The big guy finally got his canine gumbo.
Trying a new shading style and wanted to branch out with a new pred!
Including a story by smounged1989

Charlie felt his cage rattle as it slid down the impromptu zipline and crashed onto the island in the middle of the murky green water. The vast underground chamber echoed slightly with distant chanting of the tribal mice. The German Shepard wasn't sure where the girl had been taken to. At the moment though he had other things to worry about.
A heavy low ring vibrated from somewhere and shook Charlie's rib cage. Fear gripped the canine, he was sure that couldn't mean anything good. As the vibration of the gong faded a gentle swishing and sloshing began to come from the lake surrounding the island.
All around the chamber torches flared to life filling the space with the dull glow. The light was just enough for Charlie to realize that the island his cage was resting on wasn't just rock and dirt. Littered all around were bones of every shape and size. The skulls of other creatures from small rats to even a few that looked human.
Charlie felt true fear grip his chest. Not even when the car Carface sent down the hill to hit him did he feel such fear. Taking in a deep breath he howled as loud as he could hoping someone, anyone would hear it and come to his aid. As the howl faded away Charlie heard a heavy foot step.
The step shook the whole island and caused a few bones to rattle and fall into the water. Another heavy step sounded and the island shook even more. Charlie's cage rattled and he couldn't help the small whimper escape his throat. Another step this one followed by the sound of heavy cracking bones as whatever it was crushed a pile to dust.
The fear that overtook him pushed all other thoughts and worries from his mind. Charlie didn't care about the girl, didn't care about Itchy or his club or even his watch that was the only thing to keep him alive. Grabbing the wooden bars of his cage the canine shook them violently hoping to break them apart.
The wood was too thick and the space between was too narrow for him to slip through. The footsteps stopped and Charlie froze not sure what was going to come next. A low chuckling laugh filled the air and out of the darkness in front of Charlie a massive figure came forward.
The head was massive. The size of the car Charlie slept in. The things massive snout had a thick bone stuck through the nostrils. Thick red lips ringed his massive mouth, Charlie could easily tell the maw could open wide enough to engulf him with ease. The body came into view. Longer than a bus and thicker than a truck.
The whole thing was covered with dark green scales. Its glowing eyes focused on him and its lips stretched into a hungry grin. A large can rested at the top of its head like a crown. One of its thick fat paws came up and Charlie could see a glinting gold ring set with a massive ruby wrapped around one of the monster's pudgy fingers.
The paw reached out and grabbed the ring set into the top of Charlie's cage. The canine felt his stomach drop as the massive gator easily lifted the cage high into the air. There came a heavy thud as the thing threw itself back onto its rear. Its massive body stretched out and on full display.
Charlie gaped in awe and horror at the house sized dimensions of the gator's bulging gut.
“Well well well… what do we have here?” The massive beast said in a mocking voice. “Looks like a tasty New Orleans canine gumbo!”
On the last word the gator pressed his maw close enough to the cage that Charlie couldn't help but catch a face full of its pungent breath. The scent of old meat and stomach acids washed over him and caused him to fall into a heavy coughing fit. The gator chuckled again and Charlie watched as he grabbed the base of the cage and with no effort at all ripped the top off leaving Charlie resting on the base.
The canine vaguely registered the still constant chanting of the tribal mice but was more focused on the gator's massive maw. The gator was slowly opening its mouth showing off the dark pulsing flesh hidden inside. Just as Charlie thought the gator would have no trouble fitting the canine in with room to spare.
Feeling the base he was sitting on start to tip, Charlie scrambled to hold onto the edge. He couldn't let himself die like this. He had survived too much to end up a sewer gator's dinner. His back paws scrambled against the wooden plate he was on, his dull claws scratching rivets into the wood.
A gust of hot moist air rushed over him and despite his brain telling him not to, Charlie looked over his shoulder. He was suspended directly over the giant gator's maw. The thick broad tongue stretched out like an obscene carpet. The inside was coated in thick dripping drool that all pooled at the back of the tongue.
