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Cay stood proudly at the edge of a large, protruding rock, looking over the beautiful, serene forest that he had ran through so many times as if he was the king of it. Perched on the edge, watching over his domain, in serene dominance. The thylacine slowly stuck his nose up into the sky, taking a deep, long breath of the fresh, cold morning air. It sent shivers down his spine, like it always did. But no matter how many times the thylacine had that powerful experience, he never tired of it.

"Aaahh...I love the hunt."

Off in the distance, Cay saw a rustling in the brush. It was the creature he had been stalking for the past few minutes or so, still completely unaware of the hunter's presence. The thylacine slowly started to slink his way down the rocky outcropping he was on top of, keeping all his senses trained on that rustling as he slowly inched his way towards it. Cay expertly navigated every tree and bush and log he came into contact with, while his prey stumbled and faltered constantly. Clearly, they were in unfamiliar territory; lost, perhaps. No matter. Cay would show them where to go...

Cay continually inched his way forward until he was able to get a good view of his prey, and just as he expected, they looked very out of place. Some kind of small kangaroo creature, whose fur colorings made it stick out like a sore thumb in the greens and browns of the forest environment. The creature was constantly peering over its shoulders as it stumbled through the undergrowth, yet it could never see that Cay was hiding in the bush, or behind a tree, or flat on the ground itself.

At least, it couldn't tell until Cay lunged out of one of those bushes, right at it.

This creature's name was Tucker, and it was a wallaby, so Cay's initial assessment was not too far off. It was very much lost, and had been so for a few hours. In a way, Cay jumping out was actually a good thing for Tucker. It had been expecting something like that to happen for a while, and the fearful anticipation was starting to drive the wallaby crazy. It still didn't mean that Tucker was ready to make a break for it, though! Regardless, it was what the wallaby would have to do as Cay leaped out of a bush, the thylacine landing low to the ground and letting out an intimidating growl as he started to give chase to the wallaby. Tucker didn't even really get a good look at what was chasing it before turning tail and booking it down a small opening in the brush, but it didn't care. It just needed to get the hell out of this forest, and fast! Tucker crashed through bush after bush, taking on plenty of splinters and burrs in the process, but in the adrenaline of the moment, the wallaby didn't even notice or feel any of that. It just had to get away, even if escape seemed to be daunting for Tucker...

And, only a good 20 seconds into the chase, the thrill that Cay thrived in, Tucker took a fall.

The wallaby had tripped over a thick, hidden tree root, plummeting to the dirt floor with an impactful *smACK*! It tried to scramble back to its feet as quickly as possible, but before Tucker could get its footing back, Cay slammed into it like a battering ram, knocking Tucker to the ground and keeping the wallaby pinned to the forest floor as the successful predator growled in his meal's ear. "Ah-ah-ah~", Cay started to tease, "not going to get away from me. Though, I must say, you did give me a bit of a chase. I do have to commend you for that..." the thylacine continued, holding down Tucker's arms and legs with each one of his paws to make absolutely sure that the wallaby had no chance of getting away.

In response to this...compliment?, Tucker simply started to whine and struggle, the wallaby not exactly in the position to wage war with words against the hunting thylacine! Cay already had it in such a bad position though, especially due to the fact that Cay was nearly twice the wallaby's height. Tucker just had to watch as Cay prepared for his meal, the wallaby only whimpering as the thylacine leaned down to the point where they were almost touching snouts. Then, Cay started to slowly open his jaws as wide as they could go, strands of drool glistening in the sunlight as a wave of heady, steamy and stale breath washed over Tucker's face. Good lord, it even left a little bit of condensation on Tucker's snout...

And then, the successful predator started his meal. Cay lunged forward with a wide open mouth, Tucker's snout being plunged into darkness as the wallaby was suddenly surrounded by hot, tight, undulating flesh. The thylacine's slimy tongue licked and lapped at every inch of Tucker's tasty body as it possibly could, Cay enjoying his meal to a hedonistic level before his stomach started to rumble with impatience. He had just burned a decent amount of calories during this chase, after all...he needed to get that energy back!

