“I said I’m going!” Michiru barked.
“And I said you’re not!” Shirou growled back. “That Nazuna girl is nothing but pure trouble for the entirety of Anima City!”
The two stood growling and barking between each other atop the roof of the
Beastman Co-Op. They didn’t in truth know how exactly it happened. Somehow Michiru brought up her plans to go see Nazuna, her former best friend and current cult leader, to try once again to win her back. Shirou, being the pessimist he was, saw that as the most ridiculous idea possible. Nazuna in his eyes had proven herself to be a manipulative little brat who gives both humans and beastmen a bad name.
  She had started her and Michiru’s reunited friendship by manipulating Michiru into allowing Nazuna’s cult of the Silver Wolf into the City. She then turned on Michiru, who was just trying to help the only remnant of her former life and began to emotionally sink her teeth into the poor tanuki.
  Michiru didn’t leave her room for hours after that, even with the promise of food. And now she suddenly wanted to go back to the malicious little fox?!
  Shirou, as any good person with half a working brain in this situation, would do, put up a bit of a fight. Unfortunately, when two strong beastmen prides with high emotions cross, it can only lead to issues. And that was exactly what was happening as the pair continued to argue so fiercely that it had brought out Shirou's beast form.
  “Nazuna’s my friend and I know she still feels the same way!” Michiru yelled at the wolf that towered over her, still somehow having the lack of fear or pure stupidity to bear her fangs at him.
  “Well I have a lot more experience and I know she’s just gonna use you again!” Shirou snarled, his temper only growing hotter as the insubordinate little tanuki showed her teeth in a display just asking for a fight. “So don’t come crawling back to me when you get your heart broken again and again till you actually manage to learn something!”
“Then I won’t!” Michiru declared with enough force for her to be heard from the other side of the city. Michiru took this moment as her chance, spinning round on her heel and making a break for the door. In the little beastman’s mind, she was gonna go see her friend no matter what. Shirou on the other hand had no intention of letting that happen.
With speed insane for most any beastman, Shirou reached out and grabbed Michiru from behind. Gripping her tight by the arms. She tried her best to writhe out of his hold but only found him growing tighter as the old wolf pulled her into a bear hug, giving him more leverage to pin her in place.
“Let me go, Shirou!” She cried, still trying to pull herself away from the older beastman.
“You’re not going anywhere you little brat!” Shirou growled as he pinned her against his chest. He was at the very end of his usually respectably long rope with this kid. And now, his mind was running with plans on how to force her back in line. Ways he hadn’t used in a very long time.
Michiru was so caught up in her struggles to escape, that she barely even noticed the warm, humid breath on her neck. A sudden, primal instinct that she didn’t even know she had in her began to flood Michiru’s body. The instincts of someone much lower on the food chain than the one holding her down. Looking up, she was witness to a dripping wet cavern of pink flesh and pearly stalactites and stalagmites directly above her.
Shirou wasted no time in swinging down his mouth to engulf Michiru’s head. Her struggling began all a new as she must have been staring down the pulsing red cavern that was Shirou's throat. With one swift movement, Shirou forced Michiru’s face against it before she was subject to the first swallow, sucking her in.
Michiru tried to flail her arms to escape, but Shirou still held her fast and tight, letting little movement from her upper body as he stood intent on consuming her.
Another swallow formed a large bulge across Shirou's throat as Michiur’s head made its way down his esophagus. The vague impression of her head and hair was visible through Shirou's flesh, squirming and struggling as she was forced downwards.
Moving his hands down Michiru’s shoulder, Shirou began to force Michiru’s jacket off. That was much more fibrous than he had any intention of putting in his mouth. Plus it would be a pain to clean when he inevitably spat her out.
But Michiru had no idea of his intentions as she was pulled in further, her chest and shoulders disappearing past the wolf’s fangs. All she knew was that yet another friend had turned on her, yet now in a much more violent and primal way.
