Regus Has A Slick Snack: COMPLETE

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“You have some explaining to do,” Regus growled.  “Speak, traitor.”
Slick gulped.  “W-Well, master,” he began, trembling before the panther man, “I certainly didn’t /mean/ to betray you, I was just—”
“Just screwing me over by trying to turn me in to the Galactic Alliance?!” screamed Regus.  “Good thing Leech discovered your pathetic attempt to switch sides.  But I’m not through with you yet.”
“Oh?” the lizard asked nervously.
“No.  For you see, I am very hungry,” Regus said, grabbing Slick by the shoulders.  “And I need a meal. . .”
Slick knew exactly what this meant.  “No, master, please!” he begged, trying to wrench himself out of Regus’s strong grip.  “I-I won’t betray you ever again, just don’t eat me!”
“Too late,” purred the panther man.  “You’re just dinner now.”
With that, Regus opened his maw wide, and Slick was forced to stare straight inside.  Sharp teeth greeted him, dripping with drool and surrounding a saliva-covered tongue.  And behind that tongue loomed Regus’s throat, which led to. . .!
Slick screamed and tried once more to escape this situation.  But before he could move, the panther man clamped his jaw around the lizard’s head, and the feasting begun.
Slick whimpered as the mouth surrounded him.  He tried to pull his head back out, but Regus sealed his lips around Slick’s neck—the lizard was trapped!  And so he was helpless as the tongue came to life, and lapped up his face, slapping against his head as it tasted every inch of him.  “Mmmm,” Regus said, his words echoing around the closed maw.  “You have a great flavor, minion.”  Slick gulped—that wasn’t good.  That meant his former master was probably going to—!
/Glllk!/  The panther man gulped down his prey, sending Slick’s head down to his throat, where it was squeezed on all sides by the esophagus.  Once again, the lizard tried to lift his head out, but the throat’s grip on him was much too tight for him to move.  He could barely even breathe in here, much less escape this situation.  He was truly stuck. . .
Regus laughed at his former minion’s pathetic attempts to escape.  “Fool,” he snarled.  “I have you now.  You’re not getting away from me that easily.”
He sucked in more and more of Slick’s delicious body.  The neck went down his throat first, then the lizard’s shoulders, then the chest and arms,.  All the while Slick was helplessly sent further down that throat, unable to stop or slow his descent into Regus’s digestive system.  And when the panther man reached Slick’s midsection, the lizard reached his destination.
His head popped out of the throat, and landed in a more open space.  At first, Slick breathed out a sigh of relief—not having his head constantly squeezed did feel nice.  But then, he heard the grunts and growls around him, and the smell of acid hit his nose.  Oh no.  He was. . .!
“HELP!” the lizard screamed, fighting and thrashing as best he could.  “I’m in the stomach!  Somebody help me, please!”
Regus cackled.  “Nobody is going to help you now, fool!” he crowed triumphantly.  “You’re nothing but my food—better get used to your new place in life.  Now, down the hatch~!”
Slick was forced further into the belly as the panther man swallowed him.  He was lowered down toward the bottom of the gut, which greeted him with a groan, then curled upwards as more of his body was forced into the new space.  Up above, he could feel Regus eating his legs, and he gulped—Regus was almost done eating him!  Was there truly no way out of this?
Meanwhile, the panther man took his sweet time eating Slick’s legs, savoring every bite of this delicious snack.  He lapped up the lizard’s thighs, then made his way down to the calves, and just like that, only Slick’s feet were left to eat.
Below, the lizard was all curled up in the belly—if this were any other situation, he might’ve considered it cozy, but this was different.  He felt Regus teasing his feet and gulped.  “Please, don’t swallow, master!” he shouted.  “I’ll do anything!”
“Anything?” the panther man asked, stopping his licks.
Slick’s heart filled with joy.  “Yes, anything!”
Regus smirked.  “If you’ll really do anything, then sit still and calm down like a good meal.”  And with that, he sucked in the lizard’s feet, and sent them down toward his hungry gut.
Soon, all of Slick was curled up inside the belly, forced in the fetal position thanks to the small space.  The lizard whimpered and hugged himself.  This was his new home now.  What would happen next?
Regus let out a /buuuuurp/ and sat down on his throne, smirking.  “Mmm, you were a delight to eat, Slick,” he purred, slapping his stomach and jostling its occupant.  “Traitors always taste the best.”
Slick gulped.  What was going to happen to him in here?
His question was answered when fluid started to leak out of the walls of the belly, pooling at the bottom and covering the lizard’s feet.  It made his skin feel tingly and weird . . . oh no.  Was he going to. . .?!
“HELP!” Slick shouted again, bringing up his hands and banging them against the stomach walls, hoping it would give Regus indigestion.  “I’M BEING DIGESTED!”
The panther man laughed and slapped his stomach again, which splashed the liquid onto Slick’s body.  “Why, of course you are,” he teased his prey.  “You’re food, and food digests.  Now relax and settle in, my little traitor.  Because my gut is a relentless ecosystem, and you’ll want to save your energy.
“Oh, and thanks for punching the walls—makes for a great interior massage~!”
Slick gulped.  Was there really no way out of this?  Maybe if he sat still and didn’t move, the belly wouldn’t react to his presence—
Regus’s gut responded by squeezing inward, squishing the poor lizard and rubbing stomach fluids all over him.  By the time the stomach let go of him, his whole body was tingling all over, but his feet, which were still submerged in the liquid, had it the worst.  They were tingling like crazy, but at least it was just them—
He spoke too soon.  More fluid poured from the sides of the belly and landed on the ground, filling up the space.  It didn’t stop until it had reached Slick’s hips, making everything below there tingle.  “Please!” the lizard begged.  “Master, I’ll do anything; just don’t digest me!”
“So desperate,” teased Regus.  “Let me think about it for a moment. . .”  The stomach squeezed in again, pressing around Slick and making him cry out in pain.  “. . . Nah.  I want food right now, so food you will be.  Plus, if I let you go, there’s a good chance you’ll just betray me again.”
“I won’t!” screamed Slick.  He was starting to feel woozy. . .  “Please, master!  Have mercy!”
“Mercy is something I do not have,” replied the panther man, laughing.  “Sorry, but you’re just my meal now.  Get used to it.”
The belly filled up with more liquid, going up to the lizard’s neck this time.  His whole body was tingling, and he could practically feel it breaking down.  Plus, the wooziness was taking him over.  This was it.
Slick passed out inside the stomach, and digestion truly began.
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“Aw, passing out so soon?” Regus asked, laughing.  “Such a shame.  You were very fun to play with, Slick.”
He called the rest of his minions into the throne room.  As they piled in, many could notice the panther man’s obvious vore belly and started murmuring about it amongst themselves.  When everyone arrived, Regus began.
He stood up from his throne.  “Slick is no longer with us,” he said, slapping his stomach, which was growling so loud people in the back row could hear it.  “The traitor has become my meal.  Know that if you ever betray me or your comrades, a similar fate befalls you.”
The panther man licked his lips.  “And I am more than happy to eat you.  You are dismissed.”
He watched the minions go, taking care to look at their faces for any signs of distrust or disapproval.  That’s when he noticed the look in Sakura’s eyes.  She had been hesitant and slow ever since Devin’s death by the vacuum—perhaps she was a threat that needed to be taken care of?
Regus sat down on his throne, and pondered what he needed to do next.