Gulppppp slurrrppkkk
“Mmmmmphelph!” echoed the muffled, half gargled protests from Leon’s gullet “Pateaummph!”
The fox rolled his eyes and, with a flick of his tail and flourish of his jaw, gulped one last time. The hefty bulge in his neck slipping down further into the depths of his hot body, towards the gurgling belly.
“Oh do shut up” He grumbled when those fluffy hind-paws finally slipped down his gullet and he could talk again “the dog isn’t coming to save you. Honestly I've eaten so many cats you really don’t think I've met one that had a dog for protection before? Easy to deal with. Just some, mmmmm, powder in their water bowl and they’re out like a light. And then the cat is all mine to eat.”
Leon licked his chops with lidded eyes, this was always his favourite part of the process. Really the whole ordeal was fun. Picking a potential plaything out, hunting it down, swallowing it nice and slow. It was all good but none of that compared to the wonderful afterglow of having that prey finally settle into the waiting, gurgling tummy and feeling it melt inside of him. And he’d waited so long to digest this one.
Inside Edmond grumbled some more as he slipped into the tight, wet and hot fox’s belly, inconsolable. He couldn’t believe this had happened, where was Pateau? Where was Chanticleer? They were supposed to protect him when he was in his cat form. And yet neither of them had stopped this happening, the cat letting out an annoyed meow as he slopped around in the foul stomach.
“Let me go!” Edmond cried out, kicking his fluffy little paws at the thick belly wall “you dumb fox! I’m not a real cat!!”
Leon rolled his eyes at the pointless lie to dissuade him which, in actual fact, was no such thing. Edmond wasn’t always a cat. Most of the time he was a very healthy, very normal human boy. But every so often he would open up that big, magnificent storybook of Chanticleer’s book and return to this vibrant animated land as a little white kitten. Where he could frolic and play and talk to all of his wonderful animal friends, before eventually returning to the mundane responsibilities of his human life.
But be that as it may he had been a kitten when Leon had encountered him and a kitten he would remain for the rest of his unfortunately shortened life, for Leon liked kittens very much. Too much, some would say, but Leon disagreed. There was no better food than cats, he would reply, such easy wrigglers and such fine plump bodies, sure they had their downsides. The claws mainly and that fur could be hell to hack back up sometimes, but get a good one and you have a meal like no other.
And what a cat little Edmond was. Leon licking his lips for the last remnants of that incredible flavour equal parts sweet and zesty, relishing its finer connotations of a sharp tartyness. That was the human side that still resided in Edmond but Leon didn’t know that, all he knew was that it was an unusual and welcome addition to his foxy palette. And while the taste was one thing the cat’s look and attitude was another. Such a plump, adorable little guy, Leon had thought upon first sighting him, with such a tempting and youthful smell. And oh how he had fought and cried out, struggling in vain to reach that odd book even as his forepaws slipped past that toothy cage of Leon’s jaws and he vanished from this world forever.
Reminded now of the book Leon glanced over at it still sitting open on the ground near him. The cat had been unusually determined to reach that book and he didn’t know why, not that it mattered, to him it was just an ordinary storybook. Pretty yes but hardly worth dying over, he would have been better off clawing or running than scrambling for this useless array of colourful pages.
Wanting to taunt Edmond some more Leon grinned and, with a cock of his leg and a deep chuckle that reverberated around the cat’s gurgling prison, let out a thick stream of urine to soak the book’s dense midsection. Inadvertently crushing any remaining chance that Edmond could have to turn back to his original form and escape this deadly vulpine encounter, dooming him to be fox food forever. And although Edmond couldn’t see the fox pissing upon his only hope he could feel it deep inside of himself even as he sat in the core of Leon’s happy, gurgling belly. A deep sense of unease and then, the realisation.
He choked out a sob. “Y-you monster! You dumb fox! Let me go!!!”
A fresh round of wriggles began again and Leon groaned in pleasure, huffing out heavily satisfied puffs of cat scented breath. “Grumpy kitty” He chuckled and laid on his back, the gorged organ jutting out fresh with the bulges of Edmond “feistier than most I meet, but then again I've heard of some of the things you’ve accomplished. Imagine a cat that managed to defeat the grand duke and save that tasty looking magical rooster and now you’re gonna be digested by a fox, pretty shitty right? I’d be angry too.”
