Contains:

> Size Difference (Big feral Dewgong, small anthro Husky)
> unwilling Mawplay and Vore
> Fear and Dominance

(The ending is left intentionally ambiguous. Up to you whether the little guys are digested or survive.)

My second story to upload here, starring my Sona Charles the Dewgong! I'm thankful for feedback, so every comment is appreciated. Download the PDF or just read it here!
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Beach Peril

The first thing Carlos noticed was the intense warmth. A humid kind of warmth, resembling a
steamy sauna or hot summer day after rain showers. The next sensation was a slight smell of
saltwater and fish. Nothing too overwhelming, but recognizable. Confused, he opened his eyes to
find out he was surrounded by complete darkness. Moreover, his body was drenched in a thick
liquid. Wait, had he been sweating that much?

Then, his ears perked up when he heard a constant stream of air above him. Going in, going out,
causing a steady rumbling. What had happened to him? The little Husky tried to focus and retrace
his steps. He woke up this morning just as usual. Stood up, had a cup of coffee after an hour or
so... his friends! He had planned to meet up with them! The canine recalled chatting on his phone.
Where were they going to meet up? Somewhere... outside? The beach? Yes, that might be it! He
had stormed out of the door after getting ready... but the rest was a big blur.

Nervously crawling on all fours, he desperately tried to make sense of his surroundings. The
ground's texture felt odd; coarse and soft at the same time, also pretty slippery from that liquid.
What was that stuff? For how long had he been knocked out? Moving forward was tricky; he kept
slipping and falling onto his belly a few times, before finally reaching what seemed like a solid
object. The heat was now slowly getting to him; his breathing became deeper while his hand paws
examined what seemed like a solid, gigantic rock in front of him. Knocking on it a few times, he
speculated what color the strange boulder could have. Grey, like an ordinary rock? Brown, like
some sort of mineral?

Or... white? Tusks! Fangs!

Suddenly, His heart started pounding like crazy. Images suddenly flooded his brain, memories of
what had happened just a brief time ago. His friends. The beach. The blue sky. Volleyball. Then, a
creature... a Dewgong! Seemed friendly, they got closer... then, panic. His friends' faces in deadly
terror. The Dewgong growing and growing, and his friends... they...

Carlos' whole body started vibrating uncontrollably. No, this wasn't a prank, nor a dream. He was in
the Dewgong's mouth! The beast that just had grown to a gigantic size and devoured the whole
group!

"oooooh~ look who's back alive!"

Finally, some golden light rays hit the dog's face, blinding him for a moment. The giant's deep,
booming voice resonated all around him, paired with gusts of warm air gushing over him as the
jaws parted a little. The tongue quickly moved about with every word, causing the terrified,
whining canine to be tossed around helplessly. The big seal decided to leave his lips slightly parted
so that the maw's insides would be illuminated for Carlos to see. Pink, drooly flesh all around him,
and huge, sharp teeth guarding all possible exits.

"Did you rest well, little fishie?~ Ready to continue where we left off?"

The little dog, utterly baffled by that remark and still unable to avert his eyes from his
surroundings, was well aware he should say something. Anything to avoid the same fate his friends
suffered. His breathing had accelerated, his body still trembling in horror.

"I-I'm n-not a fish! P-please..."

A light-hearted chuckle was heard from his captor, completely disregarding how life-threatening
the situation seemed to the Husky. Wordlessly, darkness embraced him once again, before the wet
tongue quickly slammed him towards the seal's palate, rubbing him against the hard ridges while
sucking intensively. The Dewgong clearly enjoyed the taste, softly murring in relish. Waves of fresh,
warm drool ran along the panicked anthro, sticking to his fur and getting into his nose and mouth,
forcing him to cough frantically. After what felt like an eternity, the tongue finally lowered itself,
giving the dog a breather.