Shirou cared little for Michiru’s taste. She had a flavor of sweat and dirt in all honesty. And she hadn’t brushed out her fur enough to not fill his mouth with sheddings. But he had to muster through the unpleasant dining experience. If she was gonna act like a child, she was gonna be treated like one. And he was intent on put this tanuki in time-out.
He gulped again, reaching Michiru's stomach, also most likely forcing Michiru’s head into his stomach. Shirou’s super strength only came in handy as he pulled her up off the ground, not wanting to crouch any further to swallow her down.
Shirou did have to admit, Michiru’s stomach was better than expected. That wasn’t saying much since it was Michiru, but it was something.
Her stomach had a bit of plushness to it, allowing Shirou to gently nom into it, feeling his fangs squish into a small bit of baby fat. It was kinda cute all things considered. And more fun to eat than her boney and muscle-layered upper body. He fell into playing with her belly with his tongue, comfortable in the fact he could keep her down and had the time. It felt close to soft rubber or even bread dough. Very nice to lap and prod at with his tongue. Shirou almost would have thought Michiru would have snagged a prey or two herself while in Anima City. Though it was rare to ever happen in the city, let alone in that time period.
Michiru did not take kindly to being munched on, her scream of indignation barely muffed by Shirou's stomach wall. She went to violently kicking her legs out, still with some hope she could escape. Her legs flailing so wildly it shook off her shoes. Shirou only found relief in that as they fell to his feet. It just meant he didn’t have to deal with them when the time came.
But Shirou still had a mission, and he was intent on finishing it. So he forwent playing with Michiru’s belly and went back to swallowing. Grabbing her legs firmly, he began a storm of gulps, forcing Michiru downwards. In but a few moments, Michiru’s belly, arms, butt, and thighs vanished into Shirou’s maw and throat. All leaving notable bulges on his neck and chest as the tanuki swam toward his stomach.
Her legs still weakly tried to swing around, lacking much of the room they formerly had. Still, she tried, Shirou could commend that. He hadn’t seen that from prey in a long time. Though most didn’t get a second chance to show him their power.
But grit and determination can only get you so far. And Michiru was against a god, so she never really had any chance in the first place.
Michiru’s shins were taken in, leaving just her socked paws to wiggle between Shirou’s fangs. He snapped his jaws closed, feeling her still wriggle around, the linty, sweaty cotton filling his mouth, all before he tilted his head back and let them disappear down his throat, along with the rest of Michiru.
The last of Michiru’s body slithered down Shirou’s esophagus before it all slammed into his stomach. Shirou had to adjust his stance as his belly bulged out with the newly placed weight. It was only exasperated by the writhing struggles as Michiru put up quite a fight. Not unexpected from her but still something to take into account.
But Shirou had taken on much worse prey, so Michiru would be lucky to give him acid reflux.
Shirou collapsed into one of the lounge chairs they had situated on the roof, hearing the metal and mesh creak and groan under their combined weight. He gave his stomach a few firm pats as he settled into the long game that would be waiting her out.
Michiru on the other hand had getting comfortable as one of the last things on her mind.
The old wolf’s stomach was mostly empty except for a small bit of gunk at the bottom that barely registered to Michiru. The only thing really in it was the tanuki herself, but that didn't make it much better. It smelled as bad as anyone would expect a stomach to smell; heavy, musty, acidic, somewhere between old meat and cheese, and a few scents Michiru couldn’t identify. Shirou’s body heat was oppressive in there, damn near melting the tanuki right then and there. The humidity and stomach grime began to wet down her fur as Michiru struggled and squirmed in the limited space. The space seemed randomly get smaller as the stomach compressed and squeezed Michiru. Some of which was more on Shirou’s part, who was kneading and squeezing his extended gut to try and help tire out the tanuki inside.
Michiru put up quite a fight. She punched and kicked the walls, though it did little as they would only bounce back and cover her more in stomach juices. She tried to writhe and throw her body around, but the limited space gave her little wind-up and seemed to just slosh her around more than bother her captor.
“LET ME THE FUCK OUT!!!” Michiru screamed, pounding on the elastic stomach walls with her fists. Shirou muffed a belch at her growing activity.
