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Note to self: When someone dares you to wake up a cranky monstrous lizard that has a belly capable of eating a small town,
SAY NO.
Done as a request for
EricStripe.
It was the middle of the night in Furtopia, and furries were doing what they did best: sleeping, watching TV, dancing in the nightclub, or doing something for college. And of course, there were the ones “pleasuring” themselves or having sex with their mates. But tonight wasn’t the night for the group of four hoodlums who were busy spelunking through the woods. One of the furries was Scorch, an orange dragon wearing gray cargo pants. He was a real hot-head, and known for setting many things on fire, such as his friend Eric’s ass. Nothing funnier than shooting a ball of fire at your buddy’s pants right? Frosty was a polar bear (a skinny one, surprisingly) wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. He seemed to be the serious one in the group, and his fur was messy, like it was beginning to shed; his friends would always wonder it he had a bad case of fleas or ticks. And then there was David Wiles, a chubby green dragon with ears and long wings, wearing nothing more than black jeans. David was the funny fat guy in the group, playing prank on his friends ranging from shooting rocks at his buddies from a concealed location, to the old Pull-My-Claw joke. Last but not least was Eric Stripe, a zebra with a funky looking Mohawk wearing an open black buttoned shirt and black jeans. Unlike everyone else in the group, he was very negative and pessimistic. No matter what situation he was in, he always seemed to look on the dark side of things, even if it was so much as receiving a cupcake in the mail. Sure, there could be poison in the frostings or a nano-grenade baked inside, but that doesn’t mean he had to be cautious with every damn cupcake he ran into. Ah well, the gang guessed that Eric was the yang to their yin, or whatever the hell you call it.
Anyway, all four of them were busy walking through the woods and cracking jokes with each other. Eric was busy trying to prevent himself from being scared out of his mind. There were vampire bats, werewolves, owls with dangerous yellow eyes, rabid furries, and so on.
“Hey Wiles, hand me that bag of Trail Mix.” said Frosty.
The green dragon looked down into the empty bag of snacks and crunched on the last bit of walnuts and pretzels mixed together.
“Um…someone stole them.”
Scorch sighed. “Let me get this straight: someone stole all the food outside of the bag you were holding.”
“Yeah.”
“And the burglar decided to put his stolen food inside of your mouth.”
“That’s exactly right!”
“David shut up; we know you ate the damn Trail Mix.” said Frosty.
“Oh great. Now if we get lost in the forest we’ll get hungry and starve to death or-or have to resort to cannibalism—”
Everyone in the group sighed. “Eric, you and that hairdo gotta work on your attitude and self-confidence.
“Yeah! The only way for you to deal with your fears is to face them head on!” shouted Scorch.
“But what if you fear being hit by an 18-wheeler going eighty miles an hour?”
“Then imagine that the grill of the truck is cotton candy so you won’t die.”
“Will that really work?”
“If I say ‘yes’ will you stop whining?” asked Frosty, bluntly.
“Uh…yeah, sure…” said Eric meekly.
The dragons, polar bear, and zebra walked through a large field of trees and gazed upon a large gray hill leading up to a spooky and frightening house. It looked like one of those old broken down ones furries would use at amusement parks, and then modify so they scared the customers even more than usual. Sure, dusty skeletons were scary, but if you made them dance or talk or covered them in blood, furries would definitely scream and be consumed with fear. And if that wasn’t enough, the gang heard a loud howl in the distance, obviously a feral wolf or a recently turned Lycan. There was a full moon out tonight, meaning the creatures of the night would be lurking soon. Eric heard the howl and started whimpering and shaking, his teeth chattering.
“Uh-uh, maybe we should, should go back into town. Did-didn’t you guys hear that werewolf—”
“Pfft! Werewolf-shmerwolf, my fire breath will protect us from any monster we run into!”
Scorch demonstrated his power by blasting a large fireball at the vacant bag of Trail Mix David had in his scaly hands. The bag was incinerated almost instantly and its ashes fluttered away into the chilling wind.
“Time to get our rankings boys! Behold, KO’s lair!”
“KO? Like Mortal Kombat?” asked David.
“No, not that. Rumors swirl that a gigantic beast lives in that house on the hills, waiting for its prey to come into its lair so it can eat them. He supposedly eats them whole, swallowing you head first. They say the last thing you see before you lost consciousness is the pink flesh of the animal’s esophagus. He also leaves his house on occasion, looking for lost wanderers so he can snack on them. It’s like a horror movie, only it’s real.”
“Coooooool.” said Scorch and David in unison.
However Eric was only getting more freaked out, whimpering incessantly and shaking so much Scorch thought he might go white and pass out. Frosty, Scorch and David looked at each other and smiled leeringly before raising their eyebrows.
“Let’s go inside!”
“But-but-but what about KO?! What about the monster?!” wailed Eric.
David and Frosty went behind Eric and started to push him against the dirt.
“We’ll be fine dude. Like Scorch said, we have his fire breath to protect us, not to mention mine!”
Eric looked back at David before looking over at Scorch. Both of them had promising faces donning their stifled laughter and jeering, but it was good enough to fool the negative zebra. Eric gulped loudly and started breathing heavily.
“Okay…okay…”
“I promise you, we’re gonna be fine.”
“Yeah, and that’s coming from Frosty. When does Frosty ever lie?”
“I lie all—”
Scorch slapped the polar bear in the face with his tail before he had the chance to finish his sentence. Eric didn’t notice, and everything went according to plan. The zebra nodded his head and all the furries cheered loudly, walking their way up the spooky hill. Eric caught sight of another owl staring at him, its head turned backwards like a broken rag doll. He yelped and looked away, on the verge of changing his mind and running down the hill so he could go back home and eat dinner. But it was too late, as the gang finally reached the peak of the hill, and was staring at the haunted house with cobwebs on the door. It looked like it hadn’t been used in ages. Maybe Frosty was right and there wasn’t a monster anywhere near here.
“See? It’s not so bad is it?” asked Wiles.
“No…no it isn’t.” Eric confessed.
“Great! Then I dare you to go inside!”
“Wait, what?”
“You heard me! I dare you to go inside the house, find KO, and wake him up!”
“That’s suicide!! That monster will eat me for sure and I’m too young to get vored!”
“Yeah, like the world would miss your Mohawk.” said Frosty, flicking his finger at his hair.
“Like I said, I’ll be outside if you run into trouble.”
“What if I say no?”
“We’ll call you a pussy until your penis erratically falls off and you literally grow a pussy on your groin.”
“That isn’t even possible!”
“Wanna find out?” asked Wiles.
“No.”
“Then grow some balls and go inside!”
“Yeah! Go Eric!” shouted Frosty.
“ERIC! ERIC! ERIC! ERIC!” chanted Wiles.
Scorch shoved the zebra towards the door of the haunted house and he whimpered a couple of times before grabbing the door handle and slowly turning it around.
“Uh…o-okay. Okay.”
The zebra inhaled sharply and opened the door, being blasted by humid air that made his Mohawk fluttered in the breeze. The dragons and ursine stayed outside, waiting in anticipation for the striped horse to make his way inside. He gulped loudly before walking inside, disappearing into the darkness. Eric felt like one of those cartoon characters who hides in a closet that is so dark the audience could see nothing but their eyes. Lucky Eric, he had good eyesight.
“H…hello?” Eric called out meekly.
Eric heard nothing more than the wind blow in his face, and something growling in the distance. He thought it was his stomach; he hadn’t eaten in a few hours and was eager to head home so he could eat a nice, thick subway sandwich.
