In the grandest city in the kingdom, gold flowed like wine after the fall of the Demon King, leading to a culture of gross excess. Deep in the furthest reaches of the city's red-light district is a special hotel, for adventurers in the know. To find it, you must find your way through a small labyrinth of hidden alleyways, snaking through the city like a set of intestines. If you manage to find your way through, you will discover The Get-Inn: a bizarre bazaar of everything vore. Here at The Get-Inn, you can experience your wildest fantasies in reality. Do you want to be a living buttplug? Great idea! Want to have twins play tug of war with you in the middle? Aw, yeah! How about dissolving inside a slime-girl? Ooh, kinky! At The Get-Inn, there is only one rule: the customer is king. Fatal or non-fatal, humanoid or monster girl, any body type, any position, any hole; we’ve got a succubus for everyone to satisfy any desire that you could imagine (and quite a few more than that)! So step right up, and GET IN!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Ep. 4 The Thief, the John, and the Golems
 
 
 
 
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Prologue
Sitting on one of the couches in the lobby of the Get-Inn was a large pile of red clay, formed roughly into the shape of a scale-size human body. Betty Winters, headmistress of the inn, stood there, staring at the clay mannequin, hoping it wasn’t ruining her upholstery. “...Roni, it’s just a big blob of clay, is this really what you were so excited to show me?” Standing with her was her younger sister and student at the Platerian School for Mages, Veronica Winters. She was dressed in her uniform: a long purple cloak with a hood, black thigh-high stockings, and a small silver crown that enhanced magical ability. With a slimmer figure and neck-length silver hair, she looked much like Betty had when she was her sister’s age.
 
 
“It might just be clay now, sis, but just wait! My new project is the perfect solution to your problem!” Roni said excitedly, as Betty groaned and put her hand over her face. “Your last ‘project’ blew a hole in my wall and sent one of my girls to the hospital. Excuse me if I’m a little skeptical.” During their last orb call, she had made the mistake of mentioning her plans, and the issue she was having. After a certain noble who was currently in her guard dog-girls ‘dungeon’ dropped a fortune in her lap, she had decided she wanted to take all her girls with her to the beach. It had been over 20 years since her last vacation, and while succubi lived far longer than humans, that was still overdoing it. The problem was, without her and the girls around, the Inn would have to be closed, and the idea of all the income she would miss out on drove her crazy.
 
 
Wary that the clay might somehow explode, Betty was eyeing it cautiously. “How is clay supposed to help? I already finished renovating the place.” Roni shook her head, “No, the clay isn’t the important part, it’s just a medium. You can make these things out of anything, I just like clay because it’s cheap and easy to shape. I present the answer to all your problems: behold!” With that, she flicked her wrist, her catalyst slipping out of her sleeve into her hand, and began holding it towards the clay and chanting. The sounds coming from the mage-in training’s mouth sounded like impossible nonsense sounds to her magically inept sister, but it was in fact a complicated sequence of ancient runes. It was an extremely complex technique that formed an imitation of intelligence by using a lengthy series of parameters, command prompts, and responses. As she finished the spell, a blue light jumped from the stick she used as her catalyst to the clay, and the room was filled with a blinding light.
 
 
At first, Betty thought that her sister had once again caused an explosion in her hotel, except that there had been no shockwave, nor sound. She rubbed at her eyes until she could see again, and saw her sister sitting on the couch, naked, where the clay had been. “Ok, so you can teleport now? I don’t get it, and what happened to your clothes?” From beside her came Roni’s voice, “Nope, I’m still over here!” Indeed, her sister was still standing to her side, where she had been the entire time. Betty looked between her sister next to her, and her sister on the couch, and shrugged. “Ok, I give up. What is this, you can clone yourself? How does this help me?” Roni shook her head in frustration, “Oh come on sis! I know you're not a mage, but you’ve never even heard of golems?” It was Betty’s turn to shake her head, neither understanding nor caring about her sister’s obsession with magic.
 
 
“Alright, fine. I’ll give you a quick magic 101. Golems are magical constructs, infused with a mage’s mana. The chant I used earlier was a process that builds a fake mind out of…” Roni trailed off, her sister staring at her dumbly. “I made the clay look like me with magic, and it does whatever I want.” Betty’s expression was still blank, not understanding. “Alright, so?” While she may have been a shrewd businesswoman, magic was way over her head. Roni slapped her palm into her face, “I programmed the golem to take basic voice commands, and its digestive tract works like a normal person. If you stick something in one of it’s holes, it will eat it. Watch.” She removed an apple from somewhere within her cloak, and threw it at the golem, connecting squarely with it’s mouth. As soon as the apple entered the golem’s mouth, its arm swung up, catching it with perfect reflexes. “Mmmm. Yum.” it droned stiffly, as it pushed the apple into its mouth whole, swallowing. Betty watched the lump the apple formed travel down the golem’s throat, and finally, she was starting to get the picture.
 