Cay was done teasing his food at this point. His hunger had overtaken him, and he started to readily work his way down Tucker's head, the wallaby's snout soon pressing right up against the back of Cay's throat while the thylacine was giving Tucker's neck, and the belt-like collar that it was wearing, a thorough tongue bath. And then, well...

*hGLRNK~*

Cay took his first greedy swallow, taking Tucker in up to the wallaby's shoulders. The thylacine's stomach continued to groan impatiently, causing Cay to just start gobbling up the wallaby as quickly as he could! The thylacine took quick, hungry gulps to get down Tucker as fast as possible, the wallaby constantly being assailed by layers of hungry, rivulating flesh that dragged it down, down, deep into the thylacine's body. In only a matter of a minute or so, Tucker had almost been entirely devoured by Cay, the last few bits of the wallaby left in the outside world being its long, jet-black paws. Most of the wallaby was stuck in Cay's slimy gullet, though Tucker's nose was starting to push out into another chamber...

And Cay decided that he would take his time with those paws. - His stomach was already starting to fill up, after all, so he could afford to! The successful predator suckled and slurped on those pawpads for a good minute or so, taking in all of the flavor of his meal one last time while he still could. Plus, all this tongue action was causing Tucker to squirm and wiggle around inside of the thylacine's throat even more, a sensation which Cay most certainly appreciated!

After that minute or so, though, Cay decided it was time to belly Tucker for good. The thylacine tilted his head back, pressing a paw to his throat as he took one final, satisfying swallow. The muscular contraction pushed nearly all of Tucker into Cay's swaying hammock gut, the wallaby sloshing and swaying around noisily as it started to settle in its new home...no matter how much Tucker wanted to immediately move out!

That final swallow plunged the wallaby head first into a slimy, acidic, churning stomach, Tucker almost immediately being dunked into a pool of thick slime that got all over it as Cay started to move around once more. The thylacine placed both hands under his stomach after sloshing and swaying it around a little bit, a smug grin on the predator's face as he showed off his meal to any forest creature that happened to be hiding in the bushes or something. Then, slowly, Cay started to get back to his feet, grunting and gritting his teeth as he lifted up not only the weight of his own body, but of a whole different creature inside of him! It was a little bit tough, even with how much bigger he was than Tucker, but eventually the thylacine managed to get his balance back, picking a few strands of fur out of his teeth as he turned tail and started making his way back to his home.

On the return trip, his stomach started to get a bit more active, the walls pushing and pressing against Tucker's curled-up form and starting to massage acids into the wallaby's fur. There was no pain yet, but Tucker was definitely feeling a bit uncomfortable, and there was already the tiniest bit of tingling in the wallaby's extremities...the sensation, along with the stomach squeezing inward on the wallaby even more, caused Tucker to start really pushing and pressing against its environment, whimpering for freedom...and in response, Cay just patted at his fat belly, a look of smug satisfaction on his face as he started to see the roof of his cabin in the distance.

Cay's little hunting cabin was certainly rustic, but the thylacine still enjoyed a number of modern amenities like electricity that made his stay out in the forest all the more delightful for him. The thylacine stepped onto the porch, taking one more look at the scenic morning behind him before turning back around and making his way into his snug, warm home. Tucker's squirms did throw the thylacine off balance a few times, but now that he was home...well, the wallaby was in a tough position, to say the least. Cay grabbed his hunting journal off of the kitchen counter before making his way into the living room, the thylacine sprawling out on the couch so he could see every minute detail of his gut squirming and wiggling as he started to record the details of his latest hunt.

"Let's see here..." the thylacine started to say, tapping his pencil against his chin as he started to jot a few things down. "Swamp wallaby, I think, roughly 3 ft 3 in, around 300 yd from the cabin. Chase lasted...around 30 seconds, i'd say? Does that sound about right?" Cay teased, thumping at his belly a few times to get his meal's attention. Tucker weakly whimpered and mumbled a few things as it wiggled around in response to the stimulus, Cay just continuing on with his little summary after watching his meal struggle around ineffectively. "Not even a fight or anything. Just one and done, huh? Went down smooth, too..." the thylacine continued, Tucker unable to do anything else but continue to whimper as it endured this onslaught of teasing, along with the onslaught of the thylacine's slimy stomach walls!