“I'll let you out when you calm down,” Shirou calmly explained, trying to keep his composure at her crazy movements. “Maybe then you’ll have enough sense to not go after that fox.”
“Calm down? CALM DOWN?!” Michiru roared, stretching out Shirou’s gut by pressing out both her arms and legs at the same time. “You ate me! I’ll calm down when I’m out of your stomach!”
Shirou pinched the bridge of his nose, this girl didn’t seem to understand her situation. But Shirou also wasn’t gonna argue with her. Michiru was as stubborn and hard-headed as him, so it’d be pointless. Plus he’d eaten her to get away from the arguing.
Shirou picked up a book from the side table. He was previously reading it, till Michiru tried to sneak off and he had to intervene. Unfortunately, he lost his page.
It looked like this was gonna take a while.
Shirou was just beginning to settle into a flow in his book when he felt something off. An odd pressure inside his chest not normal for the typical struggling of prey. Before Shirou could question it much more his throat suddenly began to bulge as his maw was forced open. A pair of long brown arms stretched to noodle-like proportions came squirming out of Shirou’s throat.
Shirou stared up in shock at Michiru’s extended arms protruding from his mouth. For a moment he had forgotten about her shapeshifting powers. And seemingly Michiru had just remembered them herself.
Michiru’s arms blindly flailed and clawed about a foot out of Shirou’s mouth. They seemed to search for some kind of purchase to drag Michiru out of the gastric pit. Or maybe just to smack Shirou around either in an attempt to annoy him into spitting her up or just for some revenge for eating her in the first place.
Of course, Shirou was not one for putting up with such an escape attempt, especially from Michiru trying to avoid her well-deserved punishment. Shirou bit into Michiru’s arms, shocking her with pain just enough to stop her arms from moving so rabidly. With her arms momentarily paralyzed Shirou took his chance to start gulping. After several swallows, they slipped back down his throat like long, brown, horrible-tasting noodles with claws on the end of them. Michiru very much reminded Shirou of that last fact as her hands slipped back down. Thankfully Shirou had regeneration, otherwise, she would have left some serious damage.
Her plan foiled Michiru seemed to struggle and roar in indignation even more so, forming many a bulge and lump on Shirou’s distended belly. Shirou cleared his throat as he pressed his hand into his taut stomach.
“Michiru, I told you already. You’re not coming out till you calm down and stop fighting,” Shirou growled, attempting to constrict Michiru with his hands. He couldn’t exactly make out Michiru’s response, if that was because of his stomach or her mumbling through her rage was anyone’s guess.
Shirou made another attempt to constrict her, hugging his arms around his stomach, suddenly squeezing the contents inside. Michiru for a moment seemed to pause her struggle, lacking space. Releasing his hold, Shirou got to watch as his stomach jiggled and rippled back into place. Unfortunately, Michiru only began to squirm and writhe all again. Shirou just sighed and laid back down, attempting to distract himself into his book and be away from the pain in the tail tanuki.
Michiru continued to fight and squirm. She kept punching and kicking to the best of her ability. Each hit only reflected back at her, the stomach walls were more elastic than even Michiru had predicted. She was unlikely to even upset Shirou’s stomach, much less do any actual damage.
Even still, Michiru struggled away, the fire of frustration burning in her soul as she flailed in the tight organ. She was pissed to high hell at this point. First Nazuna had betrayed her! Then Michiru had laid in her bed wallowing in her own self-pity for almost a full day! Somehow she then convinced herself to try and win Nazuna back! And now she got in a fight with Shirou and was being crushed and squished inside his stomach! Her week was going absolutely shit!
Each punch, kick, flail, and body check was fueled by her anger and frustration. Michiru was the reason she was stuck here. She was an idiot and got herself into a shitty situation, all for Nazuna. Someone who didn’t seem to even care about her anymore.
