Jem's hunger is as boundless as he is. Which, while unfortunate for the planet he once resided on, is a wonderful thing to indulge and encourage for those of us who aren't! Here we see him engaged in another contest of gorging with Sol. A veritable solar system snacking contest!

SolAxe draws absolutely amazing pictures. Particularly ones with an emphasis on vore. Yep. I sure do keep on getting them.

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The apocalypse was greeted not with dread but annoyance. First went the satellites. GPS signals, among countless other niceties of life that our technologically connected civilization had become dependent on, flickered off in an instant. The last gasps of life consisted of people fiddling with or cursing at their phones.

Some seconds later came the atmosphere displacing puffs of breath. The clouds encircling the globe evaporated in an instant as the wind pressure bearing down on them rent them apart into individual molecules. Ripples, if mega tsunamis could even be called that, radiated out from the exposed seafloors. Craters, soon to be washed clean, were all that remained of civilization. Every structure constructed by some manner of sentient life, no matter how insignificant, over the history of the planet was flattened instantaneously.

A creeping darkness accompanied the ruin spreading across the globe. A pair of lips, not that anyone survived to perceive them, filled the sky. They parted to casually reveal an existence ending maw. Shining white teeth, tongue lolling over them, served as the gatekeepers to the depthless throat the Earth was soon to vanish within.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh,” Sol teased as he bit down into the eastern hemisphere. Entire continents disappeared between his lips as they ground to a mush when pressed between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. Rivers of saliva, travelling along the contours of his taste buds, instantly doused the magma spurting free from the cracked mantle. He hmmed at the unexpected, yet not altogether unpleasant, crunchy aftertaste. Cheeks puffed out, Sol tilted his head back and swallowed hard. His throat bulged. The flow of air to his lungs ceased briefly as the protruding lump in his throat took its sweet time sliding down along the folds of muscle lining it.

“Not bad,” the lemony kangaroo impassively noted while he licked crumb sized landmasses off his chin. He took to rubbing at his planet rivaling gut with a sense of pride as it noisily digested his latest meal.

“You’re just now packing away your first planet?” A smug and booming voice, lower than the ocean depths that Sol had just revealed, inquired.

Erk. Chin tucked against his chest, the kangaroo nervously regarded the colossal canine hovering behind him. “I-I got off to a slow start, that’s all!”

“Mmmhmmm,” Jem teased as he slurped up what remained of the inner reaches of the solar system off his lips. “Some rematch this turned out to be,” the rough collie smirked.