Red and the Flea
 
The wind swept through the caninu's fur as he held onto the back of his mecha. The Dahak wasn't much for flying, but fortunately the dog only needed to go a little further before he reached his destination. He decided to land on one of the nearby rooftops for good measure, and before long his mecha had switched back into it's walker form.
 
“Can you see the warehouse, Red?” a voice came through an earpiece hidden by his red pilot's cap, “You should be pretty close to it by now.”
 
“I see it, Chocolat.” The tan-furred caninu replied, tugging his red cape about his shoulders as he sat up to look over the top of his mecha and over the edge of the building. He could see both caninu and felineko moving about the courtyard between shipping containers. He pulled out a pair of binoculars and looked through them, trying to figure out the best route to the warehouse, “This 'Flea' guy sure has a lot of henchmen.”
 
“He's one of the most notorious gangsters in this city, and there's a big bounty on his head if we can take him down.” Chocolat replied over the speaker.
 
“You mean if I can take him down. You're just going to sit up there on the Asmodeus and yell at me.” Red replied flatly, “Come on, sis. You've got to admit I'm kind of the only doing all the work.”
 
“Well I'm the one who found you this job in the first place.” The pink canine snapped at him so loud Red had to move the earpiece away from himself, “Just stay safe and complete the mission, we really need this bounty if we're going to make repairs to the Asmodeus.”
 
“Or modifications to my Dahak.” Red agreed begrudgingly. The airship that he and his sister both lived on and used to get around probably took priority, but he had noticed in the past few battles his mecha wasn't really up to speed with the people he had to fight. He gripped onto the handles of his mecha once more and smirked, “Don't worry Chocolat, I'll get that criminal and bring him to justice. When I get down to work, there's just no stopping me!”
 
“That's the spirit. I'll keep you up to date on anything I find on the scanners.” Chocolat replied, “Just a quick word of warning: Don't let the name fool you, despite being called 'The Flea', he's apparently got a pretty powerful mech.”
 
“He's probably called the flea because he's so annoying.” The caninu replied, snickering a little at his own joke. Though as his sister cut the frequency he figured it was finally time to get down to business. He switched his mecha back into its flight mode and swooped down towards the courtyard.
 
He landed on one of the crates and instantly drew the attention of the henchmen, who either scrambled to get away from him or moved to engage him. The security mecha began to fire missiles towards the smaller mech, but fortunately the canine had handled firepower like this in the past. He began to use his mecha to grab the missiles out of the air and throw them back at his attackers.
 
“Stop firing you clods, move in and swarm him!” A felineko cried from the back of his mecha, causing the others to circle the shipping container that Red's Dahak was standing on top of.
 
“Five on one? Heh, no sweat.” the canine smirked, slipping one of his trademark bones into his mouth and holding it there like a cigar. He snatched one of the mechs using the strong arms of his Dahak and quickly hoisted it above his head before throwing it towards the next.
 
“Ah! You idiots, don't engage him, get away!” the felineko cried, quickly changing his tune as the Dahak leaped off of the shipping container and picked him up. It began to shake him back and forth, “A-ah! Put me down!”
 
“Not a chance, you're going to tell me where the Flea is hiding!” Red replied, grinning up at the terrified feline. The other mecha were either still recovering from his attacks or were dismantled while their pilots ran with their tails between their legs. “How far into the warehouse is he?”
 
“The Flea? ...ha, you must be Red Savarin then.” the cat replied, his fearful expression slowly shifting into a devious one as he chuckled at him, “Oh yes... I imagine Crusher is going to have fun with your little mech, no doubt you'll keep him fed for a while, you foolish Hunter.”
 
“W-wait, what?” Red blinked, staring up at the cat as he began to laugh in his face. The dog growled and threw the mech at a nearby shipping container, leaving the cat inside it struggling to get off of it. He hit the eject just in time to be catapulted away from his mecha before it exploded against the shipping container.
 
“Ha, if his goons are anything to go by, the Flea and his 'Crusher' are going to be a piece of cake.” Red laughed to himself, his tail wagging as he turned his mecha around and proceeded into the warehouse. The felineko's words repeated in his mind as he entered the dark room, only to find himself plunged into darkness as the door closed behind him. “H-hey, who turned out the lights?”
 
