This was very fun to write! I honestly...want to do a follow up given how well this went. but hopefully the commissioner enjoys the work.

Daichi belongs to  ericstripe

All character's belong to him.

Story written by me =3

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The hopeful Apprentice


Within the halls of small dojo in the outskirts of town, Daichi, a white and black scaled anthro Raptor was pacing back and forth. He wore a long sleeveless coat, the sleeves appearing to have been torn off at the seams. Blue Jeans hung just underneath his pot belly, growling with anticipation for the moments to come. He held a Blade at his hip which looked jagged edged in design, except they were outside in, rather than the norm with flat edges on the outer part of the blade, giving it the appearance as if the sword was grinning at everyone in the room. With a heavy sigh, Daichi stared at his five would be pupils, each one carrying differing shapes and sizes of swords. “All five of you have come to me in hopes to improve your swordsmanship. Whether you actually have the knack for swordplay or if you're just children swinging a sword around is yet to be seen!”

The five just stared blankly into space. Each one trying to put on the demeanor of a tough guy. Where Daichi stepped infront of the first human in line and gestured for him to move into the open space between him, and the other trainee's. “We'll have an exercise to see just how many of you actually have what it takes to become my disciple! Those of you that can put a scratch on me will be allowed to train under me. Anybody who fails to do even THAT, you're outta here!” Setting his hand on his stomach, he gave it a few scratches, at which it gurgled softly towards the quintet. “So YOU! Come on and show me what yer made of.”



The first to step to the plate was a man of average size, but much more toned than your everyday man. His hair was colored in a crimson red and spiked up like your standard RPG badass. In his right hand he lifted a large Greatsword to bare. Once he had it infront of himself, he grasped it with his other hand, holding it with both. “I'll show you exactly what I'm made of Scaley butt. Then you'll see that you are wasting your time with these other dudes and you'll spend your time working on me.”

Daichi had no words to say. He simply lifted one hand claw forward, smiling, as if to tell the young man to bring it on.

While this brought nothing but aggravation from the would be pupil. He watched with dissapointment as the red haired human charged forward. Wide swings, coupled with his slow movements, made it easy for Daichi to simply evade the man's every move. Barely taking one or two steps from his starting position, the Raptor moved to the side and grabbed the man's arm. He gave it a soft twist, forcing him to drop the heavy weighted blade, only to catch it with his tail and smack the pommel into the poor guy's stomach. “Dead.”

That was all Daichi said on the subject. He watched the man trying to catch his breath, but the Raptor gave him no room for recovery. His jaws opened wide, giving the crimson haired youth a view of his fleshy interior before starting to take him inside. While the man was still stunned, Daichi started swallowing hungrily. Lifting his catch into the air to allow gravity to aid in his meals descent. As the last of the male's legs disappeared within Daichi's jaws, he snapped them shut, giving his remaining trainee's a good view of his opponent’s squirming bulge sliding down into his hungry stomach. With one soft belch, Daichi tossed the great sword into a pile already having accumulated from his previous prospects. “Mmmm Next!” He gave his gut a few teasing pats, watching as the red head struggled fiercely, before the powerful muscles in his stomach pulled him back, giving him the appearance of a round smooth stomach, which bounced and swayed in place.





With a slow start. The next human to step into the ring drew a rapier from it's sheathing. A light hum emanated from the blade. It only took Daichi a few seconds to realize that it was a weapon that was imbued with an elemental nature. Electricity by the vibration he could gather from the blade. As the man charged forward, Daichi lifted his own blade, deflecting the swings harmlessly. At one point, catching the Rapier by the cross guard of his own and yanked it out of the human's grip. “You're making the same mistakes the last guy made.” He gave a small smack with his tail.

Irritated, the swordsman picked up his rapier once more, slashing at Daichi repeatedly but failing to make any connection. Finally in one final desperate act, the man lunged forward for a stabbing attack. But just like the first, the Raptor simply stepped aside and stretched a foot out to trip out his opponent and grab him by the collar of his shirt. He grabbed the handle of the Rapier and shoved it into the pile. “Dead.” Daichi grinned wide, before unceremoniously stuffing the swift swordsman into his hungry jaws, and swallowing him with great eagerness.



The speed in which the Raptor devoured his opponents unnerved the remaining three. While the last two in line started looking to one another, whispering of what they'd witnessed while noting the pair of hands pressing through the belly flesh only to be squeezed back inward, the stomach bouncing around as if it were made of rubber. the third challenger stepped up to the plate. Lifting up a decently sized gun blade to his shoulder, leaving the flat end pressed up to himself, he tried to give off the air of cool. “I guess you weren't kidding when you called yourself a sword master. Though if you swing like a wild animal you're always bound to end up with your ass six feet in the ground.”



