Wolfed Down

The wolf gazed across the table, which was filled to the brim with foods of all sorts. Yams, stuffing, casseroles, pies, and the main courses - several different meats, primarily turkey. He licked his chops, eager for the dinner. Everyone else was ready too, and so they began.

The wolf quickly gathered an assortment of foods from all across the table. Mostly meat, with some vegetables and bread rolls on the side. He gobbled through the food, barely even tasting it. He did want seconds, however. He scooped more, only slightly differentiating from his previous plate. Others were not quite done with their first plate. A rabbit gently nibbled at her's, a fox ate through with speed close to the wolf's own, and a goat went through his plate at a pace between.

The wolf quickly ate through yet another plate. He felt physically full, not so much otherwise. He craved even more food. He glanced at the other three people - they were eating pretty slowly. They probably wouldn't need this. He lifted the turkey off its tray and brought it down onto mostly his plate. He licked his chops again and began to cut at it. After a few bites, he suddenly decided it was much too slow. He dropped his silverware and launched the turkey into the air. He looked up and opened his jaws, catching the turkey between them. He then began to attempt to consume the meal in his jaws. Through clever working of his tongue and throat, he managed to squeeze the turkey, bones and all down his throat. After several gulps it landed his stomach, making an audible plop and visible bulge. The wolf belched and sat there for a few moments, massaging his gut.

Yet, he craved more. He looked at the table, food still plenty. The rabbit had even jumped onto the table and was eating out of the salad bowl! He followed suit, leaping onto the table. He trotted across, slurping up random foods on the way, such as the bowl of chicken wings. The fox watched as the wolf walked across, and decided to join in. She immediately dashed over to the remaining turkey and started tearing into it.

The wolf reached the turkey, and began to swallow it whole. He grabbed the head of it with his maw, suckling on it's snout. He swallowed, sending said snout into his throat. Another gulp and the remaining head follows. He licks the torso as it comes in, tasting its delectable flesh and the texture of its fur. The rest of the turkey is smoothly swallowed, paws moving aside. He slurps the tail and belches as the turkey falls into his belly.

The goat watched with bemusement as the wolf had missed the turkey, swallowing the fox. He chuckled, and watched the spectacle, leaning his own maw over to eat some salad. He became absorbed by the wolf's actions, and began imitating the act with a furry ball he found in the salad bowl. His long tongue ensnared the bunny, startling it. He brought it and his tongue back inside his mouth, slurping all over the rabbit. With a single, soft gulp, the hare is sent traveling down his esophagus. He and the wolf finish their accidental preys simultaneously, neither noticing the true nature of their meals.

The wolf massaged his belly more, burping as he did. It was very distended, and squirming, even. He noted he had somehow got the 'turkey' down without its bones. The wolf shrugged and continued down the table. The goat turned away from the wolf, focusing on the salad bowl. After finishing it, he leaned back, satisfied, and gave a slight burp.

The wolf reached the end of the table and gazed over the plump goat. He licked his chops and decided he still had some room. He pounced at the goat, catching himself within the goat's maw. The goat suddenly noticed a struggling wolf in his mouth. He shrugged and began pulling the wolf in, slurping him like a noodle. He liked the taste of his fur, rather different from grass and the like. The meat underneath radiated a warmth that he'd never tasted, and he also liked the struggling. He began to swallow the canine, his throat more than enough for the wolf. After a minute or some of swallowing, the rabbit was joined by a wolf.

He pawed at the closed valve, rather startled and confused by the situation. He whimpered, and suddenly noticed his fur beginning to fall off. He turned, and saw the rabbit's fur falling too. The lost fur all clumped together and the stomach heaved, sending the fur back up the esophagus. The wolf attempted to follow, but couldn't follow the fur as fast. The fur and convulsions knocked him down during the attempted climb.

More and more, their fur fell off and gathered into smaller bits. Finally, the remaining bits passed into a hole near the bottom. The wolf and hare were startled awake by the stomach suddenly encouraging them to pass through. Indeed they did, as it caught the rabbit, and then the wolf. They entered a different chamber with a honeycomb texture. It attempted to pull at them, but neither fit. Instead, the wolf tried to force his way up the stomach. The stomach refused, sending him and the bunny into its next section.

It was very cramped, pushing him against the rabbit. It felt very odd, having bare skin. He licked the rabbit, admiring its taste without fur. He tried to feel his own belly, still distended from the 'turkey'. He belched on the rabbit, and suddenly felt dry. All the water had been pulled from him. He licked the rabbit again. She was still juicy. He swiftly engulfed her legs, causing her to squeak. She was short, unlike the fox. He swallowed, engulfing the other half, and then another to completely consume her.

He enjoyed the taste, and the space. However, the folded layers continued to grind against him, insisting he give in. He almost did, but then the stomach moved him on. He was tired of the movements. It squeezed his head through, and he almost immediately choked at the acrid atmosphere. The stomach had difficulty squeezing his writhing gut through, working on his last meal.

It got through, and he finally began to be truly worked on as his own stomach did. The goat's final stomach secreted juices and began to eat at the wolf's flesh. He tried to push out of the stomach, kicking against the walls, but it was no use. He was weak, tired, and his paws were dull and numb. He passed out, splashing into the juices.

The goat's hooves rubbed his belly, which finally stopped struggling after nearly an hour. It gurgled at his meal, getting to finally reach the meat of it. Although he felt rather bloated and it took a while to digest, he rather liked meat. It was different from the usual grass and related. He licked his lips, and belched fur. He would have to try again one day.