benjaminthewolfnsfw

[benjaminthewolfnsfw]

First Time I Drew Internals

Even though this blog started off as a writing blog, I’ve decided to post the vore art that I’ve made here, too. This was my very first time drawing internals.

The characters here are from a really obscure Warrior Cats fan game called “Warriors: Road to Immortality”

Basically, Falconheart (the pred) is one of my custom protagonist characters, and I defeated Rabbitclaw (the prey, and the most powerful fighter in the game), with her.

[benjaminthewolfnsfw]

On Voideyes' Pile (Vore Story)

Y'all haven't seen me in a hot minute, haven't you? I'm most likely not returning, because college is coming up, but I am here to celebrate with you on this special day! Voideyes, Dove, and Kittypet are all from this really obscure Warrior Cats fangame called Warriors: Road to Immortality.

Kittypet is also technically the reader, because they're the placeholder for the player's custom cat protagonist character.

WARNING: EXTREMELY GRAPHIC UNWILLING DIGESTION! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Kittypet suffered in their sleep.

     Yes, the exact same Kittypet who had joined ThunderClan as an apprentice many moons ago. They were well past graduation, now.

     Any cat that hadn’t stolen essentially the entire stash of Catnip within their Medicine Cat’s den and proceeded to ram their head against the ground for ten minutes straight, claiming that: “The worms! The worms are gonna suffocate!”

     …………….

      -would expect to wake up exactly where they had fallen asleep. And this was true for Kittypet, too. 

     Well, sort of. They had fallen asleep in their nest in ThunderClan’s camp. And while they most certainly awoke in ThunderClan’s camp, they did not do so in their nest.

     They let out a…I suppose you could call it a yawn, if a yawn were to include a sharp gargling from the back of the throat and a few seconds of vicious full-body jerking. They then spent a solid thirty seconds locked in a thousand-yard glassy-eyed stare, limbs extended as if they were about to take off towards StarClan. And my oh my, if Kittypet didn’t WISH they could join StarClan for the totality of their existence in this plane.    

     Eventually, Kittypet’s sore, cramping lungs desperately forced an exhale, though a following inhale seemed downright impossible to permit. And that was when the dull, yet acute and radiating ache localized at the surface of their abdominal region was able to send its pain signals to their brain.

     Kittypet instinctively yowled before becoming meticulously aware of each and every single nerve ending at the site of their current agony. 

     Their head swiveled downwards, as if all of their muscles had vanished a moment prior, their eyes thus making contact with rock. Combining this current information with what they longed they couldn’t feel, Kittypet was able to deduce they were lying belly-down upon a sharp, yet jagged tip of the rock.

     And then their brain processed what vast, yet formerly indecipherable smudges of detail they had previously perceived, before the rock was a part of their knowledge. A gag was heaved out of their currently shriveled lungs.

     They looked up. Then left. Then right. Then left. Then center. Then down. Then up. Then center. Then left.

     Indeed. Their worst fears had been confirmed. 

     Aside from this, they only needed their periphery to discern what was directly at their sides. Right now, though, Kittypet needed to finish their thoughts about ThunderClan’s camp. Well…it’d be closer to the truth to say “ThunderClan” ’s camp, but at this point did that really make a difference?

     The Warrior’s den to the left still had a giant rock on top of it. Kittypet wondered where the remaining Warriors slept. Or, before even that, where they even were in the first place. And…who they even were…in the first place.

     Kittypet turned their head right, towards the nursery, and was instantaneously struck with the same exact combination of terror, mourning, and disbelief they had experienced upon their first encounter with that nursery. Taking shortened, labored, miniscule breaths, one after the other, in through their nose, Kittypet was still able to recognize the Kits’ scents. 

     Including Dawnkit’s.

     Kittypet wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved that she hadn’t been killed again, or sorrowful that she was still here.

    As well, in attempting to take in the Kits’ scents, Kittypet had also taken in the scents of the two cats lying next to them. Or, rather, the two prey-sized corpses of the two cats lying beside their, as they now understood, equally shrunken form. The exact same cats as last time, no doubt. Kittypet didn’t even need to wonder how they hadn’t become crow-food yet.

     The scent that Briarstar on the left exuded indicated that…whoever he actually is…or… was…in this…place…he had died in his sleep. Which checked out considering how old, and…decrepit, and…senile wasn’t the best word, but it wasn’t like Kittypet was in any position to think of a better one.

     Nettleclaw on the right, on the other paw, positively exuded shock. Whatever had managed to overpower her…Kittypet could only think of a few candidates, and one of them was Rabbitclaw. Kittypet shuddered. They wouldn’t put it past the Clawmaster. That cat was made of only two things: Wind, and ego.

     At this point, having become fully aware of their situation, Kittypet could’ve focused all of their energy into getting themself off the rock.

     Could’ve.

     Had the shadow of a small bird not descended over the grass lying in front of them, sending them into the panic response of immobility.

     And as if the situation wasn’t soul-suckingly horrid enough as it was, it got worse.

     Way. Way. Way. Way. Way. Worse.

     Kittypet lamented over the fact they couldn’t scream the cat’s name, though for what possible reason, not even they knew.

     The ghostly pure white cat, eyes void and mouth null, calmly strode towards Kittypet, who remained painstakingly aware of each pawstep. Whilst a constant pulse of anguish seared deep into Kittypet’s abdomen, the horrid, fur-spiking cat progressively stole more and more space within their field of view.

     As if able to sense their languishing vocal chords, incapable of overcoming their imposed choking strains, Voideyes spoke up themself. 

     “Hush your suffering, my little prey. Everything will be over soon.”

     Before Kittypet could even begin the process of gathering together all the mental resources they would need to process those words, Voideyes’ head tilted downwards, moving forwards soon thereafter, at an ominous, gradual pace.

     Only able to recognize on an implicit level the question of how Voideyes could possibly eat prey without a mouth, their question was instantaneously struck down once the spectral cat’s skin where their mouth should be made contact with their form.

     Phasing through the barrier as if it had never existed at all, Kittypet was promptly graced with the strangling presence of darkness. It was quite the good thing then, that they, as all cats do, possessed night vision.

     Rather than sight, however, the very first sense which granted Kittypet information was smell. They recognized those scents. All of them. Swirling about within the dampened midsts of Voideyes’ maw, were many fellow ThunderClan cats. Ravenwing. Amberflame. Galeflower. Kestreleye. 

     …..

     Uncertainty gouged into Kittypet’s mind. 

     They intook one great final whiff. 

     Tempestcloud?

       That was when Voideyes’ tongue made its move, in order to engulf, fully, Kittypet’s form within their maw. Kittypet spasmed as the piercing, rigid papillae upon the warm, slimy muscle compressed against their skin… the result of which granted Voideyes just enough time to slip the shuddering body inside. All the way inside.

     Now, it was just Kittypet, and Voideyes’ pointed, glistening fangs. Far sharper, shinier and, perhaps most bloodcurdling-ly of all, numerous, than a cat’s fangs ever should be. Pitch black gums lay close beyond, as the tongue began to pull itself backwards.

        Kittypet’s head brushed against Voideyes’ plump, dangling uvula, before their eyes, dragged by nothing but desire to comprehend, bore deep into their shadowy pharynx. Kittypet strained to make out where their mouth ended and their esophagus began. Yet, any attempt to reach a satisfying conclusion was curbed into dismal futility the moment wings flapping leisurely gave way to gentle cooing.

     Kittypet’s heart ceased, their breathing halting mid-exhale. And then, for reasons they had long stopped trying to question, they found their body was wholly flipped around, gazing vacantly towards the front of the maw.

     Through a steeled duration of stillness, Kittypet awaited another coo.They knew for a fact it was coming. First, however, they were met with the decidedly different sensation of squelching esophageal muscles squeezing around their legs and tail, dragging them downwards into the slick tube. No more than a second later, Dove peered her head inside.

     Kittypet’s soul collapsed. Voideyes’ three words screeched throughout the collectivity of their being. The squishy echoes of another gulp rang boisterously around the maw, pulling their lower body into the esophagus. The words boomed louder and louder within Kittypet’s eardrums, forcing their heart rate to imitate. Dove merely cocked her head and took a singular step forwards.

     At this point, Kittypet’s innate survival reflexes mandated an override of their fear response to remain still and silent, physically forcing them to finish exhaling, before gagging in a breath of oxygen. There was no feasible way they could pay any possible mind to Dove’s piqued interest in this sudden physical change. She took two steps forwards, nearly bringing her being’s entirety inside with them.

     “GETAWAYGETAWAYGETAWAYGETAWAYGETAWAYGETAWAYGETAWAY!”

     Kittypet wailed in their mind, with a terror for their life far eclipsing the one Voideyes was currently evoking.

     Dove, seemingly also able to read minds, was encouraged only to walk further in. Her full body was now inside Voideyes’ maw, whilst Kittypet’s chest became entrapped by the ghost cat’s esophagus.

     “Cooooo-ooooooooo?” Dove trilled from her own throat as she only drew closer. 

     Voideyes swallowed one more time, leaving only Kittypet’s head and arms outside their esophagus. And then, something shattered inside Kittypet.

      “SAVE ME, DOVE!”

     “C-Cooo?”

     Dove leaned in towards Kittypet, her large, dark, beady eyes protruding from each side of her head. She seemed to seep directly into Kittypet, her gaze alone severing the connection between their body and mind, before her claws slid smoothly around their heart.

     *Click*

     Kittypet’s consciousness returned just in time to observe Voideyes’ gnashed fangs tightening the pressure between their hold, as if fully intent on fusing together.

     The last thing Kittypet could sense was a horrified: “OOOOOOO-COOOOOOOO!” before their head and arms slipped beyond Voideyes’ pharynx.

     With each consecutive wave of peristalsis, Kittypet felt their own throat closing up even tighter. So much blood pounded within the veins between the swollen walls, that the resulting heat may as well be sealing it shut.

     Drenched in totality by the combination of saliva flowing down from the maw, and mucus lubricating the esophageal lumen, Kittypet’s sopped fur clung stiff to their skin, drawing the muscular tube’s unique tactile perceptions even closer to their being.

     The fierce, stinging fever in their forehead brought to their ears a consistent, overpowering thump, categorically overriding any possible attempt to aurally detect anything beyond.

     Kittypet’s time could only draw out for so long, however, and the moment they could sense that their tail, which had previously been brushing against the esophageal walls, was now against nothing but air, their brain’s grip on their own consciousness staggered furthur. 

     With their sanity crackling like a hollow twig beneath a paw, the rest of Kittypet’s body inevitably dove beyond the lower esophageal sphincter as well. A moment of freefalling ensued. And then, Kittypet ruptured.

     Sizzling shadowy waters fervently engulfed Kittypet’s form as their twitching body remained just buoyant enough to avoid drowning. Having sensed the arrival of a meal, the gastric pits in Voideyes’ stomach walls began secreting the enzymes they needed to digest it. 

     As protein “scales” comprised the outer layers of their fur shaft cuticles, with layers of proteins, (as well as lipids), lying in-between, proteases enclosed upon Kittypet’s body. Hydrochloric acid proceeded with activating pepsinogen into pepsin, and denaturation, (through ionization), of different protein structure levels commenced, each of which subsequently lost their functions.

     The keratinocyte proteins upon Kittypet’s epidermis were similarly denatured by the pepsin, searing away at their fur follicles as they permeated into the dermis, simultaneously causing nociceptors in the dermis, (signaled first by their epidermal free nerve endings), to release neurotransmitters into the central nervous system. All the way up to the brain.

     Kittypet stopped thinking. 

     Consciously, semi-consciously, and unconsciously. 

     The electrical signals within their brain fuzzed around for a while, before fizzling out of existence entirely. 