“Hello?” Eric called out, louder than before.
Before Eric had the time to call out again, his retinas exploded once the lights spontaneously came on. He was blinded for a second or two, but his vision came back almost immediately, and he examined his surroundings. The interior of the house was fascinating and horrific all at once. It was like a dungeon, but it looked so real down every last detail. The walls were covered in gray blocks made from stone, as well as the floor. The ceiling was high enough to fit a macro at least twenty feet tall, or more. There were skeletons with chains tied to their wrists, as though they had been prisoners who starved to death and their bodies were left to rot. Luckily it didn’t stink like a dungeon, or Eric certainly would’ve vomited all over his shirt. It was too good to be true…no haunted house was this realistic.
“Oh wow, this house looks cool!” said Eric, his fears suddenly diminished.
Those fears however, came right back up once he heard a loud snort, followed by guttural growling. The black stripes on the zebra faded away and Eric was completely white, on the verge of passing out or screaming so loud his own head spontaneously combusted. Eric didn’t know whether to turn around or sprint his way to the exit, but it suddenly occurred to him that whatever was behind him was also blocking the exit. Without further delay, the zebra did the unthinkable and turned around, his jaw dropping once he saw the monstrosity behind him. It was KO, the monster that furries feared so well. KO was a reptile, a lizard from what Eric could tell, a very fat one. At eight feet tall, some furries would describe him as being as “wide” as three refrigerators. He has dark green scales and a rotund belly coated with light green scales. If Eric saw his backside, he would’ve seen the black erect spikes starting from his neck and heading all the way down to his tail. He was so chubby that Eric couldn’t even see the belt securing his blue jeans because his beer gut hung down and covered them. In fact, the first thing Eric saw before seeing his head was his giant belly, big enough to crush all his bones if the monster suddenly fell forward. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, probably because all of them were either too small or had ripped once he started gaining weight. The lizard continued to stare down at the zebra for a long time before growled again and a wide smile appeared on his face.
“I’ve been waiting for someone to invade my lair. I could smell you and all of your friends when you were trotting through the woods looking for my house.”
KO’s stomach growled loudly, making Eric’s legs jiggle like a small aftershock. He thought a small tremor just happened, but in reality, it was the lizard’s massive belly. It rumbled so much that Eric could’ve sworn he saw it move. The lizard sighed heavily and rubbed his belly as it growled loudly again.
“Ah, you and your friends smell so scrumptious. I haven’t eaten a meal in the past twelve hours and I’m feeling a little weary.”
KO lowered his head a little and he smiled even wider, showing his serrated teeth. His belly grumbled again and he opened his mouth to growl some more. As his mouth opened, little drops of drool began to run down his jaw and splashed onto the ground next to the zebra, who was still in shock. He was still white as clouds and still sweating beyond belief, unable to stop shaking. His pants felt awkwardly moist and he could’ve sworn that he did the unthinkable. However, it was just sweat, and not the latter. Surprising though, as Eric was wondering why he hadn’t wet his pants, let alone soiled himself. Most importantly, he was wondering why he hadn’t moved yet. Eric had seen things that made him scared out of his wits, but this monster KO seemed to be on the top of the list. He just didn’t know what to do anymore.
“I’m so famished, I could eat…”
The lizard laughed. “I could eat you.”
Still paralyzed with fear, Eric did nothing but whimper softly, his legs shaking so much it seemed like they were having a seizure. KO lowered his head down to Eric’s eye level and licked his scaly lips with his sticky, purple tongue. He opened his mouth to reveal the inside of his maw to the zebra, an endless cave coated with slobber and saliva, billions of germs and a long, purple tongue that could extend ten feet Eric guessed. It wasn’t until Eric got a whiff of the notorious odor of burnt or dead meat coming from the lizard’s mouth that he snapped back into reality. His black stripes came back and he wasn’t paralyzed anymore. His mind was back in its place, and he suddenly knew what was going on. He was standing in front of a bigass monster with a voracious appetite. Naturally, Eric yelped and side-stepped the lizard, narrowly avoiding being chomped on. Then he ran right past the lizard, hopping over his tail, and screaming like a five-year-old cub after he burned his paw on the range.
“You think the monster already ate him?” asked Scorch.
Suddenly, the zebra came out of the haunted house, slamming the door so hard a tree branch broke off. Eric was breathing so loudly it sounded like he was having an asthma attack.
“RUN!!!” he shouted, trying to run away from the haunted house.
Wiles chuckled. “What’s wrong with you wheezy?”
“We gotta go, we gotta get out of here now.” said Eric, not stopping to pause or take a breath.
“Why?”
“I found KO; he knew we were coming, he knew where we were what we were doing and he was awake this whole time and I entered his sanctum and he got a whiff of me and now he wants to eat all of us!” whined the zebra, still not pausing or breathing.
Frosty grabbed the zebra and stopped him from running away.
“C’mon Stripe, KO can’t be that scary. And even if he was, I doubt he’d want to eat all of us. You maybe, but he hasn’t even seen us yet.” said Frosty.
In a bizarre change of emotion, Eric punched the polar bear in the nose, knocking him to the ground and almost breaking the nasal cavity. His nose began to bleed and he moaned loudly as he held a paw up to his bloody nose.
“I’m getting out of here! If you guys wanna live you’ll follow me!” shouted Eric as he trotted down the hill and into the woods.
Frosty grumbled and started shaking the blood off his paw. “What the hell is his problem?!”
“I know KO’s scary but there’s absolutely no way some scaley can—”
Before Scorch could finish, KO busted down the front door and appeared outside in front of the three hoodlums. He looked down at Scorch, David, and Frosty and roared in their faces so loud it scared the owl on the tree away and snapped it in half. The gang suddenly went white like Eric did and whimpered.
“HOLY SHIT!!!” yelled everyone in unison.
As another change in attitude, the zebra began to think positively about the situation. Eric Stripe was a fast runner. Lucky me, he thought. He could run well over ten miles without stopping to take a breather, while Scorch would be so tired after running four that he had to use his wings to start flying his way to the destination point. What made the situation even better was that KO was HUGE, in girth and in height. Now, Eric wasn’t short, but when you look up at a scaley at least two feet taller than you, with a belly so big you could hop up and down on it like a beach ball, that’s pretty damn big. This was both good and bad news. Eric remembered the phrase “The bigger they are, the harder they fall” but didn’t take the phrase as a sense of downfall. Because KO was so big, he weighed more than Eric, and was obviously nowhere near as agile or swift. And if that wasn’t enough, KO was fat and his belly stretched over his belt line like a common beer gut, which would slow him down even more. Eric also noticed that KO didn’t have a strong case of B.O. Sure, it doesn’t help the situation, but Eric was thinking positive. And frankly, he’d prefer getting vored by a lizard who smelled like salami and had the smell of burnt or digested meat on his breath than some macro who smelled so foul Eric thought it spent its time bathing and drinking skunk oil. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. If he just continued sprinting, he could arrive home safely. But if he didn’t, he’d be thrown into that reptile’s maw, saliva thicker than lather seeping into his Mohawk and ruining the dye, a purple tongue groping his hairy, juicy body, and, God forbid, chewing. Then he’d be pressed down the esophagus very slowly, before falling into that pudgy belly and digesting in stomach acid…
No, no, think positive Eric. Think positive. There was no one behind him, there was no one ahead, and judging by the bright lights, he was getting closer to town. He sighed with so much relief he thought he’d break down and cry from glee. And at that moment, he did break down, tripping over a root from a tree. He thought it was over now. He was going to die. He remembered watching some overrated movie on SyFy called Supergator and saw some guy running from a mutant reptile, only to trip over his own feet and have the mutant bite down on his foot and graphically eat him. He quickly got to his feet again, only to have something hit him in the back and knock him back down. He thought it was KO and he turned around and screamed. Surprisingly, the entity screamed back at him. It was Wiles, and he was sweating profusely. Eric sighed with relief and stood up with his dragon friend.
