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age-of-portal-masters · 10 months

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15 - Festering

Bushwhack had a couple hours to kill before the airship to his mission on the Air Dragon would depart, so he made his way to the Academy's training fields to get a couple rounds of warm ups in before the big show. Sometimes, he would encounter the Senseis on their breaks between lessons, and sometimes Chopscotch and Bushwhack would have a healthy spar (if she had time), with Chopscotch giving him useful tips about his techniques. But today was different, as he encountered a new student using the training dummies with her well used hammer.

"Agh, sorry, did you want a turn, sir?" she said, with heavy breathing. "I've been at this for a while, could use a break, honestly."

"If you aren't done yet, it's okay," Bushwhack responded. "What's your name, then?"

"Demo. Short for demolition," she beamed. "I started school a couple days ago, but I'll be a full fledged Skylander by the end of the year!"

The optimism of the young eyed girl made Bushwhack unintentionally smile. "A pretty lofty goal! But if you keep up the training, I'm sure you'll accomplish it, no sweat."

"That's the plan!" Demo returned to swinging.

"One thing though." Bushwhack tilted his head, observing the student's stance.

"Hm?"

"Your legs are positioned awkwardly, you'll be knocked over easily with your feet too close together," Bushwhack critiqued. "You want a wide stance, especially with the weight of the hammer dictating your gravity so much. Can't let your enemy take advantage of your weapon, heck, it might be the difference between you passing Eon's final and not." He mused, "Who knows? Maybe you'll even make the preliminary support list Snap Shot's working on?"

Demo widened her stance, and swung at the dummy. "I'll keep practicing! Watch me make number one on that list!"

Bushwhack then waved goodbye, and headed to the airship, where Tuff Luck and Gusto would be waiting eagerly to begin their expedition into the Air Dragon's territory.

Molekin had always been a mining people, and the mountains always were their ancestral home. But throughout history, their homes were taken over for the valuable ores that lay in their mines. Most Molekin could not defend themselves from such invaders, and relied on the Portal Masters (and their Skylanders) of the time to help them. But as the years passed, a growing fear emerged from the rich aristocratic human circles: portal magic up-ending their regimes on a whim. Of course, this was always a fear based in greed and tyranny, as both good and evil Portal Masters kept their feuds to themselves, only interfering with the greater world when truly necessary.

It was during such times that a series of quakes hit the mines the Molekin knew so well, and a little Molekin girl was trapped in a cave in. She would have never been in such danger if the greedy human royalty didn't demand production increases and threw caution to the wind. But time would never forget the tragedy, as the survivors would name a new settlement after her: Amethyst Keep.

To Amethyst's father however, this symbolic gesture from the community was not enough to quell the growing grief, and he was not alone, for soon he would be joined by a group of like-minded, disgruntled Molekin. From their combined grief and boiling hatred for the human royal family, the Mountain Killer was gruesomely born in the father's body, contorting him into a large, wolf-like beast of enormous rancor. Although the molekin that manifested it would die in the maw of their crazed creation, their upcoming revenge was worth the sacrifice.

And so, not long after the beast's birth, a human royal was mauled in the home he stole, bringing comfort to the newly liberated Molekin, but to the human royalty, the line of succession now had no one alive to run the now crumbling nation, except for the 8 year old prince, Nefarion.

This was the information that Head Rush, Knight Mare, and Kaboom had before their hunt for the Mountain Killer in Amethyst Keep, thanks to the research into the Molekin archives done by Star Strike, Enigma, and Blastermind. On one hand, Head Rush was relieved to be assigned the mission with the most information, but also dreaded facing this foe. Noticing her unusual anxiety, Kaboom gave some words of encouragement and a crisp high five to his teammates, which was a much needed morale booster.

