Survi-Vore 2

“Welcome back to Survi-Vore. Last time we me our twenty-six brave contestants and divided them into two teams. Some of our contestants showed a bit of disapproval with the idea of being turned into someone’s poo by means of a tour de’ intestines, but after giving our faithful bus a traditional warrior’s send off we managed to convince them to stay. Now with our contestants split up let’s see how they’ll fair when given their first challenge and be forced to send one of their own to their doom. Heh-heh, should be fun. As always I’m your host with the most, Mage the Tormenter. Who will be the first to go and who will be one step closer to the grand prize of five! Million! Dollars!? Find out now on Survi-Vore!”
The twenty six contestants meandered down the paths to the broken down old shacks. Down one trail walked the Borborygmos, the other the Indigestions. Many a glance was shot over the shoulders of the participants; some were picking prey, others wondering who would try to eat them. Mage watched the two teams, inwardly smiling; secure in the knowledge that come the morrow there would be one less guest to keep track of. In the meantime he returned to the lavished house, moving in a nearly mocking contrast to the other guests as he made his way to the regal mansion.
The guests poured into the refurbished slave houses, quickly dispersing their possessions to establish territory. It was brutally apparent the producers spent very little in making the decaying wooden structures livable. Cheep wallpaper was hastily applied to the walls in such a sloppy fashion that they were already beginning to peel. Bulges under the wallpaper suggested the presence of boards lazily nailed over holes or structural weaknesses. Countless bugs scampered out of sight the moment the flickering lights were turned on by the house guests.
The buildings were virtually identical to one another with only minor differences in structural imperfections to tell them apart. There was a commons room, complete with couch, cheep round table, and an old television set that only seemed to pick up channels in a language none of the guests could recognize. A counter separated the commons from what was once a kitchen, though it has since been gutted. Nine sleeping rooms were scattered haphazardly about the building, each with hastily constructed beds, night stands, and military issued foot lockers. The walls of the bedrooms appeared to have been built recently using whatever material that could be found; such as drift wood, bark, Styrofoam, cardboard, and in one case the molted carapace of a very large crustacean. There was also a communal bathroom in each house, though its deplorable condition made it more appealing to use the outhouses installed out back.
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Sam:
These are deplorable conditions they’re having us live in. The sheer number of building codes they are violating is nothing short of staggering.
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Angel:
If they think for one minute that they’re going to make me stay in that dump they’ve got another thing coming to them. I will be sleeping in that big house, mark my words.
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Diamond:
I would say that this place was bad, but I was expecting the worst… and this is pretty much what I was expecting.
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Stank:
I like it here, the place has some real character and charm. Also the smell manages to override mine, which is a plus.
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“Attention houseguests:” Mage announced over the loudspeakers. “Since this is your first night here the produces have decided to not be as evil as theoretically possible, something about not wanting to fulfill an ancient prophecy. So you all have the rest of the day off. Hang out, make friends, just don’t wander out of the houses. The area is full of dangerous nocturnal predators, most of which we imported. Don’t worry, most of them aren’t smart enough to figure out how a door works. Have a good night.” Mage said in a none too reassuring tone. “Oh, and legal is shoving this paper in my face with a very angry look. Well turns out I’m obligated to point out a few things. You lot aren’t allowed to eat each other unless we tell you to. For legal reasons all of you who showed up in nothing but your fur have to put some cloths on. Heh-heh, don’t worry though, we provided a few outfits for you to wear. Oh, and all our visible cameras are in plain sight, so they’re pretty easy to dodge. That and we couldn’t manage to fit those in the bedrooms and bathrooms. That is all.”

The assorted members of Borborygmos waited for the announcement to end before giving each other queer looks. “I don’t like how he said ‘most’ don’t know how to use doors.” Kain said. The Absol was busy trying to salvage what appeared to have been a chair at one point. The dark dog did his best to bend the twisted thing into a useable shape, but quickly abandoned the idea.
“Any who enter here whom I may devour are simply eager sacrifices to my superior might.” One of Cerberus’ head announced as he strolled across the room.
“I’m sure he’s just trying to scare us,” Sparky said as he flopped down onto the couch. “I mean, what kind of feral animal could open a locked door.”
“If I had to guess,” Sam started, taking the other end of the couch, “most would simply break it down. It’s not like this place is a fortress.” These words did not bode well with the Pikachu. “Though the big guy has a point,” she added. “Most wild animals aren’t stupid enough to try and take us with something like him wandering around.”
“Yay!” Misa yelled as she jumped onto the couch next to cat. “Sam is so smart.” The slime girl announced with a curious sort of pride.
“I’m more curious about what sort of cloths they’re bringing over.” Nila said, tugging idly on her collar. “I mean, don’t you all think I look so much better with just this on?” Of course such a loaded question garnered her more attention than she initially wanted.

