Summary: Wolf captures and eats the Star Fox team.
Featuring: M/MMMM, Oral Vore, Unwilling, Imprints On Stomach, Fatal Digestion, Burping Up Skulls
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Wolf O'Donnell had set the perfect trap. And now, finally, he would have the perfect meal.

The Star Wolf leader grinned triumphantly as he looked over his captured prey. The entire Star Fox team was now in his grasp, each member bound up tight in sticky rope (made by Leon) that kept them glued to the ground. Peppy, Falco, Slippy, and (last but not least) the mighty Fox looked Wolf’s way, all of them with a different expression towards the former space pirate (nervousness, indignation, horror, and bravado, in that order).

“I finally did it,” Wolf began, smirking as he came forward, crouching in front of Fox. “The powerful Star Fox fighters, all wrapped up in my trap. . . How does it feel, knowing I’ve won?”

“You /won’t/ win,” Peppy snapped, scowling. “We’ll be out of this soon enough, outlaw.”

“A-Are you sure?” Slippy stammered.

“Shut up!” snapped Falco. “We’ll escape, idiot!”

“Hold on. What’s your endgame here, Wolf?” Fox inquired.

“It’s simple,” Wolf said, standing up and walking away from Fox, stopping in front of Slippy. “Victory, and /food/.”

He acted fast: the former pirate took the anti-stick solution out of his pocket, poured it on Slippy to free the frog, and snatched Star Fox’s mechanic up. Then, he opened his maw, and shoved Slippy inside.

The frog screamed, but quick swallows silenced Wolf’s prey. He sent Slippy into his stomach, watching it expand—soon, his meal was fully in there, blowing up his gurgling belly immensely. Imprints of the frog’s hands and face could be seen from the outside. . .

The Star Fox team watched in stunned horror, all of them completely frozen. Wolf poured the solution on Peppy & Falco, and said, “You’re next.”

He grabbed them and sucked them into his mouth, gulping them down speedily. The rabbit and falcon were powerless to resist, and soon, they too were in his groaning gut, making his belly widen hugely, lengthening past his legs. Their imprints, too, were visible. They squirmed in horror and tried to escape, pushing against the belly walls.

“And don’t think I forgot you,” Wolf purred to Fox. “My main course after all of those appetizers~!”

“P-Please,” the team leader begged, his courage faltering. “Just spit them out and let all of us go. /Please/!”

“No,” the predator replied, pouring the solution on Fox and grabbing his shoulders. “ I’d rather have dinner~!”

With that, he opened his new and forced Fox inside, savoring his rival as a rare treat. He admired the taste of the pilot, lapping up Fox’s face like a lollipop as he teased and prodded the delicious prey. Fox squirmed and tried to take his head out, but before he could, Wolf forced him down with a loud /GULP!/

That sucked the prey deeper in. Fox went down the rival leader’s esophagus, his face squeezed by tight, wet, cramped walls. Smirking, Wolf sucked in more of his delicious meal, sending Fox deeper into his digestive system with each swallow.

Soon, the food reached his stomach, and Fox found himself in a cramped chamber, surrounded by his squirming crew. As the meat was forced inside, it gave Wolf’s belly one more bout of growth. When Fox was all in, the burbling belly was /huge/, twice as long and wide as Wolf was. And the team leader's face pushed against the inside walls, clearly terrified.

“MMMMMM!” the Star Wolf leader exclaimed, licking his chops. “So /delicious/! I can’t wait to see you all on my body. . .”

“What do you mean?” Falco demanded.

“It means that he plans on /digesting/ us!” Peppy exclaimed.

“Y-You can’t be serious!” Slippy screamed.

“Wolf, you better let us out right now!’ Fox shouted.

“Not happening,” the predator told his meal, smirking as he let out an /uuuuuuuuurp!/ “Enjoy becoming fat, Star Fox!”

Acids then rained down from the belly walls, painful digestive juices that made all of the team cry out. They struggled and fought, trying to escape, thrashing desperately in the relentless stomach. Wolf laughed at their efforts, cackling with amusement as he felt them imprinting against his belly in different ways, their fearful faces always the most entertaining of these to him.

The liquids in the gut pooled and rose, slowly eating away at the Star Fox team. Though it didn’t /do/ much physical damage (yet), it still hurt quite a bit, and most importantly, it drained their energy immensely. Slippy, Peppy, Falco, and Fox all felt themselves getting sleepier and sleepier as the belly filled with juices, threatening to overwhelm them completely. . .

And soon, it did just that—because in the end, their resistance was of no use. As the team of heroes breathed their last breaths, Wolf rubbed his gut and burped, saying, “Farewell forever—thanks for coming to dinner, Star Fox!”

None of them had the strength to reply. And soon, all four of them lost all their energy and fell unconscious. Not long after that, the juices rose more, and the food began digesting into chyme.

Wolf smirked and went into his base, going to the sleeping quarters. He stripped down to his boxer briefs to get comfortable, and fell asleep while admiring his big, powerful belly.

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The next day, Wolf woke up and saw his hands were wrapped around on his gut. It was still large, but now his stomach was much smaller— his rivals were almost completely digested. The belly fit between his knees, a round bulge covered in a new layer of fat.

The predator walked up to his mirror, flexing and admiring his new look. “A decisive victory—and a delicious dinner!’ he exclaimed with a cackle. “Excellent.”

Then, and /BUUUUURP/ left his maw, and four skulls came flying out of his mouth, one for each of his prey. Smirking, Wolf said, “Ah, I do love trophies of such tasty feasts!” He picked them up to polish the bones.

And thus, the Star Fox team fell—by becoming food.