“I see you guys believed me. You see what I’m talking about now?!”
Wiles wheezed four times very loudly before shaking his head up and down.
“Yeah…giant lizard who eats furries!”
“What happened to Frosty?”
Like magic again, the white polar bear came sprinting through the woods, wheezing heavily and sweating profusely like David was. He didn’t even stop to warn David or Eric; he just continued sprinting. All he did was jerk his body around and shout out, “EVERY FURRY FOR HIMSELF!!” before sprinting like a maniac with a chainsaw was after him. Then again, with those razor sharp teeth of his, maybe KO did have a chainsaw…in his mouth anyway. David and Eric took the frozen ursine at his word and started sprinting through the woods again. The only problem was that Scorch was nowhere near the group. He was several miles behind, running so slowly a tortoise could go faster. Despite his lean and somewhat muscular appearance, Scorch was out of shape. He couldn’t even run half a mile before he started slowing down. At one point in his life, he vomited on the ground and blacked out just from running three miles. Sure, there was adrenaline pumping in his veins, but none of it was helping his leg muscles and only made his heart beat faster than a drum. Even with KO chasing after him, the orange dragon couldn’t keep up with his friends. Just as Scorch thought all hope was lost, he heard something flutter behind him and felt a cool breeze going over his shoulders. He turned around and noticed something that made him feel dumber than a Stegosaurus.
He had wings.
“You dumbass. I can just fly away. DUH!!” he said, slapping his palm against his forehead.
Scorch turned back around and heard loud growling and stomping, indicating the lizard’s presence. The fire dragon yelped and stretched out his wings, quickly taking to the sky before the reptile could get to him. KO stood where Scorch was and looked up into the sky to see the dragon’s wings flap in the air. He could hear raucous laughter coming from the scaley, something like Nelson’s infamous laughter from The Simpsons.
“HA HA!! Can’t chase me now, can ya bitch?!” he chuckled.
KO smiled leeringly before opening his mouth and shooting out his tongue like a frog, wrapping the purple, sticky muscle around the dragon’s throat. Scorch squealed like a cub and started thrashing around in mid-air, desperately trying to rip the tongue away. He tried to shoot fireballs at the assailant, but he was unable to get the fire out of his mouth because of how hard the tongue was squeezing him, and all he could do was squirm. KO started to bring his tongue back into his mouth and the second Scorch screamed he was already inside his mouth. The fat lizard started sucking on the hot dragon, absorbing the spicy flavor of his scaly hide. Inside, the dragon saw nothing but darkness, heard nothing but murring and fluids dripping from the top of the lizard’s mouth. The lizard smiled with the dragon thrashing around in his mouth before tilting his head back a little and devoured the dragon some more. He didn’t chew his food; he liked eating his prey whole. Scorch started to become light-heated as the lizard’s hot humid breath blasted him in the face, rendering him unconscious. The dragon brushed against the uvula before falling down the throat and into the soggy esophagus. With a loud gulp and a lump disappearing from his neck, KO swallowed the dragon and sighed happily, patting his belly, which just grew an inch or two in diameter. Scorch was knocked out before he managed to fall into the stomach juices…
They were back in the public, thank God. Unfortunately, the area they were in was a tiny town right outside the rim of Furtopia, which had nothing more than a few sleazy hotels and a couple of restaurants. Everyone was asleep now, and there wasn’t a cop in sight. Eric could’ve called the community a ghost town. Nevertheless, they were in a public place, which meant there was a smaller chance of KO voring them for everyone to see. …Unless he wanted to eat the entire town. He sure had the stomach for it. Anyway, Eric, David, and Frosty were busy looking down on the ground, their breath shooting out of their mouth like bullets and sweat pouring down their foreheads.
“Okay…so now…that we’re…safe…” wheezed Wiles.
“We’re not…safe…he could be right behind us…”
“Don’t jinx it…Eric.” said Frosty.
“Hey…look at that!”
David pointed over to a restaurant that was familiar to anyone in the world: McDonald’s.
“You can’t be serious! You’re thinking…of food?!”
“No, but we could…hide in there. It doesn’t look like…anyone’s inside.”
Frosty nodded. “Good idea. The smell of the food will probably…throw KO off too. Let’s split up. Eric and David, you guys go around the building and head to the morgue. I’ll go through the restaurant.”
“But what if the monster—”
“Just trust me on this Eric! Now go!” Frosty demanded.
The striped horse and dragon nodded and pretty soon they started running their way past the restaurant. Eric ran on the left side, and Wiles the right. The polar bear on the other hand ran right through the restaurant. He burst through the doors and hopped behind the counter, the fragrant smell of chicken nuggets and the odor of the grease from the deep fat fryer charging into his olfaction system. Frosty, although hungry, ignored the smells and stayed hidden. He was wondering why no one was in the fast food eatery, considering McDonald’s was open 24/7, but hey. Maybe all the workers went off-duty simultaneously. Frosty was squatting well over five minutes before he peeked behind the marble counter and out the glass doors. KO was heading his way inside the restaurant. He gasped and shut his mouth before sitting on the floor, concealing himself from the monster yet again. The polar bear heard the door creak open, heard loud footsteps pounding on the tiled floor, and heard soft exhaling and growling from beyond. The lizard was in the restaurant, looking for more prey. He sniffed the air multiple times before exhaling with slobber dripping on the ground. Frosty peeked behind the counter to satisfy his curious nature, and then jerked his body back down. KO had his back turned, but the sight of him, even from behind, was terrifying. The polar bear hid again and shut his eyes, desperately trying not to whimper. A tear fell from his eye and he started to feel pathetic, like he was nothing more than a sheep hiding in a wolf fursuit. “A pussy with a gun in his hands” as Clive Owen would say from Frosty’s favorite movie Shoot ‘Em Up. That’s what he felt like now.
Surprisingly, another tear came down…on his scalp. Okay, Frosty knew something was wrong now, and he opened his eyes and brushed his paw across his shaggy head. He grimaced once he saw his paw. It wasn’t a tear at all. It was spit. Drool. Saliva. Slobber. Whatever the hell you wanna call it, it was all over the ursine’s head. Another thick droplet fell onto his face and Frosty whimpered as he looked up. KO was looking down at him, a sick and twisted smile on his face. He opened his mouth wide and began to descend as Frosty screamed. The scream died in his throat as KO began to suck the bear in. He tilted his head back, watching as Frosty’s legs thrashed profusely, and began to swallow, easily letting the bear glide down his throat and squishy esophagus. KO shut his eyes and laughed with the ursine going down into his system. Then, like Scorch, he gulped loudly and the giant lump in his neck disappeared and landed in his stomach juices. KO patted his stomach and hiccupped, his torso stretching out a few more inches.
However, the stout lizard still had two more meals to consume before he could fill his belly and call it a night.
