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The battle had gone on for hours and both contenders were weary. Maybe that is why Godzilla was caught by surprise. He had separated from King Ghidorah for a moment, and it was as they charged back together that it happened. As Godzilla rushed forward, Ghidorah's middle head drew back, then darted forward with wide-open jaws.

Godzilla blinked in the sudden darkness as Ghidorah's jaws engulfed his head. The force of their mutual charge sent Godzilla's muzzle sliding info the slimy chute of Ghidorah's gullet, and before he could pull back the loose snakey jaws folded closed around his skull. Dozens of sharp, inward-hooking fangs dug into Godzilla's scales and no matter how he struggled his efforts just dragged the larger kaijus's long neck forward rather than letting him pull back out.

More fangs sank in as Ghidorah's other heads latched onto his arms and a titanic struggle ensued as Godzilla's efforts to escape threw the two of them around. Buildings crumbled as the two massive creatures crashed to the ground and Ghidora wrapped his wings around Godzilla, further restricting his efforts to escape.

It was as he struggled that he realized something awful was happening. Ghidorah's left and right heads restrained his arms and were dragged around as he tried to rip free of their fangs, but the middle head was not idle. The hydra had reacted to the situation in a way Godzilla hadn't expected. The middle head's loosely articulated jaws pushed forward, one side and then the other. The side not moving kept fangs sunk between Godzilla's scales as the other side slipped forward and all too quickly the snakey jaws ratcheted their way over him.

Maybe it was an instinctive reaction to finding his jaws wrapped around prey. Maybe it was planned from the start. The result was the same either way. Godzillla's head was gone into the stretched scales of Ghidorah's snakey neck and the larger kaiju wasn't stopping. Ghidorah was swallowing him whole.

Bit by bit the snakey jaws expanded over Godzilla's shoulders. Pale skin showed between Ghidorah's scales as his long neck expanded to accommodate this huge meal. Slick flesh gripped down and rippled, easing Godzilla's muzzle deeper into the long slimy chute as the larger kaiju's swallowing muscles went to work.

Godzilla struggled mightily, but there was no escape. The larger, stronger kaiju had him wrapped up in its wings and gripped in three sets of inward-curving teeth designed to allow prey to move only farther into the gullet, not retreat. Ghidorah's jaws were over his upper arms now, pinning them to his sides, and the other sets of fangs still held his wrists. By the time they let go Ghidorah had swallowed him to the waist and peristaltic ripples in the slick surrounding flesh pulled him relentlessly deeper. Godzilla's face slithered into the wet, stinking folds of Ghidorah's stomach and he knew that there was only one way out of this trap.

This had happened to him twice before. Other, larger monsters had tried to make a meal of him and only his atomic breath had saved him from a trip through another beast's guts. As Ghidorah lifted his center head, assisted by the other two in other to make a smooth slope for Godzilla's hind claws and thick tail to slide down, the larger kaiju's eyes were drawn to the rows of spines running to the tip of that tail. They had begun to glow.

Three sets of eyes went wide. It was too late to do anything but wait for the inevitable. There was nothing but a set of twitching hindclaws and a thick tail left outside the middle head's jaws. It was too late to disgorge his meal before the explosion.

The glow made its way from the top of Godzilla's tail forward and a faint light shone between the stretched scales of Ghidorah's swollen neck. Closer and closer to his bulging body the glow came then the shape of Godzilla's face changed where it showed through the tough hide of Ghidorah's belly. Godzilla's jaws opened and all three of Ghidorah's stretched wide in a scream as his belly filled with nuclear fire.

This same tactic maimed Biolante and killed Orga when each in turn tried to do what Ghidorah was doing now. Each had exploded from the inside, burnt and blown apart by atomic fire.

But Ghidorah was not those other monsters. Unlike them, the flame had a way out. All three of his fanged jaws gaped in agony as streams of blue-white flame burst out. Godzilla's hindpaws and tail burned in his own nuclear flame, scorched despite his adamantine scales. The glow spread through Ghidorah's body and flame burst from another exit as the smaller kaiju's flame made its way through the digestive tract and fountained out of Ghidorah's cloaca.

The blue-white flame sputtered and died as Godzilla ran out of breath. Ghidorah lay with smoke rising from four separate orifices, singed through the whole length of his three-headed digestive tract. He should by all rights be dead.

But he wasn't. With a groan of effort the middle head lifted from the ground. Exhausted by the effort of swallowing such a huge meal and scorched inside and out, Ghidorah still did not relent. He twisted his jaws forward on one side, then the other, and Godzilla's smoldering hindpaws were gone. Ghidorah lifted his muzzle and bent it to the side, forming a bend that made its way slowly down the long scaly neck and carried the bulge of Godzilla's feet with it. Bit by bit the last of the smaller kaiju's tail was sucked into Ghidorah's jaws after the rest. Smoke rose from the middle head's nostrils as King Ghidorah swallowed Godzilla down.

Hundreds of cameras had recorded the start of the titanic struggle and each of them watched the end. The bulge moved down Ghidorah's long neck and then all that was left of Godzilla was a weakly squirming swelling in the hydra's gut. Ghidorah had swallowed the King of the Monsters whole.

Exhausted, Ghidorah slumped down where he lay. Viewers across the world waited for another blast of flame to blow the hydra apart but it never happened. Godzilla had used up all his breath in one great blast and it hadn't been enough. He'd hurt Ghidorah, but he'd scorched himself too and simply didn't have the strength to fight any more.

Ghidorah's swollen middle twitched and was still. Few cameras had a working microphone left, most burst by the incredible sounds of the battle, and every surviving mike and most of the lenses shattered as all three of the hydra's mouths opened once more. Air swallowed along with Godzilla and superheated by his atomic breath burst forth in a colossal belch that blew out windows a mile away and killed several reporters and curious sorts foolish enough to watch the battle from close range. The shockwave of the burp overturned cars and brought buildings down on the heads of the few survivors still cowering nearby. Seismometers as distant as Okinawa recorded the tremor caused by the overwhelming sound.

Ghidorah was exhausted, but still aware. Flickers of lightning from his fanged maws soon dissuaded the military's attempt to take advantage of his depleted condition. He lay in the vast crater made by the struggle with his meal for long minutes, recovering, before he finally stirred.

When he rose from his stupor he already looked stronger. The hydra's natural regenerative ability, fueled by a full belly, was restoring even the internal burns he'd suffered. There was no more Godzilla; Godzilla was just a bulge in the hydra's middle for as long as it took to digest the meal. There was only King Ghidorah.

The larger kaiju's furnace metabolism would consume his rival utterly. There were untold calories in Godzilla's huge body and the hydra would use them all, some to repair the damage he sustained in the battle and the rest to feed him. He wouldn't need to eat for weeks, perhaps months. At some point Ghidorah would pass some portion of his meal, scales and other parts of Godzilla not worth the trouble of digesting. Hopefully somewhere far from civilization. Tokyo had suffered enough without having to deal with tens of thousands of tons of what used to be Godzilla.

With a thunder of wings and a long, three-heated chitter Ghidorah took flight. It was with great relief that the assembled military units watched him flap heavily away. They were beneath his notice. Humans were simply too small to be worthy prey; Ghidorah was off to digest his great meal in peace and when that was done, find another kaiju to send on the same trip down his gullet the King of Monsters just experienced.

Every growing population needs a check, after all. Ghidorah's stomach, it turned out, was that check. He was not a kaiju king, as Godzilla had been. He was a kaiju predator.