     From there, the gastric acid burned into the hypodermis, breaching Kittypet’s veins and arteries, and dying the deathly waters around them a rich, vicious red. The red blood cells, white blood cells, plasma, and platelets, swirled around amongst the pepsin in cellular disorientation, inevitably succumbing to the gastric enzymes’ denaturation.  

     As the stomach was unable to, (fully), break down lipids, the digestion of the fats within their subcutaneous tissues was a job reserved, instead, to the duodenum of the small intestine.

     Regardless, being a liquid, the gastric acid merely seeped around the lipids, dissolving into Kittypet’s muscles, (their skeletal muscles, specifically), that which are known for their compositions of proteins. The connective tissues of the epimysium, followed by the endomysium and perimysium, each had their collagen fibers ravaged to unrecognizability as the pepsin continued their work. Now, they had access to Kittypet’s smooth and cardiac muscles.

     Soon enough, all that remained of Kittypet was their skeleton. Sloshing around within the lifeless cellular chyme of their own remains.

     Said chyme was thus churned, by the very same merciless stomach, through the pylorus, where the process of digestion would finish, via amylase and lipase from the pancreas. 

      Meanwhile, however, Kittypet’s indigestible bones began to render themselves to transparency. They faded out from the ghastly waters, and into external reality. Far from floating aimlessly, within the harrowing, lethal depths of Voideyes' stomach, the bones appeared instead, to rearrange their spatial structure, all by themselves, onto a nest within ThunderClan’s camp.

[benjaminthewolfnsfw]

Reblog to give the person you reblogged this from a Croissant (🥐).

[benjaminthewolfnsfw]

Once more for all the homies!

I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:

IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.

1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.

2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.

3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”

4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”

5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.

TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.

Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.

[benjaminthewolfnsfw]

ITS APRIL 13 YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

FETCH ME NEIL

[benjaminthewolfnsfw]

[benjaminthewolfnsfw]

Can you make some pov vore stories featuring characters from punch-out? (based off FeedFancier's videos)

Didn’t I already do that with “Nightmare Of An Irish Snack?”

[benjaminthewolfnsfw]

NAAAAH FAM IT REALLY DO BE LIKE THIS SOMETIMES!

How my creative process works sometimes.

Search your soul. You know it to be true.

[benjaminthewolfnsfw]

The Bully Rumbling Cave

Another trade story I wrote for @luci-voracious-blog, a crossover between Pikmin, and Ripper from total drama. Odd combination, I know, but it works.

****

The sun bore its rays down upon the open, grassy dirt grounds of the Sun-Speckled Terrace. The few, spread-out trees in the region swayed gently within the silent breeze, as the native birds chirped and warbled over the skies. The population of Pikmin in this region had been increasing significantly ever since the Rescue Corps had introduced new sub-species (such as Red Pikmin and Glow Pikmin) to the area. This meant that the recently imported Pikmin living in the terrace would have to learn how to adapt to their new environment, a process which had mostly been guided by the native sub-species themselves.

Thus, as one, singular, lone Red Pikmin apprehensively parted a clump of taller grass to peer through, a solemn “Wa-squee?” noise rang out a couple of centimeters from his miniscule form. Destined only to die out and sink down towards the sparsely-short-grass-covered dirt of the area now before him. The area in question was the one which featured many strange inorganic objects, such as the cube-shaped, brightly colored wood that wasn’t a part of any tree, nor bore any leaves, which no Pikmin had ever been able to fully comprehend.

The Red Pikmin eventually stepped through the aforementioned clump of grass, and took a moment to gaze around for his friends. It had only been a couple of minutes since he had last seen them. He knew they had gone somewhere behind the tree located closest to the strange tall, gray object standing firmly upon the forest floor, but where they could’ve gone after that was a complete and total mystery to the poor Red Pikmin. Since he had no other leads, however, it would only come as a natural decision that the tree would be the best place to go and search around for the moment. So, the tiny plant-like individual heaved out a high-pitched “Haaah~” before at last, he embarked upon the awfully long journey towards the tree, plodding along with his two thin, stumpy legs, and attentively scanning his surroundings for helpful details.

In the end, however, the unfortunate, miniscule, sole Red Pikmin would not even need to make it halfway, before all of the gigantic, horrific details that the teensy creature would possibly need to know decided to do the revealing all by himself.

*THUMP!*

“Eep? WAAAA!”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! OH, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, LITTLE GUY? YA LOOKIN’ FOR ALL YOUR EQUALLY INSIGNIFICANT FRIENDS? OH WAIT! THAT’S RIGHT! I ATE ALL YOUR FRIENDS! *PFFFFFFFT*!”

Instantly petrifying the feeble Pikmin into stiffened paralysis as a considerable amount of rouge spit from the mocking fart noise succumb to gravity and landed down onto his stagnant form, it was thus only a matter of bending down and hauling the terrified Pikmin up by the leaf for the decidedly out-of-place Total Drama contestant known as Ripper. Forming a crooked and devious grin as he brought the tiny creature up to his face, Ripper wasted absolutely zero time in further traumatizing his prey by resuming his bout of vulgar yelling the very next moment.

“ALSO, YOU CAN’T UNDERSTAND ME ANYWAY, SO I’M SURE YOU WON’T MIND IF I GO AHEAD AND MAKE YOU USEFUL FOR SOMETHING!”

Now inescapably captured within the merciless grasp of the relative giant, the utterly shocked and wholly stunned Red Pikmin (who, indeed, couldn’t comprehend English), could only dangle there in horrific agony as his fate remained locked in the clutch of the humongous Ripper.

Steadily narrowing his eyes as he began to lift the Pikmin above his head, Ripper thus prepared himself for one last bout of self-serving screeching, before he revealed to his prey his fate.

“WELP, ENOUGH MESSING AROUND!”

he thus hollered out with a scoff,

“TIME TO JOIN THEM!”

The Red Pikmin, of course, had absolutely no way of understanding what Ripper was actually planning to do with him. All he had been able to determine thus far was that whoever this strange giant was, he was most definitely not a friend. It was for this exact reason then, that the miniature plant-like critter only began to freak out once the characteristically unlikable man finally parted his two jaws. Revealing at long last, his warm, slimy, pinkish, gaping maw.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

Ripper teasingly let out with a still very prominent smirk on his face, rubbing his fingers between the Red Pikmin’s leaf, as said Pikmin, now knowing what Ripper wanted to do, naturally began to desperately flair around and squeal in nothing but pure terror for his very life.

“Awwwww, now isn’t that cute?” Ripper sarcastically, though slightly laboriously mumbled out from his still-open maw. “What, do you think you’re gonna make me feel sorry with that kind of begging?”

The Red Pikmin only continued to squeak and thrash around in utter hysteria.

“WELL TOO BAD FOR YOU! HAH!”

And with that, Ripper released his two fingers from the leaf, and observed the following seconds in pure bliss. His prey was now left with zero choice but to tumble downwards through the air, plunging past his widened jaws in due time, until eventually, landing on the tongue.

The instant that Ripper felt the impact on the middle of the squishy, wet muscle was the instant he snapped his jaws shut, and brought his head back down to its natural position. Not only was this to prevent any possibility of escape, but also to further distill unfiltered dread into the Red Pikmin, as he steadily raised his tongue up towards the maw’s very top.

The jittering Red Pikmin within could only give an instantaneous “EEE-WEEH!” noise upon sensing his leaf scraping against the rough ridges at the roof of Ripper’s maw. Due to this jolt, his being was no longer in a position where he could consciously process the area around him. Subconsciously, however, the poor, teeny creature’s chest, and the lower sides of all four limbs, were soaking up far more heat than the rest of his body, as they were right up against Ripper’s tongue. This was mostly the same with the sensation of wetness, but since several drops of thick saliva had been constantly dripping down onto his form from the hard palate above, the sense was not elusive to that region.

In terms of sound, Ripper had naturally been taking breaths in and out through his nose, which connected with the maw through the nasopharynx and trachea in the back. In true Ripper fashion, though, he had been deliberately increasing the intensity with which he took in and released said breaths, causing non-stop heavings of air to echo about the sealed chamber, only compounding the terror the Red Pikmin was experiencing, and ensuring it would only get worse once the plant-like-critter slid closer to up to Ripper’s pharynx.

In order to accomplish this further insulation of trauma, however, Ripper would first need to tilt his head back once again, causing the Red Pikmin within to slip just a little ways deeper upon the downwards sloping muscle of the tongue. Luckily for him, however, due to the fact that hard palate didn’t follow this curve, he wasn’t at risk of getting his leaf scraped up anymore. On the subject of the hard palate, though, Ripper on the outside was very well aware that if it was lowered down this far, as it currently was, his prey would not be able to get a preview of the pharynx, much less the laryngopharynx, until he was fully gulped down. As a result, Ripper raised up the natural roof of the maw to just as far as it could stretch, without parting the lips and allowing escape. Now, he was ready at last to swallow the Pikmin.

Back on the inside of the maw, it was only after this was completed that the unfortunate, doomed, poor Red Pikmin was able to view the swaying, plump, bulbous uvula, as it dangled down from the soft palate, in all its glory. Suddenly snapping his gaze directly upwards in a newfound, unexplainable fascination with the organ, the tiny, wide-eyed, minute being went on to give a transfixed “Aaaaaaaah!”, at the swaying sack of flesh which would naturally distract him temporarily from the fact that he was still sliding down the length of the tongue, whilst surrounded by the reverberating huffs of Ripper’s breathing.

The positively mesmerized Red Pikmin was only snapped back to reality, in fact, once the upwards shooting, high-pressure geyser of air expelling outwards from Ripper’s windpipe finally struck his miniature form.

“WHEEP!” the poor creature squealed out as he now stared down into the larynx, the multiple folds of the vocal cords wavering greatly, as Ripper let out a final villainous gaggle out towards his shuddering prey. A second later, at long last, the maniacal man’s epiglottis covered up the larynx’s entryway, so that the Pikmin would be squeezed into the upper esophageal sphincter instead, where the esophagus would guide him towards his stomach.

The Red Pikmin squeaked out a flurry of cries in visceral terror as the sphincter squelched him past the region of the pharynx, forcing him past the slim threads of prior hope, and leaving him quivering and trilling in despair, as the involuntary motions of peristalsis ensured his eventual arrival into the churning, deadly chamber below.

Due to the fact that his width was far lesser than the resting width of the esophagus, the experience of peristalsis for the Red Pikmin was not as claustrophobic as it would be for most hypothetical prey moving down. Each time the longitudinal muscles contracted at his feet and his head to push him further along, the region in the middle, (the muscles currently relaxed in their resting position), gave him just enough room to move his arms. Fruitlessly attempting to utilize this fact in order to stick himself in place by pushing against the esophageal walls, in irrational hopes of possibly halting his dreadful journey altogether, the slowly draining reserves of not just said hope but also sanity only continued to lower with each shove deeper into Ripper’s body. The Red Pikmin knew for a tentative fact that this action would not save him in the slightest. Yet as long as said fact remained tentative, and not absolute, he refused to give up his desperate trying.

Ripper on the outside was actually somewhat able to feel all this going on. And so, simply due to the fact that Ripper was Ripper, a heaving guffaw and an aggressive knee-slap was the singular possible instantaneous response that could have ever come out of the man. Heavy chortles from this display of attempted survival strained his lungs into panting and gagging. A couple of tears of unfathomable hilarity dripped outwards from his tear ducts to the ground, as he incessantly wheezed, now hunched over, both hands on his knees in wobbly elation. The Red Pikmin was, in turn, somewhat able to hear this within. It was, however, significantly muffled, and something which the tiny critter had absolutely no clue the meaning of, anyway. Utterly incomprehensible in almost exactly the same manner as the sudden deep pounding crescendoing by the second down ahead made no sense to the Pikmin either.