 
“Wait, so I can leave them here while I’m gone, and your clones can handle serving customers?” Roni smiled, “Bingo.” Betty was still skeptical, “Can they really handle running the whole place? It can let the customers out right?” Roni waved off her concerns, “Yes yes yes, of course. The instructions I gave this one will let it handle running the lobby, and we can make a few more to handle customers. They are definitively obedient, unable to refuse any command they receive, so long as it’s one I programmed them to understand. They can’t do anything outside the set of instructions I give them, so there’s no chance of anything going wrong! My golems are the perfect synthetic succubi!” Matching her sister’s smile, she grabbed her in a big bear hug, “Amazing! What would I do without you, little sister?”
 
 
Part 1- The Swallowed Swindler
 
 
“I must be the luckiest thief in the kingdom!”
 
 
 From the shadows, a thief hid in wait, watching as Madame Winter’s and her huge menagerie of girls piled into the waiting train of wagons. He couldn’t believe his good fortune, he had been just walking by, when he spotted them and slid silently into a nearby alley. From the looks of it, she was taking her entire staff somewhere, leaving the Inn empty for the first time since it had opened. With how many adventurers were rumored to have been eaten there, the thief salivated at the thought of the mountain of valuable gear they must have had stored inside, somewhere. He decided that he, the master thief James Arsen, had no choice but to take advantage of the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that had been so graciously offered unto him.
 
 
Concealed beneath his black rogue’s cloak, James slipped easily between the dark alleyways, only his green eyes and a small tuft of his bright blue hair were visible within the void of his hood. He made it to the doorway, lockpick already in hand, and inserted it into the door’s keyhole. His eye cocked, confused, as he felt inside the mechanism, and found that the door wasn’t locked at all. He removed the pick, and pulled on the handle, and sure enough, the door opened. He slipped inside and quickly shut the door behind him, cautious and alert. Either they were fools leaving their doors unlocked, and James’ luck was even better than he had thought, or there was something going on that he just wasn’t seeing.
 
 
As soon as he was inside, back against the door, he knew that something bizarre was afoot. The place was still fully lit inside, as if it were open for business, and someone was standing behind the counter. She looked like a smaller, younger Madame Winters, and she was wearing the standard succubus spaghetti-strap two piece. She didn’t seem to have seen him, seemingly staring off into space. He considered his options; he could attempt to get by this stand-in, still go for the goods. However, this was a much riskier operation than he had planned for. He hadn’t done anything wrong yet, so he opted to simply go up to the counter. He would hire a girl, and if he happened to get an opportunity to break off, go for the treasure, then he would take it. If not, it would be a normal night visiting the Inn.
 
 
The girl at the counter continued to stare at nothing as James approached, removing his hood. He had semi-long straight blue hair and a pretty face, with a tattoo of a rose on his neck. He stopped halfway to the counter, confused. The substitute at the desk somehow still did not seem to see him, despite only being a few meters away. He waved towards her, but still could not elicit a response. “This is absolutely bizarre.” he said aloud, her face still staring ahead, unflinching. He warily stepped closer, to investigate, when he crossed an invisible threshold. Programmed to greet customers when one was detected within 5 feet of the golem, she sprang to life, startling James so badly he fell backwards onto his ass.
 
 
“Greetings, patron of the Get-Inn. Welcome. You may call me [#0]. I am an enchanted golem, made to [work the front desk]. I can respond to certain questions and commands. How may I help you today?” As she finished her introduction, James stood up, recomposing himself, and looked #0 up and down carefully. He had heard about golems before, but never seen one up close. It was uncanny, it looked almost exactly like a real succubus, except that the eyes had a glassy quality reminiscent of that of a doll’s. She looked at him now, but he could tell that she didn’t see anything. There was no soul in the puppet in front of him.
 