David and Eric were at the morgue. Smart move right? The zebra knew that the shortest route back to his house was through the spooky abandoned building that used to store bodies, and despite all the scalpels and vivisecting tools and the stench of death, Eric wasn’t even remotely scared. His primary focus was on the abomination chasing after them. Even now, Eric still wasn’t tired after running several miles. Sure he was sweating, but his adrenaline was pumping throughout his body, pushing him exceedingly over the limit. At the rate the zebra was going, he’d end up dying from his heart exploding. The stripes horse was certain this might happen to Wiles, as he was on all fours panting with his tongue almost touching the cold ground. At least the dragon had his wings. If he was smart like Scorch was, then he’d soon realize that he had to use his wings to elude his pursuer.
“C’mon, c’mon Eric we have to go!” huffed the dragon.
“Oh, is there a point anymore? Maybe we should let the lizard eat us. If he doesn’t chew us then there’s a chance we’ll survive right?”
“I did NOT spend all this time running just so I could before a monster’s stool sample! We have to go now!”
“David, I don’t even see the monster anymore. Shouldn’t we just hide until he finds some other prey to vore?”
“I’m a dragon and I know about scalies and their tendencies to hunt for prey! One thing is for certain, and that’s that KO won’t stop looking for us until—”
The fat lizard showed up out of nowhere and roared again, his belly jiggling as the two scrumptious runners were shifting around in his stomach juices. David and Eric screamed loudly and started sprinting their way to safety, taking two separate corridors.
“DON’T STOP RUNNING TILL YOU GET TO MY HOUSE!!”
Eric didn’t know what happened to Frosty or Scorch. He didn’t want to know. Hopefully, Scorch was flapping his fiery wings in the air, heading over to the police station to seek some help. Frosty was presumably in McDonald’s, either cowering in the bathroom or stuffing his face while his friends were running for cover. Whether or not his friends were dead or alive, all he knew was that he had to get to his haven before his legs gave out, which they were on the verge of doing. This wasn’t a problem for Eric. This was a problem for David Wiles. Wiles, although weighing far less than KO, was tubby and out of shape. He could run faster than Scorch, but if he hadn’t spent much of his teenage years eating candy bars and fast food perhaps he would be running as fast as Eric, if not more. So, like Scorch, he was panting and running very slowly. Not as slow as a tortoise, but he wasn’t the Road Runner. Unfortunately, he wasn’t that smart either. Even though the dragon knew something was fluttering behind him, he had no idea they were the sound of his wings flapping. KO was getting closer now, so close that Wiles could almost feel the drool falling down the reptile’s jaw. Too little too late did Wiles find out he did indeed have wings, which would’ve aided his escape. Sadly, he used the wings too late. Just as he hopped into the air to start flapping, he suddenly fell back to the floor. Whether it was because of his weight or his lethargy he didn’t know, but once he tried lifting his body into the air, he crashed back down onto his belly. Not a moment later, KO snarled viciously and grabbed the dragon with his meaty scaly hand, holding him up to his eye level. Wiles whimpered to himself and tried to ease his way from the lizard’s coarse grip, but it was futile.
“Ooh, such a pudgy little dragon you are! You should fill my stomach quite nicely.” growled KO, before he licked his lips.
“Please don’t eat me!”
“Why wouldn’t I do that?” demanded the monster.
Wiles thought briefly, trying to think of the most convincing lie he could conjure in order to persuade the monster to put him down.
“Um…because you’re ass…will…break…”
KO stared at the dragon flatly before he shoved the reptile inside of his maw very quickly. He didn’t chew the dragon nor did he savor the flavor. He just wanted another tasty morsel digesting in his belly, and what better way to do that than gobbling up a rotund dragon? There wasn’t any screaming or thrashing as far as KO could tell, but he did feel something shift around in his mouth, something like a pinball going out of control. Nothing was outside of the lizard’s mouth except for David’s tail, which was flopping up and down erratically. KO slurped up the tail like spaghetti and gulped loudly, the dragon quickly falling down the damp esophagus and into the smelly chamber of stomach juices, where his friends Frosty and Scorch were. Outside, the lizard’s stomach grew even more, up to the point where his pants would rip if he bent over. KO could barely see his toes if he looked down because his massive gut was in the way. But he didn’t mind. He was becoming full now. KO sighed with his purple tongue hanging out and his stomach juices were sloshing around as he started to walk through the graveyard. There was only one target he had left…
Eric Stripe was resting beside his front door, inside his wooden box of protection. He had arrived to his house safely, without the monster trailing him from behind. The zebra made sure he locked the door four times and nailed a few 2x4s to it before he finally exhaled with relief and collapsed to the floor. He had never been so happy to be alive, and at home. He was upset though, as he had no idea what happened to Frosty, Scorch or Wiles, and they were presumably dead or resting inside the lizard’s stomach, digesting. The zebra lied on the floor for a while before he got his strength back and he stood up, drowsily heading into the kitchen to go make himself some food. The zebra wolfed down all his food in a matter of minutes before washing the dishes and placing them inside the dishwasher. He then warily walked up the stairs to his bedroom and opened up the door. The lights weren’t on in his room so he grumbled and started moving his hand across the wall until he found the switch and flipped it. Once the lights came on, the sudden flash blinded him for a millisecond before he noticed a giant lizard with a rotund belly sitting on his bed, his stomach juices gurgling.
“OH SHIT.” said Eric.
KO smiled widely and got off the bed. Before Eric could run outside, the lizard already got ahold of him, grabbing him by the neck. He wasn’t choking him, but rather keeping a firm grip so he wouldn’t get away or scream. KO slowly brought the zebra over to his maw and he opened his mouth widely, his purple tongue hanging down his jaw. Eric had time to see the sticky tongue, the jagged teeth, and the roof of his mouth and even caught a glimpse of his uvula, which strangely did look like a punching bag. But there was nothing else he could do. There was no one else in the house, and no one saw him come home. The blinds were closed and the area he lived it was remotely serene. He was all alone. And with that, KO dropped the striped horse into his mouth. He didn’t eat him fast like Wiles, as he never ate a zebra before and wanted to enjoy this one. While Eric has halfway inside his mouth, the other end was busy kicking and trying to back out of the dripping cavern. All the slimy slobber was soaking into his fur and ruining his Mohawk. The sight of the throat and esophagus was actually scary, like going through a worm’s colon and realizing all the walls and floors were made of soggy scrunched up skin and flesh. The hot breath blasting in Eric’s face was enough to make him pass out. It was so humid and rampant that he was having trouble breathing and his vision was beginning to fade. The zebra heard loud sucking from the outside and could feel more drool falling on his body, practically smothering him in sloppy wet goop. Eric heard KO murring some more from outside and the next thing he knew, his entire body was being pushed down the esophagus. His Mohawk was completely ruined, as well as his clothes, and he was out cold. He didn’t even have time to react when he joined his friends in the abdomen…
KO was still lying in Eric’s room on his bed, flossing his teeth with a toothpick with a wide grin on his face. His belly was full and he was happy now, satisfied with his four meals. He stopped cleaning for a moment to let out a mighty belch with his mouth wide open. After letting out the gas, his stomach churned and he patted it a few times to calm his digestive system down. His prey hadn’t finished digesting and KO wasn’t sure if they had died during the procedure or if they were just sleeping and waiting for the inevitable. KO knew that sooner or later, he’d lose the excess pounds he put on and he’d be hungry again in the future. The animals he vored could be dead, or they could be alive.
Either way you put it, they were coming out.
SAY NO.
