A Meal Fit For a Scourge
#2 of Vore
An old piece of writing about King Scourge enjoying himself after a massive three-course meal.
Contains post-vore and implied digestion.
Scourge, dressed for the occasion and sat back on his throne, smirked down at the bloated belly that was propped on top of his knees. He could not even see the other side of the room properly as the tanned, scarred mass of flesh rose near enough past his pair of blue eyes. With a content sigh, he placed a hand onto his gut and began to rub it lovingly; it had been quite the feast indeed, and one that a king such as himself deserved after a long day of ruling and destruction. Surrounded by extremely regal decor the green hedgehog king licked his lips before he opened his large maw. Inside were a set of sharp teeth and his slimy, pink tongue that dripped with saliva as it started to poke out from its moist home. With his maw open he built up as much energy as he could until he unleashed a gigantic, wet belch that was unlike anything his 'dinner guests' had ever heard before in their lives. The shockwave caused the stunning stained glass windows to vibrate and become close to shattering, while the banners that hung down from the ceilings flapped around as if a wild stormy breeze was set loose.
Scourge smirked as he continued to rub his massive frame; better out than in he thought as he realised a thick layer of saliva had accumulated atop his gut, on account of his massive belch of satisfaction. The vast amount of drool made the perfect lubricant to massage his gut as it churned around his food. Through his red-tinted vision, he inspected the bulge and detected the slight wiggles and movements that came from the inside; it appeared his vulgar action had caused the tight space inside his stomach to become even more compact.
"Heh, s'cuse me, gentlemen, I forgot, it's rude of me to do that at a royal feast." He chuckled as he pressed his hand against what resembled someone of Scourge's own kind. He had no idea he could stuff a full three-course meal inside himself and still feel like he had room for more; he really had to admit he made a pig of himself that evening. He had to finish everything though, it all looked so delicious. Every mouthful he had crammed into his gluttonous maw sent a rush of pleasure throughout him; and now all that meat, all the fat and muscle, would go straight to his superior physique and allow him to better carry on his glorious rule over the planet. He sneered down at his churning midsection as he gave a sinister toothy grin. "Not that it matters anyway; my kingdom, my rules. I think all feasts should end this way, don't you?"
His stomach gave a chorus of gurgles, almost as if in reply, to which the king merely laughed. He tried to trace the forms of the three individuals as the wriggling and squirming continued from within. It would not be long before they gain the acquaintance of his gastric acids as it would singe and work them all down into royal hedgehog pudge. He could feel them all fight for freedom as he felt pokes, punches, and kicks against his squishy, and near-indestructible, stomach walls; he chuckled to himself at how feeble and futile their attempts were. He could hear the churning noises increase in volume, and as he tried to look over his stomach again he realised there was not much to see any more; his servants and adoring slaves had fled the room once he began to dine, and all his entrées were now nothing more than squirming pieces of hedgehog chow. With a delectable, tender 'ultimate life-form' as a starter; a juicy, plump blue blur for the main course; and a sweet, satisfying glow-hog for dessert; who could blame him for acting slightly out of control? After all, who could have asked for a better three-course meal, which had been hand-picked by his strong captain of the royal guard? Now with no potential obstacles left to interrupt his future plans, he'll continue to show all those peasants below to never defy their king.
Scourge gave a huge yawn as he patted his wriggling gut, and within moments had started to jiggle it around. He grabbed handfuls of flesh as he tried to imagine just what his form would look like after digestion, aided by a long, peaceful rest. He always thought that a chubby, firm-bellied ruler looked better and would strike more fear upon his subjects. He licked his lips once again as he thought of how his glorious kingdom would prosper from this newest feast. He smiled serenely as he felt his eyes slowly close, his mind narcissistically snapped back to daydreaming about his future appearance. He could hardly wait to show off his intimidating stature once the breakdown of his meal was complete. With his majestic crown sitting firmly upon his head, he licked his lips once more to collect the mouth-watering cocktail of flavours before a few small, meaty belches escaped from his jaws. With a smirk on his face and his hands comfortably resting on his belly, King Scourge drifted off to sleep. However, before his consciousness faded completely the king muttered the final words his three-course meal would ever hear again, in their current psychical form anyway, as they started to succumb to the warm embrace of their superior's fleshy prison. "Yeah, all hail to the king, baby!"