 
The real Roni had anticipated customer’s giving a response to the greeting, so when James stood there silently, waiting, so did #0. Curious, he slowly creeped up to the desk, getting a closer look. If not for her odd behavior, and soulless eyes, he would have sworn the golem was a real, living, breathing succubus. Leaning over the desk to get up close to her, he could feel her breath on his face, it even smelled normal. He placed the back of his hand against her cheek, and sure enough, it was warm. Suddenly, he had a perverse thought, and grinned mischievously. With a glint in his eye, he hovered his hands over #0’s boobs, as she continued to stare at him blankly. “I’m just checking how authentic you are.” he said, assuring himself more than the drone. He squeezed into her tits, and was amazed that they felt just as real as the rest of its body. He spent a bit longer than a few moments playing with the synthetic girl’s chest, before having another naughty idea.
 
 
He grabbed #0 by the face, his hand squeezing her mouth into a pucker, before planting a kiss on her lips. At first, he held her with a simple kiss, and she continued to stand there, unresponsive. His mistake came when he chose to lean into her, kissing more deeply, and pushing his tongue into her mouth. “Mmmm. Yum.” said #0. Hearing that, he went to pull away from her, when he felt her hand against the back of his head. He thought to himself, “Aw, shit.”
 
 
Jame’s head was pushed entirely into the golem’s mouth, and unceremoniously swallowed. #0 had no feelings, and gained no enjoyment from her functions. She continued to mechanically gulp down the unwise thief. His shoulders. GULP. His chest. GULP. His stomach. GULP. Halfway down, the golem lifted his legs into the air. With gravity assisting, the rest of his body was easily swallowed, his feet soon meeting him within the synthetic belly with a final GULP. Having gulped her prey down so quickly, #0 had swallowed a large amount of air, which it released as a large burp, almost sounding as if she was satisfied with her meal.
 
 
Inside the golem’s belly, James no longer cared whether or not it was a real person. The stomach felt plenty real, pressing into him and gurgling like any other succubus’ would. He struggled, causing the golem’s heavily swollen belly to writhe. All around him he heard, “I hope you enjoyed your [oral] session. Would you like me to regurgitate you now?” From within the oversized belly, a faint “mmmph!” for yes. “You’ve selected [no]. Please remember that if you do not wish to become succubi shit, simply request for me to regurgitate you before you are digested. Either way, please enjoy your time in my stomach.”
 
 
Furious that this thing pretending to be a girl had eaten him, and talking about turning him into its shit no less, James began screaming all manner of curses towards the living clay. “You disgusting magical abomination! How dare you eat the legendary James Arsen! Release me at once. I said ‘yes’ when you asked if I wanted to be regurgitated, and I never even requested any bloody oral session! What kind of moron mage made you?!” Miles away, in her dorm room sitting at her desk studying, Roni sneezed. Several minutes went by, trapped, listening to the squelching surrounding him, when he again heard #0 speak. “Warning. Digestion will start shortly. Are you sure you don’t want to be regurgitated?” This time, an “mmmph!” for no came from the big golem gut. “You’ve selected [yes]. Please enjoy gurgling away in my stomach. Thank you for visiting the Get-Inn, please come again soon!”
 
 
He continued to struggle madly, refusing to believe something so absurd was happening to him. “I said no, you deaf fool! Regurgitate me! I want to be regurgitated!” The golem could not hear the command, once again only hearing a “mmmph!”.“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that. Please make sure to only use commands I understand, and speak in a clear and audible voice.” the golem said flatly. James was ready to tear his hair out, “I can’t speak in a ‘clear and audible’ bleedin’ voice’, I’m in your godforsaken growling stomach!” As he thought this, the golem’s stomach began secreting acidic juices. True to its word, the imitation of Roni was digesting the unfortunate thief.
 
 
Part 2- Inside An Automaton’s Abyssal Asshole
 
 
A short amount of time later, an average looking man with brown hair and a mustache walked through the doors. John was a smith, and a regular at the Get-Inn. He enjoyed coming by after his evenings at the tavern, to take a nap inside a particular BIG bear-girl’s ass. Tonight was no different, blushing from the alcohol as he walked up to the desk. He only realized it wasn’t Betty standing there once he’d reached the desk, and the golem had already begun its bit. “Greetings patron of the Get-Inn. Welcome. You may call me [#0], I am an enchanted golem, made to [work the front desk]. I can respond to certain questions and commands. How may I help you today?”
 
 
He stared at her blankly for a moment, before saying “Hey, you’re not Betty. You look alot like her though, but smaller... You said you’re a golem? I heard about them, those are those newfangled magic automata-whatsits.” At this point, he noticed her belly, which was largely hidden behind the desk. It was hugely distended, and appeared to be struggling. “Mmmph!” said the stomach, an increasingly digested James hearing the sounds of another person outside.
 