Meanwhile, over at team Indigestion’s house all of the houseguests were busy hiding from the thing at their front door. “Is it still there?” Lupe whispered from behind the couch.
“I don’t know. Why don’t you go check?” Vile snapped quietly.
ArcKai peeked over the couch at the closed door; his ears perked and attentive, trying desperately to listen for sounds of movement. “Maybe it got bored and went away.” He suggested.
“No,” Diamond rebutted, “that’d be too lucky for us.”
“Well if it really wanted us it would of bust down the door.” Coco pointed out. “I mean the size of those claws.”
“You know what they say about things with big claws.” Stank started.
“This really isn’t the time.” Damien scolded.
The mood was tense, fear filled the air as Roco and Red wandered into the common room. “Hey, what’s going on here?” The capped Eevee asked.
“There’s someone at the door for you.” Vile said plainly.
“Oh, well why didn’t anyone call me?” Red asked as he walked over to the door. Before any of the more benevolent team mates could stop him the little fox Pokemon opened the door, then promptly slammed it shut. Standing on the other side of the flimsy barrier was a massive, hulking crustacean. It was easily nine feet tall, with a hunched back and beady little eyes growing from bizarre stalks. Its claws were freakishly huge, extending all the way to the floor, like titanic hammers of death. All of it stuffed into a formal coat. Red pressed his back against the door in a meager attempt to brace it. “Sweet ass-cracker-monkey-balls what was that!” He cried.
“We don’t know!” Zearo cried back.
“Was that thing dressed like a butler?” Roco asked in confusion.
“What’s with all the yelling?” Bailey asked as she emerged from the back. Apparently she had tried to get some shut eye, but the panic the giant crab was causing was keeping her awake.
“There’s a monster outside!” Red screamed.
“What?” The Bayleef asked as she walked over to the door, casually shoving the Eevee aside with far too much force. The leaf dinosaur Pokemon opened the door without hesitation and smiled. “Ah, about time you got here. That was a bit slow, I figured you would of gotten here hours ago.” She said, taking the bags from the crab. The armored creature stared down at the Pokemon, saying nothing as she gathered up the parcels, not mentioning how he had gotten there on time, or the fact the other house guests were to frightened to get the packages. “Well, thanks I guess.” Bailey said, shutting the door just as the butler began to raise a claw for a tip. Bailey turned around to the sea of shocked faces. “What? Mage said he was sending some clothing over. Couldn’t you tell that was the butler?”

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Bailey:
Okay, seriously, that thing had on a suit. When was the last time you saw a wild animal running around in a suit?
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The Borborygmos watched in mixed amazement and amusement as their delivery girl planted a booted foot on the back of the now bound Cerberus. The Vulpix smacked the monster with a crop while yelling something in a distinctly Slovak language. She looked up at the group, her eyes narrow as she singled out Nila, and Marl. The Vulpix began barking orders to the trio, repeatedly pointing to pair and the box she had brought with her.
Nila tentatively approached the box with Marl. “Part of me hopes it has ropes and cuffs in it.” She teased, giving Marl a flirty wink.
“Oh my.” The Zangoose purred with a flustered blush. “But Ms. Nila we just met.”
“Not to disappoint you two,” Sam interjected, “but it’s probably just the cloths Mage said he was sending over.” Sam was right, the box contained a black tank top, black skirt, black panties with matching bra, gray T-shirt, khaki shorts, a pair of boxers, and a loin cloth.
“That is to say we won’t send over some whips and chains f you ask us nicely.” Mage added over the loudspeaker for the house.
Marl stretched the feminine undergarment between his claws, a blush crossing his face. “Oh my, I think these are awefully small for me.”
Nila snatched the frilly thing out of Marl’s claws. “I’m pretty sure those are for me.” She said.
The delivery Vulpix left the team in peace as the nude players made themselves decent. She had added a few things before she left in a tone that sounded like she was giving a warning, but no one could make heads or tales of what she was saying.