This pounding, of course, regardless of its unrecognizability to the Pikmin, was the thumping of Ripper’s human heart, the speed of which had significantly increased since the non-stop bout of cruel laughter had begun just a minute ago. The Red Pikmin squeaked forth a soft “Eep?” in confusion to this new sound, but still, was focused mainly on staying alive. Ultimately, however, the two centimeter tall, single, feeble, fragile Red Pikmin had absolutely no way to escape the inevitable. Due to the fact that Ripper’s heart was pounding harder than it normally would be, the Red Pikmin had been unable to detect the signature growling emulating from the stomach as the esophagus ensured he approached it. This, quite unfortunately, meant that the Pikmin had absolutely no clue when he was going to exit the esophagus until the lower esophageal sphincter finally entered into his view.

“EEP! WEE-EHE! EEEEEEE!” the ill-fated creature cried out, as the sphincter squelched him out, and into the cavernous, deadly chamber of Ripper’s gurgling stomach at last.

“WEEH-WEEH!” the Red Pikmin screeched out as he fell. Unable to see, well, anything, due to the lack of any light inside the stomach, there was absolutely nothing that he could do in order to preemptively prepare himself for the impact.

“EEK!” he yelped out upon the inescapable collision, causing, as a result, the poor Pikmin’s full being to wholly stall. Whatever he had ended up landing on, ( again, there was no way he could tell without light), it was somewhat squishy and damp, which meant that he was not immediately splattered into gunk upon the initial landing. Yet, the shock still thoroughly remained. Thus, the Red Pikmin remained unmoving, incapable of any complex thought for the moment. He had absolutely no idea how long he would remain this way. Nor did he have any idea that he lacked a way of knowing this in the first place.

****

“Eep?”

“Ee-woop?”

“Wah?”

“WAH! EEP-BA!”

“Woh~”

“Bee-wap! Ah-eee!”

It could have been anywhere from a few minutes to a few hours when the Red Pikmin could begin to comprehend these sounds once more. With his being still jolted and frazzled, the little critter was still unable to process every single one of the implications behind what, exactly, he was hearing. Yet, he still understood, but implicitly, what they were. And that, for him, was the realization that snapped him aware.

“WEEP!” he let out in startled excitement. In this oncoming bout of newfound energy, the Red Pikmin found himself nearly bouncing his way to his feet, giving a spontaneous “O?” in the midst, from the sudden observation that somehow there was now light around him. And then, when he landed, everything finally snapped into place.

“WEEEE!”

“AHH!”

“WEEP-WOOP!”

“BEEBEE!”

“WAAAH!”

The Red Pikmin was positively flooded with an onset, rushing feeling of glee. Blissfully bouncing up and down at the sight of his three Pikmin friends right before him, with his friends soon after following suit, the Red Pikmin only continued beeping rapidly in surgeing euphoria, whilst his Yellow Pikmin, Blue Pikmin, and Glow Pikmin friends squeaked back far more calmly at him; in order to swiftly fill in their friend on what, precisely, had happened after they had been initially separated.

Just as Ripper had screeched himself a while ago, the group of three had been previously captured and swallowed by the man, a little after they had gone behind the tree. Then, with the help of the Glow Pikmin’s bioluminescence, they had been wandering around the edge of the acid pool in the stomach (the Blue Pikmin figured out the liquid was acid the hard way, after initially dipping in his foot), yet were unable to find a way out.

Once he had been told all of this, the Red Pikmin gave an understanding: “Ah!” in response. That did explain quite a lot. Including the fact that he hadn’t been initially sizzled away in the acids upon his paralyzing entry.

A little while after the Red Pikmin had finished contemplating everything, then, due to the fact that they didn't really have any other options, the newfound group of four ultimately decided together that they needed to continue exploring, in hopes of finally discovering a way out.

Giving a firm nod to himself, then, and preparing his being for the journey ahead, the Red Pikmin thus gave a friendly motion towards the Glow Pikmin, who, due to his bioluminescence, had essentially become the leader by default.

Responding with a small nod of his own, and as a result, confirming that the group should get going again, the Glow Pikmin proceeded to float ahead of his three Piknin friends. His ghost-like tail went on to gently sway behind all of them, as they casually plodded behind in readied resolve.

****

“Haaaaaahhhhhhh~” The Red Pikmin sighed out rather lightly, his fall-exhausted, terror-recovering being hunched over just slightly as he continued.

The Blue Pikmin and Yellow Pikmin at his sides gave a slightly concerned “Wee?”at this sight, but the Red Pikmin only gently shook his head in response, knowing that finding an exit was far more important than stopping for a rest at the moment.

With his eyes now diverted down towards the rather squishy stomach floor, the Red Pikmin consequently examined its movements. On the floor, the muscles made occasional small, wave-like rippling movements. That was something which wasn’t exactly a large hindrance for any in the group, but nonetheless, it still ensured that everyone needed to pay attention, so they wouldn’t accidentally trip over one of the waves and splat downwards right onto their face. The Red Pikmin then glanced upwards towards his floating Glow Pikmin friend. Internally, he groaned just a bit, wishing tremendously that he could float just like him.

The path along the edge of the acid pool was wide enough that all three Pikmin in the back could move along on the same row without getting uncomfortably close to each other, but narrow enough to where the Glow Pikmin’s glow still illuminated the stomach wall to their left, as well as bit of the pool to their right. Shifting his eyes to the left first, the Red Pikmin was able to study the movements of said wall far more closely. The very first thing he noticed in doing this was that the walls’ motions were far more pronounced and frequent than that of the floor’s. Outwards, then inwards they churned, sometimes shoving against their own protruding, slickened parts as they did. When this happened, the air would be swiftly squeezed out of the region, causing a gurgle or glorping sound to be released.

Finally, the Red Pikmin gazed over to the right of the path, and onto the acid pool as a result. A horrific, visceral shudder jostled through his minute being as he did. The liquids really did appear water-like at first.

Tightening up his jittering body as he glanced down at the slight acid burn upon his Blue Pikmin buddy’s left foot, The Red Pikmin suppressed a squeak of fright, as his eyes glanced back over at the pool. Sloshing and churning around against the edges of the path the group was taking, the acids, upon a closer inspection of their motions, actually appeared to be the thing that was producing the most ambiance in the stomach. Not only with the swishing around of their contents, and the rapid sizzling away of any kind of solid object inside, but also with the growling which resulted whenever any air was sucked down into their waves. Spontaneously releasing upwards with a pop, the acids would only drag them back down again towards their depths. And thus, this dastardly cycle would repeat ad infinitum. Or, for just as long as the organ could operate. The Red Pikmin could not hold it back any longer.

Releasing a high-pitched, quivering “EEEEEEEEEEE!” after so long in the cruel water’s sight, The Red Pikmin shuddered visibly onto the rest of the Pikmin group. Eventually, he was met with a sympathetic “Aaaaah-” from his friends, with the Blue Pikmin even patting him on the back. This seemed to indicate for the Red Pikmin that his friends understood how he felt. They knew it was horrible, as well, and that now, they knew with absolute certainty that they did NOT want to go down there.

“Hu?” the Red Pikmin perked up in confusion. His three friends immediately, though silently, pointed over towards something that was out of his current line of sight, (since he was still hunching over significantly). Then, the Red Pikmin’s two pupils instantly dilated.

Though none of the Pikmin had any knowledge of its name, that was indeed the pylorus. The Glow Pikmin’s light illuminated its opening into the duodenum, allowing a lot of thoroughly digested chime to flow through. Eventually, the sphincter closed again, and the four Pikmin were left utterly speechless.

“Oooh-pea-waah?” the Yellow Pikmin eventually spoke, so the group could try to figure out what to do next. Between the traveling they had done before the Red Pikmin joined them, and all of the subsequent traveling thereafter, the group had essentially traversed the entire arc length of the path that lay just beyond the acid pool. The only potential exits they had discovered in all that time were the one that they had entered in from, and this newfound pylorus, which quite obviously did not lead outside.

So, then what were the four to do?

“Hmmm-ee-pah?” The Blue Pikmin suggested moments later.

“Aa-nee-haaah.” The Glow Pikmin responded to his friend. He was a little skeptical at first that the Blue Pikmin’s idea was any good, but still, it was a potential possibility.

“Wap-hee!” The Yellow Pikmin added in, reminding everyone that as long as they were stuck down here, causing their capturer pain was the very least they could do to get some recompense.

This comment immediately caused the Glow Pikmin to perk up. That was very true after all.

“EET! YEEWAH!” the Red Pikmin called out in realization. The other three immediately turned their attention towards him. The Red Pikmin proceeded to gently stroke his head stem and his leaf. And just like that, the other three Pikmin knew exactly what they needed to do.

****

“Ahhhhhhh……well. That was…expectedly easy.” Ripper boasted to himself with a scoff, as he placed both his hands over his abdomen.

At this point in time, Ripper had sat himself down up against the very tree that he’d ambushed the first three Pikmin behind. He’d placed his left leg over his right, and was now just purely enjoying himself. He was all but expecting the four tiny creatures he’d eaten to be fully digested and dead by now, and hardly expected any problems at all to pop up because of his consumption of all of said critters.

And that was when Ripper lurched upwards, whilst instinctively gasping in air.

“W-AH-WHA-” he attempted to formulate into a sentence through sudden abdominal pain.

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS GOING ON DOWN THERE?”

He finally managed to get the words out whilst viciously clutching his stomach, and rapidly breathing in and out in sheer agony.

“H OW-I-HUH? THIS DOESN’T MAKE SENSE AT ALL!”

Yet, to the four resilient Pikmin inside, it not only made total sense, but caused them to giggle out in glee as they continued to hop and slap about their stems, whipping them against Ripper’s stomach wall, as well as the floor which they had fallen on, in non-stop ecstasy and joy.

“WEE-HEE!”

“WA-HOO!”

“WEE-BEEEE!”

They continuously cried out to each other.

None of them knew whether this little affair would help them escape, or if they would still be stuck down here after its eventual closure. And yet, in the moment, none of that even mattered in the slightest. All that the four Pikmin cared about was the fact that their capturer, the one who had swallowed them whole, the one who was now collapsed face-first on the floor in writhing anguish, and the one who had never stopped for even a millisecond to truly think about his actions at all, was now facing consequences at last.

[benjaminthewolfnsfw]

Re-re-re-reblog!

I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:

IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.

1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.

2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.

3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”

4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”

5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.

TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.

Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.

[benjaminthewolfnsfw]

Super Evil Desires

So this is a remaster (though more so a total revamp) of "A Nostalgia Trip...WITH A TWIST!", and one that the story desperately needed.

That being said, I still have zero shame.

****

     Benjamin apprehensively creaked open the door to the garage, just far enough to be able to peek inside, as one final means to confirm that they were currently alone. As they had suspected, the garage was entirely void of any cars.

     Perfect. This meant that they were indeed the only one inside of the house, momentarily. As a result, now was finally their chance. Their only chance, in fact, that they were going to get in quite a while.

     Practically swiveling their body around with an instantly newfound rising sensation of pure glee rushing throughout their nerves and pounding throughout their bloodstream the exact millisecond that realization had set in, Benjamin zealously burst their way out of the laundry room door which connected the family room to the garage, and fiercely snatched up the TV remote upon the shelf holding up the thing up, smashing their thumb onto the ON button in its top right corner, and switching input to HDMI 3. 

      Ardently bending down into a squatting position, Benjamin emphatically flung open the doors to the cupboards which lay underneath the TV, located their PS3 on the bottom shelf and right side of the cupboards internal space, and finally, pressed its ON button as well. The iconic PS3 startup sound rang its way all across the living room and off of its three walls for a while, as Benjamin eagerly glossed through the titles of the great stack of games which lay upon the PS3’s very top. As many as half of them were naturally for the console in question, whilst the other half pertained to the Wii, a console which Benjamin also owned. 

