From Gamer Bros to Gaming Snacks

Gaming buds bet on who gets to be gaming snacks!  This one has a pred turned prey in this one. :3

Slime vore won the poll!  I'll be live-writing that tonight from 8-10PM EST.  Look forward to it!

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 “Hey guys, who’s ready for a great night of /Future Fighter 15/?!”
That was how Melvin greeted his friends when he opened the door.  A goofy grin was on the moose’s face, and his friends—a raccoon named Rem and a yellow goat named Fela—exchanged an excited glance before entering the house.
“I’m hyped for this,” Fela said, his dolphin tail trailing on the floor.  There was a trademark smile on his face.  “I’ve heard the graphics are /amazing/.  And there are so many cool new fighting techniques now!”
“Yeah, I’ve heard that too!” Rem chimed in.  “Aw man, this is gonna be rad!”
“Good thing I managed to pre-order a copy for my Switch,” Melvin teased, leading the two down to his basement.  “You’re welcome, guys!”
“Yeah, yeah, thanks Melvin,” Rem said, laughing.  He held up the grocery bag in his hand.  “I brought a six-pack of Coca Cola!  Figured we’d need some caffeine since we’re going to stay up playing.”
“And I brought some cream soda!” Fela chimed in, holding up his package.
Melvin groaned.  At that moment, they reached the stairs to the basement, and he led them down.  “Guys, I told you to bring /snacks/, not drinks, remember?  I just ran out of chips the other day at the big game!”
“Oh, sorry,” Rem said, shrugging.  “Well, I’m sure we won’t get too hungry anyway.”
“Plus caffeine staves off hunger anyway!” added Fela.  “We’ll probably be ok, right guys.”
“I guess. . .” Melvin said.  He sighed.  “Whatever.  Maybe I’ll call something in for us later.”
“Oh, that sounds nice!” Rem exclaimed.  “I’ll pitch in if we do that, of course.”
“Me too!” Fela said.
At that moment, they reached the bottom of the stairs, and both Rem and Fela’s mouths dropped open.  “Whoa!” Rem exclaimed, walking inside the room.  “You’ve really changed up the place.  It looks great!”
The basement had truly been converted into a gamer’s haven.  Posters and pictures lined the walls, and the floor was covered in various types of chairs, from beanbags to recliners.  All of Melvin’s games were organized in multiple shelves, sorted by title and then by console, as he had a lot of older ones that he was proud of.  Next to the shelves was a mini-fridge, no doubt loaded up with energy drinks for those late gaming nights.  And at the back wall, the shrine of it all, was the television: it had multiple consoles plugged into the HDMI ports and outlets, and had more than enough controllers for everyone.
“Alright!” Fela cheered.  “This looks awesome.”
“Thanks.”  Melvin smiled.  “Figured this place could use a bit of an improvement.  So I remodeled—and just in time for /Future Fighter 15/ night!”
All the guys cheered, and Melvin walked over to the chairs in front of the TV.  Each of the friends took a beanbag, then the moose switched his television on, and revealed the glory of /Future Fighter 15/.
They all took a moment to just stare at the title screen.  /Future Fighter/ was a well-known sci-fi fighting series, and this was its 25 year anniversary game—so the title screen showed off quite a bit of those 25 years.  There were old characters (like Miss. Katana, Roger Iron, and Delvin Jack) who were upgraded from their 16-bit origins to modern-day models, and they looked excellent.  Stages from the first game (like Greensbuild Park, Iron’s Junkyard, The Mad Laboratory) were also remastered in this game, showing off beautiful textures and colors.  Of course, there was new content in this modern game, but overall, it was a celebration of the series as a whole, showing just how far /Future Fighter/ had come since its origins in 1985.
“Alright,” Melvin said, picking up a controller.  “You guys ready?  I’m gonna kick your asses!”
“I’ll play first!” Rem said quickly, grabbing the other controller.
“Aw, ok!” Fela said cheerfully.  “I’ll watch then, and play winner!”
Melvin selected /Two Player Versus/, and were taken to the player select screen.  He choose Roger Iron (who was, in his opinion, the best in terms of stats, at least in other games in the series), and Rem choose Timothy Tiger (the smallest, most agile character).  Then they fought.