The cat huffed in tandem, already beginning to feel his back and hind-paws starting to sting and his sweater becoming moist with the increasingly humid air. He scrambled around inside the belly to pull the garments on his body off before they became stuck to him and made escape impossible. Edmond was angry, frightened, but he wasn’t dumb. He could still survive this if he was lucky. And his sweater might be the key.
“Eat this!” He hissed and with all of the strength in his juice soaked little body he shoved the crumpled up garment up and into the opening of the belly, the sphincter, hoping to make the fox vomit him back up.
Leon felt the sudden movement and a light ache echo out of his belly, but he didn’t immediately feel queasy. “what are you doin-ugggghhhhh”
Then it hit him, fast and hard, his stomach was clogged up by this cat’s sweater and it needed to go. His brain surging into action, his lower muscles clenching even as Leon desperately tried to control it, tried to keep this cat and his sweater down.
The belly shifted, clenched, and Edmond let out a soft mew of discomfort but held on to the sweater clogging up Leon’s digestive system even as his digestive cage shifted, churned, gurgling in a vain attempt to dislodge this obstruction. He just needed to hold on, and every clench and gurgle and sting of his soaking body just made that determination grow. If this didn’t work, then it was all over.
Leon felt the burst of gas shift from the pit of his gut, below even Edmund, and rise up in a steamy ball of condensed air. “uh o-”
OUUURRRRAAAAPPPPPPP!! BURAPPPPPPPP!
Two belches erupted out in quick succession one after the other, followed by a series of smaller, higher pitched expulsions that made Leon’s gullet pump out, almost frog like. The fox closing his eyes, almost knocked back both by the force of those aggressive belches and the sudden smell of the heavy air covering the room. “uggghhh” He groaned, smacking his lips and chuckling anxiously “here comes another...”
And still no Edmond, all that had been released was the thick air that now carried his steadily digesting, heavily feline smell tinged with a sweetness that Leon may have recognised as human. Where he not busy burping it out.
Inside that rolling, violent belly Edmond grimaced and braced himself. Neither the first nor second belch had dislodged the sweater from where it was stuffed but he was confident this next one would be it. He held on tight, glancing to make sure that every inch of that stomach sphincter was covered in sweater, nowhere for the belches to escape around it like the other two had. “c’mon...” he mumbled, body covered in hot, smelly burp gasses and stinging digestive juices “I can’t....I can’t digest in here...”
gwuOAEYUruarp
He held on tight, hooking his cat claws into the folds of the sweater, as the belly clenched around his little body one more time tight and sudden. The hot gas rushing up from his feet and up past his kitten body more violent than the other two, more acrid this time and sending the belly into a fresh series of violent surges.
GURGGGLLE GLOORRRRPPPP
Wet sound assaulted Edmond’s ears and he, for the first time since he had first been turned into a cat, he felt like sitting down and sobbing. This sucked! But he could feel this aggressive rush of air finally beginning to dislodge the sweater, one pull, then two and then finally....
Up it went! The ball of warm, wet sweater finally pushing itself free of this fleshy prison and surging upwards pulling Edmond up like a reverse parachute, the cat’s eyes widening in hope and glee. He’d done it! he’d outsmarted this damned carnivorous beast just like he’d outsmarted the grand duke and his minions, and when he was free this fox was going to get double the treatment they’d received.
“Can’t eat me!” Edmond cried out as his little form was carried up, his head popping out of the belly and back the way it had came “I’m gonna pummel you so hard!”
But the cat’s glee would be his undoing, for in his haste to gloat he failed to notice his kitten claws becoming undone in the thin fabric of his brown sweater. The sopping, heavy bundle of cloth tugging once, then twice before finally coming clear of him entirely. Edmond’s eyes widening in terror, in helplessness as he scrambled to grab it before it was gone entirely.
“NO!!!” He cried and swatted, grabbed, pushed himself up further to catch it “NO STOPPPPP!!”