Diggs, a Molekin that had helped the Skylanders many times before, had helped the Trap Masters get familiar with Amethyst Keep and arranged sleeping accommodations for the group whilst they investigated. What was once the epicenter of a thriving mining operation was now but a dying town burdened with barren mines, and now the newly reborn grudge of the Mountain Killer. While Head Rush and Knight Mare began their rounds of interviewing the remaining villagers, Kaboom stayed in their complimentary lodging to map out a plan to fight the Mountain Killer. The Trap Team very rarely had to deal with true beasts; most of their business revolved around lucid evildoers, regardless of such villain's skill level.

Head Rush and Knight Mare returned to the dusty cabin, with neutral news. "The locals know the story of the Mountain Killer, and are pretty convinced that the maulings are related," Knight Mare said, stretching her arms. "Nothing new on that front, no new victims in the vicinity, not even a sighting."

Kaboom collected his thoughts. "We can't be caught off guard by it, but we can't lure it if it's just a beast."

"Well, there might be something in the folktale that we can use," Head Rush pondered. "We know very few things for sure. One, it doesn't have eyes. Two, it's most powerful in Earthen aspected areas. Three, the Mountain Killer is fueled by bitterness over that mining accident. There has to be something there we can use."

"Only one way to see if any intelligence is left," Knight Mare said coldly, tossing a rag doll to Head Rush.

The doll was a tattered little thing, but the Earth Trap Master could not distinguish such wear between love and neglect. "You think a toy is going to bait it?" Head Rush asked, examining the doll closer.

"One of the older Molekin ladies was talking about how sensitive the beast is to smell," Knight Mare explained. "It doesn't attack any of the Molekins, in fact, there's stories of the Mountain Killer saving them from rock slides. There's a semblance of hope that it remembers them as its people."

"I see," Kaboom said as he collected their gear. "Let's get on it, then."

As they left their cabin, screams and shots erupted from the town square. The Trap Masters lept into action, preparing for a confrontation with the Mountain Killer. But, at the brick center of the village, there was no beast, only a trembling robot.

Knight Mare kept a firm grip on her weapon, gazing around herself for injured Molekin, but the shots only hit the shops' signs. Either their enemy was woefully unprepared, or had no ill intention. Head Rush and Kaboom looked at each other, confirming their shared confusion.

"Why... are your faces familiar?" The shooter's voice was roughly robotic, with a slight pitch. "I should know your names, but they're... so far."

A glint between the cracks of the pathway caught Knight Mare's eye. "Hey, what's your name?" she asked warmly. From an outside view this was naive, but the centaur genuinely felt no danger from the robot.

"Tanya," the robot said. "It stands for something. She... I'm certain she had a reason."

"One of the missing Imaginators?" Head Rush murmured. She couldn't quite recall, but didn't Snap Shot say something in passing about Caitlyn's crystals going missing? The robot before her had a mask, with soft cat ears poking out the top, as well as a long fluffy cat tail, and dressed formally with a cravat. In her hands were identical pistols, but they seemed... incomplete somehow. Would Caitlyn really have designed an Imaginator like this? She shook out that thought; it wasn't her place to pass judgment on a dead teenager. She then examined the crystal on the ground, as directed by Knight Mare, but could not determine whether or not it was indeed Imaginite.

"Imaginator, huh?" Kaboom lowered his cannon. "How's it possible that one of Caitlyn's little projects were brought to life without her magic?"

"Is she not here?" Tanya buzzed. "Where is she then?"

"Uh well, you see," Knight Mare briefly stumbled on her words. "Why don't we head to the Academy and have a talk with Eon, Tanya? That should get us some answers."

"Wait, we shouldn't-" Head Rush attempted to stop Knight Mare from leaving. "We can't be down to just us two for the Mountain Killer investigation!"

Kaboom sighed, "Unfortunately, seeing this Quickshot back to Master Eon safe and sound is... worth the risk to ourselves. He's been searching for these errant crystals for so long now."