"Mmm...I wouldn't waste my energy in there. You're just food now. It's nothing personal, that's just how the food chain works. I'd keep it down if I were you, but, well, I can't force you to stop all that lovely wiggling~" Cay continued. The hunter had a great reverence for the natural world and the food chain; he truly thought of himself as just occupying another rung on that ladder. That doesn't mean he wasn't going to enjoy where he was, though...!

And where the sated hunter would be for the next few hours was bound to this couch, doing nothing but enjoying the squirms of his meal and occasionally taking down an extra note or two about how the digestion was going. Inside, Tucker was definitely starting to feel the thylacine's gut kick into a higher gear, the walls secreting quite a lot of tingling acids that got constantly rubbed against its sensitive fur. Despite all of this, though, the bulge in Cay's stomach was not quite diminishing in size yet; no, Tucker would be in for a relatively long digestion on this couch whether it wanted it or not! Over those hours, the acids really started to get to Tucker as well, the wallaby even hearing a little bit of sizzling as patches of its fur were starting to melt right off into the caustic bath it was immersed in! And, throughout all of it, the wallaby only continued to whimper. It was all that it could really do...

Besides squirm, of course, and the uncomfortable sensations really starting to travel across the wallaby's body inspired a bit more of a fight in it. Cay was more than enjoying the extra massage that his meal was giving his belly, before he felt his gut start to lurch and rumble a bit. It felt, felt almost like there was something coming up his -

*UUUuuuaaaAAAaaarrrppphhh*

The thylacine's lips were blown open by an incredibly powerful belch, his stomach tightening even harder around the poor wallaby inside of it now that all that extra air was vacated. But, along with that heavy dose of wallaby scent, something else had come up and splattered right onto Cay's exposed stomach! The wallaby snickered just as he realized that he had belched up a bit of Tucker's fur, melted off and matted with drool and stomach juices. "Oh, we're already at that step, huh?" Cay taunted, wiping his mouth with a hand before casually brushing away the strands of fur off of his stomach. He kept rubbing and playing around with the bulge in his gut, enjoying the extra bit of stimulation that came from Tucker's increasingly panicked squirms and wiggles. The wallaby could try as much as it liked, but it was going to be fuel for the thylacine's hungry body...

Tucker's fur was continuing to melt off as the hours passed, patches of skin even starting to show some small burn marks without the protection of the wallaby's thick coat. The marsupial's clawed paws continued to press and nudge out against every possible section of those stomach walls, desperately clamoring for any kind of purchase or chance at escape. And, after a while of scrabbling about, Tucker finally managed to land on something that might help the wallaby escape; the sphincter that led to the thylacine's throat! The way it had came originally. If Tucker could just pry the thing open, it could probably push its way back up into Cay's gullet!

Of course, as soon as Tucker started pawing at the entrance to Cay's stomach, the thylacine could tell what was going on. This wasn't the first time one of his meals had gotten a little bit inventive! And he most certainly appreciated the extra effort from Tucker, but he also knew that the wallaby was absolutely wasting its time. "Heh...you're not the first wallaby that has ended up in my guts, and you certainly won't be the last. Squirm all you want, my gut is more than used to unruly meals~" Cay advised, the predator's stomach quivering for a moment before another loud *brRRRrraaaAAAaaappphhh* blew his lips open, complete with another wad of semi-digested wallaby fur...

Tucker could hear Cay's advice, but obviously, the wallaby was not interested in listening to the person that had just swallowed it whole and alive! It had finally managed to press its snout directly up against the stomach sphincter, paws on either side managing to get a firm grip on the fleshy ring even through all of that thick stomach slime. The wallaby started to push and push, feeling the sphincter slowly starting to pry open and allow Tucker access into the thylacine's throat. Tucker couldn't believe it! The wallaby had a sudden burst of adrenaline as it realized that this was actually possible, that it could clamber its way right back up Cay's throat to freedom -

*hglRNK~*

And, just as the wallaby's snout had broken through, just as Tucker had gotten that little bit of hope in its brain, a casual swallow from Cay sent it all crashing down. The thylacine's esophagus sent rippling waves of peristalsis down to Tucker, the fleshy undulations easily pushing back against the wallaby's snout just enough for Tucker to slip back into the stomach that so badly wanted to churn it up into pudge. The wallaby continued to try to push and press forward, but as soon as it's snout lost even a bit of ground, the sphincter snapped shut right in front of it, trapping the whimpering wallaby once more - in the pit of the powerful thylacine's gut.