But his pleas for the sweater to wait for him fell on cloth ears, and the cat could only watch as his only hope to escape was ejected up that thick fox gullet without him. The cat’s letting out an anguished sob that lasted only a second or two before the elongated burp finally came to an end and, quite unceremoniously, was pulled back into the hot, now awoken belly with a wet slorpppp
“Ohhhh wow” Leon groaned and fell onto his side, the belly slamming onto the ground and sprawled out beside him, panting as he looked at the heavy and undone bundle of cloth that was once Edmond’s sweater. Now just a half digested, fouled memory of the cat it once adorned. “Smart kid” he chuckled and gave the screaming, sobbing bulge in his belly a genuinely empathic pat “but not smart enough. You really should have tied that around you, but oh well. There’s always your next life.”
“you’re mean!” Edmond cried rather pathetically, crossing his paws in a dejected manner as the belly gave him a brief reprieve from all of its rocking and pushing. Taking a few moments to steady itself, merely pumping a small amount of digestive juices in to keep Edmond soft while it recovered from his escape attempt. “You’re such a mean, horrible fox” the cat continued with venom “How could you eat me? I’m not food!”
“I don’t know about that” Leon picked a bit of white fur out from his teeth “smells like food, looks like food, tastes like food” he sang “but not food? Strange. Look, Edmond, listen to me”
The cat went silent, and Leon took the stage. He loved to talk and giving him the chance to monologue was a mistake.
“You are food, and good food at that, accept it. Although whether you do or not my digestive system is still going to finish you off before the day is done. Such is the way of life and such is the food chain my delicious little friend. Foxes were given tooth and claw and cats were made scrumptious and easy to catch for a reason.”
Edmond grumbled something that Leon couldn’t make out and gave a little kick that only bolstered the fox’s somewhat megalomanic tones. A white furred paw reaching up to stroke the cat’s prison from the outside, feeling the bulges he formed there, enjoying his little movements beneath the surface.
“And how could I eat you in particular? Oh if only you could see yourself, smell yourself in the way that I can smell you then perhaps you would understand. You’re just wonderful Edmond, you smell great and you taste even better, and to top it all off you’re tender and sweet and small enough to swallow whole. To most creatures you’d just be a snack but to me you’re a full meal, worth eating alive and really relishing. I just really wanted to eat you that’s all, you seemed appetising. Is that mean and horrid? Maybe. But little that can be done to reverse that now, my snack. You’re going right to my hips.”
Edmond sniffled and kicked again, his little paw barely making a dent in the squishy wall of fox surrounding him. He listened to every word reverberating around him and , truthfully, he understood that this was simply the way of things. Animals ate other animals, but to eat him of all beings and to eat him alive, it wasn’t right. He couldn’t let himself be digested by this fox. He was a human!
“M-mr fox” He said in a more respectful tone, quivering as the stinging in his fur and the humidity of the belly beginning to grow “I don’t think you understand. I’m not a cat, i’m a human boy.”
Leon rolled his eyes. “You’re really running with that aren’t you? Honestly i’ve seen strange things in my time, so perhaps it is true.”
“It is!” Edmond cried out, losing his composure a little “I was transformed, that book could change me back. Please just cough me up and you’ll see, I promise when I'm back in my human body I'll feed you something good.”
Leon looked thoughtfully at the ruined book near him, destroyed from his own actions.
“I destroyed the book” Leon responded with a lick of his lips “And I don’t really care. After all, you’re a cat now aren’t you? Food is food.”
The struggles began anew and Leon knew from how sloshy these little kicks and wriggles were that his belly was filling with acid. He grinned. “It’s about to get pretty rough for you Edmund, you’re gonna melt nice and easy.”
The cat let out a low wail and thrashed some more but only succeeded in splashing the thick liquid around, his lower half submerged and stinging up a storm, his nose twitching to smell the heavy stink of past meals now long digested. He would be added to that collection soon.
“Wahhhhhhh!” Edmond wailed, finally losing his resolve “Don’t digest me!!”
He kicked every part of his body against the sturdy stomach walls, every inch of his white furred kitten form turning into a ball of claws and fur that bulged on the surface of Leon’s gurgling organ. “Oh yeahhhh” The fox’s tongue slipped out from it’s hiding place to pant with a lustful, heavy air “That’s the stuff Edmond. You’re starting to turn me on.”