     At last, however, after approximately a minute of restless, cursory, title browsing, Benjamin finally located the game they wished to play this afternoon. Wasting absolutely zero time at all with yoinking the thing right out of the stack, (not minding in the slightest the resulting gravity-induced tumbling of the rest of the games to the carpet below), opening up the game’s case, taking out the disk, and popping the thing straight into the PS3, Benjamin reached to the left of the PS3, in order to grab a controller, and upon slipping it into their hands to be utilized, fervently mashed the unfortunate thing’s home button in order to turn it on and connect it to the console just about as soon as was physically possible. Eventually, the PS3 menu loaded in upon their TV, and upon flicking the control stick to the right, and seeing the menu scroll to the right upon the very movement, Benjamin knew that the time was nearing ever closer.

     Thus, with absolutely nothing else left for him to do, Benjamin continued to scroll their way through the console’s currently yellow-ish home menu, until he finally located the game on the disk he had slidden into the thing moments earlier, the game which ultimately lay at the core of all of this vigorous hubbub. Skylanders Swap Force for the PS3. 

     Benjamin clicked on the game in rising anxiousness, as the game began to start up, and the credits sequence started to roll. Immediately snapping out of said uneasiness, Benjamin furiously mashed the poor triangle button in order to skip straight to the main menu. Finally at the aforementioned menu, Benjamin selected the very first save file, the one that he had previously beaten the game in. The game loaded it up for a few painstaking seconds. And then, the undeniably most important part of this mission began.

     Upon the TV screen, there was now yellow text upon a blue background informing Benjamin that they had to place a Skylander on the Portal Of Power in order to enter the hub. The portal, which had already been attached to the PS3 the last time Benjamin played a Skylanders PS3 game, was currently laying on top of an official portal-placement, flat-ish, circular stand. This, of course, in turn, was on top of a couch-accompanying cube-like yellow, and black polka-dotted footstool. Upon the portal stand, there was a washer shape surrounding the portal at a slightly lower elevation, decorated with symbols representing each of the, as-of-Swap-Force, eight elements, with an ever-at-the-ready maxed out Skylander of each respective element lying over each. Benjamin, however, had absolutely none of them in mind as they took a step up towards the portal; nor did they have in mind any of the other Skylanders in their plastic tub lying next to the footstool. Nor the smaller tub next to their Wii on the top shelf towards the right. Nor the bag on the same shelf towards the left. (though that was mainly because said bag was mostly full of Superchargers and Imaginators figures, which are unplayable in Swap Force). Regardless, however, the alternative, and what the implications of it were, exactly, were clear to only Benjamin alone. Anyone else, whether a fellow Skylanders enjoyer or not, would only be left to take a guess. His breathing slightly quivering as he stood, Benjamin glared directly downwards onto the portal, doing his absolute best to remain utterly stone-faced and still, in order to cover up his rising nervousness. He knew what, precisely, he needed to do. Now, it was just a matter of if he could do it. Benjamin heaved in and out slow deep breaths, whilst he finally coalessed his resolve.

     And just like that, Benjamin moved. Aggressively slamming both hands onto the portal, Benjamin held his body firmly still for seconds after, not even daring to blink or breathe, for he knew he had to learn from prior mistakes of other Portal Masters, rather than fearing the results of their attempts. Finally, he could feel something rushing up his nerves. Thankfully, however, the sensation was far too quick for Benjamin’s brain to signal his arms to pull away, before the jolt exploded up through its stem. Benjamin could thus not feel or comprehend anything at all, until at last, he was greeted by a sentence.

     “Welcome back to Woodburrow, hero of Cloudbreak Islands!” 

     It worked. 

     In all honesty, though, now that Benjamin was finally in the game, there wasn’t really anything stopping him from drop kicking that literal piece of living redundancy known as Rufus straight off the nearest island edge. However, since he was still in the process of recovering from the initial teleportation, any and all different kinds of momentary murderous intentions were ultimately stifled entirely from sheer disorientation and wooziness of their being.

     “...R-Rufus…” he eventually managed to wheeze out after a while. “...just be extremely thankful…that my instincts were suppressed for long enough…for my rationality to kick in.”

      Now properly able to examine the world that surrounded them with all their senses, Benjamin momentarily closed his eyes before giving a reorienting head shake, and finally, opening up both his eyes.

   “...what?” he composedly let out after doing so, onto the seemingly dumbfounded form of Rufus right in front of him. “...actually, no, don’t answer that, it’s probably best for everyone involved if I DIDN’T have to hear you talk again today-”

     “Y-you’re not any Skylander I recognize….wh-who are you, exactly?”

     Benjamin sighed and gave an eye roll.

     “...well, you better be lucky once again that I’m a consequentialist, and not one who acts on impulses. …at least when thinking rationally, of course.”

     Rufus, though he hadn’t the slightest clue what a consequentialist was, was still able to recognize that whoever this newcomer was, they were decidedly NOT a force of evil, and as a result, was able to calm himself down just a little.

     “I-I’m sorry, I must’ve judged you too soon…” he sheepishly mumbled out whilst making eye contact with the grass on the ground. 

     “Nah, you’re good.” Benjamin casually replied with a rising sigh. “Oh, and before you ask, yes, I am a Portal Master. Though to be completely honest, I’m not exactly a real fan of this form, so…”

     Promptly making use of their magic in order to switch themself out of their human form, (a form which they despised so much that it does not deserve a proper description), and transform instead into a small, pure white wolf with light blue eyes and wings, a pink floating halo, and a trans pride bandanna around their neck bearing upon it a symbol of a black circle with a white circle in its middle and a white washer shape surrounding that white circle, Benjamin instantly gave a satisfied nod.

     “Ah…much better.” they heaved out in deep-set relief, before an enthusiastic smile swiftly formed across their wolf muzzle. “Welp, time to get going, I guess!”

     “Umm…” Rufus awkwardly began to talk before ultimately shutting himself up.

     Benjamin locked his being up stiff, making zero noise at all for a while, his smile firmly glued upon his face, before ultimately breaking the moment with a head shake, paired with an excessively heavy, shoulder-moving sigh.

     “...no, no, it’s okay. Go ahead.” he breathlessly let out at its end.

     “Uh-Oh, umm…okay.” Rufus thus softly spoke a moment later. “I-Is there some kind of special business happening that requires the presence of a Portal Master? W-Where are you going, exactly, and…why?”

     Benjamin immediately gave a lighthearted snort with widened eyes upon fully comprehending the question. 

     “...oh boy…*pft*...ummmmmmmmmmm…how should I explain this…urnghhhh…...umm…eeeeeeehhhh…” Benjamin humorously attempted to formulate, as Rufis only waited, still and silent. 

    “How about I just put it this way for ya, Rufus…” the little white wolf ultimately chuckled out after a while, whilst simultaneously bringing up the game’s menu. “I’m here for the second phase of Cloudbreak Core. There. That should give you enough information to figure it out.”

     And just like that, Benjamin instantaneously scrolled his way to the end of the chapter selection menu, clicked onto Cloudbreak Core, and teleported his way out of Rufus’ sight, not even giving the poor NPC a single, minute millisecond to even attempt to string together a response.

****

     As is true for a great number of games, there would be a cinematic cutscene which played before the final level began, (that which was also the final boss fight, in this case). Having seen this cutscene many, many, many times before, however, Benjamin was only interested in getting to the action as fast as he could. As a result, he nonchalantly skipped it with his Portal Master magic and simply prepared to start fighting said boss. 

     Casually being dropped by the game onto the long, stone platform that, in normal gameplay, the player’s Skylander would now occupy, Benjamin gave a preparatory nod to what was coming, paired with a self-aware smirk. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he did not feel a milliliter of shame.

     The setting was currently that of the inside of an active volcano. Mt. Cloudbreak, to be exact. This volcano, however, was not a volcano which spewed lava. Instead, it was a volcano which, every one hundred years, the Ancient Elementals would gather around, in order to replenish Skylands’ magic for the next one hundred years, and…

     Ok, skipping ahead to the relevant part, the main villain, Kaos, wanted to “evilize” the volcano using a huge pile of “petrified darkness” crystals, but then the pile collapsed onto him, and his body ended up absorbing all of the darkness. That’s how he turned into a giant, dark dark purple, crystalline, monstrous version of himself he dubs “Super Evil Kaos”. A form which is currently climbing around inside a mostly empty portion of the volcano’s interior. Whilst wearing nothing but the majorly ripped top portion of his black cloak, and……………………….a part of me really wishes I didn’t have to write this, but alas, ‘tis still, indeed, the truth…white and red-heart-polka-dotted underwear. 

     And when I say “nothing but”, I mean “nothing but”.

      Including shoes or socks.

     “WITNESS YOUR CRUSHING DE-FEET! HAHAHAHAHAH! OH YES, I DID!”

     That is the very first thing he says when the fight finally starts, by the way.

     Anyway, Benjamin was not here for Kaos’ feet. He was here for what happens after you complete the first phase, which features Kaos’ feet. As such, I do not feel inclined to describe in great detail exactly what happened in the next few minutes. If somebody wishes to pay me to do so, however, then I will indeed have an inclination! 

     For now, though, we are now going to fast forward to the second phase, so that Benjamin can finally get to the good stuff.

     Upon finally having the last bit of pinkish crystal on his toenails broken away, Super Evil Kaos brought both feet back down to the ground, and angrily pouted for a little while about the round loss, like the bald, evil dumbass (who we all love anyway…or maybe it's just Benjamin…) that he is. 

     And then, at long last, it was time for the second phase to begin.

     Benjamin began to idiotically grin. Ok, no, that’s a humongous understatement. Benjamin began to formulate a grin that more closely resembles that of the Grinch’s when getting his wonderful, awful idea than the grin of anyone with any level of usable sanity.

     Super Evil Kaos’ fingers wrapped around the tiny form of the wolf standing below, clenched his hand up into a fist whilst still leaving his head outside of his grasp, raised it all the way up to his face, and let a single sentence hurl its way, many, many times, across the spacious volcanic walls which enclosed both him and Benjamin, a second later.

     “Time for a late night Skylander snack!”

     Now was the moment that Benjamin had been waiting for all this time. Now was the moment where Super Evil Kaos would part away from each other both of his jaws, shove the person he was fighting against into his maw, and finally, attempt to swallow them whole. The only difference here was that, unlike every single Skylander that a player could put onto the portal, Benjamin was NOT going to resist.

     And that was when he realized that, even though he should be deep inside Super Evil Kaos’ maw right now, he wasn’t. Moments later, Benjamin’s brain finished rebooting, and he was able to take a look in front of him.

     Nobody spoke nor made any kind of noise at all for a good half a minute after this. Indeed, the only thing that happened in that time frame was the slow and sweaty  nervous growth of an exceedingly awkward, grimacing grin upon Benjamin’s face, paired along with the ever-reddening of both of his cheeks. Reciprocating this was the constant, continuous furrowing of Super Evil Kaos’ giant dark purple brow. 

     Eventually though, one of them needed to talk. And so, left with absolutely nothing to lose at this point, Benjamin ultimately decided to do so first.

     “...do you…do you just want me to spill all the beans?”

     Super Evil Kaos remained in his previous state of silent brow-furrowing.

     “Oh, boy…” Benjamin mumbled to himself soon after whilst gazing in sobriety towards the floor.

     “...In all of my years upon Skylands…” Super Evil Kaos finally began to softly scowl, causing Benjamin’s gaze to rise back up towards him. “I have NEVER encountered a Skylander like THIS!”

     A few more seconds of silence passed by.

     “...Uh…you’ve fought against Wrecking Ball, Ghost Roaster, and Slobber Tooth, haven’t you?” Benjamin apprehensively piped up. “...and even though you’ve yet to fight against them personally, the Trap Team does exist by this point in the timeline, so…Gusto? And I know that The Gulper is a Doomraider, not a Skylander, but I mean, the point still stands so…AND THE FIRE VIPER TOO! THE FIRE VIPER- oh you mean someone who willingly wants to be eaten, not someone who willingly eats.”