Michiru’s will to struggle and squirm was waning. She was tired, both physically and emotionally. Her body was weak and starting to tingle, probably on account of the pool of stomach gunk forming under her. She sat still for a moment, pulling her knees to her chest as she somberly collected her thoughts till she spoke up.
“Hey…Shirou?” She prompted, getting no answer, Shirou must have still been too grumpy to respond but she continued. “I’m sorry for arguing with you, you’re right about Nazuna. I think I’m ready to come out.”
Still, she got no response. Provoking the little anger she had left, Michiru lurched her body, trying to get Shirou’s attention enough for him to listen to her heartfelt admission of defeat. Unfortunately, all Michiru earned herself was a low snore. Shirou had fallen asleep.
Panic suddenly flooded Michiru’s system. If Shirou was asleep, there was no way for him to let her out! She was stuck in his stomach!
Michiru’s struggles began anew, flailing and squirming to try and shake the old wolf awake. But with Shirou’s age, came plenty of experience, especially in snuffing out difficult prey. So a little struggle was nothing to him.
Suddenly Michiru was constricted tight, all of Shirou’s stomach pulling tight as a low groan of digestion filled Michiru’s ears. The pressure released to the prior state but Michiru had already been covered in more stomach slime, with the pool below beginning to rise fast.
Attempting to claw at the walls, Michiru only found the unsettling realization that her claws had been dulled both by her own fighting, and the digestive fluid surrounding her.
Michiru still fought, but her energy was draining much too fast. She had already been in here a while, and the heat and stale air were beginning to overwhelm her. Her body was bruised and beaten by the constant contractions.
“Perfect for digestion,” Michiru grimly thought. She could already feel the process.
The puddle that had started under her butt had risen to cover her lap. She could feel the stomach acid going to work on her. Her shorts and panties had been all but melted away, loosely clinging to her. Her body beneath wasn’t fairing much better.
The acids were seeping into her flesh, giving her a constant pins-and-needles sensation. It was breaking her down, softening up her body as it lost its solidity. She was starting to gain the solidity of jelly or very thick syrup.
Michiru’s fight was gone by that point, she could only watch as the acid rose up to cover her thighs, just below her ribs. Tears dripped down her cheeks as the once green pool began to gain a deep brown color, the same as her fur.
Michiru's eyes were heavy and her mind dull. She could feel Shirou digesting her, his stomach pulsing and smooshing her into more manageable chunks.
The pool rose up to her chest. She could feel herself melting in real-time. She was being liquefied and processed into nothing but worthless tanuki slop. To Shirou’s body, she was not the cute, young beastman girl. She was simply nutrients like any other meal, just in need of some reshaping.
Michiru’s mind faded to gray as her head fell back against the stomach wall behind her, wetting down her hair with more slime. Her breaths were long and labored, almost cold in comparison to the overwhelming heat of the gastric organ.
Finally, Michiru fell into a dark sleep, fully with the expectation to never wake up. Her eyes fell closed as she fully went limp.
With even less fight to deal with and the wolf asleep in a deep food coma, Shirou’s stomach continued its work. Michiru was engulfed in the pool of chime that by that point was more melted tanuki than acid. She was treated as any other food. liquified and melted into nutritious chime only vaguely the color she once was. Shirou’s intestines pumped what remained of the tanuki down-down-down into his body to be used. Michiru was afforded no special treatment in Shirou’s body, just worthless food like any other.
 
 
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  Shirou woke up to the smell of old book pages and his own humid breath. Along with the sore pain of a bad case of acid reflux.
  Lifting the book from his snout and rising to a sitting position, Shirou grumbled at the fact he currently had to exist. Looking around he regained a sense of his surroundings. What had happened prior to being on the roof was vague at best. Once you get over a thousand years old, time has a habit of blurring together. Especially after a food coma.
  Where Michiru was, being anyone’s guess in Shirou’s mind. The fight with her could have been a week ago. Or just a dream. That might explain why he couldn’t remember how that event ended.
  Shirou swung his legs off the chair, and slowly lifted himself to his feet, groaning the whole of the way. As the wolf rose, he was witness to a cacophony of groans and sloshing noises coming from his midsection.