Edmond didn’t know what that meant but he didn’t care much either, he was much too preoccupied with the growing humidity of this tight prison he was encased in. The digestive acids reaching his neck and then stopping their rise, leaving the cat a little pocket of air to breath in as his body began to dissolve beneath the surface of the gooey liquid. He mewled out a pathetic, pointless cry for Pateau once more and continued his attempts to kick and trash in the pool of digestive juices, hitting the belly walls with his soaking, melting paws.
“Stop!” He cried “Stopppp! You can’t do this, lemme go!”
This time Leon didn’t respond, shifting the cat filled belly to the side to look at his hardening member. This wasn’t unusual, the process of digesting cats did turn him on somewhat and it had been a while since he’d found another fox to relieve himself with. But this time it felt decidedly more pressing, his cock wanted a release now.
He shifted his head around with ears craned to hear if Pateau had awoken yet, nothing. He had some time then, long enough to use this cat’s digesting form to crank a quick one off.
“Oh Edmond” He cooed and positioned both his legs on either side of that bulging belly, his cock pushing into it from behind “Settle tight, but keep wriggling for me, it’s a lot of help. You....unffff”
He rocked the belly back and forth, pushing its folds over his hard cock while the cat inside let out a confused and concerned mewl.
“You probably won’t understand this, and i’m much too horny to explain it right now” he chuckled “But just keep doing what you’re doing and it’ll work out for the both of us. I’ll get off and you’ll......ooooh, you’ll digest a little faster.”
Inside Edmund felt the belly rocking back and forth, felt something odd pushing in from the outside and felt the fox’s heavy paws settling on either side of his head. But he didn’t think much of it, his mind in too much of a turmoil to even listen to the strange and cryptic comments his devourer was making. He sniffled, “I just w-wanna go home...”
Leon could only huff in response, driving his rock hard member deeper into that squishy, gurgling belly. Humping Edmond from the outside in. His thrusts picked up in speed, his fluffy rump dancing behind him with every lustful thrust he gave into Edmund’s digestive hold.
It felt so good, the low thrusts, the desperate wriggles of the confused cat inside, the way the full belly folded around the rock hard member plunging into it. What a wonderful, naughty use of this poor kitten’s final moments. “Mmmmmmm” Leon growled working himself closer and closer to a climax “Poor little Edmond, just a tasty piece of meat and a toy for me to fuck....”
That last comment came out in a gasp and finally sent Leon into climax, his member spurting hot seed all over the white furred visage of his bulging belly. Edmond feeling only a slight increase in temperature as the outside of rolling, churning prison got coated in high grade fox sperm. He grimaced, confused, by this point practically boiling in the sloshing, steamy liquid. Hot sobs escaping from his contorted face, melting chest heaving with cries.
“Meanie!” He cried
“Tasty” the fox chided back with a grin, looking down at his relieved cock still dripping with cum, a puddle of the white liquid staining the ground and the remnants of Edmond’s nearby sweater. Leon would have blushed a little, embarrassed at his own self indulgence, but the sight of that cum covered and half digested fragment that had once adorned his prey’s fluffy form could only make him lick his lips once more.
“I must say Edmond, you are one the greatest meals I've ever h-” Leon hiccuped and the continued “ever had. If only I could eat you again, but of course this is a one way track and the only way out is to become my....”
Leon stopped, his ears flickered around. Someone was coming and coming fast, bounding up the stairs as fast as they could.
“Shit” Leon grumbled “took too long, have to get out of here.”
He bounced back up on the bed near the open window just as the door swung open and an old hound dog burst through with a slightly dazed, but definitely angry, expression on its face.
It looked at Leon still half asleep.
“Edmond?” Pateau inquired.
Leon would have made a snarky comment back, perhaps something along the lines of “no but if you wait an hour or so, then yes technically.” But he didn’t have time, the dog was drowsy still but that would wear off quickly when he realised his young ward was in such danger.
And just as the fox was prepared, Edmond piped up once more bolstered by the voice of his ageing mentor.