     Super Evil Kaos could only respond with a still extremely unpleased, yet still undeniably affirmative glare.

     “Well ok in that case you have a point.”

     Super Evil Kaos proceeded to take his sweet-ass time rolling his eyes.

     “...I’m also not, like, actually a Skylander though, so…” with every single second that passed, the realization only compounded within Benjamin that he was continuously moving away from his goal. Inevitably, this would lead to desperation.

     “...please just eat me…ok?”

     “No.”

     “Please?”

     “NO!”

     “Why not?”

     “BECAUSE…BECAUSE NO! THAT’S WHY!”

     “But why ‘no’?”

     “BECAUSE!”

     “Because you only like unwilling prey?”

     “NO! I-WAIT WHAT?”

     “...I could pretend to be unwilling for you?”

     “WHAT IN THE ACTUAL NAME THE ANCIENTS ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?”

     “...well, you wanted to eat me before you knew I was willing, right? So I just thought…”

     “THOSE TWO THINGS ARE NOWHERE NEAR THE SAME…THING!”

     “...hard to argue with that…”

     “WHAT, DO YOU LIKE, WANT TO DIE OR SOMETHING?”

     “What? No, I’m a Portal Master in the form of a wolf….I have magic. …if you just swallow me whole, and then I use the magic so the acids won’t affect me, I’ll be fine…”

     “...what about air?”

     “Air is commonly present in the digestive system, due to the fact that, ya know, the vast majority of the time, you swallow some when you eat.”

     “.......”

     “.......”

     “...alright, fine, you don’t want to die.”

     “...yes.”

     “...I may be evil, but I, too, have my limits!”

     “...good?”

     “SO THAT MEANS YOU DO LIKE IT IN THE WAY I THOUGHT YOU DID!”

     “...uh…I know this isn’t exactly the time nor the place to start talking about logical fallacies, but-”

     “SHUT IT!”

     “..................”

     “Uuuuuugh…”

     Now that the both of them were silent, Super Evil Kaos could only slowly  bring his ass down to the floor and give an extremely petulant, sputtering sigh as he did. Still confining Benjamin to his grasp, Super Evil Kaos proceeded to cross his arms, and give a fractious *guuuuuuuuuurrrrgh*...noise. All the while, Benjamin wisely decided to stay silent. Eventually, Super Evil Kaos moved his arms out of the crossed, pouting position, and lowered the one holding Benjamin to the floor, whilst the other one was placed onto his straightened out leg, his chin falling down to meet the palm below soon after. Benjamin could only take a guess as to what was going on through his head in that time frame.

     “So let me get this straight…” Super Evil Kaos at last began to speak. “YOU want ME to swallow you whole?”

     Benjamin gave a swift nod. “Uh-Huh.”

     “And you’re NOT going to…I don’t know… set off a bomb halfway down my throat? Right?”

     “...what? Why would I even-”

     “I’M NOT THAT STUPID, YOU KNOW!”

     “Okay, okay, okay, uh…then how about I…uh…oh boy what would the falsification criteria even be for something like this?”

     “...the what?”

     “...the thing that proves the proposition false…”

     “...............”

     “...proof that I’m not going to betray you in some way.”

     “OH! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…………………………….”

     “...maybe I could…hmm…”    

     “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh …………………………………………………..”

     “...yeah I’ve got nothing. What about you?”

     “...no.”

     “Well…well I mean, the fact that I didn’t attack you while you were off your guard and distracted has to count for something, right?”

     “...you’re still trapped in my hand.”

     “Okay, the fact I didn’t RESIST against you, or attempt to escape while you were off your guard and distracted has to count for something, right?”

     Super Evil Kaos put a few fingers under his chin for a while.

     “Eh…I guess you’re right.”

     “...and I mean you saw my face back there…clearly I wasn’t as interested in fighting as I was…well…”

     “Ehhhh…that’s true, too.”

     “And I’ve mentioned I’ve got magic, but I haven’t used any against you at all, so…”

     “That is……………..also true…..”

     Super Evil Kaos paused for a second.

     “ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT, FINE! YOU MANAGED TO CONVINCE ME ENOUGH. KEY WORD: ENOUGH! SO IF I SENSE THERE’S ANYTHING GOING ON DOWN THERE, IT'S STRAIGHT TO THE UNDERWORLD WITH YOU, YA HEAR?”

         “YES! OH BLESS THE JOYS OF LOGICAL ARGUMENTATION, I DID IT!”

      Super Evil Kaos finally conceded to Benjamin’s evidence, causing the still-captured miniature wolf to positively burst out in unfiltered elation, a single, imperceivable picosecond later. Hardly a considerable pause in the slightest.

     “...ok, now I’m really convinced, so…good job. I guess?” 

     Benjamin could only respond with twinkling eyes and a beaming grin as Super Evil Kaos once again began to raise up his hand towards his face, whilst simultaneously picking himself up off the ground.

     “...so I just…open my mouth and put you inside?” Super Evil Kaos calmly asked Benjamin when this was done.

     “YEP!” they immediately replied with palpable glee. “...but can I like…make it dark purple instead of reddish?”

     “Eh?”

     “...your maw…and, actually, the rest of your GI tract, too. Can I make it…dark purple, instead of…”

     “YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, WHATEVER, I DON'T’ CARE WHAT COLOR IT IS IN THE SLIGHTEST, SO-”

     “WOOHOO!” 

     Benjamin closed their eyes for two seconds before they reopened.

     “Done! You may now unveil to me that glorious maw!”

     Super Evil Kaos silently blinked. Benjamin was just about to pipe up due to this, before Super Evil Kaos beat them to it.

     “Ya know…even though this is still all super weird…” he thus began to casually speak, with a far more enthusiastic tone in his voice that immediately caused Benjamin to widen his eyes. “...I…did want to eat you before I knew you liked it, sooooooooooo……”

     And with that, Super Evil Kaos began to part away his two jaws.

     As the great, goopy chamber within was steadily unveiled unto Benjamin, a few slimy tendrils of saliva broke apart from the sudden testing of their elasticity. Some held a powerful enough cohesion in order to hold together, their lengths now spanning the distance from the hard palate all the way down onto the tongue. The vast majority were split apart, however, coalescing their liquid contents either on the smooth, dark purple muscle, or the hard palate above.

     Benjamin, meanwhile, was far too fixated on the aforementioned sleek tongue below in order to really care about these events. The slimy, slickened muscle’s salivating form became more and more visible to the little wolf as the stretching of the jaws and gums which surrounded it only continued. Eventually, Benjamin was able to gaze far into the soft palate at the end of the area’s dark purple roof. With the back of the tongue currently being raised up and touching the roof of the region, however, the undeniably greatest, most wonderful, eye widening portion of any and every single maw in the cosmos was yet to be revealed to Benjamin. Holding his breath still and stagnant with nothing but anticipation and awe, Benjamin’s furry body suddenly and silently quivered lightly, as at last, the tongue began to extend.

     There it was, before his two eyes. Dangling right above the drop towards the pharynx. Gently swaying with each breath in and out of the trachea. Bulbous and plump in its shape; and towards its bottom, especially so. The one, and the only. The uvula.

     Benjamin’s eyes were now positively infatuated with the fleshy, little organ. So much so, he could hardly even tell that he was being slowly yet surely inched closer in towards the chamber by the second. It was only when Super Evil Kaos’ fingers began unraveling their grip from his fluffy being whilst the whole hand twisted to the side so that he was now lying upon his open palm that Benjamin finally snapped himself out of his trance.

     Expeditiously shaking their head for a moment in order to reorient themself, Benjamin was at last able to comprehend that the side of the palm was now nearly right up against the elongated, yet far more importantly, leveled out tip of the tongue. Immediately comprehending the hint, and carefully clamoring onto the saliva-coated muscle’s very edge, Benjamin began to casually plod their way across its length, in order to reach the far back, so Super Evil Kaos wouldn’t have to hold the muscle in such an awkward position anymore. 

     As Benjamin continued with this task, Super Evil Kaos began wondering if he should retract his tongue all the way back into his maw and close it up, once Benjamin had made it inside. Only to realize seconds later that that was actually a really dumb idea, and that he should probably keep his tongue elongated just to prevent himself from accidentally making a stupid mistake. Once he sensed that Benjamin was nearing the base of his tongue, he simply flopped the muscle down towards his cheek, and began to silently wait for the little wolf to enter his throat.

     Benjamin, however, was currently far more fascinated with all of the anatomical details of the giant man’s pharynx than they were with entering his esophagus. As Benjamin had made the whole of the giant dark purple villain’s GI tract dark purple before he revealed his maw, whilst staring down into the region of his laryngopharynx, he could see that while the epiglottis was considered part of the GI tract, and therefore colored purple, the larynx, which held the vocal cords and lead down into the trachea, was not, and colored its typical fleshy reddish-pink as a result. Benjamin gazed in fascination down at the vocal cords as they continuously opened and closed with each breath the giant man on the outside took in, (through his nose so as not to bother Benjamin inside). Benjamin then glanced up onto the arytenoid cartilage, and then at the posterior wall of the pharynx, the latter of which was indeed colored purple. With the larynx currently covering up any sort of view of the esophagus, or even the upper esophageal sphincter, Benjamin instead decided to divert his gaze back upwards, and back onto the uvula as such.

     For Super Evil Kaos, the sensation upon the fleshy sack immediately caused him to lurch forwards just a little as he was forced to suppress his gag reflex. Rolling his eyes with a rather irritated groaning noise moments afterwards, Benjamin could only give a light smirk as the noise rang around them within the maw. Proceeding to squish themself deep into the form of the uvula whilst their body hung from it in the air, Benjamin gently nuzzled his cheek into the giant, purple oral organ whilst wagging his tail profusely. Understanding that attempting to swing around on the uvula might just be one step a little too far for Super Evil Kaos, Benjamin instead gazed back down into the form of the larynx, and gave the purple villain’s uvula a pat. Realizing that this gesture probably meant that Benjamin was going to attempt to take a deep dive into his throat pretty soon, Super Evil Kaos was thus forced to steel himself to time the swallow so that Benjamin would not end up inside his trachea. Only to feel the tiny wolf landing back down onto the root of his tongue seconds later.

     Taking a brief moment to comprehend what had just happened, and that Benjamin was not, in fact, planning on doing something that would most definitely put the both of them at great risk, Super Evil Kaos eventually just let out a small sigh of half-relief and half-resignation, before proceeding to lift up the back of his tongue.

     Benjamin on the inside was now once again staring down the larynx back towards the vocal cords, merely waiting for Super Evil Kaos to swallow. And swallow, the evil man sure soon did. With the epiglottis slamming over the larynx, Benjamin was soon slidden over the length of the flap of flesh, until finally, he made visual contact with the upper esophageal sphincter. This visual contact would not last for very long, however, as the pure white wolf was immediately squelched through the form of the powerful muscle ring, and down into the esophagus at last.

     Now that Benjamin was officially past the chamber of his maw, Super Evil Kaos took in a great volume of air into his lungs, and heftily released it in a tremendous sigh. This meant he could finally close it up again. Retracting his tongue back into its resting position, and bringing together his jaws soon after, Super Evil Kaos was soon able to feel a couple rings of dark portal master magic moving outwards from both sides of his now sealed rows of teeth, before dissipating somewhere in the middle of his tongue. Taking in and out another yet another sigh utilizing his nose whilst slowly shaking his downwards tiled head, Super Evil Kaos now knew that his previous assumption was correct. He could only wonder in retrospect just what, exactly, would’ve happened had he closed his maw up before he swallowed.

     Meanwhile, deep inside the compressing walls of the purple esophagus, Benjamin could only stay still and let the walls of the squishy organ guide him down; whilst enjoying the ride all the way, of course. With the natural squeezing motions of peristalsis shoving him deeper and deeper by the second inside of the gigantic villainous man’s evilized body, Benjamin knew for a fact that now, it was simply a matter of time before he reached his destination at last.

