My All Creation deuteragonist, Jobe, has already been eaten by ten Disney villains, one of whom has eaten him twice -- Legend of Tarzan villains Tublat, the evil gorilla, and Kaj, the evil Leopard Man who worked in the service of Queen La, Merlock, the main villain of Duck Tales: the Movie - Raiders of the Lost Lamp, even a human predator, Stromboli, the gypsy serving as a minor villain from Pinocchio, the feral form of the evil Shere Khan from The Jungle Book, the anthro form of Shere Khan from Tale Spin, Tick-Tock, the evil, Hook-obsessed crocodile from Peter Pan, Sewernose de Bergerac, the evil, opera-loving alligator from one episode of Chip 'n Dale: Rescue Rangers, Boll Weevil, the evil oat tycoon from one episode of DuckTales, the sinister Bankjob Beagle, one of the seven infamous Beagle Boys from DuckTales, the deadly Sa'Luk, the Cassim-replacing King of Thieves from Aladdin and the King of Thieves, and, most recently, the dastardly Dark Dragon from American Dragon Jake Long! We will yet again continue this series of comics involving Jobe getting eaten by more of my favorite Disney villains. As I have said before, I'd always imagined them making meals out of me. As Jobe is based on me, appearance-wise and personality-wise, he'd be the closest thing I could have to me getting eaten by these villains myself. So I could live it vicariously through him, so to speak.

In this short story, Jobe has re-formed from his digestion and absorption by the Dark Dragon and has jumped to his next Disney world. This time, he's found himself in a forest of the kingdom of Nottingham as seen in the anthro-only version of Robin Hood. He is just walking through the forest, looking for a way home, when he meets the tertiary villain of the movie: the lupine version of the "Honorable" Sherriff of Nottingham. And just like with the previous villains, Jobe will end up right where he did with the last few villains: devoured and digested. . . .

Now full and satisfied with his meal, the Sherriff rubbed his full, fatter belly, which was even rounder than before, licking his lips. “Delicious,” he murred. “I’m just gonna let you settle in now.”
That was when he began to digest.
Jobe could feel the stomach acids beginning to work around him and knew that he'd have to hurry and try to make the Sherriff throw him up. But he also knew that he didn't have a lot of time and began to fear for his safety.
Then again, after all of his failures at having done the same with Grodd, Tublat, Kaj, Merlock, Stromboli, both versions of Shere Khan, Tick-Tock, Sewernose, Boll Weevil, Bankjob, Sa’Luk, and the Dark Dragon, he realized that he probably had as little of a chance with the Sherriff.
Nonetheless, he still had to try.
Unfortunately, the stomach acids began doing their job, breaking down his body to nourish the large wolf’s.
First, Jobe’s legs and feet began to break down, slowly crumbling away as the acids ate away at them. His knees were close behind them.
He gasped, then struggled even harder to try and get out of his predicament.
Jobe’s thighs, hips, and waist broke down next. His shoulders were the next to go, sinking beneath the stomach acids and breaking into pieces. His neck went right after that.
His head finally sank beneath the acids, and that was that. His head dissolved and slowly broke down into nutrients, from his scalp to his skull to his scales to even his brains, and in seconds, what’d once been a young man was now bits and pieces of flesh, hair, and clothing. He left no part of himself behind.
At long last, the Sherriff’s stomach returned to its normal, trim size, having successfully digested Jobe.
With his meal fully digested, the Sherriff murred in pleasure.
Then, he began walking off down the road, licking his lips again and rubbing his less-fat stomach.
“Heh-heh-heh-heh!” he chuckled evilly to himself. “Welcome home, boy.”
And now, with Jobe devoured and digested, he headed off either to bust his next outlaw, find his next meal, or possibly both. . . .

Part eight and the conclusion of a commission by  ViceXXX.