"Hah. A valiant effort, I do have to say...but snuffed out so easily~" Cay chuckled mockingly, trying his best to emphasize to Tucker just how ineffective anything the wallaby could possibly do would be. Cay had so much weight and height on his meal already, plus the fact that Tucker was inside of his sweltering, boiling cauldron of a stomach...it would take a miracle to get the wallaby out at this point, and a semi-digested, whimpering belly lump was not very capable of performing miracles. Cay just continued to stroke and rub over his gut without missing a beat, even as the squirms inside of him became more and more frantic...

"Mmh. You know, with all that energy you have, maybe you could try to outlast my last meal. Took them three whole days to settle down...think you're ready for that?"

Tucker suddenly stopped moving as it heard Cay address it directly, even over the incredibly loud and wet sounds of its own digestion. Three days? Three whole days? It would have to last that long to just have a chance against the thylacine's ravenous digestive system? That...that sounded absolutely impossible. And that realization, that it would absolutely take a miracle to escape the clutches of the thylacine, threw Tucker into an absolute panic. The wallaby started throwing absolutely everything it had at the pliant, elastic stomach walls in a last ditch effort to beat the truly insurmountable odds that were put in front of it.

And Cay? Well, Cay took the panicked bout of wiggling and thrashing about inside of him as an acceptance of his little challenge! He casually pushed one of the bulges that Tucker was making back into his gut, before once again addressing his meal directly. "All right! I'm glad to see you're so receptive. I do have to warn you though, I won't make it easy..."

Tucker didn't hear anything that Cay said in response. The wallaby's hearing was overwhelmed by the sloshing of thick fluids all around it that came from its frantic wriggling. And it didn't even really understand that a challenge was being put forward in the first place; the wallaby just badly, desperately wanted out. But a few seconds after the thylacine addressed his meal, Cay started to...help out his digestion a little bit. He started to knead and rub at his stomach with an impressive intensity, like he was kneading a loaf of thick dough, rubbing in circles around every side of his stomach and every bulge that Tucker managed to make against the noisy belly's stomach walls. Cay was basically just manually digesting the wallaby at this point; all the rough play he was given his stomach was literally churning the wallaby inside of him!

And of course, with all that action and massaging, something was bound to come up. The predatory thylacine let belch after belch rumble through the halls of his little cabin, knowing that it probably sounded like an earthquake to anybody who was within earshot...it was a sound that all the creatures of the forest had probably gotten used to at this point, though, considering how often he went hunting around here. Those belly-shaking burps just allowed Cay's stomach to clench even tighter around Tucker, the wallaby missing a good amount of its fur at this point with how much of it was being rudely burped up by the thylacine! The heat and the slime was truly starting to oppress the wallaby, and those stomach acids were really starting to sting a little bit, even. Tucker wanted so badly to escape this place, but it was clear that the window of opportunity it had to even attempt that had long since passed. No, the wallaby was just fulfilling its place in the food chain, just as Cay said it would.

After a good half hour of mulching and massaging up the wallaby that was inside of him, the sleepiness that came from having such a heavy meal was really starting to overwhelm the thylacine. "Ahhh...goodnight in there, my meal~" Cay said teasingly to the wallaby, his gut loudly and wetly sloshing around as the thylacine rolled over onto his side and slowly closed his eyes, even as the wallaby inside continued to whimper and thump against the walls around it. Time would tell if Tucker was able to last as long as his last meal, but Cay would see how solid the wallaby was in the morning. Perhaps there was still more time yet for the thylacine to play around with his meal...