“You think you're tough, little mutt?” a voice echoed about the room. Red began to look around in the darkness, though his eyes were taking far too long to adjust to the lack of lighting.
 
“Chocolat, can you see anything?” Red called, only to hear static coming back from his ear piece. No doubt the Flea had blocked his frequency, preventing him from contacting the Asmodeus. He fumbled in the darkness for a moment before finally finding the button that would turn the lights on his Dahak on.
 
The Dahak's front lit up just in time to see a pair of mechanical jaws speeding towards him, easily wide enough to engulf him and pull him into its metal throat. The caninu gasped and his mecha leaped to the side, leaving the huge mecha crashing into the wall face-first. He took a few steps back as the lights slowly came on, revealing the robotic Tyrannosaurus Rex before him.
 
“Dinner time, my hungry Crusher!” the voice laughed, causing the metal dinosaur to turn around and snap at Red again, it's sharp metal teeth narrowly missing his Dahak once more as he leaped out of the way, “Come now, boy. Don't keep my hungry pet waiting! Hop right in!”
 
“Th-that thing is way too big, there's no way I can pick it up with the Dahak.” Red gasped, fleeing from the T-Rex as it began to chase him about the room. He picked up one of the crates it the warehouse and threw it towards the mechanical beast, but it charged straight through it completely unphased by the attack, “Throwing stuff at it doesn't work either.” Red confirmed to himself before turning and running again.
 
Just as the canine thought he had gotten away the T-Rex leaped into the air, higher than Red had expected from a mecha of its size. He brought up the Dahak's arms to block the giant metal foot as it came down on him, threatening to crush him as his mecha began to groan under the weight.
 
He struggled as the legs of the Dahak buckled under him, he could hear its core working overtime just to deal with the intense weight it was holding up. Thinking quickly he moved his Dahak to the left, dropping the foot next to him as he did so, only to find the mechanical jaws coming down over him instead.
 
With a loud crunch the Dahak was brought into the surprisingly detailed maw. As Red looked over his shoulder he could see the tunnel that could only lead to the robot's stomach, he could smell the acid coming from him. The tongue tilted back, causing his mecha to stagger back towards it.
 
“Nonononono!” he cried, slamming his fists against the controls. The warning lights flashed, revealing that the circuits in the Dahak's legs had been overheated during the attempt to hold the foot up, and needed time to cool off. As Red neared the throat he could see the straight drop to the stomach below, which sizzled as the acids ate through the last foolish hunter to come for the Flea.
 
The throat widened with a mechanical whirr, getting ready to accept its prey as the ramp that made up the tongue was at a 75% degree angle. Red tried to keep the Dahak balanced by moving to its front, but he knew he wouldn't be able to keep himself upright for long. He moved the Dahak's hands to the tongue and gripped onto it tightly, starting to push back against it with all his might as the heat of the acids below left him sweating.
 
“Don't fight it, little Hunter. What if the Flea is down there? Don't you want to make sure?” the voice echoed, leaving Red growling in frustration as he kicked at the legs, trying to get them started again. “You are just delaying the inevitable... admit your defeat.”
 
“I'm not going to let some oversized hunk of junk defeat me!” Red barked, pushing his mecha harder than he ever had before. The Dahak pushed back against the tongue, causing it to whirr loudly before bellowing out smoke into the mouth as he overpowered it.
 
“W-what are you doing? Stop! That was custom-built, you mutt!” the voice cried. The hunter paid it no mind as the legs of his Dahak finally came back to life. He positioned himself at the front of the mouth and began to push against the bottom jaw, slowly but surely prying it open. “Stop it! You'll break it!”
 
“I'm just getting started!” Red growled, giving one final shove with all the energy he could muster. The bottom jaw caved out under him, leaving him tumbling to the floor with it. It landed against the floor with a loud crash, and the caninu could see the rest of the mecha was about to follow it as he turned and fled to a safe distance.
 
The robotic T-Rex smashed against the ground, its small arms easily coming off as the acid it held in its stomach began to slowly pour out of the hole in its mouth. The Crusher had been defeated, and Red stood victorious once again. He hopped off of the Dahak and moved back towards the mecha to examine it, keeping a firm grip on his stun gun as he approached its head.
 