The Indigestions had taken and dived up the clothing brought to them by the mysterious crab butler. Taakuin took the yuppie casual wear shorts and striped polo, Red took a pair of khakis. Dwym took a purple hoodie and matching pants. Vile initially took a loin cloth, but Bailey quickly snatched that from him and gave him a grass skirt. He did not take too kindly to her offer and got into quite the squabble with the other grass type. As their fight drifted off to the back Zearo was left with the last item in the bag; a kilt decorated with a tartan consisting of neo, glow in the dark materials. Stank had offered to trade his pants for the strange article, having taken some sort of shine to it, but the Arcanine refused his offer.
Red and Roco had decided to call it an early night and retired back to the rooms, Dwym and Coco also left for a more private place to talk. The thin walls quickly made it apparent that sleeping was not on the minds of any absent from the main room. Stank, Zearo, and the two Lucarios ArcKai and Lupe decided to take advantage of the round table to play cards. Taakuin watched, though Diamond thought watching weird foreign television would be a better use of his time.
“Well, it seems like those folks took a shine to each other rather quick.” Zearo commented, tossing a card out of his hand.
“I don’t think shine is a strong enough word.” Arc noted, tossing in a few chips.
“Well sure it is,” Stank observed with a smile on his face, “you just got to think like a shoe shine. Only instead of a cloth you’re using your tongue, and instead of a shoe you’re shinging-”
“That’s enough of that.” Diamond called from the couch.
Stank leaned over to a confused looking Arc and whispered, “I was talking about oral s-”
“We get it!” The Latios yelled, upping the volume to drown out the moans coming from the back.
“Yahtzee.” Stank declared abruptly.
The other players gave him a bizarre look. “That’s… not even close to what we’re playing.” Lupe finally said after a long silence.
“I know, I just couldn’t think of the right word to use for ‘I just whopped your butts.’” The Skunk aid as he revealed his winning hand.

Back with the Borborygmos things were not much different. Zu and Kain had gone off to the showers, wanting to get their’s in before the females decided to take a turn. Angelica had taken Nila back to the bedrooms after a brief confrontation in the kitchen, similarly Galen had dragged Murdock away after he tried to look up her dress. Honohi had practically thrown herself at Marl efore he decided it would be best to get away from the camera’s prying eyes.
This left Sparky, Sam, Misa, and Cerberus in the commons. Sparky had taken to seeing what he could find on the TV, which was surprisingly diverse considering it was just local stations. Same whiled away at the hours reading while Misa napped with her head in Sam’s lap. Cerberus was left tied up on the floor, since no one seemed interested enough to bother untying him. “Whoa,” Sparky said as he finally settled on a station.
“Find something good?” Sam asked.
“Yeah,” Sparky said in a dumbfounded voice. “I think I have.”
The cat peaked up from her book and immediately regretted the decision. The images flashing across the screen appeared to be raver Celts in disco tartans going to war under strobe light with glowing swords. “You know,” she started, “ignoring the obvious their sword’s aren’t historically accurate.” Was all she could say.
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Sparky:
Foreign TV is awesome.
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After a moment of reflection, followed by a second spent trying to zone out the screams coming from the back, Sam made an important discovery. “Wait, where’s Sefra?”

Damien looked up at the rusted old showerhead as the water washed over his body. He was contemplating whether or not it was wise to drag Sefra along with him, or about cheese Danishes, the cameras can’t read minds.
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Damien:
I was thinking about Sefra.
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Damien’s introspective on sticky confectionary treats was interrupted when a pair of white hands suddenly grabbed his wrists and pinned him against the wall. “I told you I’d get you for this.” An all too familure voice whispered in his ear.
“But isn’t revenge a dish best served cold?”
“There’s no time like the present foxy.”
“Oh really now?” Damien threw himself back, taking advantage of the sudsy floor. His attacker quickly lost his footing and fell back onto the wet shower floor. The fox quickly took the advantage as he pinned the would be assailant. Damien smiled as he looked down at Sefra’s soaked form. “Now, what are you doing here again?” The vulpine teased.
“Well… I…” Sefra stuttered, trying to find something clever to say with the fox looming over him. However the rabbit was having a hard time finding words as his eyes wandered over Damien’s sleek, slick body.
“Oh I know.” Damien smiled as he leaned in close. “You’re here to give a certain fox a nice midnight snack, how sweet of you.” The fox gently nipped Sefra’s nose as he hooked his arms under the rabbit’s legs.
“O-o-oh my.” The rabbit stammered as he started melting in the fox’s arms.

