Don't expect to see many stories that feature digestion, this story uses it as a plot point, not for the sake of vore. This series will dive into my new species, actual realistic emotions from both eaters and eaten, and of course many other things, I know it's short but that's how I keep it

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Our story starts as every other, a loud obnoxious alarm, which makes one wonder why people pick the worst blaring sound to wake up to, well anyway…

BEEEP BEEEP BEEP!

A grey arm emerges from beneath the blankets to softly press the stop button. Soon a whole body emerges, stretching out its arms and legs. It appears to be a wolf, younger, adult but not by much, a few patches of grey fur here and there, and a look in his eyes of near soullessness, like he's too far gone to be irritated by so much as a loud noise waking him up. Given what description I've given you, I'd assume the next bit might surprise you, this wolf is not thin or bony, instead he's rather well built… save for his center mass, just a bit on the pudgy side of things.

The wolf sighs softly, his paws going to scratch at his sides as he sits up, blinking his eyes trying to wake. His stomach gives off that sour "you ate shit last night" grumble, not actual shit mind you, just food you ought not to eat late at night.
The wolf looks down at his belly, his eyes narrowing as his paws move down to softly rub his stomach as he gave a sour look.

"What did I eat last night…"

Fatal last words right? Maybe, we'll see.

The wolf would stand up and stretch out his back, I'm assuming it's a male based on the eyes, ears, snout, and lack of breasts.
He got up, fully in the nude mind you, and walked out of his bedroom and into his bathroom. He would sit down with a grunt on the toilet, reaching over to turn on the hot water. The toilet lid was down, so it appears he's just waiting for the water to warm. He'd hold his face in his paws a moment, checking the water with his tail, once warm enough he sat up and stepped in, beginning to bathe.
At some point during the duration of his bathing, he'd put shampoo on his head and face, forcing him to close his eyes.

With his eyes closed and slippery soup all over the tub, I decided to finally show myself. He'd hear a squeak as the old knob for the hot water twisted one way, and the nob for cold turned the other. The wolf gave a yap and practically crinkled up on the spot, but I wasn't done. The two knobs turned again, opposite each other again, the water coming out so hot that the air is instantly filled with steam. The wolf howled as his body was covered in hot water, soon slipping in soup and falling inside the tub with a loud crash. I then twist the knobs off, giving him a moment to pant and get his bearings.

"Morning dog-breath, remember me?"

There was a stale silence that lasted a full 3 seconds before the curtain and rod both fell on the wolf, he'd grunt and sigh really long before slumping back in the tub with a curtain over his soup covered eye lids.

"... too tired for this shit…"

I'd roll my eyes and cough a bit to clear my throat, standing up on the knob and pointing at the wolf.

"I asked if you remembered me?"

He softly pushed the curtain off himself and out of the tub, using his paws to wipe the soup off his face, before finally getting a good look at the black anthro cat, small enough to stand on the knob of a faucet.

"The hell are you? What are you doing in here?" He'd ask.

"Oh I'm not here by choice. You forced me to be here. Now close your eyes and use that big dumb brain of yours to see if you have enough braincells to give you an iq of over 60 so you can maybe get lucky and remember me."

"You know what? I'm done with the games." The wolf replied, sitting up and looking at me with those hungry eyes.

I frown up at him, my fists practically shaking with fury. I see him make the decision in his mind, I roll my eyes as his hand shoots around to grab me, his whole paw gliding right through me, I'm half tempted to brush off my shoulder, but The Last Jedi sucked. He blinked as he did so, a predatory reflex, his brain tells him he's about to be in contact with prey, so his eyelids close. When they open he looks at his paw first, opening it up and seeing that I'm obviously not there. He then looks over at me, just standing there glaring darts at him.

"So first, you eat me, then you try to eat my ghost? You're sick, twisted…" I say this with a sadistic smile, letting him know what's actually happening is rather enjoyable to me.

"You… get over it, I was drunk, don't even remember ya." He says flatly, getting up dripping wet and exiting the bathtub, stepping over the curtains and grabbing a towel.

I look up at him rather bewildered, I was expecting him to be astonished… frightened… remorseful, most are.

"You… you… you don't think I'm real do you? Ha, you think you hit your head or something." I say as I float myself up to the little bathroom counter.

"If you're real, why can't I touch you." He says, washing his face in the sink.

I walk up, glaring and punch him right in the forearm as hard as I can… probably felt like… a child thumping him.

He pulls his arm away quickly and looks down at me with a far more awake and shocked look.

"Okay… did I miss?" He says.

Unfortunately I wasn't ready this time, his paw flies down towards me, I put my arms up in defense, but he slaps me right into the wall, well, literally into the wall, I phase right through it and then back into the bathroom, this time staying in the air at eye level. He looked even more shocked, scrunching up his nose in near disbelief.

"You made… me miss… my two year anniversary with my boyfriend. REFORM ME NOW." I say right in his face.

He falls back as I scream, but it's just from shock, shock that doesn't last as long as I'd hoped.

"Okay okay, let me get this straight. Last night at the uh.. heheh, at the party I must have eaten you, not going to lie looking at you right now I really don't blame myself… anyway, so I ate you, my bad, but unless you got cash in the afterlife or buried underground somewhere I can't help you… I can't reform prey myself, I'd have to pay for your reformation. Sorry pal I've got things coming up right now, maybe some other time."

"You expect ME to pay for MY reformation after YOU decided to kill me?! Who do you think you are?!"

The wolf wrapped the towel around his waist after drying off his head. He quickly brushed his fangs and put deodorant on under his pits.

"Look, I don't have the time or the money, if I could go back and change it I might have, but I can't. So just chill and enjoy being me for a while…" though it's written like this and might seem like a tease, this was all done in a mundane tired-of-this-shit voice.

"WHAT!? I-I how could- you mean to say that… I'm… you're-! I have a boyfriend who's going to be worried SICK! You ate the wrong little guy this time you monster-!"

"Oh shut up already." The wolf says as he walks to his room to get dressed...