In the heart of a mystical forest, there lived a kitsune named Zennethe. With her fiery red hair, three fluffy tails, and eyes the color of amber, she was a captivating sight to behold. Zennethe’s tannish skin complemented her striking features, and she was always seen wearing a black kimono adorned with red trims and a vibrant red sash that billowed gracefully as she moved.
Zennethe was known for her innocent nature and her love for exploring the enchanted woods that surrounded her home. She was curious about the world, always seeking new adventures and the beauty hidden within the depths of the forest. However, her naivety left her vulnerable to those with ill intentions.
Deep within the forest, hidden away from the world, lived an alchemist named Zailla. She was an Oni with a sinister reputation. Unlike Zennethe, Zailla was a master of deception and had a talent for crafting alchemical potions with dark purposes. Her kimono was a masterpiece, adorned with intricate alchemic symbols that shimmered with an eerie glow.
Zailla’s evil plot was a twisted one. She had long coveted the magical essence of the kitsune, believing that it held the key to unlocking unprecedented power for her alchemy. To achieve her dark goals, she hatched a plan to trick the innocent Zennethe.
One sunny morning, while Zennethe was frolicking amidst the blooming cherry blossoms, Zailla approached her with a warm smile that concealed her sinister intent. She offered Zennethe a vial filled with a shimmering liquid, claiming it was a potion to enhance her magical abilities. Naive and trusting, Zennethe accepted the gift and drank it without hesitation.
Instantly, Zennethe began to shrink. Her once majestic form dwindled down to a mere three inches tall. Panic swept over her as she tried to comprehend the sudden change. Before she could react, Zailla’s monstrous hand snatched her up by one of her fluffy tails.
With a malevolent chuckle, Zailla placed the diminutive kitsune inside a crystal bottle. Zennethe gazed out in despair from her glass prison, her amber eyes reflecting the world she had once known. Zailla then sealed the bottle with a magical cork, ensuring that Zennethe couldn’t escape.
As Zailla held the bottle up to examine her catch, she admired Zennethe’s fiery hair and beautiful tails. The kitsune’s appearance was even more striking at such a small size.
“You will make an exquisite familiar,” Zailla remarked with a twisted grin. “I will use your essence to create powerful potions!”
The Oni laughed wickedly as she slipped the bottle into her kimono pocket, the poor kitsune’s efforts to break the glass walls of her prison seemingly in vain.
Over the following days, Zailla attempted to drain Zennethe’s essence to use in her alchemical concoctions. The kitsune fought back with all her might, determined not to fall prey to the Oni’s wicked plans. Zailla’s attempts to weaken the young kitsune failed, and she was forced to return her prisoner to the bottle to regain her strength.
Zennethe soon discovered the true reason for Zailla’s failed attempts. The alchemist’s powers had been growing weaker each time she had attempted to extract the kitsune’s magical essence. In order to complete her experiments, Zailla was stealing power from the spirits that inhabited the forest.
Fueled by anger and a sense of justice, Zennethe’s magic began to grow stronger. She vowed to escape the bottle and put a stop to the Oni’s wicked schemes.
Frustrated by her failures Zailla grabbed the bottle off the shelf and held it over her head. “How can you possibly grow stronger trapped inside a bottle?” She yelled, her face contorted with rage.
Zennethe peered back with a smirk, her amber eyes reflecting her inner resolve.
“I refuse to lose to you, you insolent fox!”
Zailla released the seal on the bottle and reached her hand inside to grab the kitsune. Even with the kitsune’s magical powers she was physically too weak to escape the alchemist’s grip.
Zennethe knew this was her last chance. With every ounce of energy she had, she channeled her powers and bit the alchemist’s hand with her sharp fangs. Zailla yelped and dropped the bottle, but she managed to grab the kitsune by her tails and pull her out.