“So, who do you think will be the first to go?” Kain asked over the sound of the showers.
“P-pardon?” Zu replied.
Kain sighed as he started scrubbing hard on some mystery glob that got stuck in his fun earlier in the day. “The contest. Who do you think will be the first to be voted off.”
“W-well I wouldn’t know anything about that.” Zu muttered, shyly trying to keep to himself in the showers. Even through there was a divider between the two males Zu was still uncomfortable. The fox was not used to being exposed around other males and was not quite sure if he likes it.
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Zu (Rix):
I know damn well who’s going to be the first off if I have any say about it; Cerberus. That overgrown mutt is walking around like he freaking owns the place. Give me five minutes alone with him and I’ll put him in his place.
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“Look,” Kain started figuratively, though Zu looked over his barrier anyway, “if we just run around on our own we’re going to be picked off pretty quick.” He explained. “Stick with me and I’ll make sure you make it to the finals.”
The fox was slightly perturbed about this offer, he had never thought of teaming up with someone, though it did make sense. “O-okay.” He said.
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Kain:
These games are always won by the guy who knows how to play them, and these secret alliances are all just part of the game. I figure I’d get the weakest willed individual on my side first before anyone else does. ‘Cause when it comes down to it, I’d rather be up against a loser like him in the end than some big powerhouse.
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Zu (Rix):
So some dumb-ass want’s me to team up with him? Ha! I’ll let him play with Zu for now, but once he’s lost his value he’s toast. I might even have some fun with him before he goes.
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Zearo folded his hand down on the table, shoving the cards towards the center. “Well, I think I’m done for the night.” The Arcanine said as he pushed away from the rest. “I think I’m going to go take a quick shower before hitting the hay.” He announced, though no one really cared. The fire dog casually strolled over to the Indigestion’s team showers and walked in as if nothing was wrong. This was a perfectly natural thing to do, as he had no inkling as to anything amiss and unquestioningly believed it would be perfectly all right to enter the showers. This of course was to the case as he quickly discovered a very wet, very sticky, and up until that point satisfied Sefra and Damien.
The outer wall of the Indigestions house blew out, along with a very scared Zearo, as Sefra went on a rampage. The terrified fire dog bolted as fast as he could across the lawn, desperately trying to outpace the enraged, and partially, nude rabbit. Sefra would of caught up to Zearo too, had it not been for the rather sudden appearance of the giant crab butler. It came as a shock to Sefra that the crustacean was not only there on the island (having no idea it existed since he was not there to witness its delivery earlier) but it was also quick enough to catch up to him.
The butler stared at Sefra with its beady eyes that rested atop those thin, eerie stalks. It was trying to politely request that Sefra cease his pursuit of Zearo and return to his domicile before one of the imported predators catches his scent. However Sefra interpreted it as a sign that the hulking servant was very hungry, and that Sefra was on the menu. With a scream the rabbit bolted at top speed for the Borborygmos house, bursting through the door and heading straight to bed.

The next day Mage, having had a well night’s sleep, decided to wake up the house guests at roughly five in the morning. After sounding a very harsh alarm that managed to jolt all of the players out of their beds the octopus host got on the loud speaking to address the contestants. “Good morning house guests. I’m glad to see so many of you getting along, seems like a good number of you are quick to make friends.” He teased. “Okay everyone, it’s time for your first challenge, so everyone get up and get ready. I would say take a shower, but thanks to Sefra’s little outburst last night the team Indigestions showers were destroyed. So in the spirit of fairness, and to add some more drama to the mix, we’ve turned off the water to the Borborygmos house until the repairs on the Indigestions house are complete.” He explained with an amused laugh.
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Zu:
I’m really glad I took a shower last night. I don’t like feeling really grungy, and that long trip made us all really sweaty.
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Angelica:
That little shit! He’s going to pay for this.
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Galen:
Oh man, I’m going to smell like last night for a few days.
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Sefra:
Someone walked in on me, he should of known better.
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Stank:
And excuse not to shower? Awesome.
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“Unfortunately for everyone,” Mage continued, “we don’t have any official construction teams, so this might take a while.” The octopus could almost hear the groaning from the main house. “Now everyone report to the main house for your first challenge!”

And so the players from both teams slowly made their way to the main house, very few of them eager to see what sort of horror they would be subjected to. The members of the Indigestions were treated to the surreal sight of the makeshift repair crew. The Vulpix, Eevee, and crab from earlier were all rebuilding the wall with good old fashioned masonry. The Vulpix started yelling something at the Eevee, apparently critiquing her technique. The Eevee did not take to kindly to her associate’s criticism and made her opinion known by throwing a brick at the fire type. Meanwhile the crab reached down to pick up one of the bricks, crushing the thing between its mighty claws. The crab looked down dejectedly at the pulverized remains of the brick, inwardly sighing before trying another brick with similar results.