  Looking down, Shirou found he had a case of a potbelly. Which would slosh and gurgle with any large movements. Obviously still in the process of digesting his meal. Shirou could live with that. It wasn’t fully out of the ordinary since his weight has a habit to fluctuate over the centuries. What was more out of the ordinary was his rear.
Turning around Shirou quickly found out why his pants were suddenly feeling so tight. What of his pants hadn’t been torn or ripped from the inside was barely containing his thick things and ass.
Pulling up his tail, the old wolf poked and prodded, finding his ass as plush and malleable as you could imagine. It felt warm and squishy, like a jell heating pack. It rippled and flowed under Shirou’s jeans with every poke.
“That’s less than normal,” Shirou commented. Such tender fat in such large amounts more often than not implied he ate another beastman. Putting his hand to his chin, Shirou couldn’t for the life of his remember who exactly he ate.
He wasn’t one to normally indulge in such a last resort option as cannibalism, so if he did, it should have been an event large enough for him to remember. As he thought, his stomach growled again, forcing up a plume of air from inside.
Shirou released a deep belch, both launching his stale stomach air, but also something else. A wad of something else fell to the floor and slowly roll for about half a foot. Bending down in such a way that would most definitely risk destroying what was left of his pants, Shirou retrieved the item.
The old wolf prodded at the odd, damp item between his fingers. It seemed to be a lumped-up ball of fur. Mostly brown with a few strands of blue mixed in. Brown and blue, just like…
That was right when the memory hit him.
“Michiru…” He growled, less panicked and more annoyed sounding. Shirou held his hand to his brow. This was just another headache in the making.
He didn’t mean to digest her. Shirou had the full intention of either letting her out when she relaxed or at least before she got soft. But somehow, that perfect plan went wrong. His first instinct was to blame Michiru herself, and he was gonna stick to that.
Shirou dropped the hairball as his hands fell back to his stomach. He squeezed and poked the pot of chime that was once a tanuki. It sloshed and glorped as was normal for a situation like this, probably still filled with melted Michiru. Squeezing it more Shirou felt the almost euphoric sensation of more nutrient beastman chyme pumping down into his intestines to be absorbed.
Drifting to his ass, Shirou examined that fat that was the rest of what remained of Michiru. His tanuki ward had been reduced to nameless ass fat. Ass fat which had already begun to burst from the containment of his jeans and underwear.
Ruminating on the thought as he poked and examined, Shirou did begin to see some good in their situation. While Michiru was padding his ass and stomach, she definitely was gonna stay out of trouble. And he could count this as her punishment for trying to sneak out and arguing with him. That was a strong positive in Shirou’s book.
Looking down, he spotted a familiar red jacket tossed onto the ground. A few stitches popped as Ogami reached down to grab it. Looking it over a few times, it looked to still be in good shape. It was dry, which meant he likely didn’t eat it, so that was good. This was an important item to Michiru, so Shirou wasn’t exactly in the business of destroying it for no reason.
Which also meant it served as a good reminder. Tying it around his waist, Shirou placed the item as a little reminder to reform the tanuki when he had a moment. He was the Silver Wolf, after all, he was afforded a few luxuries others didn’t. Including giving people second chances… or just being able to eat them another time.
Grabbing his and Michiru’s shoes, Shirou began his way back inside. His mind already getting some interesting ideas as he strode.
“Maybe I should swing by and give Nazuna a visit?” Shirou internally played with. A small smile of mischief crept onto his face, unusual for the grumpy hound. “It would give the girls some good, ‘bonding time’. And keep the little fox out of everyone’s hair.”
Yeah, yeah, Shirou was liking that idea quite a bit now. Michiru was wanting to reconnect with her old friend after all, and Shirou wanted that exact same friend away from causing trouble. So it was practically two birds with one stone. Or a tanuki and fox with one gulp.
“Main course: tanuki tortellini and some fox fritters for dessert,” Shirou thought to himself as he closed the roof door behind himself.