     Sure enough, pretty soon, they were able to pick up a consistently throbbing and booming thumping emulating from ahead of them in the esophagus. As they were only squelched further along, said noise seemed to wholy envelope them for a few moments, before eventually reaching a forte, and diminuendo-ing soon after that. This indicated to Benjamin that they had made it past the region of the chest, and were nearing their final stop as a result.

     At this point, Super Evil Kaos had managed to get over the situation of his maw,  having brought himself back to the present with an excessively swift and seconds-lasting head shake, and had carefully brought himself back down towards the floor. He was now patting both of his hands over his middle in a settling sense of satisfaction. Benjamin was going to arrive in his stomach any second now, something which the tiny wolf deep within was very, very much aware of and excited for.

     The moment that their relatively powerful wolf ears had detected the sound of deep grumbling, they immediately made use of their Portal Master magic to immunize themself to the gastric acid which was naturally sloshing around down below. With the symphonic medley of gurgling and growling crescendo-ing with each passing second, it would now only take a few more before the lower esophageal sphincter came into sight. Doubtlessly so, this very notion was indeed to come true within the specified time frame.

     Benjamin was currently utterly immobilized by elation, as their head was squelched through the muscle ring, causing their body to follow suit as anticipated soon afterwards. Plunging down deep into the churning water-like liquids present within the purple chamber of the stomach, Super Evil Kaos on the outside gave a characteristically villainous “Heh.” as he could feel the organ’s activity picking up from Benjamin’s entry. Giving his middle a few pats as Benjamin below resurfaced above the waterline with jittering bliss, Super Evil Kaos abruptly felt a tingling spasm of delight positively rattling its way down his spine. Causing him to give a pleased shudder in turn. 

     Benjamin within his stomach proceeded to doggie paddle his way over towards the nearest stomach wall encompassing him, before practically leaping his way out of the water in order to land upon the shifting, slick purple muscular surface and instantly bury his face and muzzle into its smooth cushionny-ness as a result. Suddenly, however, his ear instinctively swiveled around as he noticed a noise of a squelch which could only be indicative of the lower esophageal sphincter opening back up. Upon opening up one eye and confirming that it was not him which would be rising back up through the esophagus, Benjamin soon after took note of a noise letting him know the sphincter had closed. Giving a swift nod to himself, Benjamin immediately went right back to nuzzling their head into the pillowy walls.

     Super Evil Kaos on the outside, meanwhile, would abruptly sense something rising its way up his esophagus. He did have a brief moment of natural, instinctive panic, but this almost instantly dissipated once a deep and lengthy belch proceeded to echo itself around the spacious, volcanic cavern. Swiftly forming an evil smirk across his face once he was able to fully comprehend what had happened, Super Evil Kaos proceeded to allow his great purple tongue to flop out of his mouth for the moment, whilst he began to slowly rub over his midsection. The rumbling and growling noises within were somewhat muffled, yet still definitely audible to the evil man on the outside as he now began to merley revel in the moment. Benjamin, still locked away inside his stomach, could not agree more with this sentiment.

     With the joys of his ultimately victorious journey of indulgence flowing all the way from his tail-tip to his nose, down within Benjamin continued to churn, deep inside the vast, goopy, purple stomach of Super Evil Kaos. Something which he had previously only yearned for with drastic vigor every time he had played this game’s level in the past. Now, with his heartbeat and gurgling ambiance positively enveloping his little canine being; with the natural warmth present within the organ wrapping ‘round the simple whole of his body, and soaking deep into his fur as a result; with the churning, soft, slick walls gently shifting his tiny form around, Benjamin could not be more happy. Here he had made it at last. 

     Super Evil Kaos, meanwhile, was similarly flooding with joy. He still wasn’t exactly sure why Benjamin was so eager to get down there, nor was he quite sure why he had ended up agreeing to do this, but, in the end, here he was. Sitting down inside the core of Mt. Cloudbreak, with an undoubtedly evil and delighted grin on his face, with the form of a living being locked away and churning around inside his stomach. That was what his goal had been at the start. And, after all of those awkward hurdles and all other barriers, ultimately, that was what he had, indeed, accomplished.

     Benjamin back on the inside emphatically buried one side of their face into the stomach wall he lay upon in purified, unwavering glee. After years of playing this game and fighting this boss. After years of getting to this second phase. After years of wishing vainly that there was a way within the game to get Super Evil Kaos to swallow, he had finally managed to take the situation into his own four paws, and make his way into the villain’s stomach. He had no idea how long he would stay here. But that did not matter in the slightest. The only thing that mattered was that he WAS here. And Benjamin was, indeed, going to enjoy every single little moment to the fullest, as long as he remained in this stomach. 

[benjaminthewolfnsfw]

How The Turntables (Part 1) (Remastered)

The reason this story has "parts" is just because it has a complementary story to it where the roles of pred and prey are switched.

In this story, I'm the prey, and in the other story (which is on my other blog), I'm the pred.

Oh, and also, lore you almost certainly will have absolutely no clue the first thing about ahead, I guess. You don't need to understand it to enjoy the story, though.

WARNING: GRAPHIC DIGESTION, FATAL VORE, CRIME MENTIONS, FEARPLAY, SWEARING

****

     “*Pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffft…………*” Kanye flatly allowed a soft sputter of half-sheer-boredom, half-growing-vexation to gradually escape out his lips. Naturally, this action would cause the two things to vibrate quite flopilly and sporadically up and down the front of his face for a time, just beneath his two narrowed eyes; all the while, the man continuously shlumped himself further and further deep into his seat, before he finally opened his mouth.

      “Goddammit, Chime……………” he unenthusiastically muttered with a sigh, whilst remaining rather low in his bench. “Where the actual fuck are you right now?”

     Kanye’s eyes began to periodically dart back and forth after this, all the way from one stony wall of the room to the other, laying in rising anticipation for his monochrome little ghost buddy to randomly pop in at any second. Moderately tapping his right foot against the cold, rugged, gray floor, and rhythmically drumming his fingers onto his unmoving left leg as he sat, Kanye eventually placed the side of his head square into his unused right hand, and allowed himself to fix his gaze out onto the room’s general front region whilst he did.

     A minute part of Kanye’s being was still somewhat expecting the door of the room to be…well…normal. This, in spite of all reason to the contrary. 

     A solid, rectangular mass of matter that lay dormant inside of its frame, oh so silently awaiting for its user to nonchalantly open it up and walk through it; thus leaving them free to traverse between the two sides as they pleased. That was what Kanye desired. All he would need to do was just simply walk right up to it. And then, he’d either pull onto its little handle, push against its little flat plate, or turn about its little knob. After that…he could finally…walk beyond.

     What Kanye got instead, however, whilst he gazed upon his door for the moment, was…absolutely none of that. This particular door, that lay solid and stagnant before him, wasn’t technically rectangular, nor was it a solid mass of matter. It couldn’t be nonchalantly opened, either, and it had no handles, knobs or push-plates to speak of. It did, however, still fit into the loosely defined category of a door, as it was still able to be opened and closed. Just not on a casual whim. And most certainly not the casual whim of Kanye lying within thus far.

     All this, of course, was the case simply because the room Kanye was currently sitting in was not a room designed to be easily left at any time, this end goal having mostly been accomplished thanks to that very same door. Rather, the room was designed to keep whatever unspeakable horrors that lay captive within its walls, from getting out. Getting out, and hurting society. That’s right. Kanye was, in fact, trapped in prison. 

     Indeed, as Kanye slowly and intently meandered his way up from his creaky, wooden, moldy bench, and all the way over to that very same prison cell door, he only ended up finding himself narrowing his eyes even further. His filthy, bandaged, bloody fingers steadily wrapped themselves all around the thing’s cold, metal, rounded, steel bars, whilst an excessively low, vicious growl was allowed to exit up from his thick, tightened, tense and deep throat, until it subsequently echoed all across the damp, silent, rotten walls of the currently unoccupied prison hallway. 

     The hardened, infamous, criminal man was just about ready to give up all hope entirely that Chime’s operation had been successful, a single, simple, dreaded, horrific thought which would inevitably cause his lower lip to start quivering subtly, as near-disregardable, flickering sparks of what could barely be described as like worry for his paranormal partner in crime began to whisk and flounder about deep inside the incarcerated Incrediman’s darkened heart. 

     That was, of course, until nothing more than a single ethereal sigh could be detected from behind his stiffened back.

      Instantaneously swiveling around in order to confirm as soon as physically possible his immediate, natural, fully mind-and-body-flaring thoughts, Kanye’s mood instantly swung the complete opposite direction of the human emotional spectrum upon all those thoughts becoming confirmed, exploding up and outwards with purified ecstasy and glee, whilst the newfound realization of just what Chime had just managed to do began to settle in within his overflowing, euphoric, jittering being.

     “CHIME! YES! YOU ACTUALLY WERE ABLE TO CAPTURE THEM! OH BLESS YOUR GHOSTLY POSSESSION POWERS, THAT MIGHT MEAN WE’LL MAKE IT OUT OF THIS ALIVE! Well, not…alive for you of course, but…YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!” he joyously cried out to his phantomized, floating, little friend.

     “SHHHHHHH! Kanye must remember to silence Kanye’s voice! Chime know nobody else is held in this section of the prison, but Kanye must still be careful anyway!” Chime’s iconic, graggly voice swiftly snapped out to Kanye, who immediately rushed to cover his mouth after being so suddenly reminded of just how loud he was being.

     “Errrrr…..sorry there buddy……but….. uh…it looks like you managed to capture Sbaguy there!”

     The captured one in question, whom had just been referred to as “Sbaguy” was a small white wolf with a trans pride flag bandanna tied around their neck with Maxus’ mask symbol lying within the middle, light blue wings on his back, and a similarly light blue energy-composed halo floating just above his furry head. Currently, due to Chime’s ethereal vice grip upon not only their body but also their mind, the poor, no doubt internally fuming canine could do, simply put, absolutely nothing but dangle there and watch as both of Kanye’s grimey, blood-caked hands gently wrapped themselves around his fluffy being. 

     Kanye slowly brought the little wolf closer and closer towards his own form, cackling maniacally all the while, until, eventually, they were being held up, front and center, before Kanye’s rather literally power-hungry, diabolically giggling, grinning face. Kanye thus allowed his thick, slimy, light blue tongue to casually loll right out of his mouth, while simultaneously drooling significantly.

     “Ohohohohohohohohohohohohohoho……….oooooh my lordie is this gonna be a riot or WHAT? Just look at what we have here! The mighty Sbaguyos243! One of the original creators and founders of this very universe! The one who toiled so hard to get me locked up! The one who undid every single little ounce of hard work that I accomplished when I first hit the big time! Now trembling so defenseless within my grasp! Utterly helpless! And without ANY of their magic to help them! Weak within the hold of the very same person they were trying so vehemently, so desperately, to bring to justice! Well it looks like the only one receiving capital punishment tonight is YOU, ya little bastard! And how so poetically, at the hands, or should I say…the STOMACH…of yours truly, KANYE! ‘CAUSE IF IT WASN’T FOR YOUR RIDICULOUS, MEDDLING MAGIC, THAT BREAD-HUGGING, RANCID, LITTLE GNAT CHARLIE THAT YOU SIMP OVER SO DEVOTELY WOULD STILL BE DEAD WITH A FUCKING PERIOD AT THE END, AND I WOULD STILL BE OUT FREE DOING- oh…right, my volume! Sorry Chime.”