Head Rush hesitated to retort, because she did agree with him. She agreed with him on most things, and it wasn't just because he had some form of charisma, either. And it certainly wasn't because she felt not-exactly-platonic ways about him either. Absolutely no way. She'd never let such feelings cloud her objectivity in a real case.

"I'll update Snap Shot over radio about the situation," Knight Mare assured. "He'll have his hands busy with whatever the hell is happening on his end, but maybe he'll get a replacement?"

"Don't worry about that," Kaboom said, gently pulling Head Rush in for a side hug. "Me and Head Rush are powerhouses. We'll have this done before tomorrow if your plan with the doll works." He didn't notice the faint blush across the Earth Trap Master's face.

And with that, Knight Mare and the Quickshot made their way to Master Eon, while Kaboom and Head Rush frantically made adjustments to the plan, with night quickly approaching. With the help of the local mayor (and also Diggs, who was still here for some reason), all the Molekin of Amethyst Keep locked themselves in their homes, while Kaboom and Head Rush headed just outside of the town to set their trap. Well, maybe "trap" is a strong word to use, because all the plan really entailed was situating a dirty rag doll in a clearing, assuring that the Trap Masters would have ample space to subdue the Outlaw.

Kaboom and Head Rush waited on opposite ends, waiting for the beast to make its appearance. The night gave them the light of the full moon and many stars, with its chilly breeze brushing through the rocky landscape. Then, a clacking approached. The two held their breath.

The Mountain Killer had followed the scent of the doll, and kept sniffing the air, attempting to locate the child that it presumed lost the doll. To Kaboom, at least, that's how the behavior looked. But not long after, the beast sniffed out the pair and lunged into Head Rush's direction, snarling.

Head Rush was faster, narrowly avoiding the salivating maw and bolting to the center of their planned arena. "Eager for a fight, aren't ya boy?" she taunted. Its claw raised, and slashed downwards, slicing Head Rush's leather shawl, which threw her balance off enough to trip her. The beast roared in her face, preparing to bite. She attempted to grab at the beast's crimson cloak, hoping to get enough leverage to tilt it, but the beast only got more agitated, clawing at her forearms and cutting through her gloves.

Kaboom tried to line a shot up, but with the Mountain Killer barreling down on Head Rush, any cannon blast could critically injure his teammate instead. Instead, he blasted the cannon downwards, and leapt onto the beast's matted back, and unloaded shot after shot to the back of its head, dizzying it. Quickly demounting, he pulled Head Rush out from under the monster by her horns, trying to not further damage her arms. The Earth Trap Master then stomped the ground, shattering the even field into fractured stones, binding the beast by its ankles.

But the beast was only enraged further, howling. The Killer ripped its paws out of the spikes, trailing its rotten blood behind it and pounced on Kaboom. Head Rush charged up, and drove her horns into the side of the beast, and with one last yelp, the beast pathetically fell to the ground. Kaboom scrambled out of the beast's immediate range. Even on its whimpers, it convulsed last ditch efforts to claw the Trap Masters. Once the Mountain Killer fell quiet, a cloud of purple evaporated from its corse, and not but a moment after, the flesh flaked off in pieces on the wind, until only bones were left. Within the jaw bones, the rag doll lay.

Kaboom quickly ran to Head Rush. "You're injured, let me see your arms."

"Forget about me," Head Rush tried to catch her breath. "You don't have the same gear as me, the rock edges probably hurt you worse-"

"It's nothing I'm not used to, ha. I wouldn't dress for battle like this without expecting some scratches," he laughed sweetly, laying his hand on her shoulder. "We work pretty well as a team, you know?"

The two Trap Masters returned to Amethyst Keep, and informed Diggs of their success, who then directed them back to their lodgings to rest before making the return trip to Cloudcracker. Kaboom tenderly cleaned and bandaged the two's wounds, and they fell asleep together on the dusty couch in the cabin, exhausted.