The two teams wandered into the house and were immediately guided into the dinning room. “Welcome once more to the dinning room.” Mage said as the guests took seats around the impressive table. “Later today one of you will be lucky enough to eat someone else here at the table, and of course one of you will be unlucky enough to go down their gullet.” Already several of the contestants were eyeing each other suspiciously from across the table. “But first you get to taste the wonderful cuisine of our chef Meme.”
Just then a raging fireball erupted from beyond the kitchen doors, causing most of the cast to duck in surprise. A panicked voice wafted out behind it, quickly pleading in an odd oriental language. “Whoa, is she okay?” Lupe asked.
“What is she saying” Seemed to be of greater concern to Damien.
Sam listened for a moment, taking in the curious dialect. “Well, from the sounds of it she’s trying to make amends with her ancestors. Apparently she thinks she upset them with the horrors she created.”
“I don’t think I like the sound of that.” Kain whispered to Zu.
As the teams were distracted with the aftermath of the culinary explosion Mage picked up two parcels and began idly juggling them. “We’ve asked Meme to make you a long list of foreign delicacies. However she has no idea how to make any of them and none of the right ingredients, so this should be predictably awful. Okay house guests here’s how your first challenge breaks down. Two of you are going to be the servers, meaning it will be your job to get the food and bring it to your team. Everyone else, your job is to eat what we bring you. Your meal will be divided into courses, or waves depending on how you look at it. If you throw up, or refuse to eat it then you’re out. The team that makes it through the most courses wins the challenge!” Mage abruptly threw the packages at Sefra and Diamond. “Sefra, Diamond, put these on, you’re our servers.”
Diamond pulled out a suit, the sort of thing you would see on a high class waiter. “Well, at least it wasn’t as bad as what I was expecting.”
“What the hell?” Sefra blurted out as he discovered his outfit. His serving outfit was a bright pink skirt, a white blouse, and a matching white apron. To top it all off there was a folded little cap in the same gaudy shade of pink as the skirt. “No, no way. I refuse. There is no way you’re getting me in this dress.”
“Oh really?” Mage slid over to the white rabbit, a devious smile painted across his face, that is if he could smile. The octopus whispered something in the lapine’s that made his eyes go wide in terror.
A few minutes later Diamond and Sefra emerged from the kitchen dressed in their new outfits and carting two trays filled with unspeakable abominations. “Okay house guests, time to chow down. Now, the producers wanted me to tell you all what you were supposed to be eating,” Mage explained as the two servers placed plates covered in writing tentacles in front of each of their team mates. “However not only do I think it’ll be more fun to let your vast imaginations decide what you’re eating, I also can’t remember what they were supposed to be.”
Both teams suffered heavy losses on the first plate. Kain, Zu, Galen, Murdock, Coco, Arc, Lupe, Damien, Red, Taakuin, Roco, and Vile were all unable to finish their plate. Cerberus was not even able to eat a single wriggling thing, though that was more due to the fact that he was still tied up back at the Borborygmos house. The fire breathers, Angelica, Nila, Honohi, Dwym, and Zearo were able to incinerate their meals, which made them slightly more edible. The strangest sight had to be the two slime creatures Misa and Stank. While one was a solid who was a solid who was able to liquefy and the other was a liquid who could solidify their tactics were very nearly identical: absorb anything that tasted nasty. This bizarre site made both Nila and Bailey loose their appetites.
Things were looking bad for the Indigestions as the second plate was brought out. The plates were covered in a black, lumpy mass that seemed to ooze off the cardboard plates. Marl and Dwym managed to clean their plate with little effort beyond getting the stuff off the plate. Stank and Misa seemed to enjoy it, Honohi went so far as to comment on how delightful the taste was, even if the texture was a little odd. Sparky, Angelica, and Zearo also seemed to have no trouble eating the stuff until Sam tried a bite. Soon after the stuff hit her tongue the color drained from the cat’s face. “Um, can you check to see what this was supposed to be?” The part-time sorceress asked.
Mage, knowing exactly what was happening, checked the list in a painfully slow manner, giving the others pleanty of time to down far more of the stuff than they should have. “Let’s see… we asked Meme to make a chocolate soufflé. Though she doesn’t know what a soufflé is, so she just mixed all the chocolate and chocolate looking things together.”
“That’s what I thought. Pardon me.” Sam politely said before springing from her seat and sprinting for the first aid room. Sparky, Angelica, and Zearo were not far behind her.
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Sam:
Chocolate is highly toxic to cats, dogs, and small rodents. The four of us had to get our stomachs pumped because no one warned about what was in the food. Normally this would be grounds for a lawsuit, but since the contracts were very clear about this sort of thing it’s not like we can do much about it. In fact if I’m not mistaken the exact terms were “Warning, by participating in this event you have a 25 in 26 chance of in failing to perpetuate your continued existence as a mobile, sentient being.”
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The remaining four seemed totally unfazed by the parade of horrors that followed. Boiled reproductive organs, burnt deep fried insects, unidentifiable masses of giblets, various organs prepared in ways that no food should be. Eventually even their iron clad stomachs gave. Around plate number 7 Dwym managed to swallow something his digital body simply could not handle. In the most spectacular fashion the Digimon violently ejected the contents of his stomach onto the table before collapsing to the floor. This left Stank alone against Marl and Misa.
It happened on plate 12. As Sefra was about to pass out the latest dish, a black crusty thing, he lost his footing and slipped on some of Dwym’s vomit that spilled onto the floor. The two courses meant for his team landed on the polished wood. Sefra stood up and brushed the bile on his skirt off before turning to head back to the kitchen for replacement black crusty things. “Oh no.” Mage said. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“To get another batch. Meme made more than enough.” Sefra said as a matter of fact.
“Oh-ho-ho no, that’s not how this game works. They’ve got to eat what you brought them.” The octo-host said, pointing to the now vomit soaked black crusty things.
“But Stank doesn’t have to eat something that bad!” The rabbit protested.
In response Mage leaned in uncomfortably close to the protesting contestant. “And who’s fault is that?” He asked in an overtly smug tone.
Grumbling the rabbit picked up the ‘ruined’ meals and placed them before his team mates, taking care to touch as little of the disgusting things as he could. “Ew,” Misa whined. “They’re covered in puke.”
“And our obliteration strength detergant.” The ’gracious’ host explained. “It’s illegal in about every country that has any environmental laws, since it’s highly toxic to about 99.5% of life. But it gets the floors and just the right balance between shiny and slick. By the way, if your mouth starts to disintegrate you should probably see the nurse.”
Misa took one bite of her meal and instantly threw up, which was a highly unnerving sight considering that, being a slime, Misa could vomit from just about every direction at once. Marl took one look at that sight and set his fork down, pushed his chair away from the table, and walked away. Stank, meanwhile, had not watched the unnatural event and easily downed his totally safe and not at all poisoned black crusty thing, which turned out to have been a fish at one point or another.
“And we have a winner. Ladies and gentlemen behold the champion of bad cuisine: Stank the Skunk!” Mage announced with an overly dynamic arm gesture.
“Wait, we were eating the bad food?” Stank asked abruptly. “I thought this was just breakfast.”
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Stank:
Seriously, I thought I was eating breakfast.
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Mage gave Stank a queer look, an unusual sight indeed considering cephalopod’s inability to emote. “Anyway team Indigestions managed to scrape out a victory in the first challenge, meaning team Borborgymos has to vote off one of their team members in tonight’s menu ceremony. Till then relax, and enjoy your day.”