     Once he had finally finished up with his wildly pent-up, raving rant, (ignoring its necessarily abruptly cut off ending of course), Kanye proceeded to follow up his nice little tease by holding the still internally writing pure white wolf up to his abdominal region, his highly acute sense of hearing thus able to pick up the anticipatory gurgles being emitted from deep within the murderous man’s empty guts, before he was lifted back up once again towards the blissfully jittering inmate’s slickened maw. 

     His body violently trembling in excitement, Kanye, with his little ghost buddy Chime rubbing his hands together in glee just behind his fellow criminal’s shuddering shoulder, gave a swift lick across his chops, a preparatory moment of silent mental composition, and a warm, breathy heave of damp air unto the poor canine’s quivering face, before, at long last, he steadily stretched his maw open wide, revealing to the poor immobilized wolf all of his somehow still shining, gleaning, glistening, pure white, but most importantly, razor sharp teeth. 

     Still completely locked up and immobilized within the Chime-controlled confines that was their own body, Sbaguy was thus only able to fight back within their mind, viciously thrashing and flailing around, as Kanye’s wet, slick, light blue colored  tongue extended forth from his maw, giving the poor miniature canine a swift lick all across his furry side. The killer was rather intent on getting a nice sampling of his flavor just before going all the rest of the way. So to Kanye then, Sbaguy tasted somewhat like a minty piece of sugary candy, wintergreen flavor, perhaps, if the imprisoned man had to put a specific name on it.

      Now that he had gotten through his initial sampling, however, Kanye could presently feel deep within him a sense of firm, acute assurance that it was time to get this show on the road. Thus, once again stretching open and wide his slimy maw, Kanye went on seconds later to practically shove the full form of the furry creature straight deep inside the warm chamber. Kanye resultantly caused his whole body to involuntarily spasm from delight due to the wondrous overflow of delectable flavor, whilst Sbaguy’s already very much frozen, utterly overly-regulated form merely locked up even further within itself, though mainly due to the sheer and jolting realization that naturally rushed towards them full-force in the moment.

     Kanye’s squishy, light blue tongue began fervently streaking saliva all across poor Sbaguy’s fur, whilst he slowly and sensually swished them between his rather fluff-filled, bulging, tight cheeks. The utterly unmoving wolf could still do absolutely nothing to stop what was happening to them as Kanye’s saliva was soaked deep into each layer of their fur, leaving them positively sopping wet and indeed rather heavy as they were o’ so casually bounced all up and around the imprisoned killer’s slickened maw. The smooth, heated chamber consistently rose and fell in its height as Kanye’s knife-like, lustrous teeth occasionally took a teasing snap at Sbaguy’s, poor, feeble, incapacitated being, solidifying their outright helplessness even furthur. 

     Savoring longingly in wondrous, minute, subtle detail each and every single wisp of minty flavor that gracefully danced upon his taste buds and positively overflowed him with an ecstatic sensation of pure pleasure, Kanye’s tongue wound up, down and diagonally across Sbaguy’s unaposing form, one which still exuded the overall rather cool, wintergreen taste he’d sampled earlier, the crisp, freezing undertones of ice and perhaps even a pinch of snow chilling his mouth to a considerable degree, but not to an extent to where it hurt. No, to an extent where it rather refreshed the man’s breath and made his tongue only salivate and tremble.

     Eventually, however, Kanye recognized that the time had been long overdue for the cold, freshening, frozen wolf to freeze over the back of his throat just as well. As such, slowly raising up the front of his tongue while stretching his gullet as wide open as he possibly could, Kanye gradually tilted his head upwards just slightly, and sloped the tongue’s back down significantly. Sbaguy could feel Kanye’s great, floppy uvula gently scraping against the top of their head as they subsequently slid into the murderous man’s gaping pharynx. Soon, his upper body was nudged cleanly inside the thing’s volume, leaving him able to gaze down into the open gateway of the trachea, and thus the upper esophageal sphincter right behind, as a result. 

     Kanye leisurely tilted his head further back, the natural force of gravity causing the poor, miniature canine within to slide just a bit more down his gullet. This anticipatory state of transitional affairs was only destined to last a few more seconds, until, with absolutely nothing more than utter bliss from the knowledge that he could actively choose to delay the wolf’s suffering for just about as long as he wished, the maniacal serial murderer Kanye finally swallowed, shoving the majority of Sbaguy’s body deep into his esophagus all at once, and naturally causing a rather sizable bulge to form inside the tight tunnel soon after. One more follow-up gulp, needed mainly for the rest of their tail, and everything was over at last.

     Sbaguy was still, thanks to Chime’s ghostly powers, completely and totally helpless. Only able to struggle and squirm within the one single realm they had any minute remnants of control over at all, their own mind, the poor little wolf was rhythmically squelched deeper and deeper into Kanye’s constricting esophagus, the slick, warm esophageal muscles pushing and squeezing against their poor body whilst Kanye on the outside gleefully followed the path of the bulge with a light press of a few fingers, something Sbaguy was subsequently able to feel from inside.

     Eventually, Sbaguy’s heart practically skipped a whole beat as the deep, echoing throbs of Kanye’s own became audible to them, thus letting them know they were getting rather close to what was going to be, quite literally, their final destination. It mattered not how viciously they resisted Chime’s possession powers, for their body would not move a millimeter. Any and all possible hope for survival, was at this point, entirely null, as yet another set of sudden sounds joined the fray. That very set being of course, the comparatively high-pitched growling and glorping noises emulating from within Kanye’s currently empty stomach chamber right below.

     At this point, all Sbaguy wished for was to be able to just whine and cry; and knowing that hearing the despondent canine within him whimpering and sniffling would most likely only add onto the experience of pleasure for Kanye, Chime ultimately decided to allow for Sbaguy to do exactly as they now wished. The poor, defeated, little wolf was naturally rather confused to see that tears were suddenly rolling freely down both their cheeks, despite Chime’s complete control, but at this point, they had far more important things to focus on, and therefore paid it little mind. Namely, the fact that the lower esophageal sphincter was now in plain sight. 

     Thus, as the salty stream only continued to grow in size and speed, Sbaguy’s small, furry body easily slipped its way through, doing a bit of a half-tumble in the air, before at last splash landing deep inside Kanye’s stomach. The great, gurgling chamber expanded just slightly in order to fit the entirety of the whimpering wolf deep inside of it, whilst producing a great rumble to rattle ‘round the churning, smooth walls.

     Kanye on the outside was able to feel the great weight of Sbaguy’s form filling up his formerly empty growling gut, the wondrous sensation of having a wholly living being of long rivalry trapped hopelessly inside of his stomach transporting his sense of consciousness into a hazy, dream-like state of being. One of the delighted criminal’s hands lay casually on top of the slightly bulging organ, trailing and rubbing over the grumbling chamber’s shifting form, as the acids on the inside at last began to trickle in.

     “Shall I release my powers on him, Kanye? He is completely trapped after all.” Chime at last decided to peep up after a while.

     Kanye, though he was still lazing around within the heavenly feelings of power and fullness he was receiving straight from this situation, was fully able to hear and comprehend what Chime was saying, thus causing him to stammer but slightly while giving a simple: “Release control over everything but their paws and mouth. Can’t have them forcing their way out by bloodshed, after all.” in response. “Oh, and also their magic, obviously, too.”

     Nodding silently at Kanye’s instructions, Chime swiftly did as he was told, and the second Sbaguy on the inside realized that they were almost in full control over their body again, they thus began desperately yowling and wriggling around deep inside the churning chamber as such, his thrashing, furry, wet form desperately pushing and shoving against the walls, sending glorious tingling sensations up Kanye’s spine, and thus making him involuntary spasm occasionally from nothing but pure, unalloyed, unfiltered bliss.

     As Sbaguy on the inside only continued struggling and squirming against the light blue stomach walls confining them, they suddenly let out a high-pitched yelp of sheer pain as the acids began to melt away their fluffy form. Sbaguy was able to see the fur swiftly burning off of their body and melting away into a bloody, cellular, slush to be churned around inside of Kanye’s stomach chamber right in front of their very eyes, their resistance only ramping up further as a result.

     Still, as Kanye slowly rubbed and patted over the shifting, sloshing deadly organ, nothing but sheer, undistilled glee filled his being, as he knew that what miniscule chance there still was for any level of survival for poor Sbaguy was continuously slipping away by the second. More and more and more layers of their skin continued brutally burning away into mush inside the churning, slushing acid pool of his stomach. 

     Chime on the outside eventually decided to float his way over to the gargling, slightly protruding organ, before casually laying down on top of it, rather intent to listen in on not only the ambient white noise emulating from the gut’s currently busy, full form, but also Sbaguy’s undistilled screams from the sheer cruelty of their current situation.

     Curling up onto the thing as Kanye shifted the position of his hand so he wouldn’t end up bothering the ghostly criminal whilst he sensually rubbed, Chime could not help but audibly smirk as the poor little wolf’s constant whimpers and cries echoed out from within the vicious villain’s tightened stomach. They were also somewhat able to be heard from the outside as well if one listened rather closely, as Kanye was indeed doing now.

     Sbaguy’s tail had all but been reduced down to bone at this point, and even that wasn’t enough to stop the acids from searing further in, as the hard, outside layers of the things were slowly but surely withered away, eventually reaching the soft, boney cartilage inside. 

     Sbaguy had absolutely zero clue what stage of the digestion process their lower half was in at the moment. But by now, it would only be a singular second more of passing agony for the poor wolf before all of the muscle layers that lay protecting their abdominal wall had at last been thoroughly melted through. The positively overloading, sizzling sensation of each and every single one of his guts spilling out into, ironically enough, Kanye’s guts, before almost instantly melting down into mush, proved at last to be far too much for the poor little wolf’s body and brain; and as such, Chime’s ghostly possession powers became all but unneeded and null. As the limp, deceased body of Sbaguyos243 at last sunk even deeper into the swirling and churning acid pool, his energy-composed, floating halo swiftly snuffing out right above his unmoving head. Now, the poor wolf would never, ever, ever, ever, ever, EVER be able to put a stop to Kanye's wicked and maniacal schemes ever again. And both he and Chime knew this well.

     The now acid-soaked, lifeless remains of his form, though namely, his upper body that he was o’ so desperately trying to keep above the acids before his death, were rather swiftly melted away, the thin, silky fabric on their trans pride flag bandanna all but disappearing into the deathly, cellular slush getting mushed around inside the blissfully euphoric, jittering man’s churning guts. That was, before, all of a sudden, said man was able to feel something swiftly rising up inside his throat.

     Releasing forth a great pocket of previously swallowed air in a great deep belch that rang and echoed all around the prison cell as well as the halls, Kanye also swiftly realized that what little remained of Sbaguy’s thick, white fur had also come up as well, along with just a tiny shred of their now melted bandanna to boot.

     Giving a rather satisfied sigh while gently patting over the area of his full, busy stomach that Chime wasn’t laying on, Kanye slipped the little shred into his pocket as a bit of memorabilia as, at long, long last, the implications of what had just happened finally settled all the way in.

     “Oh, Chime…ohhhhohhhhhhhhh….we…we just managed to get Sbaguy out of the picture…forever.” he hastily and waveringly called out to his paranormal little buddy whilst a positively exhilarated, sudden smile swiftly formed its way across crooked face. “...they…they were the only one who could have possibly had the means to testify against me…they were the only witness…Chime…they…”

     “Sbaguy also had lots of money and resources to give to the prosecution as well, oh yes! With him out of the picture, silly little lawyers have no chance at bringing Kanye down! Oh…Kanye use stolen fortune on best lawyer there is, no?”

     “Eeeeeeeeexactly little buddy!” Kanye once again spoke up with a firm, slightly raised, victorious volume, before finally allowing everything to let it rip.

     “AND NOW, WITH MY GREATEST MORTAL ENEMY BEING CHURNED INTO MY SMALL INTESTINE, I HAVE ABSOLUTELY ZERO DOUBT ABOUT IT! CHIME, MY LITTLE GUY! THAT DAMNED CHARLIE BETTER WATCH OUT! ‘CAUSE HIS PRECIOUS LITTLE SBAGUY SURE AINT AROUND TO REVIVE HIS REVOLTING ASS, NOW!”