Fela watched in awe as the two squared off, dodging and giving blows equally, dancing across the screen as they both tried to win.  But eventually, Melvin was the victor, getting in the final blow /just/ before Rem could strike.
“Aw man!” Rem said, grinning.  “You got me.”
“Darn right,” Melvin teased.  “Come on Fela, you’re up.  Think you can beat me?”
“We’ll see!” Fela said cheerfully.
And so the three gamers squared off, facing each other and going through the roster of characters as they did so.  As the one who had played the most /Future Fighter/ games, Melvin had the clear advantage, but Rem and Fela fared alright against him, winning about as many games as they lost.  Soon enough, an hour had passed, and they were still going.
“How about this?” Rem asked as he faced Melvin, downing a soda as he pressed Start.  “I’ll bet you 25 dollars that I win this one.  Best out of three.  What do you say?”
“Oh, that’s funny,” Melvin said, his stomach growling.  “Because I had a different bet in mind. . .”
The raccoon paused the game with a confident smirk.  “Name it,” he said.
The moose grinned, looking from Fela to Rem.  “Well, I figured since you guys didn’t bring snacks, perhaps we can bet who /becomes/ tonight’s snacks.”
The goat and raccoon froze for a minute.  “Really?” Fela finally asked.
“Well, you’re the ones who didn’t bring food,” Melvin said innocently.  “And I /know/ both of you have to be as hungry as me—so a simple order out isn’t going to cut it.”
Rem and Fela exchanged a glance.  The raccoon was drooling, while the goat looked a little unsure.  “You’re on,” Rem said, grin at Melvin.  “I’m gonna have gourmet moose tonight, baby!”
“Fela, what do you think?” Melvin said, smiling at his friend.  In his mind, he was picturing Fela on a nice platter, covered in chocolate sauce and lowered into his hungry maw. . .
The goat thought for another moment, and finally, he nodded.  “Ok!” he said, giving the others a smile.  “What could go wrong?  I’m sure I won’t lose.”
“Alright.”  Melvin turned to Rem.  “Ready to see who eats who?”
“Heck yeah!” Rem exclaimed.  “Let’s go!”
He unpaused, and after a countdown, the fight began.
Melvin was playing as Trickster Tamara, a magician-themed character with really good I-frames.  Rem was playing as Timothy Tiger again, since he loved the agility of the character.  Skill-wise, both were about the same—it would be up to the people playing them to make their abilities work.
Melvin wasted no time: the moose immediately came in for an attack, warping across the screen and throwing a punch.  Rem managed to dodge, but an unexpected kick from Tamara sent him flying.  Rem got up just in time to block another kick, and threw a punch of his own.  Tamara warped backwards, then plowed forwards and hit Rem square in the face.  Before the raccoon could recover, Tamara was pummeling him again, and Game 1 was over.
“Good thing this is best out of three,” Melvin teased Rem, licking his lips.
“Whatever.  I’m going to kick your ass!” Rem exclaimed, grinning.
Unfortunately, he did not kick Melvin’s ass.  The next game didn’t go much better than the last, with Melvin practically wiping the floor with his friend, and before long, the moose was the victor once again.
“Mmmm,” Melvin said, drooling now.  “No gourmet moose for you.  Looks like /I’m/ having gourmet raccoon.”
“Easy now,” Rem said, looking nervous.  “A-Are you sure you want to eat me?  Maybe we can work something else out.”
“Uh-uh,” the moose said, walking over to his mini-fridge.  “You’re my food now, Rem.  And I don’t consider the opinions of food.”
He opened the fridge, and pulled out a bottle of ketchup.  “Lie down on the ground,” Melvin ordered his meal, pointing at an empty space.  “I’m going to have fun with this.”
Rem obeyed, giving Fela a glance as he went to the ground, lying belly-up.  In all honesty, though part of him didn’t want to be food, another part couldn’t wait to get into Melvin’s hot, churning stomach. . . It excited him more than he was willing at admit.