That night the two teams were assembled to cast their votes; team Borborgymos was herded into the second floor voting room, while the Indigestions were lead into the Dinning Hall. “Okay houseguests, here’s how our voting system works. For team Borborgymos there is a handheld voting device under your seats. It’s a simple touch screen interface, just tap the face of the person you won’t want on your team any more. You each get one vote, and the person with the most votes is stuck in the hot-seat. As for you lucky folks in the Indigestions, simply write down the name of the person you fell is most deserving of the meal on the placemats in front of you. Now for obvious reasons Zearo and Dwym can not be voted on, since they had to get their stomachs pumped. ” The host explained over the intercom. Buttons were pressed, names were scrawled, and one by one the contestants cast their votes.
Mage entered the voting chamber with a dozen small bottles on a platter. “Okay team Borborygmos, judgment time. On this platter here are twelve bottles of Ipecac.”
“What’s Ipa-what’s-it?”Misa blurted out.
“Ipecac, it’s a medicine people used to take to throw up.” Sam explained.
“Oh, I get it.” Sparky said. “Since this is about getting eaten, having a bottle of that stuff would save us.”
“Well, temporarily anyway.” Mage said. “The votes have all been tallied up, and one of you is going to end the day as a pile of poo. Now, as I call your name come up and take a bottle.”
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Sefra:
This is really stupid. I can’t wait for it to be done with.
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Mage pulled out his list and began to read off names. “Sam, Kain, Zu, Marl, Honohi, Misa,”
“Yay!” The cat like slime exclaimed as she snatched up her bottle.
“Murdock, Galen, Nila, Sparky, Cerberus.” Mage looked at the last two contestants, his eyes darting between Angelica and Sefra. Neither of them seemed too concerned that their lives depended on the next named his called, or that one of them was about to end the day as someone’s meal.
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Angelica:
Oh please, like anyone is going to vote for me today.
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Sparky:
I hate to say it, but the looser today is pretty obvious.
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Misa:
I got to eat chocolate cake today. I love chocolate!
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Cerberus:
*Illegible mumblings through the gag.*
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Mage held off from saying the last name, building dramatic tension, even if the two contestants were not. “Angelica.” He finally called out.
“Damn it.” Sefra sighed as his chair dropped out from under him.