“PATEAU!!!” He cried out as loud as he could even though he could barely hear himself over the churning belly “he ate me Pateau!!! the fox ate me! Helpppppp!!”
So loud, anguished and sustained was the cry that even Leon had a brief moment where he contemplated becoming a vegetarian, and it was just enough to snap Pateau back to life.
“E-Edmond!” he barked just in time to see the fattened gut of the fox, the boiling sac of digestive juices that housed his feline friend, get momentarily caught in the open window as Leon jumped through it.
Pateau bounded forward to grab at the fox’s flailing legs but he was too late, by the time he clambered his own stubby form onto that soft bed Leon had managed to wrench his belly through the gap and sailed right through gap. Very nearly crushing Edmond within him.
“You aren’t going anywhere until you give me back my-WAHHHH!”
The dog jumped right through the open window and, lacking the gracefulness of a fox (even one weighed down by roughly 5 kilograms of cat meat), plummeted straight to the ground below.
Leon, clambering to his feet at the bottom after a less than ideal landing of his own, just managed to jump out of the way as the dog came crashing down right where he stood with a loud THUMP!
The dog bounced once, then flopped back down and was still.
“Hmmm” Leon thought as he looked at the unconscious dog and, for a moment contemplated eating him too before deciding that he really, really had to go before another obstacle appeared. This farm had him at his wits end.
He gave his, surprisingly quiet, belly a slap. “Edmond?” He called out thinking that his rough landing or the tight squeeze through the window might have killed the cat altogether.
“Shut up” The cat chimed from within with an unusually peppy tone considering he was very much in the throes of a fox’s digestion “Pateau! Get me out!!”
Leon looked at the crumpled up heap of dog and then turned back to his belly.
“Fell out the window” he said matter of factly.
“What?” Edmond responded, incredulous.
“The dog fell out the window, he won’t be waking up for a while. So much for that I guess.”
“W-wha....” Edmond sloshed around some more and put his face against the belly. This couldn’t be, his fur was falling out and his body was melting, Pateau had to save him. “Pateau!!”
But by the time the little cat finally realised that he was finally, fatally on his own Leon already left the farm behind him. And by the time Pateau woke up with an incredibly groggy head and looked around desperately for the two of them, not even Leon’s scent would remain.
It was over.
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♫ Let me be your digester
And let me digest you
Let me be your digester
Let me hear your sweet voice coo♫
Edmond groaned and gave the belly another weak paw, his half open eyes blinking at the strange song warbling around him. The fox was singing but the cat’s weak ears couldn’t make out what he was saying, his brain was fried, so close to its end now.
Leon hummed the rest of the tune as he crawled into his den with a warm sigh. “home sweet home, and not a dog in sight” he chuckled and glanced at this belly one more time “Still alive in there? You lasted longer than I thought you would.”
The fluffy housecat let out a long moan and looked down at the pool of digestive acid and his own juices around him. He was half melted, his fur was mostly gone exposing pink skin and he felt so weak, merely a shadow of the cat he once was. The only reason Edmond had survived this long was the magic flowing through him and that was quickly fading.
“If it’s any consolation” The fox grinned although Edmond only heard distant mumbles through his shredded ears “You were one of the best cats I've ever had. But” Leon rose to his paws one last time “time to finish you off I think. Let me just....BURAPPPPPHHH!!”
The final belch momentarily shot Edmond back to life but it was brief, one gasp of super hot air and he was finished, his body slumping as the gas rose up and up and exited out of Leon’s mouth. Fragments of fur, meat and even bone flung itself out of the fox’s mouth, the indigestibles of Edmond coming back the way they had came.
When it was finished Leon gave it a back sniff. “Pee-yoo, stinks. But I wouldn’t expect anything less, you were stewing in there for a while.”
With one last chuckle the fox laid down away from the bone remnants of previous meals and settled into a small bundle of leaves to sleep off the rest of the cat. By the time he awoke Edmond would be little more than two distinct layers of creamy fat on his belly.
And eventually Leon would belch up a dense little cat skull, and Edmond the boy turned cat would take up his place in the fox’s trophy room.
