Like Cabbages and Kings - Part 6 (Vore)
My All Creation deuteragonist, Jobe, has already been eaten by thirteen 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, the dastardly Dark Dragon from American Dragon Jake Long, the "Honorable" Sherriff of Nottingham from Robin Hood, the sinister duck demon Paddywhack from Darkwing Duck, and, most recently, the evil Taurus Bulba from Darkwing Duck! We now 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 Taurus Bulba, and has now moved on to his Disney world, re-forming in Wonderland as seen in Alice in Wonderland. This time, he's found himself on a wide beach full of sand and garbage. And it's on this beach that he will meet his next villain: the cunning, manipulative Mr. Walrus from Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum's story "The Walrus and the Carpenter." And just like the Curious Oysters, Jobe will share their exact same fate. . . .
Now seated, the Walrus took out a napkin and wrapped it aroudn his neck, clearing his throat as he did so. Jobe, sitting adjacent to him, smiled an eager smile as he got ready for the feast he’d been promised.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t going to get the feast he had in mind. . . .
“Now, if you’re ready, Jobe, my dear . . .” Mr. Walrus said, suddenly registering a darker, more intense look on his face.
It was on dark and intense, Jobe began to grow uncomfortable at the sudden shift of his demeanor.
Mr. Walrus smiled evilly at Jobe, rubbing his paws together and chuckling an evil chuckle as he did so, keeping his eyes firmly locked onto his quarry.
“. . . we can begin the feed,” Mr. Walrus finished.
“Feed?!” Jobe gasped, shocked. But then, he simply took on a defeated expression as he closed his eyes and sighed. “I am the entrée again, am I not?”
Part six of a commission by
ViceXXX.
In this short story, Jobe has re-formed from his digestion and absorption by Taurus Bulba, and has now moved on to his Disney world, re-forming in Wonderland as seen in Alice in Wonderland. This time, he's found himself on a wide beach full of sand and garbage. And it's on this beach that he will meet his next villain: the cunning, manipulative Mr. Walrus from Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum's story "The Walrus and the Carpenter." And just like the Curious Oysters, Jobe will share their exact same fate. . . .
Now seated, the Walrus took out a napkin and wrapped it aroudn his neck, clearing his throat as he did so. Jobe, sitting adjacent to him, smiled an eager smile as he got ready for the feast he’d been promised.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t going to get the feast he had in mind. . . .
“Now, if you’re ready, Jobe, my dear . . .” Mr. Walrus said, suddenly registering a darker, more intense look on his face.
It was on dark and intense, Jobe began to grow uncomfortable at the sudden shift of his demeanor.
Mr. Walrus smiled evilly at Jobe, rubbing his paws together and chuckling an evil chuckle as he did so, keeping his eyes firmly locked onto his quarry.
“. . . we can begin the feed,” Mr. Walrus finished.
“Feed?!” Jobe gasped, shocked. But then, he simply took on a defeated expression as he closed his eyes and sighed. “I am the entrée again, am I not?”
Part six of a commission by
ViceXXX.
Category All / Vore
Species Mammal (Other)
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