[benjaminthewolfnsfw]

A Sugary Snack (Remastered)

....sooooo this fic definitely needed to be remastered. Not because I was unhappy with the quality of writing of the original...but because in the original the prey was a wild, non-sapient Sugarbat and yeah...I think that might just cross one line too many.

So, I made the prey a Sugarbat borrower hybrid instead! Enjoy!

Oh, and just for clarification, "Portal Master" is the Skylands term for Human.

WARNING: FATAL VORE, GOOEY DIGESTION

****

     Being a Borrower-Subarbat hybrid, life was generally pretty good. You got to enjoy all the benefits that resulted from the Sugarbats’ kind and cuddly reputation, (as well as their ability to fly), whilst simultaneously benefiting from the fact that as a borrower, you possessed a level of sapience that full Sugarbats just didn’t have. This essentially meant that you could experience the best of both worlds to their fullest, which was an opportunity you had taken and flewn away with over the years.

     Your flight, a coveted ability which most other Borrowers and even Borrower-Hybrids didn’t have, ensured that you could practically go anywhere you wished at any time. Your diet of disease-spreading bugs earned you a near-heroic reputation in many of the villages you often frequented. And perhaps most importantly of all, your soft, fluffy Sugarbat body allowed for headpats and tummy rubs galore. You loved receiving them, and people loved giving them. You loved everybody, and everybody loved you. This was the Sugarbat way of life, and thus, it was yours as well.

      Due to all this, then, upon sensing that some sort of tall, lean, green troll was climbing up the tree you were currently resting in whilst gazing up at you intently, (although slightly hesitantly), you didn’t really think you had reason to be alarmed.

     The troll eventually makes his way up to the branch that you’re on, before slowly and shakily extending his arm. You promptly respond to this by gently nuzzling your head against his hand before his fingers cautiously slip around your being, gently grasping ahold of you as a result. The troll then starts to direct his gaze downwards, eventually making eye contact with a tiny, bald midget portal master standing rather impatiently on the ground. He then goes on to swiftly glance downwards towards his feet before precariously releasing his grip on the branch he had been previously gripping onto and maintaining his balance with. Once he has managed to do this without immediately falling out of the tree, he tenderly places his other hand on your head, covering up both your ears as a result, before rubbing all around it nice and slowly. This, of course, causes you to let out a rather pleased stream of high-pitched squeaking noises as he did.

     Finally, he opens up his mouth to speak before re-establishing eye contact with the portal master standing right below. However, as your ears are currently being covered up whilst you’re constantly making high-pitched squeaking noises, you don't end up understanding a word that he’s saying. If you could understand, however, you would hear something like this.

     “UH, LORD KAOS, I THINK I GOT IT NOW!”

     “THEN GET DOWN FROM THERE, YOU FOOL! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, I’M STARVING OVER HERE!”

     “-Y-YES LORD KAOS, RIGHT AWAY, SIR!”

     The troll promptly takes his hand off your head before, as carefully and yet as swiftly as he could, proceeding to climb down the tree, placed at a major disadvantage since he could currently only use one hand to keep his grip. He still needed to hold onto you, after all. Inevitably, this unfortunate combination of circumstances would cause him to lose his balance. Since he was already almost at the bottom at this point, though, the impact didn’t really hurt him too much aside from knocking the wind out of him for a while. Despite all this, he had still somehow managed to keep his hold on you. You can’t really help but slightly tilt your head to the side in slight concern at this scene.

     “Took you long enough…” the portal master grumbles under his breath as he walks up to the troll on the floor and places his own fingers around your upper body. The troll immediately lets go and simply focuses on regaining his breath for the moment, as the portal master takes a few steps away from the poor creature whilst silently staring you down. It was at this point where you really began to get confused.

     “Ugh, you Sugarbats are still too sickly sweet for my liking…” the portal master begins to groan to himself as your already pretty confused face now begins to grow slightly concerned. “… but I’m still really hungry! So, in you go!”

     Immediately snapping your head up in a bout of instantaneous, undistilled, body-jostling horror which rendered your form completely and utterly paralyzed for the moment being, you suddenly let out a terrified “EEP!” sound as the realization at last began to settle in. The portal master towering above you steadily brings you closer and closer towards his twisted face. It was only when his slimy, slick, smooth purple tongue momentarily exited his mouth to give a rather wet lick across his chops did you realize that your fate had already been sealed.

      Upon the relative giant finally unveiling his maw, the saliva-soaked, goopy purple chamber within promptly stretches just about as wide as it could feasibly go in order to fit all of your being within its confines at once. His mildly sharpened, glistening, white fangs brazenly gleaned their brilliant shine back at you as the portal master himself maneuvered you around in his two hands for a while until they were holding you in a cupping motion; this in order to insure he wouldn’t accidentally bite down onto any of his fingers whilst shoving you into his maw.

     The portal master goes on to waste absolutely zero time before doing exactly that, shoving his cupped hands up against his face in order to cram you inside past his jaws. His tongue, now that you are mostly underneath it, swiftly flings you up and back towards the middle of the chamber before the portal master’s lips close up, whilst still leaving open his jaws. He then slurps up your tail that had been previously dangling outside like a noodle, and finally, firmly snaps together both  jaws, sealing you away, permanently within him, yet momentarily within his maw, as a result. 

     The portal master’s glossy, soft, moist tongue proceeds to slide itself out from underneath you, before longingly caressing your being with a slow, warm lick across your head. It then proceeds to move in, out, up, down, and around the whole of your body, positively slathering your middle, back, wings, tail, and all, with his saliva. The compounding natural warmth within the maw acts as yet another thing that is constantly soaking up into your being, simultaneously.

     Eventually, the portal master goes on to slide his tongue back into place under your form, before using it to swish you between his cheeks for a while, the sensation of your waterlogged, soggy fur brushing against the slick walls of his cheek causing a pleasured shudder to run its way down the midget’s spine. This would go on for Eon knows how long, before the portal master slowly raises up the back of his tongue, in order to get your soaked being to slide back and towards the entrance of his throat, the gullet opening wide as the great, plump, dangling purple uvula gently sways back and forth above your head.

     At this point, it had become all but certain in your mind just what was about to happen next, but as the portal master’s tongue proceeds to shove you deeper and deeper into his gullet, it somehow grew more and more impossible for you to get yourself to move, and therefore resist and escape.

 Eventually, you are able to see the epiglottis covering up the entrance to the trachea, as the portal master swallows you whole. He somehow manages to squeeze your small, furry being down into his esophagus all at once, and down towards his stomach as a result. He, himself, however, does not seem to be surprised by this fact in the least.

     The portal master immediately let out an excessively satisfied sigh before placing a few fingers over the great bulge you were making in his throat, poking and prodding at it in a teasing manner, all the while you on the inside only continued your long, grueling journey downwards and towards his now empty stomach.

     At this point, the troll that had first brought you out of your tree had managed to get back up on his feet. He merely glanced over at his portal master…master with a slight sigh and a head nod before just simply being forced to watch it happen as the man sat himself himself down against the very same tree and placed a hand over his rumbling, growling gut, patiently lying in wait for its oncoming meal to be delivered right into it.

     Back on the inside of the throat, you had, understandably, begun totally freaking out, squirming and thrashing around within the tight tunnel to quite a considerable degree. Ultimately though, this was all just simply in vain, as no matter how much you pushed and shoved against the slimy, purple walls of the esophagus, the seconds ticking down all around you, you only seemed to be getting squeezed deeper, the rhythmically squelching walls pulsing around your poor being as you continued on squeaking desperately, practically begging the portal master on the outside to let you go free. Quite unfortunately for you, however, this request was absolutely, positively, not going to be granted by the now hazily drooling man lounging casually against your own tree. His fingers began to gently drum over his stomach in a tranquil air of contentedness, as you on the inside are now able to pick up his heartbeat.

     The deep, booming thumping emulating from deep inside of his chest would be absolutely nothing, in terms of audio noise, compared to the relatively high pitched grumbling and gurgling noises echoing around within the portal master’s still empty stomach which you were able to detect just a few seconds later, however. As, upon realizing what, exactly, this meant for you, your utterly futile cries and struggles only proceeded to grow stronger.

     When at last you reached the lower esophageal sphincter, the slick, narrow entryway gently squeezed you out into his growling, shifting, tightened purple stomach, the heated, growling organ expanding just slightly upon sensing your newfound, sudden presence, picking up its churning and rumbling even more whilst the acids began to trickle in.

     The portal master on the outside could feel his formerly empty, growling gut positively filling up with your form, the sensation of your heavy, squirming, helpless Sugarbat being fighting desperately for your very life within the hopeless, compact, slimy confines of his stomach chamber being all but heavenly for him, causing him to start slowly rubbing his hand over his stomach in absolutely nothing but pure bliss as a result.

     You on the inside were now beginning to feel the stinging of the acids seeping through all your formerly soft and fluffy pelt, now horrifically soaked and soggy with saliva and gastric juices, causing you to start squeaking despairingly in pain, as the slick, purple walls of the stomach repeatedly expand and contract, sloshing and swirling the acids all around your poor being whilst your many fur and skin layers only continue to cruelly melt away. Dissolving all the way down into a thick, oozy, viscous, mucky goop, your tiny, Sugarbat body is only ever able to keep on flailing helplessly up until the very end, never, ever, ever to see the light of the moon anymore. 

     Now with no more resistance to worry about, the organ only ramps up its sloshing even further, gurgling and shifting about in order to churn up what once was your living body into a nutritious soup of gooey mush, one that would only be mashed up into chime and pumped through the portal master’s intestines, destined in the end to build up into a permanent part of the man’s body after all was said and done.

     Soon, your being had become so incredibly pulpy, that its former Sugarbat outline was at last beginning to drip off and swirl away, many large chunks of mush breaking away from each other and sinking deep into the swishing pool of acids before dissolving down even more, at last being mashed up and churned about into a homogenous pool of soupy chime. Now, you were nothing more than a bunch of cellular slush, and the portal master’s body treated you as such, your liquified former body casually flowing on down into the beginnings of the man’s small intestine, as the pylorus opened up seconds later.

     The portal master on the outside proceeded to give his satisfied, growling stomach a few pats and many more rubs as a small amount of air that had been previously trapped inside his stomach was suddenly brought up inside his throat, and released all at once in a great, deep belch, one that caused the poor, green troll standing solemnly next to the man to just sigh.

     He didn’t know when his master would get back up. It could be in a few minutes, it could be in a few hours. All the troll knew was that, at the very least, now that his hunger was satisfied, there would be no need to try and appease the midget portal master by scrambling around sporadically in the kitchen doing what little was possible to whip up a satisfactory meal for him anymore. The last time this was attempted was…disastrous, we’ll just say that.

     As such, as the portal master’s loud, rumbling guts continued to make work of the sloshy remains of the once living Sugarbat that had just recently entered into it, the troll could only stand back and silently hope he would never have to fall out of a tree in order to get a meal for his master ever again.

[benjaminthewolfnsfw]

💯🙏💛🟨👍

[benjaminthewolfnsfw]

👉🚶‍♂️💀🍽️☠️

………what? I mean I suppose the dinner plate one makes sense but…

I guess there’s only one proper way to react to this

💀

Actually I wonder if there’s a stomach emoji

There isn’t. 😔

💯🙏💛🟨👍

[benjaminthewolfnsfw]

Hello 9...

Hah, did you read the math joke vore story? Still super proud of that one! Like seriously such a classic joke and such an obvious opportunity which I immediately seized!

[benjaminthewolfnsfw]

Re-re-reblog!

I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:

IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.

1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.

2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.

3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”

4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”

5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.

TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.

Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.