After departing Mysticat's padoga, Bacchus stalked the comings and goings of various ports on the edge of the Skylands. Although the Skylanders had not uncovered the location of Seth's base, Bacchus had a sneaking suspicion of the land mass not being traceable on maps or the primitive radar available on most airships. But, Seth was still human, he had to make a mistake or lapse somewhere. And Bacchus found it in the shipments in a particular port on the far north of Skylands. The fire apprentice wasn't completely sure what the boxes were, but they did "baa" a couple times. Once he had the schedule figured out, Bacchus would stow away on the cargo ship to wherever these "sheep"ments came from.

Not much time had passed since the Wandering Miracle departed from the Neon Lightlands on the back of the Air Dragon, but he very quickly returned to cultivating his beloved flowers. He had to get back to his own mission, after all. Being kin of the Life Element, the Miracle didn't need much time to restart his gardens, as within hours he could have as many blossoms as he wanted.

But today, the Wandering Miracle found himself wandering the Arcadian Timberland, admiring the flourishing forest. Tall, beautiful trees and their thick healthy canopies, this was the environment that the Wandering Miracle loved, and wanted to spread across the Skylands!

"Halt!" a voice boomed from behind him. "You are trespassing in the Arcadian Timberlands. State your name and intentions."

Ah, the horrible reality that the Miracle hated. Mankind. Whether it was the trolls with their chainsaws or the tree elves with their 'balanced' way of life, all of mankind were a festering wound on the Skylands.

"Ah, is... that where I am?'' The Miracle feigned a head injury. "Sorry, my airship crashed a ways away some time ago, so I just picked a direction and started walking, hoping I'd find help." He forced himself to stick to a 'typical' speech pattern, hoping that normalcy would garner diplomacy. The enormous tree elves of the Arcadian Timberlands would overpower him physically at this point, so his words would be the only way out, for now. "I work for the adventuring guild quite some many miles from here, but all my loot was destroyed in the crash... the client is going to be so angry..."

"Oh, you poor thing," the ranger softened his tone, and kneeled to meet the boy's eyes. "When's the last time you've eaten, or drank water? You look quite dehydrated..."

The ranger then escorted the Miracle to the town at the center of the Arcadian Timberlands. People milled about the marketplace, children playing games, and the returning rangers changing shifts with the reserve in town. But all the Wandering Miracle felt was the anguish of the wood they carved to house all their people. Interrupting that thought, a group of tree elves crowded the center building.

"I nearly forgot!" the ranger said. "Tonight is the Chieftain's birthday banquet, all of the town will be attending the party. The Chieftain would love to meet another outsider, especially an adventurer like yourself."

The Wandering Miracle asked, confused, "What? I thought the tree elves were... insular?" He was very careful with his wording.

The ranger chuckled, "Sure, in the past. But after Bushwhack left to become a Skylander, a lot of us have softened our view of the outside world. I mean, most of the common folk won't leave the forest for themselves, but we still love learning about it!"

Content with the answer, the Wandering Miracle spent the day in the Arcadian Timberland, and feasted with the Chieftain, exchanging stories and jokes with the townspeople as well, learning much about the changed ecology of the Skylands and the Skylanders' movements, at least as told by the newspapers. All good things must come to an end though, and he would leave the town before daybreak the next day.

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benjaminthewolf · 1 year

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Evil Never Triumphs (Vore Story) (Good Ending)

WOO HEALING VORE TIME, BABY!

Gusto is a ridiculously underrated pred and he absolutely WOULD heal injured prey in his belly.

WARNING: BLOOD, INJURY MENTION, GOREY DESCRIPTIONS OF SAID INJURIES!

Also, ya don’t necessarily have to read the previous section to understand this part but for those who wanna check the previous part out, here ya go!:

(WARNING: GRAPHIC DIGESTION), even if he is rescued in this part.

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[Continued from the previous section]

Though, in reality, the academy emergency signal had absolutely not been activated and thus sent out by a deity, had someone random been observing the timing of the situation from the outside, it very well might have seemed to be that way.