Done as a request for
EricStripe.It was the middle of the night in Furtopia, and furries were doing what they did best: sleeping, watching TV, dancing in the nightclub, or doing something for college. And of course, there were the ones “pleasuring” themselves or having sex with their mates. But tonight wasn’t the night for the group of four hoodlums who were busy spelunking through the woods. One of the furries was Scorch, an orange dragon wearing gray cargo pants. He was a real hot-head, and known for setting many things on fire, such as his friend Eric’s ass. Nothing funnier than shooting a ball of fire at your buddy’s pants right? Frosty was a polar bear (a skinny one, surprisingly) wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. He seemed to be the serious one in the group, and his fur was messy, like it was beginning to shed; his friends would always wonder it he had a bad case of fleas or ticks. And then there was David Wiles, a chubby green dragon with ears and long wings, wearing nothing more than black jeans. David was the funny fat guy in the group, playing prank on his friends ranging from shooting rocks at his buddies from a concealed location, to the old Pull-My-Claw joke. Last but not least was Eric Stripe, a zebra with a funky looking Mohawk wearing an open black buttoned shirt and black jeans. Unlike everyone else in the group, he was very negative and pessimistic. No matter what situation he was in, he always seemed to look on the dark side of things, even if it was so much as receiving a cupcake in the mail. Sure, there could be poison in the frostings or a nano-grenade baked inside, but that doesn’t mean he had to be cautious with every damn cupcake he ran into. Ah well, the gang guessed that Eric was the yang to their yin, or whatever the hell you call it.
Anyway, all four of them were busy walking through the woods and cracking jokes with each other. Eric was busy trying to prevent himself from being scared out of his mind. There were vampire bats, werewolves, owls with dangerous yellow eyes, rabid furries, and so on.
“Hey Wiles, hand me that bag of Trail Mix.” said Frosty.
The green dragon looked down into the empty bag of snacks and crunched on the last bit of walnuts and pretzels mixed together.
“Um…someone stole them.”
Scorch sighed. “Let me get this straight: someone stole all the food outside of the bag you were holding.”
“Yeah.”
“And the burglar decided to put his stolen food inside of your mouth.”
“That’s exactly right!”
“David shut up; we know you ate the damn Trail Mix.” said Frosty.
“Oh great. Now if we get lost in the forest we’ll get hungry and starve to death or-or have to resort to cannibalism—”
Everyone in the group sighed. “Eric, you and that hairdo gotta work on your attitude and self-confidence.
“Yeah! The only way for you to deal with your fears is to face them head on!” shouted Scorch.
“But what if you fear being hit by an 18-wheeler going eighty miles an hour?”
“Then imagine that the grill of the truck is cotton candy so you won’t die.”
“Will that really work?”
“If I say ‘yes’ will you stop whining?” asked Frosty, bluntly.
“Uh…yeah, sure…” said Eric meekly.
The dragons, polar bear, and zebra walked through a large field of trees and gazed upon a large gray hill leading up to a spooky and frightening house. It looked like one of those old broken down ones furries would use at amusement parks, and then modify so they scared the customers even more than usual. Sure, dusty skeletons were scary, but if you made them dance or talk or covered them in blood, furries would definitely scream and be consumed with fear. And if that wasn’t enough, the gang heard a loud howl in the distance, obviously a feral wolf or a recently turned Lycan. There was a full moon out tonight, meaning the creatures of the night would be lurking soon. Eric heard the howl and started whimpering and shaking, his teeth chattering.
“Uh-uh, maybe we should, should go back into town. Did-didn’t you guys hear that werewolf—”
“Pfft! Werewolf-shmerwolf, my fire breath will protect us from any monster we run into!”
Scorch demonstrated his power by blasting a large fireball at the vacant bag of Trail Mix David had in his scaly hands. The bag was incinerated almost instantly and its ashes fluttered away into the chilling wind.
“Time to get our rankings boys! Behold, KO’s lair!”
“KO? Like Mortal Kombat?” asked David.
“No, not that. Rumors swirl that a gigantic beast lives in that house on the hills, waiting for its prey to come into its lair so it can eat them. He supposedly eats them whole, swallowing you head first. They say the last thing you see before you lost consciousness is the pink flesh of the animal’s esophagus. He also leaves his house on occasion, looking for lost wanderers so he can snack on them. It’s like a horror movie, only it’s real.”
“Coooooool.” said Scorch and David in unison.
However Eric was only getting more freaked out, whimpering incessantly and shaking so much Scorch thought he might go white and pass out. Frosty, Scorch and David looked at each other and smiled leeringly before raising their eyebrows.
“Let’s go inside!”
“But-but-but what about KO?! What about the monster?!” wailed Eric.
David and Frosty went behind Eric and started to push him against the dirt.
“We’ll be fine dude. Like Scorch said, we have his fire breath to protect us, not to mention mine!”
Eric looked back at David before looking over at Scorch. Both of them had promising faces donning their stifled laughter and jeering, but it was good enough to fool the negative zebra. Eric gulped loudly and started breathing heavily.
“Okay…okay…”
“I promise you, we’re gonna be fine.”
“Yeah, and that’s coming from Frosty. When does Frosty ever lie?”
“I lie all—”
Scorch slapped the polar bear in the face with his tail before he had the chance to finish his sentence. Eric didn’t notice, and everything went according to plan. The zebra nodded his head and all the furries cheered loudly, walking their way up the spooky hill. Eric caught sight of another owl staring at him, its head turned backwards like a broken rag doll. He yelped and looked away, on the verge of changing his mind and running down the hill so he could go back home and eat dinner. But it was too late, as the gang finally reached the peak of the hill, and was staring at the haunted house with cobwebs on the door. It looked like it hadn’t been used in ages. Maybe Frosty was right and there wasn’t a monster anywhere near here.
“See? It’s not so bad is it?” asked Wiles.
“No…no it isn’t.” Eric confessed.
“Great! Then I dare you to go inside!”
“Wait, what?”
“You heard me! I dare you to go inside the house, find KO, and wake him up!”
“That’s suicide!! That monster will eat me for sure and I’m too young to get vored!”
“Yeah, like the world would miss your Mohawk.” said Frosty, flicking his finger at his hair.
“Like I said, I’ll be outside if you run into trouble.”
“What if I say no?”
“We’ll call you a pussy until your penis erratically falls off and you literally grow a pussy on your groin.”
“That isn’t even possible!”
“Wanna find out?” asked Wiles.
“No.”
“Then grow some balls and go inside!”
“Yeah! Go Eric!” shouted Frosty.
“ERIC! ERIC! ERIC! ERIC!” chanted Wiles.
Scorch shoved the zebra towards the door of the haunted house and he whimpered a couple of times before grabbing the door handle and slowly turning it around.
“Uh…o-okay. Okay.”
The zebra inhaled sharply and opened the door, being blasted by humid air that made his Mohawk fluttered in the breeze. The dragons and ursine stayed outside, waiting in anticipation for the striped horse to make his way inside. He gulped loudly before walking inside, disappearing into the darkness. Eric felt like one of those cartoon characters who hides in a closet that is so dark the audience could see nothing but their eyes. Lucky Eric, he had good eyesight.
“H…hello?” Eric called out meekly.
Eric heard nothing more than the wind blow in his face, and something growling in the distance. He thought it was his stomach; he hadn’t eaten in a few hours and was eager to head home so he could eat a nice, thick subway sandwich.
“Hello?” Eric called out, louder than before.