The moose walked over Rem, and opened the ketchup bottle.  Before the raccoon knew it, he was being squirted with the stuff, with the thick, red liquid splashing on his neck and going down his chest, to his belly, and ending at his legs.  “I have a feeling that’ll compliment your flavor,” Melvin explained, putting the ketchup bottle back.  “And I have good instincts when it comes to food.”
There was that word again, /food/.  Rem shivered in delight at being called that.  He squirmed, anticipating being in Melvin’s stomach all the more.  The moose smiled, and crouched in front of his feet.
“Nervous?” he asked his meal, licking the raccoon’s toes.  “Don’t be.  I’m going to take good care of you.”
Melvin leaned forward, and chomped down on Rem’s feet, tasting his friend’s flesh.  The raccoon had a dense, meaty flavor that made him moan in delight, and he swallowed down the feet, eager for more.  It had begun.
Rem cried out as the first swallow dragged him forward.  He could hear his heart beating now, and he looked forward, staring at his body entering Melvin’s mouth—it was unbelievable.  He was food now, nothing more than a gaming snack.  That was all he ever was. . .
Melvin slurped in the raccoon’s legs, making his way up to Rem’s knees.  Fuck, that flavor was amazing—he needed more, immediately.  He swallowed down the knees and stuffed Rem’s legs into his maw, ignoring his friend’s dick.  Before long, he reached Rem’s hips.
Both he and Rem felt the moment the raccoon’s legs entered the stomach: one minute, his legs were surrounded by a cramped, tight throat; the next, they popped into an open space, which growled loud enough for everybody to hear.  Melvin smiled around his food, and gave Fela a glance.  If all went as planned, the goat would be stuffed in there soon, too.
Rem stared as Melvin swallowed up his hips, tasting the ketchup that was on his body.  The moose was clearly enjoying it, and a happy moan escaped his mouth—then he sped up, swallowing even faster now!  The raccoon barely had a moment to breathe before Melvin slurped in his belly, then his chest, and only his head was left to swallow!  He could feel his body emptying into the moose’s stomach, crowding the space—it was going to be tight by the time all of him was inside, wasn’t it?
Melvin smiled down victoriously at his meal, relishing the last bite.  The ketchup had went so well with the raccoon—he just /had/ to swallow him all up!  Shame it had to end, but all good food had to go down eventually.  He finally sucked Rem’s head, lapping up the ketchup-covered face.
Rem was thrust into a dark, clammy space, a tongue assaulting his face and licking up all the ketchup that was squirted onto it.  He wasn’t savored for long, however—a moment later a /gulp/ sent him into a tight throat, surrounded by pulsing walls, and he began his descent into the stomach.
Melvin smiled, watching his throat bulge out for the last time as Rem traveled to his gut.  “See that?” he asked, turning to Fela.  “That’ll be you in juuuuust a second.”  He let out a /buuurp/ just as the raccoon landed in his belly, swelling it out for the last time.  “Ahh, that hit the spot!”
Rem splashed into the moose’s stomach, his body forced to curl into a tight ball in the small space.  He could feel juices dripping from the walls, and said, “How long is digestion going to take in here?”  He shivered at the liquids, which splashed relentlessly on his fur, not letting up for even a second.
“Now,” Melvin said, patting his distended belly, “shall we start our game?”
Fela nodded nervously, and picked up the controller.  The two selected their characters—Melvin chose Trickster Tamara again, and Fela chose Giant George, a character whose attacks were slow, but powerful if done right.  Then, the fight began.
Melvin was on the offensive from the start—he threw a series of magic cards at Fela, who managed to shield himself just in time.  As Melvin approached for a roundhouse kick, the goat got an attack ready, and right before Melvin could strike, Fela struck first, throwing a powerful punch right at his face.  It met its target, and Melvin was momentarily stunned—Fela used that moment to shoot a fireball from his hands, and incinerate his opponent.  Melvin could move now, but he didn’t have time to react before Fela kicked him hard, and drained the last of his health.
Melvin glanced nervously at Fela, who was grinning wildly.  Was the goat drooling now?  “L-Lucky shot,” the moose said nervously.  “Let’s go again.  It’s two out of three, after all!”