"Hmm... you taste just like a fish to me~ And to be frank, if it tastes like a fish..."
"N-No, please! I'm begging you!" The minuscule dog whined at the top of his lungs, with teared-up
eyes. "L-Let me go! I swear I'll never invade your territory again! P-please... my friends... y-you ate
them all..."

With a slight sadistic disappointment, the Dewgong answered promptly: "D'aww, what a shame.
I've been waiting all this time, letting you sleep on my comfy tongue, just so you would be fully
conscious to enjoy every bit of the ride, just like your friends! Don't worry; it was a pleasure to wait
for you~ no need to feel bad about it."

All of a sudden, the massive jaws parted widely, before the whole snout was tilted forward, making
Carlos slide towards the exit, where he already saw a massive flipper, eager to catch him. Getting
out his the moist cavern was all he wanted, so he didn't even try to fight back. In a blink of an eye,
he landed on the white surface and quickly turned around to see the grinning Dewgong's head
looming above him. The gigantic monster couldn't suppress another light laugh, looking at the
pitiful creature he had caught. Bushy tail tucked between his legs, coated with slobber from head
to toes, clearly scared to death. Just how he loved his snacks. The threatening, ice blue eyes fixed
oh him, scrutinizing his victim, while Carlos could only stutter out of breath.

"h-holy shit!! t-thank you... t-thank you! C-can I p-please go? I-I j-just want to go home..."

"Go? Didn't you hear what I said a moment ago? Are those big ears good for anything?" The cocky
beast replied playfully. "You don't want to leave your friends hanging, right? I can still feel them
squirming in there..." He said while glancing down at his belly, which in return answered with a
deep growl and churning sound. "They need your support, little fishie! Can't you imagine how
scared they must be in there? I mean, that's the place where food gets digested, not typically a
place to relax in. I'm sure they'll appreciate having you in there! Heeh, come on now~"

Freezing completely, Carlos could only watch as the titanous, closed snout lowered itself towards
him, slowly, before the Dewgong's lips pressed against the small morsel, giving him a full-body
smooch. Carlos struggled, flailed with his arms, wanting to push the snout away, but to no avail. He
stood no chance against the giant's power, and no one could save him now. Charles happily gave a
few more soft kisses, even sticking out the tip of his tongue while doing so. The canine kept
receiving smooches, in an unexpectedly tender manner. After seeing what happened to his friends,
however, he knew this was merely a game to the titan, instead of actual affection. Moving his
shout right next to Carlos' grey ears, the Dewgong softly whispered:

"You're just as handsome as you are tasty, you know that? And the best part: You're all mine now~"

Perplexed by the sudden compliment, Carlos had no time before the tongue skillfully scooped him
up and slurped him back inside, before the exit snapped shut. That was it, no escape now. The
small dog kept squeaking and struggling when the Dewgong licked him all over one last time,
trying to squeeze out all flavor and spreading it across his mouth. Carlos quickly got dizzy, losing all
sense of orientation in the dark chamber. Panting heavily, he vainly attempted to get a grasp, to
hold on to anything that could save him from turning into nothing but seal food. On the outside,
you could only see a happy creature, enjoying any other piece of food, before throwing the morsel
towards his throat, and casually swallowing it, just before opening his mouth and emitting a
relieved sigh. Feeling the food travel down his throat, guided by powerful muscles until
disappearing deep within him.

An outside viewer wouldn't be able to see any trace of the group, except a volleyball and a blanket
they had brought with them. And, of course, a massive Dewgong, just getting comfortable on the
soft sand, visibly content. He nuzzled his gurgling pudge a few times, aware that his snacks, still
frantically searching for a way to save themselves, would feel that small tease. The big seal then
just stretched a little, rolled onto his back, and closed his eyes, petting and rubbing his stomach
with a flipper.

"Ah, thank you guys, that hit the spot~ Enjoy your time in there while you can, alright?"

He said mischievously, before closing his eyes and getting ready for a nap.

(Charles the Dewgong and story by SuddenDraft)