Before Eric had the time to call out again, his retinas exploded once the lights spontaneously came on. He was blinded for a second or two, but his vision came back almost immediately, and he examined his surroundings. The interior of the house was fascinating and horrific all at once. It was like a dungeon, but it looked so real down every last detail. The walls were covered in gray blocks made from stone, as well as the floor. The ceiling was high enough to fit a macro at least twenty feet tall, or more. There were skeletons with chains tied to their wrists, as though they had been prisoners who starved to death and their bodies were left to rot. Luckily it didn’t stink like a dungeon, or Eric certainly would’ve vomited all over his shirt. It was too good to be true…no haunted house was this realistic.
“Oh wow, this house looks cool!” said Eric, his fears suddenly diminished.
Those fears however, came right back up once he heard a loud snort, followed by guttural growling. The black stripes on the zebra faded away and Eric was completely white, on the verge of passing out or screaming so loud his own head spontaneously combusted. Eric didn’t know whether to turn around or sprint his way to the exit, but it suddenly occurred to him that whatever was behind him was also blocking the exit. Without further delay, the zebra did the unthinkable and turned around, his jaw dropping once he saw the monstrosity behind him. It was KO, the monster that furries feared so well. KO was a reptile, a lizard from what Eric could tell, a very fat one. At eight feet tall, some furries would describe him as being as “wide” as three refrigerators. He has dark green scales and a rotund belly coated with light green scales. If Eric saw his backside, he would’ve seen the black erect spikes starting from his neck and heading all the way down to his tail. He was so chubby that Eric couldn’t even see the belt securing his blue jeans because his beer gut hung down and covered them. In fact, the first thing Eric saw before seeing his head was his giant belly, big enough to crush all his bones if the monster suddenly fell forward. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, probably because all of them were either too small or had ripped once he started gaining weight. The lizard continued to stare down at the zebra for a long time before growled again and a wide smile appeared on his face.
“I’ve been waiting for someone to invade my lair. I could smell you and all of your friends when you were trotting through the woods looking for my house.”
KO’s stomach growled loudly, making Eric’s legs jiggle like a small aftershock. He thought a small tremor just happened, but in reality, it was the lizard’s massive belly. It rumbled so much that Eric could’ve sworn he saw it move. The lizard sighed heavily and rubbed his belly as it growled loudly again.
“Ah, you and your friends smell so scrumptious. I haven’t eaten a meal in the past twelve hours and I’m feeling a little weary.”
KO lowered his head a little and he smiled even wider, showing his serrated teeth. His belly grumbled again and he opened his mouth to growl some more. As his mouth opened, little drops of drool began to run down his jaw and splashed onto the ground next to the zebra, who was still in shock. He was still white as clouds and still sweating beyond belief, unable to stop shaking. His pants felt awkwardly moist and he could’ve sworn that he did the unthinkable. However, it was just sweat, and not the latter. Surprising though, as Eric was wondering why he hadn’t wet his pants, let alone soiled himself. Most importantly, he was wondering why he hadn’t moved yet. Eric had seen things that made him scared out of his wits, but this monster KO seemed to be on the top of the list. He just didn’t know what to do anymore.
“I’m so famished, I could eat…”
The lizard laughed. “I could eat you.”
Still paralyzed with fear, Eric did nothing but whimper softly, his legs shaking so much it seemed like they were having a seizure. KO lowered his head down to Eric’s eye level and licked his scaly lips with his sticky, purple tongue. He opened his mouth to reveal the inside of his maw to the zebra, an endless cave coated with slobber and saliva, billions of germs and a long, purple tongue that could extend ten feet Eric guessed. It wasn’t until Eric got a whiff of the notorious odor of burnt or dead meat coming from the lizard’s mouth that he snapped back into reality. His black stripes came back and he wasn’t paralyzed anymore. His mind was back in its place, and he suddenly knew what was going on. He was standing in front of a bigass monster with a voracious appetite. Naturally, Eric yelped and side-stepped the lizard, narrowly avoiding being chomped on. Then he ran right past the lizard, hopping over his tail, and screaming like a five-year-old cub after he burned his paw on the range.
“You think the monster already ate him?” asked Scorch.
Suddenly, the zebra came out of the haunted house, slamming the door so hard a tree branch broke off. Eric was breathing so loudly it sounded like he was having an asthma attack.
“RUN!!!” he shouted, trying to run away from the haunted house.
Wiles chuckled. “What’s wrong with you wheezy?”
“We gotta go, we gotta get out of here now.” said Eric, not stopping to pause or take a breath.
“Why?”
“I found KO; he knew we were coming, he knew where we were what we were doing and he was awake this whole time and I entered his sanctum and he got a whiff of me and now he wants to eat all of us!” whined the zebra, still not pausing or breathing.
Frosty grabbed the zebra and stopped him from running away.
“C’mon Stripe, KO can’t be that scary. And even if he was, I doubt he’d want to eat all of us. You maybe, but he hasn’t even seen us yet.” said Frosty.
In a bizarre change of emotion, Eric punched the polar bear in the nose, knocking him to the ground and almost breaking the nasal cavity. His nose began to bleed and he moaned loudly as he held a paw up to his bloody nose.
“I’m getting out of here! If you guys wanna live you’ll follow me!” shouted Eric as he trotted down the hill and into the woods.
Frosty grumbled and started shaking the blood off his paw. “What the hell is his problem?!”
“I know KO’s scary but there’s absolutely no way some scaley can—”
Before Scorch could finish, KO busted down the front door and appeared outside in front of the three hoodlums. He looked down at Scorch, David, and Frosty and roared in their faces so loud it scared the owl on the tree away and snapped it in half. The gang suddenly went white like Eric did and whimpered.
“HOLY SHIT!!!” yelled everyone in unison.
As another change in attitude, the zebra began to think positively about the situation. Eric Stripe was a fast runner. Lucky me, he thought. He could run well over ten miles without stopping to take a breather, while Scorch would be so tired after running four that he had to use his wings to start flying his way to the destination point. What made the situation even better was that KO was HUGE, in girth and in height. Now, Eric wasn’t short, but when you look up at a scaley at least two feet taller than you, with a belly so big you could hop up and down on it like a beach ball, that’s pretty damn big. This was both good and bad news. Eric remembered the phrase “The bigger they are, the harder they fall” but didn’t take the phrase as a sense of downfall. Because KO was so big, he weighed more than Eric, and was obviously nowhere near as agile or swift. And if that wasn’t enough, KO was fat and his belly stretched over his belt line like a common beer gut, which would slow him down even more. Eric also noticed that KO didn’t have a strong case of B.O. Sure, it doesn’t help the situation, but Eric was thinking positive. And frankly, he’d prefer getting vored by a lizard who smelled like salami and had the smell of burnt or digested meat on his breath than some macro who smelled so foul Eric thought it spent its time bathing and drinking skunk oil. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. If he just continued sprinting, he could arrive home safely. But if he didn’t, he’d be thrown into that reptile’s maw, saliva thicker than lather seeping into his Mohawk and ruining the dye, a purple tongue groping his hairy, juicy body, and, God forbid, chewing. Then he’d be pressed down the esophagus very slowly, before falling into that pudgy belly and digesting in stomach acid…
No, no, think positive Eric. Think positive. There was no one behind him, there was no one ahead, and judging by the bright lights, he was getting closer to town. He sighed with so much relief he thought he’d break down and cry from glee. And at that moment, he did break down, tripping over a root from a tree. He thought it was over now. He was going to die. He remembered watching some overrated movie on SyFy called Supergator and saw some guy running from a mutant reptile, only to trip over his own feet and have the mutant bite down on his foot and graphically eat him. He quickly got to his feet again, only to have something hit him in the back and knock him back down. He thought it was KO and he turned around and screamed. Surprisingly, the entity screamed back at him. It was Wiles, and he was sweating profusely. Eric sighed with relief and stood up with his dragon friend.