 
John spent a minute standing there, watching the golem’s stomach work, the sounds of gurgling, groaning, and an angry thief emanating from within. The drunk man was fascinated, thinking that the golem was a display, simulating digestion to show off the realism of the magitechnology. “Wow, you know, you really do look like a real lassy making a man stew. What will they come up with next…” he trailed off, not expecting an answer. He poked at her stomach, which gurgled in a response, and earned another angry “mmph!” He looked back to the golem’s face to ask, “Anyway, is Yoko available?” Responding stiffly, “I am very sorry, but all of our usual succubi are away at the moment. However, [#2] would be happy to serve you.” She gestured next to her, and a second golem stood up from behind the desk. ““Greetings patron of the Get-Inn. Welcome. You may call me [#2], I am an enchanted golem, made to [serve your needs]. I can respond to certain questions and commands. How may I help you today?”
 
 
John’s eyes went wide for a moment, surprised at the appearance of another small Betty, before immediately relaxing. He was too drunk to care, although he did wonder to himself how many more were hidden back there. “Oh, uh, hi. I, uh, wanted to spend some time resting inside a butt?” he said, uncertain how to talk to the golem. Picking up on keywords, she responds, “Oh, you would like an [anal] session? I would be happy to help you with that, please follow me.” Abruptly, #2 turned and began walking up the stairs, and a moment later, John went running up after her. On his way, he looked back to the first Roni, who’s stomach didn’t seem to be struggling anymore, and could be heard churning loudly. If John had been sober enough to see straight, he might also have noticed that some of the outlines of James had disappeared, her belly increasingly soft and round.
 
 
#2 came to a stop next to the bed inside a free room, and sharply turned around towards John. “Before we start, please remove your clothing and kneel down next to me. Then just let me know when you would like to begin. Also, would you like me to [engage dirty talk mode]?” He looked at her, uncertain as to what that meant, before shrugging and saying “yeah, sure.” He figured she seemed a bit stiff, maybe whatever she was talking about would help. “You’ve selected [yes]. I hope [my buttplug] enjoys his selection.”
 
 
With a sigh, John took his clothing off, leaving them folded on the bedside table. He missed his bear-girl. While the golem might have been attractive, her personality was stone cold. He was tempted to simply go home, but he was curious enough to give her a chance. Was her ass as stiff as her personality? He kneeled down, and her butt looked bubbly and soft, like any good succubus’ should. She just stood there, until he realized she was waiting for him. “Oh, uh, right. Begin?” The instant the words left his mouth, she brought her butt down on his head, pressing him into her with one hand.
 
 
John’s nose was forced roughly into her pucker, which opened a little to accept it. #2 continued to press herself down onto him, gyrating, until she opened up enough for his head to slide in with a loud POP. With the golem sitting on his shoulders, John already knew that he had had enough. He thought, “This damn fake girl, she has no idea what she’s doing! My Yoko would never be so rough with me!” Before he could even lift his arms to try pushing her off of him, she continued to force herself downward, stretching quickly and easily, and his shoulders were taken as well. “Oh, yeah. Yeah, baby. Get inside that butt.” she said, dryly. The golem was based on the mage who made it, and in this case that mage had no experience as a pred. However, despite her terrible technique, the fake Roni also couldn’t feel pain, and was able to stretch to her limits easily as a result.
 
 
Her belly already swelling with John’s squirming upper half, #2 showed no signs of slowing. On top of him and descending, there was nothing he could do to stop sliding further into her surprisingly realistic shitpipe. If he hadn’t been so angry at her, he might have appreciated that her insides felt, sounded, and smelled just like the real thing. Within a couple of minutes, the golem was sitting, John’s legs squished beneath her. She stood up easily, propped his legs against the bed, and sat down. In a single motion, the rest of John was pushed inside her as her ass lowered to the bed with a loud squelching sound. With only his feet beneath her, she gave a strong clench, and those too slipped inside, completely sealing him inside the golem’s butthole.
 
 
“Mmm. Oh, yeah. It feels great having you inside my [asshole]. Would [my buttplug] like to come out now?” John regretted enabling that stupid mode, and tried to yell, “Yes! Let me out now!” Only a loud “mmmph!” was audible outside the golem’s belly, and it responded, “You’ve selected [no]. Please enjoy your time in my [asshole]. Please remember that if you do not wish to be digested, you simply need to request me to push you out before you reach my stomach. If you do, please enjoy [becoming my shit].” With that, John could feel himself continue to slide deeper into her realistically stinking guts.
 