With a triumphant grin, the Oni raised the kitsune high above her head. She squeezed her tightly, ready to drain her essence at last. The Oni would open her maw as she held the kitsune over it. “If I can’t harness your magic using myou as a magical focus.. I’ll devour you instead tiny kitsune!” She yelled once more, dropping the kitsune into her mouth.
“No! Please! I beg you!” Zennethe cried.
As the kitsune landed on the alchemist’s tongue, her whole body quickly coated in the Oni’s saliva. Just before Zailla could close her mouth, Zennethe summoned her fox fire. A dazzling array of flames ignited in the alchemist’s mouth, but alas the Oni was immune to flames!
“Silly kitsune, you’re just making yourself spicy! I love spicy food heh heh~!” She would tease.
The Oni then proceeded to lick the kitsune, slathering her entire body in her slimy saliva. Her tongue then wrapped around the kitsune, pulling her into the back of her throat. The kitsune tried to struggle, but it was futile. The alchemist’s powerful gullet began to squeeze and pull her further into the Oni’s stomach.
“N-No please don’t do this… I’ll be digested and turned into a useless paste! You can’t…”
“Hahaha, you’re right little kitsune! You’re just a fox and your magic is wasted on you… I’d much rather make you into a tasty snack for a more worthy being! And that happens to be me hehehe~!” The Oni taunted.
Before long, the kitsune had descended into the Oni’s stomach. Zailla could feel the young fox’s presence, but she didn’t care.
“Enjoy your time in there! Hahaha~!”
The kitsune felt the alchemist’s stomach acid begin to seep into her fur. The alchemical properties of the acid had changed, and she could feel the magic draining from her body. In a last ditch attempt to escape, Zennethe used her fox fire to burn her way out. Alas, the alchemist’s stomach was much too strong. It took little time before the kitsune was fully submerged.
As the kitsune lay submerged in the Oni’s stomach, the acid had eaten through her clothing, exposing her soft pink flesh. The fox’s magic would let her resist the Oni’s acids, but she could feel her small form starting to tingle. Her ears filled with the rauious sound of the Oni’s stomach as it gurgled happily. To the Oni’s stomach the kitsune was just another meal.
“Aaaah, that’s much better.”
Zailla patted her belly happily, enjoying the feeling of a full stomach. She had defeated the pesky kitsune, and now she would use the kitsune’s essence to brew the most potent potions she’d ever made!
“Please… let me out!” the kitsune would plead, but alas her small voice was too quiet to escape the fleshy walls of the Oni’s gurgling stomach.
Inside the alchemist’s stomach, the kitsune continued to struggle against the acids. The potent solution had completely dissolved the fox’s clothing, leaving her body naked and vulnerable. Her skin had taken on a squishier texture. Instead of pain the kitsune only felt… sleepy? The Oni’s acids seemed to belting the kitsune let ice cream in hot sun.
As the kitsune began to relax, the acids had finally dissolved her magical defenses. Her soft pink flesh was fully exposed to the Oni’s digestive juices.
“I-It’s so warm and soft…” Zennethe would mutter.
The kitsune would feel her body tingle and her mind fog up. Her arms and legs were melting into mush, and she could feel her foxfire draining from her body. As the kitsune’s body continued to dissolve, she became more and more relaxed.
“A-Aah, this feels good…” she would moan.
With each passing second, the kitsune would melt further and further into a useless, helpless blob. Her once soft and supple skin had melted away, leaving only a gooey slime in its wake. The kitsune’s body no longer resembled anything even remotely resembling a humanoid shape.
“Oh? What’s this?” The Oni would inquire, rubbing her stomach curiously.
“Has my snack digested already~?”
With a sinister smirk, the Oni would push her hands against her stomach, massaging it in an attempt to move the kitsune around inside.
“I feel a squishy, gooey thing in here. Is that you~?”
The kitsune’s soul was conscious despite her new gooey form, alas without a mouth she couldn’t reply. She’d try to form words with her body, but her slime lacked the ability.