“I see you guys believed me. You see what I’m talking about now?!”
Wiles wheezed four times very loudly before shaking his head up and down.
“Yeah…giant lizard who eats furries!”
“What happened to Frosty?”
Like magic again, the white polar bear came sprinting through the woods, wheezing heavily and sweating profusely like David was. He didn’t even stop to warn David or Eric; he just continued sprinting. All he did was jerk his body around and shout out, “EVERY FURRY FOR HIMSELF!!” before sprinting like a maniac with a chainsaw was after him. Then again, with those razor sharp teeth of his, maybe KO did have a chainsaw…in his mouth anyway. David and Eric took the frozen ursine at his word and started sprinting through the woods again. The only problem was that Scorch was nowhere near the group. He was several miles behind, running so slowly a tortoise could go faster. Despite his lean and somewhat muscular appearance, Scorch was out of shape. He couldn’t even run half a mile before he started slowing down. At one point in his life, he vomited on the ground and blacked out just from running three miles. Sure, there was adrenaline pumping in his veins, but none of it was helping his leg muscles and only made his heart beat faster than a drum. Even with KO chasing after him, the orange dragon couldn’t keep up with his friends. Just as Scorch thought all hope was lost, he heard something flutter behind him and felt a cool breeze going over his shoulders. He turned around and noticed something that made him feel dumber than a Stegosaurus.
He had wings.
“You dumbass. I can just fly away. DUH!!” he said, slapping his palm against his forehead.
Scorch turned back around and heard loud growling and stomping, indicating the lizard’s presence. The fire dragon yelped and stretched out his wings, quickly taking to the sky before the reptile could get to him. KO stood where Scorch was and looked up into the sky to see the dragon’s wings flap in the air. He could hear raucous laughter coming from the scaley, something like Nelson’s infamous laughter from The Simpsons.
“HA HA!! Can’t chase me now, can ya bitch?!” he chuckled.
KO smiled leeringly before opening his mouth and shooting out his tongue like a frog, wrapping the purple, sticky muscle around the dragon’s throat. Scorch squealed like a cub and started thrashing around in mid-air, desperately trying to rip the tongue away. He tried to shoot fireballs at the assailant, but he was unable to get the fire out of his mouth because of how hard the tongue was squeezing him, and all he could do was squirm. KO started to bring his tongue back into his mouth and the second Scorch screamed he was already inside his mouth. The fat lizard started sucking on the hot dragon, absorbing the spicy flavor of his scaly hide. Inside, the dragon saw nothing but darkness, heard nothing but murring and fluids dripping from the top of the lizard’s mouth. The lizard smiled with the dragon thrashing around in his mouth before tilting his head back a little and devoured the dragon some more. He didn’t chew his food; he liked eating his prey whole. Scorch started to become light-heated as the lizard’s hot humid breath blasted him in the face, rendering him unconscious. The dragon brushed against the uvula before falling down the throat and into the soggy esophagus. With a loud gulp and a lump disappearing from his neck, KO swallowed the dragon and sighed happily, patting his belly, which just grew an inch or two in diameter. Scorch was knocked out before he managed to fall into the stomach juices…
They were back in the public, thank God. Unfortunately, the area they were in was a tiny town right outside the rim of Furtopia, which had nothing more than a few sleazy hotels and a couple of restaurants. Everyone was asleep now, and there wasn’t a cop in sight. Eric could’ve called the community a ghost town. Nevertheless, they were in a public place, which meant there was a smaller chance of KO voring them for everyone to see. …Unless he wanted to eat the entire town. He sure had the stomach for it. Anyway, Eric, David, and Frosty were busy looking down on the ground, their breath shooting out of their mouth like bullets and sweat pouring down their foreheads.
“Okay…so now…that we’re…safe…” wheezed Wiles.
“We’re not…safe…he could be right behind us…”
“Don’t jinx it…Eric.” said Frosty.
“Hey…look at that!”
David pointed over to a restaurant that was familiar to anyone in the world: McDonald’s.
“You can’t be serious! You’re thinking…of food?!”
“No, but we could…hide in there. It doesn’t look like…anyone’s inside.”
Frosty nodded. “Good idea. The smell of the food will probably…throw KO off too. Let’s split up. Eric and David, you guys go around the building and head to the morgue. I’ll go through the restaurant.”
“But what if the monster—”
“Just trust me on this Eric! Now go!” Frosty demanded.
The striped horse and dragon nodded and pretty soon they started running their way past the restaurant. Eric ran on the left side, and Wiles the right. The polar bear on the other hand ran right through the restaurant. He burst through the doors and hopped behind the counter, the fragrant smell of chicken nuggets and the odor of the grease from the deep fat fryer charging into his olfaction system. Frosty, although hungry, ignored the smells and stayed hidden. He was wondering why no one was in the fast food eatery, considering McDonald’s was open 24/7, but hey. Maybe all the workers went off-duty simultaneously. Frosty was squatting well over five minutes before he peeked behind the marble counter and out the glass doors. KO was heading his way inside the restaurant. He gasped and shut his mouth before sitting on the floor, concealing himself from the monster yet again. The polar bear heard the door creak open, heard loud footsteps pounding on the tiled floor, and heard soft exhaling and growling from beyond. The lizard was in the restaurant, looking for more prey. He sniffed the air multiple times before exhaling with slobber dripping on the ground. Frosty peeked behind the counter to satisfy his curious nature, and then jerked his body back down. KO had his back turned, but the sight of him, even from behind, was terrifying. The polar bear hid again and shut his eyes, desperately trying not to whimper. A tear fell from his eye and he started to feel pathetic, like he was nothing more than a sheep hiding in a wolf fursuit. “A pussy with a gun in his hands” as Clive Owen would say from Frosty’s favorite movie Shoot ‘Em Up. That’s what he felt like now.
Surprisingly, another tear came down…on his scalp. Okay, Frosty knew something was wrong now, and he opened his eyes and brushed his paw across his shaggy head. He grimaced once he saw his paw. It wasn’t a tear at all. It was spit. Drool. Saliva. Slobber. Whatever the hell you wanna call it, it was all over the ursine’s head. Another thick droplet fell onto his face and Frosty whimpered as he looked up. KO was looking down at him, a sick and twisted smile on his face. He opened his mouth wide and began to descend as Frosty screamed. The scream died in his throat as KO began to suck the bear in. He tilted his head back, watching as Frosty’s legs thrashed profusely, and began to swallow, easily letting the bear glide down his throat and squishy esophagus. KO shut his eyes and laughed with the ursine going down into his system. Then, like Scorch, he gulped loudly and the giant lump in his neck disappeared and landed in his stomach juices. KO patted his stomach and hiccupped, his torso stretching out a few more inches.
However, the stout lizard still had two more meals to consume before he could fill his belly and call it a night.
David and Eric were at the morgue. Smart move right? The zebra knew that the shortest route back to his house was through the spooky abandoned building that used to store bodies, and despite all the scalpels and vivisecting tools and the stench of death, Eric wasn’t even remotely scared. His primary focus was on the abomination chasing after them. Even now, Eric still wasn’t tired after running several miles. Sure he was sweating, but his adrenaline was pumping throughout his body, pushing him exceedingly over the limit. At the rate the zebra was going, he’d end up dying from his heart exploding. The stripes horse was certain this might happen to Wiles, as he was on all fours panting with his tongue almost touching the cold ground. At least the dragon had his wings. If he was smart like Scorch was, then he’d soon realize that he had to use his wings to elude his pursuer.
