Don't quite like how this one came out but they can't all be winners. Mostly did this to accompany the vignette below:

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Gllllk. The sound echoed off the walls of the chamber as with a loud, wet swallow, the last bulge in the predator’s jaws vanished. The wriggling lump first went down his neck, its movement traced by a thick, clawed digit as it vanished into the beast’s sternum, only to be followed by a sudden swelling of the fat, round middle below. The creature’s rolls were so thick that the movement was greatly obscured, though one could make out the slightest jerks and vain attempts at escape from within.

“Ahhh…” The hyena gave his paunch a pat, snickering to himself as he took in his prey’s foolish resistance with those piercing, golden eyes of his. His other paw reached up, idly stroking along the goatee below his chin. “Mmm… which species was that, again?”

“Porcupine, Your Majesty.” A meek, malnourished owl replied from within his tattered robes, a stark contrast to the clearly well-fed hyena sitting on the throne.

“I see. Make sure I get a few more of those in the next tribute… it’s a welcome difference from the usual avian fare I get.” He called himself Vaica, but the many terrified people of his world simply called him the King of the Southern Desert. Standing at 8 feet, with muscular bulk on his limbs and a generous doughgut in his middle, he certainly had the physique of a king. While his subjects regularly struggled with starvation, he remained as plump and nourished as ever, dining on the finest foods from every corner of the world… which very frequently included the sentient variety. Countless souls had been lost to his appetite, being reduced to nothing but a little extra weight on his frame.

With a wave of one of those thick paws of his, his servant left, the tyrant free to process his meal in peace. Reaching his hands down, Vaica grabbed ahold of his stomach, teasingly pushing and pulling at his gut as if to taunt his prey, whose incessant kicks and punches could only make him growl with delight, his sharp teeth clearly visible through his sadistic smile. His fat, gold-colored tongue dragged lazily along his lips, the hyena audibly swallowing a lump of saliva as he savored the lingering taste of his meal. Oh, and how much he enjoyed the porcupine’s spines (having lost their rigidity in the face of his saliva soaking them) poking and prodding at the walls of his stomach, giving him a sensation more like spicy food than anything else.

He noted the porcupine’s increased determination to escape as his stomach began to more audibly gurgle, the slimy walls starting to knead and churn the poor victim as it prepared to do to him what it did to any other morsel. “A most noble effort… but I’m afraid you’ll have just as much success as the last… admittedly I’ve lost count, to try.”

His jaws parted much farther than an ordinary person’s would, his gut shrinking inward as he released a deep, moist “Burrrrrrrraaaaaap!” that loudly reverberated off the ornate pillars all around, a few stray spines emerging from the deep, golden flesh of his gullet as his uvula vibrated back into its usual position. Reaching into his maw to grab a quill that had become stuck in his teeth, he observed it with a chuckle, giving his now-still stomach a chuckle as it released a deep, lurid gurgle.

“Which is to say… none.”