“DOWN BOY, DOWN! HEY! NO BITING! NO!”

A dark blue traptanium arrow boldly whizzed through the air as the colossal evilized wolf gave a ravenous roar whilst fiercely surveying this new group of attackers. He knew them quite well. Once, they fought to lock him away from the world. Then, they fought together to be protectors of the world. Now, they fought against his wishes once more, though not for any reason that was premeditated or malicious. Of course not. Wolfgang was a free man now, and he was never going to give that up. The petrified darkness inside of him, however, had rather different plans, and to this end the four members of the Skylands-renowned Trap Team fought valiantly, in order to force his darkened form down, and release the one that was o’ so cruelly trapped within. They all knew the clock was ticking, and though this did hasten their pace quite a bit, like the fighting professionals they were, they still refused to let it get to their nerves.

“BLASTERMIND, DO YOU THINK YOU CAN TRIGGER HIS GAG REFLEX?” Snap Shot called out to the intensely focusing floating purple man beside him whilst intensely drawing back an arrow.

“THE GAG REFLEX CANNOT EXPEL CONTENTS ALL THE WAY DOWN IN THE SMALL INTESTINE, SNAP SHOT!” the fellow Trap Master abruptly responded. “I’M GOING TO HAVE TO TRY AND MANUALLY OVERRIDE THE INSTINCTIVE MOVEMENTS OF THE ORGAN AND FORCE IT TO PUSH DR. KRANKCASE BACK UP INTO THE STOMACH, THEN I CAN TRIGGER THE GAG REFLEX!”

Giving a firm nod upon his ally’s explanation, Snap Shot almost immediately went right on back to aiding the rest of his team with keeping Wolfgang subdued, therefore ensuring that the mentally straining Blastermind would be able to do his thing.

“WHY DON’T YOU GO AHEAD AND EAT THIS, FIDO?” Jawbreaker lightly teased the evilized Wolfgang whilst slugging him in the face with an extended traptanium fist.

A light blue traptanium boomerang swiftly swung around the crystals on the rabid canine’s head, scraping off a good majority of the stuff but not yet daring to completely finish it off.

“I KNOW WE CAN’T DESTROY ALL THE CRYSTALS UNTIL WE GET THE OL’ DOC OUT-” Gusto, the boomerang’s owner, apprehensively spoke up to the rest of the group. “-BUT I REALLY DON’T WANT TO HURT ONE OF OUR OWN ANY MORE THAN I ALREADY HAVE TO!”

“NNGH-DON’T WORRY, GUSTO!” Blastermind promptly responded in an extremely strained voice indicative of how hard he was focusing his brain waves on taking control of the vicious predator's own. “I THINK I FINALLY DID IT! STAND BACK EVERYONE, THIS IS GOING TO GET MESSY!”

Nodding to himself in acknowledgement, Gusto proceeded to narrow his gaze and focus intently on the last remaining bits of petrified darkness upon Wolfgang’s head, in an attempt to try and time it so that the second the doctor re-emerged, the last of the darkness was gone, thus turning the poor wolf back to normal, and ending the immediate danger for the time being.

What happened next in those precious succeeding seconds cannot be accurately described using the typical methods of prose. Instead, all I will tell you is this: If I did write out what happened, many, many people would be expressing forth their reaction using phrasing similar to that of Wolfgang’s within that very time frame. That being, of course, the beloved nonsensical assortment of letters and symbols that transcribes as being:

“APOSIDFJ WPUAEOJI[EWAOPREHWEJRHIWIEAHWEWAHUIWj[iewarhpiuweNOJRUA”

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“There’s no physical injuries on Wolfgang!” Snap Shot firmly reported to the rest of his group. “I’m sure he’ll be just fine once he wakes up. Now, is Dr. Krankcase even alive over there?”

“I’m still detecting minor brain activity.” Blastermind shakily replied, knowing quite well that the poor doctor’s seconds were numbered until they managed to stabilize him. “But if we don’t start healing him soon, that isn’t going to last for very long!”

