I wanted to dip my toes into Voretober for the first time, and had a silly little idea for day one. Definitely don't expect me to even do a quarter of the Voretober prompts, but if I see one I get a good idea for I'll jump on it!

---

Engaged in a heated battle with their rivals, StarWolf, team StarFox takes an unexpected blow as Wolf O'Donnell makes a bold and unexpected move.

Cornering Peppy Hare, he makes quick work of gupling him down, and then falling back, forcing StarFox to either push forward into a disadvantageous location, or risk letting him get away with the old rabbit.

Not happy with the option, Fox made the decision to not leave any friend behind, and rushed forward, leaving Falco and Slippy before anyone can form a plan of attack.

By the time the two of them caught up to him, he had been reduced to a pair of kicking legs and a tail, slowly being slurped down into Wolfs gut to join the first course, as he continued backing away from the remaining members of team StarFox. Albeit a bit slower and wobblier.

Panicking, Slippy ran after him, much to Falco's annoyance. Bad went to worse as Falco noticed Slippy's "war cry" (panicked shouting) go silent not too long after he rounded a corner out of sight. He wouldn't give up on them, but the idea bailing and finding a new line of work was inching it's way into his mind.

Carefully walking the halls, blaster in hand, Falco passed through a doorway that lead to a railing, with metal stairs to the side leading down into a storage bay of sorts. Looking down he saw his mark, smirking and looking up at him, enjoying the squirms of his unfortunate allies.

"Why not just hop on down and join them?~" Wolf shouted in a cocky tone. "definitely much easier than whatever you idiots keep trying to do..." As he opened wide, and pointed a finger down his dark gullet.

"Nah, you just made things waaaay easier for me..." Falco retorted as he took aim. He was confident he wouldn't hit any of the guts occupants, but they can't really be upset with the method of their rescue.

But then, Falco's feathers stood as a voice came from right behind him.

"Suit yourself~." Came a taunting voice, as Falco realized his error in getting so tunnel visioned on wolf he forgot about the rest of the crew, as he was hit in the back of the head, and shoved over the railing, falling right into the same pit the rest of his crew had ran right into.

The force of the fall helped Wolf make quick work of his dessert, guzzling him in what felt like record time. His gut stretching massively to accommodate for the four course meal.

"Ahhhhhh... Settle down in there, you'll need the energy, seeing as you lot are gonna be in there for quite a while..." Wolf chuckles to himself, giving his belly a good hard smack. "I hope more teams like yours show up... I could get used to this.~"

---

As the hours passed, the struggles waned, and Wolf's gut began to shrink to the point he could stand up once more.

Giving what was left of his former rivals a heft, he chuckled to himself.

"I'll miss these squabbles, but I must admit, this is a fitting end for a band of fools~. Finally being put in your place... The wobbling waistline of the superior team captain..."