His ears perked as he saw something moving behind the glass-like eyes of the T-Rex, and he quickly smashed the blade on the end of his gun into it to break through the eye before shoving his hand in and grabbing the person before they could get away. At first he thought he might have gotten a hold of the pilot's tail or arm, but as he pulled his hand back out of the mech he discovered he was holding onto a tiny feline. “Wait... what?”
 
“Nngh, let go of me, you mutt! How dare you destroy my mech! Do you have any idea how long I spent building that?!” it squeaked up at him, causing the canine some amusement. The felineko glared up at him, starting to kick his legs and struggle, “Don't you look at me like that, put me down!”
 
“Why would I do that? You just tried to eat me, and I won fair and square.” Red replied, grinning away as he tried to hold back his laughter, “I guess you're the flea then, huh?”
 
“Don't call me that! I hate that name, you will call me the Crusher.” The cat mewled, causing Red to finally give up on his attempts and burst out laughing. The cat continued to struggle and squirm in his gloved hand, “St-stop laughing at me, you will fear me! I'm the devourer of Hunters!”
 
“Yeah, I think you might be in a little over your head there 'Crusher',” Red laughed in response, trying to keep it together long enough to get any information he needed out of the tiny cat. He wiped the tears away from his eyes, still snickering as he continued, “So, here's how this is going to go. You're going to jail for a long time, Flea.”
 
“Hmph, my friends will have me out within a week, and then I'll be coming for you, boy! You and your little mecha too!” The cat replied, trying his best to sound threatening as he finally stopped squirming long enough to catch his breath, “Maybe next time I'll skip the mech part and just drop you in a vat of acid.”
 
“Jeez, that's just rude.” Red rolled his eyes as he reached into the pocket of his red and blue shorts. He took out the handcuffs and blinked as he held them up to the six inch cat, “...Huh, somehow I don't think you're going to be restrained much in these.”
 
“A very astute observation, for a stupid mutt.” The cat glowered before grinning up at him, “So, what you're saying is that you have no way to keep me from escaping? I could just ride in your pocket.”
 
“Nah, you'd probably just escape if I put you in there.” The dog replied as he tried to think of another plan. He wasn't planning on the Flea being so small, so he hadn't brought anything to tie him up with or contain him. He chewed on the bone in his mouth harder as he thought before blinking as he came to a realization... oh yes, the cat would -hate- that.
 
He took the bone from his mouth and held it up to the cat, pushing it close enough for some of his drool to drip off of it and soak into his fur. The cat gagged and pushed back against it, but the caninu persisted in pushing it against him, “Ugh, what in gods name are you doing, boy?”
 
“Measuring.” Red replied vaguely. It was a perfect match, if anything the bone was bigger than he was. He grinned and slipped the bone into his pocket as he sniffed over the cat, taking in the scent of his no-doubt expensive cologne. “Hmm..” he muttered to himself before running his hot canine tongue over the cat's head, leaving a slimy coat of drool behind, “Not bad.”
 
“Ugh, you disgusting-” the cat spluttered, squirming in Red's grip as the tongue licked him. As he looked into the canine's eyes it finally dawned on him what was about to happen, “N-no, you wouldn't!”
 
“Come on, Flea. Don't keep this hungry Hunter waiting...” he smirked, taunting the cat with his own words as he opened his mouth wide, revealing the scene lined with drool and his pearly white teeth. The tongue reached out towards the cat like a red carpet, leading him straight to his dark wet throat just below his dangling uvula, “Hop right in.”
 
The cat cringed at the scent of the canine's breath, though that was hardly his primary concern as the hand guided him forward. He barely had time to get one last gasp of air before Red shoved him into his mouth and closed it around him, his tail wagging happily as he ate his treat.
 
The Flea thought that the Hunter would make this quick, but it seemed like Red was eager to savour the moment as he developed a taste for the felineko's fur. He began to roll him around in his mouth, running his tongue over every inch of him, even those covered by his clothes.
 