“C’mon, c’mon Eric we have to go!” huffed the dragon.
“Oh, is there a point anymore? Maybe we should let the lizard eat us. If he doesn’t chew us then there’s a chance we’ll survive right?”
“I did NOT spend all this time running just so I could before a monster’s stool sample! We have to go now!”
“David, I don’t even see the monster anymore. Shouldn’t we just hide until he finds some other prey to vore?”
“I’m a dragon and I know about scalies and their tendencies to hunt for prey! One thing is for certain, and that’s that KO won’t stop looking for us until—”
The fat lizard showed up out of nowhere and roared again, his belly jiggling as the two scrumptious runners were shifting around in his stomach juices. David and Eric screamed loudly and started sprinting their way to safety, taking two separate corridors.
“DON’T STOP RUNNING TILL YOU GET TO MY HOUSE!!”
Eric didn’t know what happened to Frosty or Scorch. He didn’t want to know. Hopefully, Scorch was flapping his fiery wings in the air, heading over to the police station to seek some help. Frosty was presumably in McDonald’s, either cowering in the bathroom or stuffing his face while his friends were running for cover. Whether or not his friends were dead or alive, all he knew was that he had to get to his haven before his legs gave out, which they were on the verge of doing. This wasn’t a problem for Eric. This was a problem for David Wiles. Wiles, although weighing far less than KO, was tubby and out of shape. He could run faster than Scorch, but if he hadn’t spent much of his teenage years eating candy bars and fast food perhaps he would be running as fast as Eric, if not more. So, like Scorch, he was panting and running very slowly. Not as slow as a tortoise, but he wasn’t the Road Runner. Unfortunately, he wasn’t that smart either. Even though the dragon knew something was fluttering behind him, he had no idea they were the sound of his wings flapping. KO was getting closer now, so close that Wiles could almost feel the drool falling down the reptile’s jaw. Too little too late did Wiles find out he did indeed have wings, which would’ve aided his escape. Sadly, he used the wings too late. Just as he hopped into the air to start flapping, he suddenly fell back to the floor. Whether it was because of his weight or his lethargy he didn’t know, but once he tried lifting his body into the air, he crashed back down onto his belly. Not a moment later, KO snarled viciously and grabbed the dragon with his meaty scaly hand, holding him up to his eye level. Wiles whimpered to himself and tried to ease his way from the lizard’s coarse grip, but it was futile.
“Ooh, such a pudgy little dragon you are! You should fill my stomach quite nicely.” growled KO, before he licked his lips.
“Please don’t eat me!”
“Why wouldn’t I do that?” demanded the monster.
Wiles thought briefly, trying to think of the most convincing lie he could conjure in order to persuade the monster to put him down.
“Um…because you’re ass…will…break…”
KO stared at the dragon flatly before he shoved the reptile inside of his maw very quickly. He didn’t chew the dragon nor did he savor the flavor. He just wanted another tasty morsel digesting in his belly, and what better way to do that than gobbling up a rotund dragon? There wasn’t any screaming or thrashing as far as KO could tell, but he did feel something shift around in his mouth, something like a pinball going out of control. Nothing was outside of the lizard’s mouth except for David’s tail, which was flopping up and down erratically. KO slurped up the tail like spaghetti and gulped loudly, the dragon quickly falling down the damp esophagus and into the smelly chamber of stomach juices, where his friends Frosty and Scorch were. Outside, the lizard’s stomach grew even more, up to the point where his pants would rip if he bent over. KO could barely see his toes if he looked down because his massive gut was in the way. But he didn’t mind. He was becoming full now. KO sighed with his purple tongue hanging out and his stomach juices were sloshing around as he started to walk through the graveyard. There was only one target he had left…
Eric Stripe was resting beside his front door, inside his wooden box of protection. He had arrived to his house safely, without the monster trailing him from behind. The zebra made sure he locked the door four times and nailed a few 2x4s to it before he finally exhaled with relief and collapsed to the floor. He had never been so happy to be alive, and at home. He was upset though, as he had no idea what happened to Frosty, Scorch or Wiles, and they were presumably dead or resting inside the lizard’s stomach, digesting. The zebra lied on the floor for a while before he got his strength back and he stood up, drowsily heading into the kitchen to go make himself some food. The zebra wolfed down all his food in a matter of minutes before washing the dishes and placing them inside the dishwasher. He then warily walked up the stairs to his bedroom and opened up the door. The lights weren’t on in his room so he grumbled and started moving his hand across the wall until he found the switch and flipped it. Once the lights came on, the sudden flash blinded him for a millisecond before he noticed a giant lizard with a rotund belly sitting on his bed, his stomach juices gurgling.
“OH SHIT.” said Eric.
KO smiled widely and got off the bed. Before Eric could run outside, the lizard already got ahold of him, grabbing him by the neck. He wasn’t choking him, but rather keeping a firm grip so he wouldn’t get away or scream. KO slowly brought the zebra over to his maw and he opened his mouth widely, his purple tongue hanging down his jaw. Eric had time to see the sticky tongue, the jagged teeth, and the roof of his mouth and even caught a glimpse of his uvula, which strangely did look like a punching bag. But there was nothing else he could do. There was no one else in the house, and no one saw him come home. The blinds were closed and the area he lived it was remotely serene. He was all alone. And with that, KO dropped the striped horse into his mouth. He didn’t eat him fast like Wiles, as he never ate a zebra before and wanted to enjoy this one. While Eric has halfway inside his mouth, the other end was busy kicking and trying to back out of the dripping cavern. All the slimy slobber was soaking into his fur and ruining his Mohawk. The sight of the throat and esophagus was actually scary, like going through a worm’s colon and realizing all the walls and floors were made of soggy scrunched up skin and flesh. The hot breath blasting in Eric’s face was enough to make him pass out. It was so humid and rampant that he was having trouble breathing and his vision was beginning to fade. The zebra heard loud sucking from the outside and could feel more drool falling on his body, practically smothering him in sloppy wet goop. Eric heard KO murring some more from outside and the next thing he knew, his entire body was being pushed down the esophagus. His Mohawk was completely ruined, as well as his clothes, and he was out cold. He didn’t even have time to react when he joined his friends in the abdomen…
KO was still lying in Eric’s room on his bed, flossing his teeth with a toothpick with a wide grin on his face. His belly was full and he was happy now, satisfied with his four meals. He stopped cleaning for a moment to let out a mighty belch with his mouth wide open. After letting out the gas, his stomach churned and he patted it a few times to calm his digestive system down. His prey hadn’t finished digesting and KO wasn’t sure if they had died during the procedure or if they were just sleeping and waiting for the inevitable. KO knew that sooner or later, he’d lose the excess pounds he put on and he’d be hungry again in the future. The animals he vored could be dead, or they could be alive.
Either way you put it, they were coming out.
Category Story / Vore
Species Zebra
Size 120 x 89px
File Size 75.5 kB
Still not making it mature. And it's vore. That's what happens when someone eats someone else, unless said otherwise. I don't understand how this story is any different from the hundreds of other vore stories/pics that end with the predator eating its prey and having a fat belly afterwards.
You do realize that the prey is going to digest, and most likely die in those pictures, right?
You do realize that the prey is going to digest, and most likely die in those pictures, right?
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3091626/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4850388/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/6912251/
You'll probably enjoy those three stories.
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4850388/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/6912251/
You'll probably enjoy those three stories.
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