 
The golem sat on the bed, completely motionless, except for the squirming movements within her massive gut. Within, John had already slid further inside the golem than he had ever been inside any actual succubus. He only liked slipping inside, and napping near the rectum, with no interest in being digested. It was disorienting, the dank walls rhythmically squeezing him deeper, contorting his body up, down, and in every direction as he followed the winding path to her stomach. The further he went, the louder the gurgling above him sounded. He continued to try to yell to the golem to let him out, occasionally earning a generic response: “I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that. Please make sure to only use commands I understand, and speak in a clear and audible voice.”
 
 
After several hours, John had finally reached the stomach, forced to curl into a ball as he was pushed into the space. “Oh, it seems [my buttplug] has reached my stomach. Please remember that if you do not wish to become succubi shit, simply request for me to regurgitate you before you are digested. Either way, please enjoy your time in my stomach.” The stomach writhed violently, projecting an audible “mmmph!” John demanded repeatedly to be regurgitated, but only ever got a response of “I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that. Please make sure to only use commands I understand, and speak in a clear and audible voice.”
 
 
#2’s stomach gurgled loudly, and acidic juices started to seep from the walls. The muscles kneaded and turned John, rubbing the fluid into every inch of his skin. He was already drunk and tired, so in between the rhythm of the stomach’s squeezing, the sound of #2’s artificial heart beating, and the fumes from the stomach acid getting to his head, John quickly fell asleep. The stomach continued to work away at him, making his body soft, churning it away into soup, as the golem’s belly lost the shape of the man, becoming squishy and round. Finally, the unconscious man was completely lost to the stomach that had no need for food. Her belly continued to shrink down to a potbelly as digestion finished, and John’s remains were pushed back down into the poopchute in which he had just wanted to nap.
 
 
Epilogue
 
 
Several hours later, #2 entered the Inn’s bathroom, just as #0 was finishing depositing her master thief meal in the toilet. A glint could be seen within the toilet, the only trace of James in the pile of succubus crap being his lockpick. #0 flushed, and silently walked out without acknowledging the man she had just shat out or her fellow golem. She simply headed back to her post, to continue manning the front desk. Similarly, #2 went to a toilet, squeezed out a steaming load, and flushed. Her #2 that had once been John disappeared down the drain, the golem lacking any ability to feel remorse as it walked away to wait to serve the next customer.
 
 
A week later, Madame Winters and her girls returned home, happy and rested, until they found the golems. There was a mountain of collected clothing and gear, but not a single gold coin of payment had been collected. Additionally, every single golem had become excessively fat. Betty rushed to her office, furiously grabbing her orb to call her sister.
 
 
Inside her dorm room, Roni listened to the screaming coming from her own orb, attempting to get a word in. “Uh… well… I… No…. No, I don’t know why they would have eaten them all. They’re obedient to a fault, and can’t disobey any command they… hear.” The mage finally realized her mistake, not having considered how much the walls of a stomach muffled one’s voice. “Uh...what’s that? Oh, ok! Sorry sis, I gotta go, my… uh… roommate… is… on fire…. Bye!” The orb call disconnected, and Betty pitched hers into the wall, it exploding into shards with a magical POOF.
 
 
Later that night, the royal police arrived at the doors of the Get-Inn. A great number of people had gone missing, many of which were known to have visited the Inn before their disappearance. Unable to fabricate a convincing lie on the spot, Betty explained what had happened, blaming the mess on her incompetent sister and her faulty golems. Unfortunately, while the truth did help her, it also earned her an extra fine. She received a long list of fines for digesting customers without a signed waiver, and an extra fine on the end for having used magitechnology for commercial use without a permit. Additionally, all the goods the golems had collected was confiscated, to be given back to the families of the digested. The golems themselves were impounded, to be destroyed at a later date. However, the police chief believed Betty, knowing that the headmistress was usually very good about keeping her business on the up and up. He opted to not arrest her, letting her off with the fines, and a firm warning against using golems ever again.
 
 
Finally the police left, and the headmistress breathed a sigh of exhaustion. For all the trouble the golems had caused, she had nothing to show for it but a list of fines. “If I’d never talked to Roni, just gone on vacation and closed the Inn, I would have been better off! That damn fool of a mage better not show her face around here anytime soon, or I might just “accidentally” leave her in my stomach.” She paused, before miming the stiff voice of the golems in a mocking tone, “‘I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that. Please make sure to only use commands I understand, and speak in a clear and audible voice.’ Bah! I hate magitechnology.”