The recliner groaned under the combined weight of Nommz and his three squirming meals. He could hear the muffled complaints of Indigo within his stomach, and couldn't resist grinning around the poofed up cheetah tail still sticking out of his maw. While Indigo whined about Nommz taking his time swallowing him down, the satisfied dragonmutt casually flipped through the cards of his defeated opponent's deck, having barely had a chance to see them during the game itself. The deck had a few nasty surprises here and there, but Nommz's milling deck had simply sent most of them to the graveyard before they could ever be drawn. A few loud gurgles from his belly drew Nommz's attention. His first meal of the game had been trapped in that fleshy prison for quite a while, and his stomach was obviously ready to start the long process of digestion. Soon those the three struggling furs within him would be nothing more than a nice, thick layer of new fat...

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From a slavestream by the amazing  Nommz ! Darn Nommz won our friendly game of voracious Magic, and gets to sit back and relax in victory. Next time, Nommz, next time!

Part I