From Treasure Hunter To Treat (Patreon Exclusive)

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You just wanted some treasure, that’s all. And you got more than you bargained for.

You set out for the island by sea, with the only sailor who would even consider going out to the Black Waters. Those were dangerous parts of the ocean, places where men went and never came back. Or so the stories told—and you didn’t believe in stories.

Once you reached the island, the sailor let you off, and told you that if you weren’t back within four hours, he was leaving without you. That was fine—it was more than enough time to get what you came for.

You walked into the jungle and reached into your pocket, pulling out the map: an ancient, worn paper you had found curled up in a book about expeditions. It showed an ancient treasure hidden on the island, and the directions could lead you right to it. Which was just the big break you needed.

You followed the map deep in the jungle, then turned right at the massive tree. Then you stopped next to the mountain, and stomped on the side of it, twice. Lo and behold, just like the map said, a staircase opened up, leading right down to the treasure you were promised.

You practically skipped down the steps, gleeful that it actually worked. You took your flashlight from your pocket and shined it around the place. Right in front of you was a room full of gold and silver, with a pool of water in the middle of it all. It worked.

But then a voice spoke: “Who goes there?”

It echoed throughout the chamber, and you looked around, unable to see where it was coming from. Then the pool began to move, and something stepped out of it.

You mouth went agape. It was an eight-foot tall, anthropomorphic tiger shark, with sharp teeth and clawed hands. He was completely naked, with two massive cocks bobbing between his legs, which you might find appealing if not for the anger on his face. Sure, the map had mentioned a guardian, but you didn’t expect it to be this big!

The shark looked down at you, and smirked. “Ah, another treasure hunter. I was wondering when I would get to feast again.”

Before you could react, he snatched you up from the ground, his hand easily fitting around your waist. You struggled in his grip, but it held firm. You looked into the shark’s sinister eyes, and gulped. “I-I just wanted some money from here, is that so wrong?” you ask.

“Is stealing wrong?” the shark asked.

“Yes, but—”

“Then taking from this place is wrong,” the shark growled. “And wrongdoers must be punished.”

He held you up high in the air, and you wondered if he was going to drop you on the ground, and let your bones shatter on impact. Or maybe he’d drop you in the pool, watch you try to swim for your life. Or--

Oh no. His mouth was opening, wider and wider. You knew where this was going now.

You thrashed about in his hand, trying to escape. “You want me to let go?” the shark asked. “Ok~!” And then he dropped you.

You plummeted in the air for a short moment. Then you landed on a bulky tongue, which slurped you up and pulled your head into the shark’s mouth. “No, no, WAIT!” Too late. The teeth slammed shut, locking you inside the maw. Well, mostly shut—your body was still hanging outside, and was untouched by his sharp incisors. He wanted you alive.

The tongue licked up your face, tasting you delicately. You cringed at the touch, and wanted to swat the tongue away with your hand, but you were afraid of trying to get it inside the mouth—you didn’t want to accidently run into the shark’s teeth.

The tongue finished its sampling of you. It pushed you toward the throat, an ominous hole that led only to darkness. You started to panic. “Please don’t swallow, don’t--mmph!” He gulped you down, and shoved you inside a tight chamber, where you couldn’t move or speak.

From there, the process was fairly quick. The shark slurped you down like a noodle, and sucked you deeper and deeper down his throat. It seemed to never end—until you finally popped into a chamber, one that smelled of rotten fish. His stomach.

Reflexively, you panicked again, but this time, since most of you was in the throat, you couldn’t thrash about. You could only scream and move your head as you were lowered down, down, down, into the depths.

As you sunk deeper into the stomach, you felt your hand touch something . . . aluminum? Then you remembered the guidebook you read before, about how tiger sharks have a tendency to swallow garbage. And you’re going to be placed right in the trash.

The shark sucked on your legs, teasing you, savoring every bit of your skin before he swallowed it down. First your legs were pulled inside, then your knees, until finally, only your ankles were left kicking outside of the guardian’s mouth. He reached out with his tongue and licked your kicking feet, covering them with drool. Then he sucked them inside, removing any semblance of escape, and licked them further, tossing your feet around his mouth: cheek to cheek, side to side. Until he was finally done toying with the last bit of meat, and gulped it down, sending the last piece of you into his stomach.

You were stuffed against the pile of trash, fully inside the shark. All of you overwhelmed his stomach walls and pushed it out, creating a large bulge and making the shark cry out in pleasure. Below you, plastic and aluminum scratched at your skin, and wet paper sunk deeper into digestive juices, reminding you of your fate.

You tried to struggle, but you were stuck in here pretty good—you couldn’t even move your arms from your sides. You shook rapidly, moving your body from side to side as well as you can, praying it’ll give the shark indigestion.

Instead, he said, “Ooo, that feels nice! Keep shaking in there, meat.” You stopped. “Keep shaking, or I’ll digest you now~.” The shark said, his voice dangerously sweet. Terrified, you obeyed, moving back and forth against the constricting stomach walls. “Aw yeah . . . that’s it,” the shark said seductively. Was he getting off on this? “Just like that, you delicious snack.”

You kept moving, wiggling in the tight corridor of his belly, still unable to move your arms or legs very much—you'd slap these stomach walls in anger if you could, but then again, you were too terrified of angering him and digesting. So you obeyed your master.

"Urgh, right there,” the shark muttered. “Keep kneading your shoulder in that spot.” You’re not sure exactly what he’s talking about, but you continued moving like you’re already doing. That seemed to satisfy him, and happy moans left the shark’s mouth.

“Oh yes . . . oh yes . . . oh!” The shark let out a sharp cry, one that can only come from a being who’s climaxed. You imagined his two dicks spraying semen on the floor of the temple, and the shark’s satisfied face after you’ve pleased him. It gave you a relief from your current situation, if only for a moment.

And all too soon, that moment passes. “Alright, snack,” the shark said, yawning. “Looks like my stomach is ready to digest you. Say goodbye!”

The belly gurgled loudly, and you felt the digestive juices rising, going past the trash and stopping right before it hits your skin. “Last words?” the shark asked sweetly.

“Please don’t digest me!” you begged. “I won’t tell come back to place—just let me go!”

“Sorry, no can do,” the shark said. “I’m hungry.”

With that simple statement, the digestive juices rose, and they quickly overtook your fragile body, and made it harder and harder to breathe. You tried to hold it together, to stay awake. But it only took a few more seconds for you to pass out.

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The shark patted his distended belly, letting out a satisfied sigh. He both loathed and hated treasure hunters like this, greedy little fellows they were. But damn, where they always tasty.

He went back into the pool to digest his newest meal, settling down in the water. There was a tunnel below him that led to the ocean, where he usually resided until the alarm was triggered, but right now, he wanted to savor this.

The shark let out a long, loud burp, and sunk deeper into the pool. His stomach grumbled around the treasure hunter, and began breaking down the body.

The good thing about guarding treasure was that there’s /always/ another treasure hunter. He couldn’t wait until his next meal.