This one is also graphic and evil and sadistic… and it’s got a picture

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Scott collapsed, his butt hitting the glass hard. But he didn’t notice it. All he could do was look at the blue mutant lounging on the table before him, licking his fingers clean of frosting. There was a slither of motion and Scott saw the tail curl up, the spade rubbing itself against the furry belly. Scott shuddered, shutting his eyes tightly. He heard purring and looked up, right into Kurt’s yellow eyes. He jerked backwards and Kurt chuckled, “Aww. Is Cyclops lonely?” He rolled to his back, licking his lips again as his hand replaced his tail to massage his stomach, muttering, “Well, don’t worry. You’ll join them soon enough.”

Scott sat in the jar, staring at this young man before him who had so casually eaten living, thinking beings and wasn’t at all phased about it. Scott then sniffed and curled up, saying bitterly, “I thought I was your friend, Kurt.”

Kurt immediately rolled over and said with a sincere grin, “You are, Scott! My best friend!”

Scott, a thrill of hope going through him, got to his knees and then stood, pleading, “Then let me go!”

Kurt, still smiling, answered smoothly, “No can do. Firstly, where will you go? Secondly, if animals don’t kill you, you’ll get killed by someone mistaking you for a mouse. And third, even if they didn’t kill you outright and actually listened to what you had to say, I can’t have my little secret getting out.” Kurt got off the table, saying, “So I’m going to kill two birds with one stone. I’ll get a meal, and you’ll be quiet.”

Scott watched him, pleading to the blue-furred back, “Kurt… Please!” Kurt turned back around, and he was holding the knife, the blade speckled with red. Scott recoiled instantly, screaming, “No!”

Kurt seemed surprised at his reaction, but then looked down at his hand and laughed, “Easy! I won’t cut you.” He put the knife in the sink and came back to the table, curling up around the jar.

Scott’s jar was held tightly against Kurt’s gut and Scott could see the fur against the glass. He withdrew as much as he could, asking in terror, “Then what are you going to do with me?”

Kurt purred down at him, “I’m going to be nice and gentle with you.” He then smiled broadly, saying, “I’m going to swallow you whole.”

Scott went stiff and screamed, “WHAT?! NO!”

Kurt smiled reassuringly at him, tail tapping calmly against the tabletop as he purred, “Oh relax. It’ll be nice and smooth and soft. No fangs, no cutting, no blood. And I’ll eat Tums for you beforehand. That way you won’t be burned.” He smiled yet again, keeping his fangs hidden this time, and added with barely suppressed glee, “Plus, I’ll get to feel you move around inside my tummy before you slip into unconsciousness. By the time the Tums wear off and I start digesting, you’ll be long gone.” He licked his lips yet again, clearly expressing his intent to see his threat through.

Scott stared and begged softly, “Kurt…” but there was nothing to say.

Kurt suddenly sat up, reached in the jar, grabbed Scott and lifted him before his golden eyes, purring sternly, “No more talking.” Scott shut his mouth with an audible snap, not knowing what else to do. Kurt smiled at him, and said cheerfully, “Now, good night, and I’ll see you tomorrow okay?” He delicately kissed Scott on each cheek, and then put Scott back into the jar, adding with a chuckle, “For breakfast.”

He got off the table and began to walk off. Scott pressed himself to the glass, begging softly, “But…”

Kurt turned around, hand on the light switch, saying firmly, “Good night, Scott.”

Scott knew he should shout, should scream, should try to convince Kurt otherwise. But he only slumped down, and said weakly, “Good night, Kurt.” Kurt grinned at him and walked out of the kitchen, shutting the light off.

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Scott lay in the darkness for a long time before he finally broke down.

He had failed. He had failed as a leader of the X-Men. He had been responsible for those who had been imprisoned in the jar with him. And where were they now? In Kurt’s stomach! Some leader he was! He’d let his teammates get eaten!

He sobbed harder, feeling the tears slip out from under his visor. He felt disappointed and angry with himself and then reached up, grabbed the glasses and threw them as hard as he could against the wall of his prison, hearing a tinkling as the lenses shattered.

But he didn’t care. It didn’t matter. In a couple of hours, nothing would matter anymore. He couldn’t do anything but cry and hope that it would all end soon and painlessly. He lay down on his side, clutching himself tightly.

He remembered how desperately Kitty had held to him; clinging to what she hoped was safety.

He remembered as Pietro had shouted so defiantly at Kurt; rightfully angry.

He remembered Lance’s sacrifice; his last declare of love for Kitty.

He remembered Logan’s final attack; the Canadian’s proof of being tougher than nails.

He remembered Remy’s pleas; red eyes wide in terror.

Scott curled up tighter, muttering, “I failed them… I failed them all…” Scott curled up as tight as he could, arms crushed tightly to his chest, which quivered with repressed sobs. He continued for about five more minutes before he could control himself. He then let his mind slip into a comforting darkness.

