehorn could tell that his belly was already starting to drain a bit of his meal's energy. The movements became less and less coordinated and powerful, as the finer bulges in his gut began to softly round out. It was a good thing that S'arkil was starting to feel tired from his massive meals, because the sun was starting to set. A good night's rest would make sure that this tyrannax would end up as nothing but a bit of extra pudge on his belly, and that's exactly what S'arkil did. He laid down right on his gizzard, using the bulge like a big, wiggling pillow as he started to drift off into sleep.
His belly would work on the tricked predator through the night, those warm slimes and gooey fluids slipping right past V'exton's scales and turning him into a thick belly sludge for later absorption. The tyrannax couldn't even tell that the little rapcis had been in the same spot he was earlier, as everything felt much the same inside of this sloppy gizzard! He tried and struggled the best he could, but he knew he had been tricked; and as more of his body began to be dominated by that tingling feeling, he gradually slipped off, still enraged that his little hunt had ended up like this...