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And the last one! With fatal vore because I would totally plunge into that man's stomach, given half a chance. This one's a bit special in that it was written enitrely by  CommanderLeifN7 on my request. I've gotten permission to post it here obviously, like I did with the other ones. But uhhh... Again. I thank him very much. And I hope someone gets a kick out of this.

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Guardian's Snack

The air carried with it the scent of spring as a soft breeze flowed around the city, a small place with people of all walks of life gathered in safety and harmony. There the Guardian was, out in the sunset-lit streets and approaching his home, his coat slightly torn, and his skin punctured a few times from using med-packs. But, overall he was unharmed. All were results of another successful adventure in the dangerous world outside, and he seemed happy about it. The Guardian watched as the soft glow of his home’s windows grew in intensity, soon making itself apparent as he passed it and stepped inside, letting out a soft moan. He was excited to finally get to the comfort of his loving home and his good friend.

Upon opening the door, the Guardian stepped inside, stomping his boots and causing the floor to shake a little and send shockwaves through the home, scattering bits dirt and cleaning the tough boots. The Guardian then took a hefty inhale, surprised at the lovely scent in the air and letting out a "Mmmhhhh..."

"You like that? I figured that you'd want some nice soup after a long day out there." Markus said as he rounded the corner, ladle in one hand and a filled bowl in another, looking up joyfully at the Guardian.

The tall man let out a small gasp, taking the bowl and nodding to Markus graciously before setting it on the table. He then held up one gloved finger, calling for Markus to wait a moment as he turned his back and reached into his coat for a surprise.

Markus leaned in to see when his giant friend turned around in a flash, aiming a weapon of sorts at Markus and firing it at him in a flash, causing the human to instantly shrink down. Once Markus' vision recovered, he looked up to see a colossus. What rivaled the ancient titans scattered around the land was now standing above him, alive and well. He lifted one foot, which quickly came down to a stomp as he lowered himself towards Markus, letting out a soft chuckle. He then stood up again, making sure to have one boot soar over the tiny human's head as he settled in home.

First he crossed over Markus to hang his coat, and then he moved to store his recently acquired piece, the small red triangle he killed many monsters for, and set it in an appropriate container for safekeeping. He then walked back over to Markus, the boot coming down and stomping right in front of the little guy. Markus barely had time to react before a gloved finger snatched him up from the floor and carried him over to the table.

Vertigo took over the little guy who dangled there, giggling as he let out a joyous screech, soaring through the warm air of the Guardian's home, held captive in his fingers. Markus barely could amount past the size of the upper portion of his thumb at the moment, which was just perfect for what the giant had planned. Markus could only watch as the ground became distant, and was soon replaced by a steamy pool below.

The fingers parted and Markus was in for a shock, soaring downwards until he felt himself immersed in intense heat. Once he resurfaced he gasped, sputtering as his mouth was flooded with hot soup, his senses overwhelmed by the air of the meal, the humidity it created from its heat. Meanwhile the chair screeched quietly as the guardian sat down in it, lifting the spoon which quickly dipped in the soup.

Markus watched as soup-stained vegetables and a bit of chicken were raised into the air, the shadow of the Guardian's lips parting to allow a faintly pink colored glow emit. Markus felt the splatter of soup on him as a bit of chicken splashed down, soaking him even more. The little cocked his head at the mouth but once it closed again he focused on using the submerged vegetables as a footrest in the bowl. The guardian let out a hum as he tasted the meal, reaching over for the salt shaker and sprinkling it atop Markus' head. What were similar to the size of small rocks pattered and battered Markus causing him to seek shelter below the surface where the salt nearly instantly dissolved and disappeared. He resurfaced in time to see the bottom of the spoon press on the top of his head gently to sink him down again.

With a rush of the fluid, Markus could feel the spoon cup around him, bumping into vegetables and meat ahead as the Guardian stirred his meal. Dizziness set in with the little guy, who groaned audibly upon resurfacing. The spoon then dumped him out, and Markus watched the soup settle around him, the profile of it completely different with new vegetables and meats.

The spoon dipped in again, scooping out another bit of food. As the Guardian chewed it, he idly scooped up another spoonful, Markus thinking he was going to eat it before feeling a small spout of broth wash over him. He gasped and looked up in time to see a bit of celery and a carrot land on him, pushing him below the surface. The human's strength was pathetic, but enough to turn the carrot into mush with the grip he put onto it.

He splashed back into view, eliciting a chuckle from the Guardian. Markus tried to give him a disapproving glare, but the Guardian leaned in, a smile hidden in the shadows of his helmet. His glare was all it took to let Markus know he knew the little fellow was enjoying it all, and he wouldn't stop. Markus would blush and sink into the soup, embarrassed a little yet still smiling. His reprieve was interrupted when he felt something shift beneath him. He gasped and felt the spoon scooping him up, with his curled up body filling it about halfway.

Casually, the Guardian brought the spoon up to his mouth, the strangely intensely pink flesh within showing itself as he parted his jaws. His breath smelled of the recently consumed soup, with pearly white teeth being the only interruption in the soft interior. Just before Markus was inserted, he paused to look at the little guy, as if reading his reactions to make sure that Markus was still enjoying it all. Once that was confirmed, the maw's corners curved with a smile and one of the glowing eyes winked at Markus before the maw rushed around him.
Inside, Markus lost himself among the mashing pillars of teeth, which pushed large chunks with the exception of himself in-between them, crushing it all into a paste which was quickly pushed over the little human. Markus would sit there, in a soon peaceful maw watching as the flesh flexed with each breath, before vibrating gently with a moan. Markus sat up but was soon flattened down as the tongue surged backwards, pushing him into the gaping and gripping throat.

The Guardian swallowed, the small flex in his neck being the last indicator of Markus as he was devoured. He sighed happily, feeling the human slide downwards towards his living tomb. Soon enough, after some soup dribbled into the stomach a glob of mush and soon-to-be-mush human spilled down into the stomach. Markus gasped as he splattered inside, wiping off his eyes to admire his new home.

Inside, the pulsing pink stomach walls were lit up by the small pool of acid that surrounded it all, a bright magenta color which surrounded the food within, casting shadows on the gut's wall with the strands of slime that stretched across between the gut's walls like chains in a dungeon. The gut was certainly dank enough to be called as such, and considering Markus' new role, his summary execution was about to commence.
Markus' admiration for the beautiful color of the stomach and the dark contrast the food within provided that he only broke out of his trance once another mouthful of soup fell down on top of him, reminding him that he was merely one bite in the middle of a comforting meal. As time passed, the stomach became more and more filled with food and acids, which spiraled around the fluid within, not seeming to mix with it very well and creating a dazzling swirl within the swill of the stomach.

The gut shifted as the guardian sat back, patting his abdomen and letting out the belch all the while activity picked up within, the giant giving a gentle stroke as a final acknowledgement and show of appreciation for Markus' presence inside his stomach.

As the hour passed, Markus would feel himself slowly fall apart, watching as each limb melted into a chunky goo down into the pool of muck. Soon, he fell unconscious, his last sight being the more uniform chyme of the stomach softly glowing from the acids that soaked every little chunk, even his