Recalling how Red defeated his mecha the Flea struggled to his feet, having a hard time keeping his footing on the slippery tongue as he found himself envying Red, at least he didn't have to deal with drool. He pushed against the roof of the caninu's mouth in an attempt to pry it back open, and to his surprise he saw light beginning to enter the maw as the jaws opened.
 
He found himself looking into a mirror, watching his own terrified expression as drool dripped off his hair and through his fur. Red grinned around him deviously as he watched him in his reflection, his hot breath rolling over his back as his tongue snaked over his form. Finally the caninu revealed his intentions by holding up a glass of water.
 
“W-wait!” the cat managed, only to find himself flooded by the water as Red splashed it into is mouth, causing the cat to lose his grip and fall back against the tongue. The jaws closed again, only remaining open enough to let in the water that Red drank, each wave being responded to by a heavy gulp from the canine's throat, each one bringing the Flea closer to his demise.
 
Gllrk. The Flea's head entered the throat, and with a second gulp the rest of him followed it, washed down by the caninu's drink. He whimpered and pushed at the warm fleshy walls around him, he could hear the dog's stomach growling ahead of him and the rumbling of Red's delight at his flavour behind him.
 
That was when he felt something touching him from the other side of the wall, a finger... maybe two? Red was feeling him going down his throat, running his hand over the bulge he made in his neck and guiding him down towards his chest. The feline began to squirm once again, but it was only responded to by another loud gulp, sending him into his humid stomach.
 
“Urrrrp.” Red let out a low belch as he finished his meal before breathing out a satisfied sigh and patting his stomach. Another criminal had been put in their place, though this one was going to have some interesting stories to tell when he got to prison. He finished the glass of water and licked his lips, “Phew... heh, see you later, Flea.”
 
The canine made his way back into the main room and fixed up his Dahak, feeling the cat struggling and kicking around in his stomach the whole time, yelling things that Red wouldn't dare repeat. He'd always either respond with 'Takes one to know one' or by belching loudly, though he made sure to gulp down some air for his prisoner if he did the latter.
 
Once the repairs were made, Red climbed up onto his Dahak and made his way out of the warehouse. His ear piece buzzed to life, and the crackling voice of his sister came through, “Red! Are you alright? Can you hear me?!”
 
“Woah, hey. I can hear you fine Chocolat. No problem.” Red replied, grinning as he slipped the bone back into his mouth. “Good news, I defeated the flea and I've got him with me.”
 
“Huh?” Chocolat's voice returned, sounding fairly confused. “I don't see him on the scanners... do you have him in one of the crates or something?”
 
“Nah, long story...” Red replied vaguely, his tail wagging as he felt his tiny prisoner continuing to kick about in his stomach. His Dahak shifted into its flight mode and he flew off into the night, grinning over his success before hearing his stomach gurgling ominously. “...So, hey, we've got Antacids on the Asmodeus, right?”
 
“I think so.” Chocolat replied, moving about the airship to check their supplies, “Why, do you have a bad stomach?”
 
“Yeah,” Red replied, listening to his stomach gurgling and groaning. He cringed and moved one hand to hold his gut, gagging as he wondered if the Flea would actually escape this time. He let out another low belch and murred, licking his lips before chuckling into his ear piece. “No need to worry though, I just ate something that didn't agree with me.”
 
 
 
 
 
POST VORE SCAT ENDING
 
 
 
 
 
The silence was unbearable. Chocolat hadn't said anything to him since the scan had come up negative. Red wasn't quite sure how to begin the negotiations, but as his sister began to fume, he figured he'd better say something.
 
“...I wasn't planning on digesting him, you know.” Red spoke up, deciding it was a pretty good way to start, “I mean, How else was I going to hold him?”
 
“Up your butt, who cares?” Chocolat retorted, glaring over the caninu as her ears pinned back, “You really couldn't have thought of any better way to keep him from escaping than eating him?”
 
“I said I was sorry.” Red rolled his eyes, listening to the last of his former prisoner gurgle away. “We'll find some other way to get the money we need to fix the Dahak, don't sweat it.”
 
“Hmph... well, at least he won't cause anyone any trouble.” Chocolat replied, turning her attention back to piloting the Asmodeus. “I suppose it must've been too tempting, given how that fight went. I hope it was worth it.”
 