“Yes, yes, well that’s exactly why I brought Gusto over here!”

Taking a step forth whilst giving a humble smile, the light blue, notoriously chubby Trap Master lightheartedly gave a nod.

“It's true. Since I figured out how to use my ‘Breath Of Life’ ability to heal those on the inside, it’s kind of been funny seeing how people who don’t know react when I do it. Heh.”

Pausing for a moment before bending down in order to pick up the dying man before him, Gusto cleared his throat.

“But yes, yes, um…we best get this thing going…uh…does anyone know how to take off his legs? Or…what’s left of them, anyway?”

“I do. When you live in the same elemental dorm hallway together, you kind of end up learning these things.” Jawbreaker piped up before really taking a moment to acknowledge just how digested the things really were. In many places, the wood was completely seared away, and the electronics within were positively mangled and broken, to the point of complete unrecognizability, leaving the mostly stripped skeleton of the poor man’s prosthetics decidedly non-functional for the moment.

Jawbreaker’s eyes diverted upwards for a second in order to gaze upon the biological body of the man. He winced. He could not possibly imagine the amount of pain he must have went through in there, but all across his being, and mainly on his chest and face, which were the least protected by leather, the skin was almost entirely seared away, stripping the man right down to the dermis, where his blood was trying desperately to clot together in the presence of nothing else and keep the poor doctor alive. On the left cheek, there was even a gaping hole in the muscle, leaving one able to take a gander at his gritting teeth inside. Jawbreaker could barely see any hair on the man’s head either. He wondered for a moment if Gusto would be able to regrow those cells as well, but regardless, as the large, tubby man could only repair biological flesh, his decidedly non-biological legs would only serve to get in the way, and as a result, had to be taken off so that the doctor could repair them himself once able.

“If they can be repaired at all, that is. Sheesh…” the light brown robot sighed in his head before carefully pushing inwards on the two bolt-like objects on either side of the wooden base, proceeding to twist the entire structure around to the left before it popped off entirely. Jawbreaker gently set the remainder of the legs aside against the wall before taking a step back. Now, it was all up to Gusto.

“Aw geez…like I know we kind of have to and all, but why do I gotta see this dude’s underwear?” Snap Shot groaned a little to himself as Gusto took in and out a preemptive deep breath.

“Heh, just be lucky he wears underwear, under there, buddy!” Gusto giddily chuckled whilst bringing the doctor closer to his face.

“Myeah…whatever…just heal him already, Gusto!”

“Right-y-o!”

Almost immediately after speaking those words, Gusto proceeded to stretch wide open his maw with a tantalizing “aaaaaaaa!” before gently placing the upper body of the poor man inside, right down upon his tongue, his hands on the outside carefully grasping onto his lower half and stumps as the slick, light blue muscle at last made its way over to the cheek.

Gusto’s healing capabilities did indeed start at the mouth and since that cheek area was the most damaged region, he was rather intent on getting to that area first before doing anything else.

The second Gusto’s taste buds graced upon the (quite literally) bloody mess that was Dr. Krankace’s body, the downright revolting taste (and smell) that was the metallic tang of blood almost made the Trap Master gag. Managing to suppress the reaction down, however, Gusto’s healing saliva swiftly began to promote new tissue growth around the site of the singed off cheek. The cells’ functions were stimulated to where the healing magic caused them to rapidly multiply without error, swiftly building back up the dermis, sealing over the blood vessels, and prolonging the doctor’s time of survival for just that much longer. As for the hole in the cheek itself, the cells around the gaping area of nothingness were swiftly bridging the gap, new muscular tissue practically rushing in to plug the area again. As he had most of the man’s chest inside his maw as well, Gusto generously licked over the dangerously exposed region in order to help it start healing too, giving the region a sopping wash of saliva.