“Mmmm~! Yes, you feel so nice and soft and gooey~!” the Oni would coo, her stomach beginning to rumble and gurgle. The sphincter at the deepest depths of the Oni’s stomach would unseal as gravity worked the gooey kitsune into the Oni’s intestines.
“Aaaaah~! This feels amazing~!” the Oni would gasp, feeling the kitsune’s slime ooze into her gut.
“I feel like a brand new woman!”
Zennethe would find herself descending into the alchemist’s bowels. The villi would start draining the kitsune’s magic.
“Aaaaah~” The Oni would moan in ecstasy. “This feels soooo good~!”
With the kitsune’s essence being absorbed, the alchemist’s powers had become exponentially stronger. The Oni would feel her skin glowing with power, and her senses were heightened to never-before-experienced levels.
“This is incredible!” Zailla exclaimed, placing a hand on her stomach and smiling down at it. “Why hadn’t I just eaten you from the start~?!”
With the kitsune’s magic infusing into the Oni’s bloodstream she was suddenly telepathically connected to the kitsune.
“I c-can’t be just some mean Oni’s meal…” Zennethe would think, the Oni picking it up with her newfound telepathy.
“Oh, but you are a kitsune~!” the Oni would tease, patting her stomach as if it were the kitsune’s head. “You’re my tasty little snack that’s being digested and absorbed into me~!”
“No… No!” Zennethe would cry, trying to break free.
“Hehehe, try all you want but your soul is trapped~!” The Oni would taunt, giggling as the kitsune’s resistance proved futile. With each passing moment the Oni’s intestines pushed the gooey sune remains through them.
“You can’t do this!” the kitsune would scream, trying to get a rise out of the alchemist.
“Oh, but I already have~” Zailla would tease.
“But what about my magic?! You can’t do this without the fox’s fire! I can’t lose my powers and become some gooey Oni’s meal!”
“That’s where you’re wrong, little fox~!” the Oni would taunt as she held out a hand and produced her own Foxfire. “I’ve stolen your magic.. and all your powers~!”
The kitsune could see her fiery aura radiating from the Oni’s fingertips.
“You’ve lost, Zennethe. All that’s left is for you to enjoy the feeling of being digested into my gooey meal~!”
“You monster!” the kitsune would yell. “I will find a way to stop you! This isn’t over, Zailla!”
The Oni’s gooey meal would begin to travel towards her bowels, the final section before being ejected out of her body.
“I’m sorry, but no one escapes from my bowels~” the Oni would taunt, her intestines tightening up as they pushed the last of the kitsune’s slime out.
The alchemist would feel her bowels begin to move the kitsune’s gooey form through them.
“Enjoy the ride, little fox~”
Zennethe could feel her gooey remains traveling deeper and deeper into the alchemist’s bowels.
“N-no…”
“Hehehe~” the Oni would laugh, rubbing her stomach with one hand while holding the kitsune’s foxfire with the other.
“Enjoy the ride, little fox~” the alchemist would repeat, a sadistic grin spread across her face.
As the Oni’s bowels pushed the kitsune’s remains through her, the alchemist could feel the kitsune’s gooey form slowly disappearing into her.
“I-I can’t just be some gooey Oni’s snack.. this isn’t how it ends for me!”
The kitsune’s soul would begin to fade away, and she could feel the Oni’s body absorbing her power.
“Hehehe~! Yes you are~!” the alchemist would tease, a twisted smile forming on her lips.
“I’m going to enjoy using your power for my evil deeds~!”
With the Oni’s words ringing in her ears, the kitsune would fade away into nothingness.
The Oni would rub her belly as the last of the kitsune’s essences were absorbed by her.
“Ooooh, that felt soooo good~!” Zailla would groan, feeling her muscles relaxing.
“Now, let’s see what kind of alchemic potions I can make with your powers~!”
Zailla would turn her attention towards her alchemy set and begin brewing the most potent potion she’d ever created.
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The kitsune was no more…~