Maura's Meal
My barmaid minotaur Maura finds a meal in a patron who doesn't pay up the tab.
"Sir, there's a limit on how many drinks you can have on one tab." Maura, the busty minotaur barmaid, reminded the feline customer. "Look lady," the cat sneered, "can ya make an exception?" "No, I cannot." Maura towered over him. "You know what happens with the rules." She picks him up firmly and opens her mouth wide. "Wait, you're a herbivore! You'll never be able to digest me!" He protests. Maura ignores the stubborn customer as she gulps him down, sending him to the first of the behemoth bovine's stomachs. Being a cow, she has multiple stomachs. "Oh you will digest alright." She mocks him. "It will be very long for you though. You should have paid the tab." Maura's stomach growls and she lets out a loud *BURRRRRRRRRRRP*. "Mmmm, I can taste the beer from here." She moans as she feels him struggle. As the hours pass, the minotaur's massive digestive tract melts down the feline into a paste which chugs it's way through Maura's body, no longer identifiable as the idiot who refused to pay for his drink.