Not particularly approving of the comments to his colleagues, Daichi noted how the man wore long black hair that reached just below his neck. He wore a black leather jacket which given the time of the year was MUCH too hot for him to be strutting around in. “And a warrior doesn't disgrace the fallen. He respects their courage. Did you see them falter in the slightest as they charged at me? Come at me, and hope that you can wound me.”

The look in Daichi's eyes was that of a calm but hungry predator. Licking his chops the first couple seconds as he circled the man. Suddenly, rather than using the gun blade he was showing off, he pulled out a handgun from a holster hidden underneath his jacket. Unfortunately despite the speed of his quickdraw and rapid fire shooting, he could not hit Daichi in time who simply managed to dance around the bullets. Even using his sword to simply knock one back. By the time the overconfident swordsman could lift his gun blade to strike, Daichi had already covered the distance between them, the pommel of his grinning sword pressed against the guy's neck. “Dead. May you understand proper etiquette in the depths of my stomach.”


“W-wait!” But it was too late. Daichi lifted the man by the shoulders, actually drooling at this point as his stomach wobbled and bounced. He stared at those drooling lips before they parted to reveal the dark, slimy passage that he would soon be making his way into. “Please no-”


Not wanting to wait a minute longer, the raptor unceremoniously started shoving the poorly mannered man into his hungry maw. Swallowing slow, so as to prolong his struggles, as well as to make an example of him to his remaining two 'students'. Giving them a clear, detailed view of his prey's struggling form. His face outlined so well that they could clearly see his horrified facial expressions up until his form started making their way through the Raptor's chest cavity. At which point, his bulge was joined along with the two who had fought their way before him. His face pressing outward with great detail, along with a few muffled shouts, mostly profanities given how his voice carried through despite the layer of fat and flesh between him and the outside world.



“BWAAAAAARP!” This belch was louder than his first. With a blush, Daichi looked to his remaining two prospects, and placed one hand firmly on his gut. Playfully, he started teasing his newest prey's bulges a bit and grumbled. “It's like you said right? Those who are foolish in combat end up six feet under. In your case...you ended up within a raptor's gut! BUWAAAARP!” With a grunt, Daichi pressed his hands over his prey's head, pushing him inward and sighing with pleasure as it bounced and jiggled, clear indications of what was going on inside of his stomach without showing many bulges. feeling his prey struggling within the hot confines of his belly. Loud gurgling sounds could already be heard as the stomach worked to break down his meal. “Mmmmm excuse me! Now...I hope the two of you aren't nearly as conceited as the last.”



Next came the fourth man. He carried a broadsword in his hand, not a bad choice of weapon, but like the greatsword wielder, it left much to be desired in the realm of speed. His swings would be too wide, and would leave him wide open for attacks. “I'll try not to show disrespect to the defeated sir.”

It wasn't so much as a vow so much as fact. Daichi could tell this one at least understood the meaning of the warriors way. Though his gut continued to sway with his prey's struggles, he remained steady as ever, only breathing out an unaudible belch every now and then.

“But you should really not eat such a heavy meal.” The man growled, lifting the sword in hand, one handed even and swinging it as light as a feather. The speed in which the man did so, unnerved Daichi who barely managed to avoid the tip of the blade by a hairs breath.

It only took Daichi a moment, but just from that near hit, he could sense the devastating power his opponent’s sword possessed. 'a sword that breaks others...' Was the first thought that came to Daichi's mind. This made it all the more important for him to remain cautious. Unlike his first three prey, this one was not only skilled with a sword, he was fast enough to compensate for it's large form, and it's ability to destroy what it touches made things tricky. If the Raptor screwed up even one moment, he would not live much to regret it. Of course...


Stepping back a couple feet, Daichi brought his grinning sword to bare. As the human charged forward in a lunging strike, his own sword did the unthinkable! It split in the middle, with a green goo like substance emerging from the gap and wrapping around the blade. It caught everyone by surprise, but the faint glow that previously enveloped the destructive blade began to vanish, replaced with the dull gray that it had now become. “Guess you guys didn't know that my blade... Sword thief, can absorb another sword's skills and take it as it's own. If you hadn't been so quick to lay out your trump card you MIGHT have gotten me to lower my guard, then you could pounce. But guess that's why I'm the predator and you're the prey.”


“Hold on...that's not fair! You stole my sword's skill! Give it back!”