Mage walked into the dinning hall to see the Indigestions sitting, well most of them were passed out. “Well it seems like all of you are in high spirits.” Mage said in a sickeningly cheerful tone. A chorus of groans arose from the contestants, though most were from the pain in their stomachs rather than the terribleness of their host’s joke. “Alright, let’s see some votes.” Mage made a clap-like gesture as he wandered over to the first player.
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Arc:
Ugh, I’m too sick to eat.
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Roco:
Well, he deserves it.
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Coco:
It’s only logical that he gets this one.
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Zearo:
Ugh, chocolate bad. Hurgk *Throws up off screen.*
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“Well, well,” Mage said with glee. “It looks like we have a nearly unanimous winner. Congratulations Stank, you’re our first predator.” Mage announced with an elaborate arm gesture. Meme, the serpentine Milotec, emerged from the kitchen with Sefra on a silver platter. The rabbit sat with arms and legs crossed in silent protest. He had no intention of struggling against his fate out of spite for the show.
Stank, on the other hand, was more than eager to ham it up for the cameras. “My, well I’d like to thank the academy.”
‘Funny,” Mage said. “Now eat,” he insisted.
“Well, you heard the man… octopus… thing.” Stank said as he grabbed hold of Sefra’s shoulders. “Down the hatch.” His mouth yawned open, saliva dripping down on Sefra’s face as it was engulfed. The predator wasted no time gulping down his prey, sucking Sefra’s head down into his gullet. The rabbit cringed as the slick walls of the throat rippled, gradually dragging him down towards the odorous gut. He could smell the half digested remains of their putrid breakfast as he was drawn further down the skunk’s esophagus.
Meanwhile the other members of the Indigestions watched as the loser’s body slowly slid into Stank’s mouth. Their eyes followed the bulge made by Sefra’s head as it was dragged down into their champion’s belly. With another set of swift gulps Sefra’s chest and arms were drawn in. The skunk hoisted up the rest of his meal as he tilted his head back, allowing gravity to take control.
Sefra cringed as a wall of foul odors assaulted his nose as his face passed into the half occupied stomach. The sensation of half digested, poorly made food rubbing against his face was not one the rabbit enjoyed. Yet he maintained his silence, holding still as he was consumed by the winner. He made no attempt to even appear as though he resisted his fate. He merely curled up as the rest of his body slowly slid into the tight confines of the fleshy prison.
Once the last of his body was safely tucked away in Stank’s gut Sefra finally spoke up. “Okay, you’ve got your footage, now let me out already.” He demanded.
“Oh no.” Mage said with a cruel chuckle. “Remember when I said you’d get turned into poo? Yeah, I wasn’t kidding about that. You’re going to get digested for the amusement of our viewing audience, they demand a certain level of realism you know.”
“Oh you have got to be kidding me!” The rabbit yelled. “Damn it Stank let me out!” He demanded, kicking the fleshy walls around him.
“Sorry bunny, you heard the man.” Stank said with a shrug.
Sefra paused for a moment before saying; “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“A little,” Stank replied with a notable lack of shame. Sefra was about to make another attempt to talk his way out when it became painfully apparent that Stank’s digestive fluids had risen to a critical level. The rabbit managed to take in a mouthful of foul air before the slime overtook him. He began to thrash and convulse as the corrosive goo started to burn away his fur. Sefra tried to fight the pain, but he cringed as the acid began to eat away at his exposed flesh. The deadly slop flowed in past his teeth, spilling into his mouth and down his throat. The meal desperately clawed at his own neck even as his fingers disintegrated, feverishly trying to get the painful stuff out of his body. It was too late, however, as the burning concoction ate away at his innards, digesting the rabbit from within and without.
The wide eyes of the Indigestions watched as the squirming bulge in Stank’s gut gradually slowed down before finally coming to a stop. It even started to shrink before their very eyes, though at a painfully slow pace. It was now brutally obvious that the Borborygmos were down one member, and they were not getting him back. “Okay Indigestions, you survived the first challenge and one of you got a good meal out of it.”
“Two good meals.” Stank corrected.
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Stank:
What? That stuff was better than what I can cook.
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“Right. Anyway all of you head on home and take a break.” Mage said with a shooing motion. As the members of the team started to leave the host placed a heavy arm on Stank’s shoulder. “Not you fat stuff. Well folks it’s almost time to say good bye, though there’s one last thing to show you on this week’s episode. Just to prove we’re not faking any of these Stank here is going to fill up one of the viewing tubes.”
“I am?”
“Read your contract.” Mage quickly muttered before turning his attention back on the cameras. “For those of you who don’t like that sort of thing we’ll see you next time on Survi-vore! Where another one of our unlucky contestants will take that oh so painful tour de’ digestion and end up like Sefra here. See you then!” The cephalopod waved at the camera, assuming the less freaky of the viewers would be turning out at that point. “Now, for the rest of you freaks let’s take Stank here upstairs and see what he can do.”