A thick flap of skin covered the opening to the gullet. The flap would flutter on every breath in the gator took and it would open slightly on every exhale. The small opening gave Charlie a terrifyingly brief glimpses at the dark wet passage beyond.
As he was caught, transfixed by the sight before him. Charlie realized too late that the disk of wood he was holding onto for dear life had continued to tip vertically. His scrambling kicked into high gear Unfortunately his back legs had already slipped off the platform and dangled precariously above the gator's gaping maw.
He could feel his grip slipping the more the gator tipped the base of the cage. Finally with aloud scrapping as his claws slid over the wood, Charlie lost his grip. He fell for what felt like years. The base of the cage held in the gator's pudgy paw loomed above him mear inches from his paws.
His falling came to an abrupt halt. With a wet splat Charlie felt the warm drool coating the gator's tongue soak into his back fur. Scrambling he tried to get his paws under him so he could leap off the large tongue. By the time he had however the thick tongue had already been pulled back into the cavernous maw and the jaws had begun to close.
Yelling in fear and desperation Charlie lunged forward his right paw outstretched. The mouth closed with a wet snap, pinning the canines arm between the thick rubbery lips. Charlie yelled as he could feel the heat increase around him. His paw could still feel the coolness of the air outside the gator's mouth.
The gator's sharp teeth lightly pricked at his arm and for a moment Charlie feared the gator would bite his arm clean off. After a deep rumbling chuckle shook the mouth around him Charlie felt a great sucking pressure build up around him. A moment later his arm slipped back in with him, slurped up like a noodle.
The tongue he sat on started to bounce slightly making loud squishing sounds as it splashed in the puddle of drool forming. Panic over taking him, Charlie began to pound against the thick teeth begging to be let out. As a last resort he howled longer and louder than he ever had in his life.
He could feel the force of his howl shaking the gator's jaws but the mouth didn't open. Once he was out of breath Charlie was left panting heavily, his lungs filling with the heavy wet air of the gator's mouth. He began to get light headed and wanted nothing more than to lay down and sleep.
As if sensing the fight leaving him, the gator tilted his tongue up and the canine began to slide towards the back of the gator's mouth. Charlie tried to dig his paws into the spongy wet surface of the tongue to slow his decent. It didn't help and all too soon Charlie felt his paws pressing against the thick flap of flesh separating him from the gator's dark gullet.
Trying one more time to talk his way out of the horrible situation Charlie felt the tongue lower slightly. For the briefest of moments he thought he had gotten through to the gator. His hope vanished. The flap of skin before him opened fully and the tongue raised itself up to the roof of the gator's mouth.
With no delay or fanfare Charlie felt the heavy gulp that sent him slipping full bodied into the dark wet tunnel.
King Gator gulped hard and felt the lump travel easily down his throat. The giant gator smacked his lips and basked in the feel of the canine sliding down his gullet and into his large spacious stomach. Sighing heavily King Gator rubbed over his gut enjoying the weight of his meal as it settled in.
Almost instantly bulges began to dance across the surface of his scaly gut. He chuckled to himself impressed by the level of fight the dog had in him. He knew though that it wouldn't last too long. They never did once they entered his belly. King Gator watched his gut for a while lazily counting the seconds.
When he reached 45 the bulging and wiggling faded away. His thick lips stretched into an amused smirk. The record for any meal was a minute. Reclining back against a thick wall of bone King Gator used the claw on his pinky to pick at his front teeth. It took a moment but he finally plucked out a small clump of fur.
Without a second thought he flicked the wet clump away. Giving his belly another loving pat he rolled onto all fours and slowly made his way to the edge of the island. Once there he slipped silently into the murky water. The top or his head and snout the only things breaching the surface. He lazily swam back through the thick iron gates and into the darkness beyond.
The large sewer gator hopped he’d be able to run into one of the humans who sometimes wondered too far into his territory. The dog had been tasty, but to him it had been little more than a snack. Under the water his stomach rumbled as it started to work over the canine. In less than an hour there would be nothing left but bone to add to the pile on his island.