Daichi rolled his eyes, the sword cackling a bit in his hands before shutting it's jaws when Daichi smacked the human in the chest with it's flat edge. “It's not against the rules human. You had a special sword and you used it against me. I just so happened to have one too, that wanted to take yours.” The raptor suddenly grinned just as wide as Sword thief had. Before lifting the man with one arm, he tossed him a good five to ten feet in the air and opened his jaws wide. “Company coming your way fellas!” He laughed, keeping his jaws opened as the sudden weight of the human started forcing it's way into his maw. He barely even had to swallow given the momentum followed by the weight of his prey. His squirming meal simply sliding down of it's own accord and curling up with the other three students.


“URRRRRRRRRRRP!” Belching greatly this time, Daichi stumbled back some. Feeling a bit wobbly as his prey struggled consistantly within his gut. His belly bulging out greatly, four thrashing bulges in different directions poked through his belly flesh, moaning softly, he simply stared over at the remaining human in his company.“Ugh...these guys all squirming around...shame I can't digest em all right here and now...” With a roll of his eyes, he smacked his stomach. “Bah...I love their struggles anyway...Makes me feel nice right before they become padding for my belly!” With a grunt, he flexed the muscles on his abdomen and he bulges sank back inside, leaving him smooth albiet much more bloated in appearance, only the faintest of bulges remained as it bounced with his steps.



The last remaining human stood motionless. It wasn't so much fear that gripped him as much as it was awe. He stared at that great white dome. He could clearly make out the sounds of the stomach gurgling around those who challenged the raptor in front of him. And he could even see the faces and even hand prints of each individual inside of there. “You devoured them plain and simple...Is that why you have all of those swords piled over there? I noticed that there were quite a number of them.”

Daichi turned his attention towards the remaining prospect. “I did devour them. And yeah you could say they are all from people like you who came here to try and earn the title of student. Needless to say they only gained the title of lunch.”

The warrior stood quiet. He did not respond to the Raptor's comment. He lifted a single sword in his hand, it was a shortened blade maybe only three feet in length. Given the length disadvantage, and tired of being on the defensive, Daichi stepped forward. Despite the small blade in his opponant's hands, each swing he made was deflected with surprising succession. This time, it was the challenger's turn to show his stuff, stepping back and even jumping aside to avoid Daichi's swings. However controlled the Raptor's swings were, he couldn't land a single strike.

The human remained cautious, turning sideways to avoid a fatal blow to his stomach and lifted a fist to strike at Daichi's chin but was too slow to prevent the Raptor from pulling back. “Bingo...” Was all the man said, ducking just below Daichi's form, he thrust his sword into the Raptor's side, Flat end pressed against the side of his stomach, and one hand pressing into the fat dome. “Dead...” The man replied quietly, smirking up at his teacher.



Daichi didn't know what to say. He could feel the man's hand pressed against his fat stomach, and yet, he didn't pull away. Setting his grinning blade to the side, Daichi could only laugh. Fat stomach bouncing with the motion, he placed one hand on the remaining human's shoulder. “Ya got me. You're the first human to ever land a blow, even if non fatal to me! And the first to touch my stomach without going inside of it.”

Taking a walk outside of the dojo, both he and the human stepped onto a wooden bridge that crossed over a wide stream. His great bulging gut sloshing with each step, all of his prey having since finally ceasing their struggles, Daichi let out a great belch, greater than he had in the whole of the day. With a few soft rubs to his stomach, he looked down at the human, sensing great potential in him, and hoped he could shape the man into a capable fighter. “I won't go easy on you. You only passed the test to train under me. If you can survive the training is a whole other thing. I won't hold back any punches. And you could just as easily end up just like the four that took the one way trip down a Raptors digestive tract!”


The human only smiled sheepishly, rubbing over Daichi's stomach as he listened to his new Master speak and remind him of the hardships he would face. “Sir I won't let you down! Besides...You kind of had me mesmerized in the middle of your bouts.”


Daichi stopped for a moment, looking at a loss for words, then let out another laugh, stomach bouncing and sloshing all the while. “You liked all of that? You weren't freaked or grossed out?”


“If I am to be perfectly honest...The fact that you could stomach such a heavy meal, FIGHT after FIGHT, and still had such an ability as you have...YOu must be one of the greats as far as I'm concerned.” The human grinned wide, giving a short bow and another few rubs to that round stomach, listening to it gurgle as it digested those who failed the first test.


“Hmph...” Daichi lifted his sword, holding it up to his shoulder and burping in the human's direction. “Just because you worship my gut doesn't mean I'll go any easier on you. But you will learn how to do much the same. With a good deal of practice that is. Better rest up kid! Because the real training starts tomorrow.”


The human nodded, strapping his broadsword over his back, content to just walk down the road alongside his new master. It would be an interesting new relationship between these two. The Swords master who had an appetite that rivaled his swordsmanship, and the pupil, who admired and strove to be just as great. As they crossed the bridge and into the city, a single echoing belch marked the beginning of the young man's training under Master Daichi.


(The end)