The tough, solid collagen rapidly laying upon the man’s flesh only continued to build as Gusto at last knew it was time to get the doctor all the way down into his guts, where the process of healing would be much, much faster.

Stretching open the entrance to his gullet whilst tilting back his head, Gusto could practically feel the hemoglobin soaking into his tongue as the unconscious man’s body slid further and further down the slightly sloped muscle. Giving a slight shudder as the man’s head bumped his uvula before falling down and at last landing nicely in the upper region of his gullet, Gusto promptly swallowed once, pushing the majority of his upper body forwards into his throat, causing his lower half and stumps to at last enter into his maw.

As the man’s stumps were covered up by his legs when he was inside Wolfgang’s digestive tract, they weren’t as significantly damaged as the rest of his body, causing the great, light blue Trap Master to simply swallow again. Now that his hands no longer needed to hold onto the man from the outside, Gust instead placed one over the slight bulge that the doctor was making in his throat as he was rhythmically squelched down.

“Phew!” he sighed out whilst ploping himself down against the wall. “Now that has to be one of the most difficult meals I’ve had to choke down in a while!”

Now sensing that the considerably worried fellow Skylander desperately wanted to scrape the taste of hemoglobin off his tongue, Blastermind quickly made use of his mind magic in order to disable the signals the taste buds were sending to the brain for the moment being, an action which almost immediately caused a smile to form itself across the big guy’s face.

“Ah, thanks Blasty!” Gusto gratuitously replied.

Meanwhile, on the inside, the healing saliva upon the thick, squishy walls of the esophagus were gently rubbing against the man’s being, allowing him to soak up even more of their magical healing properties, thus further aiding his body in repairing itself, whilst the deep, booming thumps echoing from the Trap Master’s heart emulated all around him, although the unconscious former villain obviously couldn’t hear it.

At last, Dr. Krankcase reached the lower esophageal sphincter. Gusto on the outside was able to feel it happening as the man’s head was squeezed out of the esophagus only for the rest of his body to slickly follow suit. Rapidly filling up the warm, goopy chamber with his considerably injured presence, Dr. Krankcase caused the walls of the light blue Trap Master’s stomach to rapidly expand outwards, until at last, a great, rumbling bulge had formed upon the outside, causing the big man to let out a rather pleased sigh.

“Ah…I know you can’t hear me, but are ya comfortable in there, Kranky?” he lightheartedly asked.

“Heh. Think only Mags is allowed to call him ‘Kranky’, Gusto.” Snap Shot calmly teased his team mate. “And I’m pretty sure that you ‘aint her.”

Gusto gave a half-suppressed chuckle. “Well, then I suppose it's a good thing he can’t hear me, then!”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” the group heartily chortled.

“Ah…well, I guess now there’s nothing left to do other than let the healing acids do their thing.”

Trodding up to the significantly enlarged man, Jawbreaker couldn’t help but glomp a traptanium fist into the malleable, shifting bulge as it rumbled and sloshed around.

“Heheh…” Gusto giggled while blushing slightly.

“Oh, ya like that huh?” Jawbreaker joyously teased. “Well what if I start doing THIS, huh?”

Following up this statement with a two-handed session of wild full-tummy rubbing, Gusto proceeded to let his tongue flop its way out of his mouth as he gave a rather pleased shudder of delight.

“...okay…I think this situation just got a little too weird for my comfortability…” Blastermind awkwardly stated whilst slowly floating backwards into the cave.

Snap Shot chuckled a little at his ally’s squeamishness. “Nah, it's aight, you can go use your mind magic to send a report back to HQ and tell ‘em the ol’ doc still lives!”

Nodding firmly in thankfulness for his leader’s understanding, Blastermind proceeded to give a brief: “Thank you! I’ll go do that right now!” before promptly exiting the scene, the three remaining Trap Masters longingly gazed down at Gusto’s big belly whilst simultaneously wondering just what exactly was going on with the wounded doctor within.