Thanks to the magic of editing the next few hours of waiting passed rather quickly. Stank squatted over a hole in the floor, idly waiting for his intestines to finish their job. “Hey,” he called out to the closed door.
“What?” Mage called back.
“Why don’t I get a real toilet for this?”
“Because then the cameras wouldn’t get a good view of things.”
“What cameras?”
“The ones that are required to be there as part of your contracted. Read the fine print, embrace the fine print, make love with the fine print.”
“I hate the fine print.” The skunk mumbled.
“Oh it’s not so bad. This is how the Japanese do things.”
“Well they have a shitty way of doing things then!” The Skunk joked before his belly rumbled. “Oh here we go.” He grunted. Slowly but surly the remains of his larger meal dropped out of him into the glass tube bellow. Bit by bit Sefra’s remains were loaded into the viewing chamber. Bits of white bone stuck out from their brown casing. Stank let out a loud groan as he forced out the last of the rabbit. The lapine skull tumbled down into the chamber bellow, landing neatly atop the smell pile. The screen below the display lit up, reading ‘#1: Sefra Moonblossum.’

“Well folks that does it for this weeks installment of Survi-Vore! If you’ve watched this far that means you are a filthy pervert, or you left you screen on. Either way tune in next week, where another poor fool will end up in the tube next to Sefra’s here. Till then stay hungry!”

Voting time children. For those of you who don't know the drill by now it's pretty simple. Just pick one player from one team to be the pred and one from the other to be prey. Simple as that. Here are our remaining contestants:
Team Borborygmos:
magetorment magetorment's Zu/Rix the three tailed fox.
nila_tala nila_tala's Nila the Vulpix
samanthaweltzin samanthaweltzin's Samantha Weltzin the Cat
fait fait's Galen the Gardeviour
sparky_the_chu sparky_the_chu's Sparky the Pikachu
kureno kureno's Marl the Zangoose
kyuubichaoskitsune kyuubichaoskitsune's Angelica the Ninetales
cerberusthehitman cerberusthehitman's Cerberus
murdockthemoogle murdockthemoogle's Murdock the Moogle
shyguy9 shyguy9's Misa the Slime
Houndoomed's Kain the Absol
And Honohi the Blaziken

Team Indigestions:
redmage89 redmage89's Red the Eevee
taakuin taakuin's Taakun the Buizel
:iconroco:'s Roco the Jolteon
:iconStank:'s Stank the Skunk
:iconshirou14:'s ArcKai the Lucario
:icondamienfox:'s Damien the Fox
:IconZephyrnereus:'s Bailey the Bayleef
:icontderek99:'s Vile the Vileplume
:icondiamonddragon:'s Diamond the Latios
Lupe's Luperios Break
Zearo8's Zearo the Arcanine
Starving Smeargle's Dwym the Dorumon
And Coco the Chocobo

Mmm, yet another vote... *Ruffles mine tails as I hide the slip of paper from view, scribble something, and sneakily slip it into the voting box. If one caught a glimpse, they might have seen something mentioning Marl as a predator, and Coco as prey*

Vaugely implied sex scene FTW! Makes sense. You had ta get all the characters in there, so if it was explicitly stated it would have stolen from everybody elses spotlight. I also loved how he got rather far in the challenge. He has total control over his body, so he can shut down his taste buds and gag reflex, but it seems there are things even he can't stomach! He probably has quite a bit of respect for Stank now ^^

Hmm... Not gonna vote for myself this time because I was the only one who did it and that felt wierd >.>

Im gonna pick... Coco as pred, Angelica as prey. For the heck of it.

Lol that was awesome

I'll go with Coco eatting Angelica

Interesting writing style for this story, I must say.

I dunno anything about most of these characters, so picking purely by species... Taakun as pred and Angelica as prey. Need to cut down on that fox imbalance a bit, methinks. (also, not nearly enough Buizel/Floatzel preds out there)

the story looks awesome so far

and my vote Taakun as pred and Angelica prey

From the looks of things, I have a sneaking suspicion that Angelica isn't going to make it through the next round.

Ah but the voting has just begun. There's still a week left for people to cast their vote.