“I've had better meals.” Red admitted, scratching at his stomach. The Flea had apparently taken offense to the comment, as the canine's lower gut let out a low groan. Red bit his lip, trying his best not to let it show.
 
“I'm sure you could've gotten a much better meal with his bounty.” Chocolat agreed, breaking into a rant as she glared back at her brother, “I mean, seriously Red? You ate him? You could've just gotten some string, or put him in a lunch box, or carried him, I know you can operate the Dahak one-handed, I've seen you do it! Don't you realize how this is going to look to-”
 
'Frrrrrrrrtt.'
 
Red blushed as he rudely interrupted his sister, despite his best intentions that one had managed to slip out. He cringed and tucked his tail between his legs, holding one hand over his stomach as he held himself back from letting any more wind escape, “C-can we talk about this later? I think the Flea is ready to make his escape.”
 
“I'm tempted to keep you here, maybe if you ruin your pants you'll understand what a big deal this is.” The pink pomeranian replied, crossing her arms as she glared at her brother.
 
“Won't you still have to clean them though?” Red asked, beginning to curl up as he tried to hold his bladder. Chocolat's eyes widened in alarm, and she quickly gestured for him to go deal with his problem.
 
Red was off like a rocket and barely managed to reach the bathroom before letting out another gassy fart, the scent of which was trapped in the small bathroom with him as he pulled the door closed. He tugged his shorts and underwear down and took his seat, just in time for the first lump of the former gangster to slip between his cheeks and drop with a splash into the water below.
 
He breathed out a sigh of relief, his tail wagging back and forth as the second turd began to squeeze out of his tight tailhole, certainly much larger than the last. He grunted and pushed against his stomach, forcing the rest of it out with another foul fart. Clearly cats didn't agree with him, though he doubted he'd find another one small enough to eat anytime soon.
 
The Flea managed to surprise him with a third log of shit, causing Red to strain as he struggled to get it out of his system. It finally dropped on top of the others with a squelch, causing him to pant with relief as he tucked his member between his legs and relieved his bladder, letting the hot stream of piss splash over the remains of the notorious gangster.
 
Thinking back on the way the cat had talked to him, the caninu decided he wanted a view of the action. He held his bladder long enough to stand up and turn around before letting it go free again, causing some of it to splash over the seat while most of it met its mark on the remains pooling at the bottom of the toilet.
 
Even after he was done pissing, the canine barely recognized him. There were clear signs of bleached white bones in the mix, as well as little bits of white fur here and there, but otherwise he couldn't have told the Flea apart from any other meal he had deposited. He grinned and gave his rear a little pat before wiping it off and tossing the toilet paper over him, “Looking good, Flea.” he teased his remains with a smirk.
 
He washed his hands and tugged his shorts back up around his waist before making his way back towards the bridge, grinning to himself as he wagged his tail back and forth in relief, “Phew, I feel way better.”
 
“Well, I just hope you're proud of yourself.” Chocolat muttered, growling under her breath as she continued to pilot the airship.
 
“I'm -very- proud of myself, that thing was a monster. I'm surprised I got so much out of such a little guy.” Red replied matter-of-factly as he put his hands on his hips and pushed out his chest, “Are you sure we can't still get that bounty? I think we could get a reward if we gave them what's left. Failing that, a world record.”
 
“I seriously doubt that.” His sister replied, keeping her eyes on the sky ahead of them as she refused to look back at the taller canine.
 
“I'm just saying, put the Asmodeus on auto-pilot and come take a look.” Red replied, thumbing over his shoulder towards the bathroom, “Seriously, sis. I dare you to tell me that's not the biggest dump you've ever seen.”
 
“You haven't flushed it? Gross!” Chocolat gasped before picking up a nearby book and throwing it over at her brother, “Red!”
 
“Alright, alright.” Red laughed, bringing his arms up and letting the book bounce off of them before making his way back to the bathroom, whistling to himself as he walked. Chocolat hear the sound of the toilet beginning to flush, and then a low clunk and a spluttering sound.
 
“Uh... Chocolat?” Red called from the bathroom, “...Add 'Toilet' to the list of things we need to repair on the Asmodeus.”