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Scott slept for a long time, his dreams mercifully blank. Finally, though, his green eyes opened and he was startled by the amount of colors he saw. Mostly blue skin and golden eyes. Scott jerked upright and fell over backwards as Kurt laughed, saying, “You’re cute when you sleep.”

Scott’s heart was pounding at the sudden rush of adrenaline, gasping out, “Christ…”

Kurt giggled and sat up. He was in his PJ pants, but no shirt again, bare stomach revealed. Kurt peeked into the jar, saying in surprise, “Hey, you finally took your glasses off!” Scott didn’t answer, shivering as he sat against the glass, trying to push himself through it. Kurt then slid off the table and walked to a cabinet. Scott shut his eyes, and put his face in his hands, sighing deeply, knowing that this was it.

When Kurt giggled, Scott opened his eyes and let out a shrill cry. Kurt was holding up a little bottle of Tums antacid. Scott shuddered as Kurt tipped four into his palm and then popped them into his mouth. He winked at Scott and chewed, tail wrapping around the jar and lifting it into the air. Scott stood up; steadying himself against the glass and watched in horrified fascination as Kurt swallowed. He found it hard to believe that he’d follow the Tums soon.

The blue mutant stuck out his tongue, muttering, “Yuck. Chalky.” He then looked at Scott and purred, “Just one more thing.” He then proceeded to gulp down mouthfuls of air, saying afterwards with a grin, “Don’t want you to suffocate.”

Scott tried again, begging, “Kurt, please… Tell me this is some kind of sick joke or something… Please don’t do this…”

Kurt just made his tail tilt the jar, and Scott slid out onto his warm blue palm. Kurt put the jar down and held Scott at eye-level. Scott was sitting down, leaning backwards on his hands, newly revealed eyes wide in fear, his thin body shaking. He felt the warmth of Kurt’s skin through his shirt, but didn’t find it comforting. In fact, all it did was spark in his mind that it was probably even hotter inside the blue elf. His heart beat faster as he found his gaze drawn down to the blue chest, into which he had already seen his companions disappear. He gulped hard, feeling like his throat had turned to cotton.

Kurt smiled gently at him, saying, “Scott. Get this in your head. You…” He used his tail-tip to poke at Scott’s chest. “Are going in here…” The tail slid down to pat against Kurt’s stomach. Scott blanched, barely listening as the blue teleporter purred, “And that’s that.”

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Scott gulped hard and sat up straight, wanting to beg, but the tail shot up and the tip covered his mouth like a hand, effectively muffling his plea. Kurt then removed the tail-tip, and purred quietly, “Goodbye, Scott Summers.”

Scott was suddenly lifted up as Kurt raised his hand, and then tilted it. Scott rolled to his front and scrabbled blindly at the smooth palm, trying to fight gravity as his feet slid towards Kurt’s open mouth. But he fought in vain, and let out a wail as he slid past the teeth to his hips. They instantly clamped down, but gently, so as not to hurt him.

Scott writhed; legs kicking desperately as he put his hands on the blue lips and tried to push himself free. He felt a weird wet ooze climb over his leg and realized that Kurt had curled his tongue over his lower half. He screamed as he was pulled completely into Kurt’s mouth.

It was hot and wet and mercifully dark. He thrashed wildly in the tight confines of the blue mutant’s maw, his height forcing his legs to curl up uncomfortably.

Suddenly though, he found space and pushed his legs into it, straightening them, sighing in relief. If he kept his legs cramped too long, they would ache something terrible. But then light poured in on him and he blinked, momentarily blinded. But then he froze. He was lying facedown on Kurt’s tongue and he was facing outwards. That meant…

He peered over his shoulder and tried to claw his way forwards, trying to grab hold of the fangs before him, his fear realized. The ‘space’ he had thought he had found was, in fact, Kurt’s throat. But it was too late. Scott’s feet were held tightly in the fleshy confines of the larger mutant’s gullet. He squirmed like a grounded fish, pleading, “Kurt! For God’s sake, let me go!”

But all that happened was the tail-tip slid into Kurt’s mouth. It came and gently lay itself on top of Scott’s shoulders, rubbing soothingly. Scott found his muscles relaxing against his will, legs going slightly limp. Then, swiftly, the tail pushed down on his body and pushed him backwards until his calves and knees slid into the hot esophagus.

Scott moaned in pain a little, his body telling him in no uncertain terms that his knees were not supposed to be trying to bend like that. Scott writhed, moaning, trying to ease the pain, but it was done for him as the tail pushed at him again, shoving him in up to his hips. Scott experienced two things simultaneously. One was a relief that the pain was over. The second was the realization that half his body was in Kurt’s throat.

Scott’s chest was horizontal, but his legs were pointed downwards, wrapped warmly in the slick, stretchy, fleshy tunnel. He let out a howl as the tail withdrew, his last chance of escape slipping out over the wet tongue. Scott wriggled, trying to free himself, going so far as to try clawing at the thick tongue before him, but he was firmly stuck. He looked out, cursing his new colorful vision.