Dr. Krankcase’s body, now that it was at last fully submerged inside Gusto’s magical healing acids, was rapidly picking up the pace of its recovery. Of course, it was naturally a little hard for the acids to reach up to the man’s facial region, but with a bit of a tightening, gentle push, the unsupported man’s body casually shlumped over before landing softly against the smooth, cushiony wall in front of him with his previously digested cheek muscles that were now building back up landing front and center upon its slickened, wet nature. With this, the acids could spread their magic up to the rest of the man’s head and face area, even stimulating the growth of the hair out of their follicles, though it knew when to stop of course, as to not grow the stuff out to a ridiculously cumbersome length. With this, the healing acids, similar to the digesting acids before it, seeped in and around the doctor’s clothing, reaching into every little crevice in order to fully address the wounds.

The heat also helped stimulate cell growth, and though the constant, ambient gurgles and rumbles also present couldn’t really do much to help the poor man, some of them were still audible to those on the outside, allowing such gurgles to still become noticed despite the man on the inside being outright unresponsive.

Gusto’s belly, inside and out, sloshed and groaned around as the contents inside lay with its damages rapidly patching up, unconscious to such actions, yet all alive just the same.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh…..” Gusto lightly exhaled. “Man…poor guy’s gonna have so many questions once he wakes up.”

“Heh, he sure will. Wonder if when he wakes up he’ll think he’s in some sort of afterlife before he realizes the truth.” Snap Shot added in jest.

“He’ll think he’s in some sort of heavenly pool or something, with comfort and warmth to soothe him after his long trials in life.” Jawbreaker piped up whilst gently patting an unraveled traptanium fist over the chubby Trap Master’s belly.

“Yeah, but he still won’t be able to walk normally.”

“True, very good point.”

“Ooh! What if he thinks that he’s gonna sprout wings so he can fly everywhere instead of walking since he’s apparently in heaven?”

“Ah now wouldn’t that be a riot? OH! WAIT, IMAGINE IF WHEN HE ACTUALLY DIES, HE GETS TO HAVE THIS WHOLE REUNIFICATION WITH HIS LEGS WHERE THE THINGS COME CRAWLING OUT OF THE DEPTHS TOWARDS HIM AND HE REJOICES IN AN EMBRACE WITH THEM BEFORE THEY MAGICALLY FUSE BACK ONTO HIS BODY OR SOMETHING!”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOW WHERE DID THAT IDEA SUDDENLY COME FROM, JAWBREAKER? WHERE HAS YOUR ARTISTIC GENIUS GONE THIS WHOLE TIME?”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I DON’T KNOW! MAYBE WHEN I DIE I’LL GET TO REUNIFY WITH IT!”

“*PFFFFFFFFFFFT*”

Silently lying against the cool, cavern walls listening to his two friends joke around with nothing but a satisfied fullness in his belly and a deepset gratitude in his heart, Gusto lay contented, literally bulging forth with glee, as the formerly death-condemned Dr. Krankcase lay comfortably healing inside of his being. Yes, just less than thirty minutes ago, the poor man had been cruelly digesting away inside of an evilized Wolfgang’s stomach, before being denied access to the o’ so precious oxygen he needed inside the small intestine before his brain at last shut down. Now, his brain was still resetting itself, but was very much active and as a result alive. Gusto knew the poor man fully expected to never open his eyes ever again. However, quite thankfully, due to the quick response of the Trap Team, that was not to be the case. Dr. Krankcase would open his eyes once more, and when he did, he was to be greeted warmly with a soothing ocean of blue, working to heal his injuries, within a gurgling melody of care.

Gusto, now that Blastermind’s mind magic was out of range, was still somewhat able to detect the blood upon his tongue. However, he remained unbothered by this, as he knew with absolutely nothing but one hundred percent certainty in his being, that the man within his guts was bleeding no longer, all because of his healing acids. And to him, in that moment, whilst his friends continued to jovially exchange laughter, was the only thing that mattered.

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