In the next game, Fela went for a strong attack right away, but this time, Melvin was prepared.  He blocked, and threw a kick in the goat’s direction—Fela managed to block, but another quick shot from Melvin took out some of his health.  This was going to be a tense game.
Melvin jumped back, and threw magic cards at Fela, who got hit by a few before he managed to block.  The goat jumped over the remainder of them, and came down in a smash attack.  The impact damaged Melvin and knocked him back, and before he could recover, Fela was pummeling him with a series of punches.  Before the moose knew it, it was game over.
“Looks like I won!” Fela said cheerfully, turning to Melvin with a smile.  “And now for my prize. . .”
Melvin thought about protesting, but he knew it wouldn’t do him any good.  “Guess I’m your dinner,” he said, defeated.  “So, you gonna have me with toppings, or. . .?”
“Nah, I like my food’s natural flavor best,” the goat replied, licking his lips.  “Lie down now.  Don’t resist, my /meal/.”
Melvin sighed, and then obeyed, getting down on the floor with his huge, inflated belly facing down, squishing Rem inside.  To his surprise, Fela walked over to his head and bent down, getting slobber all over him—so he wasn’t going to start feet first.
“See ya,” Fela said simply.  Then he began his feast.
The goat chomped down on Melvin’s head, and the moose was suddenly surrounded by wet darkness, licked and tasted by an eager tongue.  An “Mmmm!” echoed around the space, reverberating on Melvin’s skin, and one /gulp/ later, he was inside the throat, unable to move his head.  His life as food had officially begun.
Fela was a fast eater, and chomped his way up Melvin’s neck, reaching his large belly in a matter of seconds.  That’s when Melvin popped into the goat’s stomach, which rumbled eagerly, greeting its newest meal. . .
Fela licked the big belly bulge, and then opened his mouth as wide as he could.  Then he sucked Melvin’s stomach into his mouth, jostling Rem inside—the raccoon wasn’t fully sure what was going on, but he had a sinking suspicion.  Fela managed to swallow down the enormous gut, and send it down his throat.  Now only the legs were left.
Melvin was curled up in the goat’s stomach, defeated, knowing soon enough his large stomach would restrain his moments.  A swallow later, it joined him inside, squishing him against Fela’s belly walls.  Then another gulp, and his legs slid down the throat.  It was done.
Rem the squeezing and sliding, and now realize Melvin had been eaten.  So he would digest in the moose’s stomach, and Melvin would digest in Fela’s stomach.  What a fate. . .
“Wow, you were super tasty!” Fela said cheerfully, patting his humongous belly.  “I wish I could eat you again, but food isn’t meant to be swallowed twice.”  He smiled sadly.  “Guess I’ll play some more /Future Fighter/ while you digest!”
Melvin heard those words, and his heart sunk even deeper.  He had wanted to devour his delicious friends, make them gaming snacks, but he ended up devoured instead.  And the stomach walls were starting to react to his presence, dripping with ooze. . .
Inside Melvin’s stomach, Rem’s time was almost up.  The stomach liquids left him submerged with goo and fluids, making for a very sloshy belly and a very unpleasant experience for him, its food.  The belly’s acids were eating him alive, pressing insistently against his skin and slowly tearing his fur away.  The raccoon was nearly bald now, and the liquids still weren’t done with their work.  He let out a sigh of contentment as another round of stomach ooze poured from the wall, making the liquids come up to his neck now.  The belly groaned and growled around him, squeezing against his flesh, and Rem cringed at the feeling.  Even though this was a bit painful, he had always wanted to be food—and he smiled, pleased.
Meanwhile, Melvin felt the opposite.  He tried to resist his fate, squirming around the belly as stomach acid dripped down on him, relentless.  He didn’t want to be food—he was a predator, not prey!  But now he had been reduced to a meal, and the stomach squished inward, pressing against its catch.  His skin burned as more ooze rained down, sloshing around the stomach.  Soon, he’d be nothing but mush.
Fela felt all this, and let out a burp.  “Delicious,” the goat said, playing single-player /Future Fighter/.  “Thanks for the gaming snacks.”