He could easily see the reds and pinks around him, but around him like a fence were the shiny white teeth, the fangs glistening in the light. Past the barrier of enamel daggers, Scott could see the light-orange walls of the kitchen. He could feel saliva building up around him and he grimaced, remembering dentist visits. And sure enough, Kurt tilted his head back and Scott could see the ceiling between the fangs.

Scott tried one more time, pleading shrilly, “Kurt, please! I’m begging you! Please don’t do this! Please! For the love of God, DON’T SWALLOW!”

Kurt swallowed.

The flesh around Scott suddenly compressed and everything became hot and dark and close. He wriggled in a blind panic but then felt something tugging his legs and with a howl, he slid backwards, his whole body slipping deeply into the wet tunnel. But just before he slid down completely, light flooded around him and Scott could easily see his surroundings. But then Kurt swallowed again and Scott was pulled deeper, into darkness. He tried to move, but everything was tight and compressed.

Suddenly, right on his gut, he felt something hard rub against him. He was at a loss as to what it might be when he realized Kurt was probably rubbing his neck, feeling him go down. Fury filled what little part of him that wasn’t fogged by utter terror, and Scott wriggled, trying to hurt the young man that had betrayed his trust so completely.

But the only thing he did was to start Kurt purring; the deep, resonating vibrations rattling the teeth in his skull. Scott heard the muffled sound of Kurt swallowing again and was forced further downwards, feeling the warm tunnel close over his twitching fingers. He was completely enveloped now and he struggled more, not wanting to believe it. He just didn’t want to believe that his teammate, his best friend, Kurt ‘Nightcrawler’ Wagner, had shrunk him and was now in the process of swallowing him alive and whole.

He was forced deeper still and became aware of a loud repetitive thumping near him, the brassness of it drowning out the purring. Scott realized it was Kurt’s heart and he wriggled more, desperately trying to do some kind of damage. However, the hot, slick tunnel wouldn’t allow him the necessary movement and simply moved him further down. The heartbeats faded to a whisper and the purring echoed loudly in his ears again, making him want to scream from annoyance.

Suddenly Scott felt his legs slide into a slightly more open area. He wriggled like crazy, still trying to escape, but was helpless as he was forced to tumble unceremoniously into Kurt’s stomach.

The smell that assaulted his nose was a mixture of Tums and gastric acid, making him want to vomit. Scott scrabbled upright, but immediately fell over, the wet, slick flesh giving him no firm footholds. He lay on the stomach-flesh, panting in terror. The air around him was hot and bitter smelling. There wasn’t a lot of room, and he tried pushing with his legs to increase space. But his shoes slipped on the slimy flesh and he ended up on his back, legs up over his head. He wriggled, trying to right himself, but was stuck.

He could feel the wet slickness of the flesh under him through his shirt and he grimaced at the disgusting feeling and also at the uncomfortable prickling sensation wherever the liquid touched his skin. Scott wriggled, tears of childish frustration flowing down his face as he tried again and again to turn himself upright, each time without success.

The purring was still echoing in his ears, but now he could hear other things. Far above him, he could hear air rushing as Kurt breathed and then there was the heart; the deep thuds echoing dimly through the flesh of Scott’s new prison. Below him, Scott could hear soft gurgles and shivered, realizing that he was bound for there after he was ‘done’ here. With a sudden start, Scott realized that he could hear a soft hissing noise and was horrified to find that his green outer shirt was almost completely gone, digested away from right on him! His shoes were also badly damaged, barely even holding together anymore. Angry again and mostly terrified, he kicked, hard and vicious, but the flesh around him was stretchy, so the kick didn’t do anything constructive.

Scott, trapped in the hot darkness, began to cry.

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Kurt was lying on his back on the table, rubbing his stomach gently, purring from the squirms inside him. He had never swallowed his prey alive before, but now wished he had done it more often. This was awesome! He could feel every move Scott made. He swore he could even feel the expansion and contraction of Scott’s chest as he breathed! Kurt purred as Scott kicked again, tickling him delightfully. He writhed on the tabletop, tail swishing back and forth happily.

He had enjoyed gulping down his friend, though at first he had hesitated. He wasn’t so sure his body could handle such a large ‘mouthful’. But thanks to the fact Scott was so thin, he had slid down easily enough, needing only a couple gulps to help him down into Kurt’s belly. Kurt could still feel him as he squirmed and purred loudly, his chest vibrating like crazy as he expressed his pleasure. Scott’s struggles lasted for nearly ten minutes before they faded into stillness. Kurt was tempted to gulp down more air in order to prolong the experience, but a soft gurgle from inside revealed the truth. He had already worked off the Tums and his body was starting to release digestive acids.

Kurt lay still, massaging his furry stomach as he sighed deeply. He crawled off the table and walking to the counter, got his watch. He put it on and activated it, concealing the blue elf under the guise of a young German.

He went out through the sliding glass doors and lay down on the concrete, soaking up the sunlight as his body began to process his breakfast, one hand rubbing the hidden stomach-fur gently.

FIN

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Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m sick, twisted, cruel, insane, sadistic, and (insert adjective here). Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, hope you liked the story!

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