The sun hung low over the horizon, painting the sky in vibrant hues of orange and pink. Ellis lay in a field of soft grass, watching the hypnotic colors dance across the clouds. They had been staring up at the sky for hours now, lost in their own thoughts. These days, they often found themselves pondering their own existence, wondering what purpose they truly served in this vast universe.

Suddenly, they felt a presence looming over them. Ellis turned their head to the side, noticing a tall figure - a tall fox-taur with crimson fur and a red tie. It was none other than Joe Hawley, the lead singer of Tally Hall.

"Well hello there, Ellis," Joe said in his smooth, baritone voice. "What brings you out here all alone?"

Ellis shrugged. "Just thinking, I guess. About life and death and everything in between."

Joe sat down next to them in the grass. "I see. You know, sometimes in order to understand our own mortality, we must face it head on."

"What do you mean?"

The fox-taur's eyes glinted in the fading light. "I mean that maybe, just maybe... you need to experience a taste of death itself. To feel the fangs that rip the flesh from your bones, the heat of a predator's gullet as it swallows you whole."

Ellis tensed, a shiver running down their spine at Joe's words. Yet, deep down, a dark part of them yearned for exactly that - to be consumed, to relinquish control and simply be eaten alive.

"I... I don't know, Joe. That sounds kind of intense."

Joe chuckled, his bushy tail flicking behind him. "Intense indeed. But also... incredibly intimate. An act of the deepest trust between prey and predator. Would you like that, Ellis? To be eaten entirely, until you are nothing more than a wriggling mass in the belly of another?"

Perhaps it was the philosophical musings getting to their head, but in that moment Ellis found themselves nodding. "Yes," they whispered. "Joe... please eat me. I want you to."

The fox-taur's grin stretched his jaws wide to show off sharp fangs. He leaned down, long tongue slithering out to lap at Ellis' face and neck. His saliva was warm, tingling against Ellis' skin.

"Mmm, you taste exquisite," Joe purred. "I'm going to take my time savoring every inch of you."

Ellis shuddered and tilted their head back, submitting to the lewd licks and kisses. Joe's tongue painted their body with moisture and pleasure. It seemed to last hours, the attention to every detail of their figure. By the time Joe finished, Ellis was panting and flushed.

"Now then..." The fox-taur opened his maw wide, hot breath washing over Ellis. "Into my belly you go."

Joe engulfed Ellis' head and shoulders, slowly dragging them in deeper. His throat squeezed and rippled around them, muscles pushing them down into the searing heat of his gullet. Ellis barely had time to process the sensation of the wet, undulating walls before they plunged into the tight, churning mass of Joe's stomach.

It was a kaleidoscope of sensation - an indescribable fullness, the sloshing of digestive fluids, the cushy pressure. Ellis was compressed and kneaded by powerful stomach muscles, stripped of their will as Joe began to digest them. They surrendered to the voracious hunger, knowing this was the end they had been seeking.

And as Ellis dissolved into nutrients, their mind slipping away, they thought: This is the answer to everything. To be swallowed, consumed, assimilated completely by another... This is the meaning of life.