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A literal blaze was outside the canopy window on the opposing wall.\n\n\tNone of it makes sense. The last thing you remembered was... Jack shit. Well, you know who you are and where you were not long ago, but there was clearly a gap somewhere. This was some sort of cargo bay, as far as you could tell. There are crates strewn about a metal room, the walls on each side are lined with oval canopy windows, not unlike those on a commercial airplane. The bright lights finally subside as the rattle dies down, returning the area to a relative calm. You decide to pay closer attention to the pod you're currently lying in. It was definitely familiar. Even though it was foggy, you clearly remembered climbing in here of your own will, although in a very different place. \n\nYou climb out of the metal tube, tentatively placing your two feet on solid ground. Nausea immediately crawls up from your stomach and into the back of your throat. It feels as though you haven't stretched your legs for a week. You walk slowly towards the row of windows, grabbing on to anything in arms reach to make up for your numb legs.\n\n\tPeaking outside the canopy, you witness an unending sea of clouds. They have varying shades of browns, from dark mocha to milky chocolate. You can see a man made structure floating in the distance, like a raft in the eye of a storm. Moving in closer, you try to make out what's on the ground, but only see more layers of cloud. Something feels very off.\n\n\tA loud click erupts from a PA system. The sound of static and heavy breathing lingers for a while before booming. \"Hey ho! This is d'ah captin speakin.\" There's an uncomfortable pause while the sound of someone slurping a liquid fills the air. \"Ahhh, anyways, listen up lads! We're hitting customs in less than fifteen minutes. Everythin' better be in order down there!\"\n\n\tThe PA system clicks again, leaving the room ominously quiet, with the exception of the occasional creaking and whining of the old cargo bay. You can hear footsteps coming from the only corridor leading our of the room. The thought of asking for help crosses your mind, but you figure it's best to wait until you know more to reveal yourself. Your legs are finally waking up as you walk back towards the open pod. A tremor sends you falling face first on the floor, the nervous sound of rattling metal explodes inside the tightly packed room. “Damn turbulence.” You can't help but spit out as you grasp at some nearby crates to get you back up on your feet. You can feel your heart sink as soon as your eyes land back on the pod. The damn thing had snapped shut. You try to get it open again but you have no idea how to open it. The footsteps from before are getting uncomfortably close. It looks like you'll have to find some other way to avoid attention.\n\n\tThe footsteps are just around the corner. Thinking fast, you throw yourself under a dusty pile of cloth and lie in wait. You peak through a hole in the fabric to witness two crewman walking to the front of the broken crate. They're not armed, not that it matters much. The first one would probably be eight feet tall if he wasn't hunched to fit through the corridors. He was human like, except for the tail, with extremely gaunt limbs and features. He might have seemed weak, even, had he not been wearing some kind of mechanical exo-suit. Next to him was a bulky reptilian man with dark green scales. He was much shorter than the other guy, but easily made up for it in muscle.\n\n\tThe gaunt one gives the broken crate a kick. \"God dammit man! I told you. This shit needs to be DOUBLE strapped.\"\n\n\tThe reptile seemed unphased. \"Calm your skinny ass down. Customs don't give a crap if it's broke.\"\n\n\t\"I'm not talking about customs.\" The other replied. \"You know what happened to the last guy the captain got pissed at.\"\n\n\t\"Ugh, fine, fine!\" The reptilian man sighs as he walks towards you, scanning the cargo bay for something, before locking his eye's in your direction. \"Here, gimme a hand with this tarp. The captain's too much of a lazy bastard. He won't bother looking if it's covered.\"\n\n\tYour muscles freeze in terror as the crewman legs stop inches away from your face. You can't even make a sound as the large blanket gets swooped in the air, leaving you out in the open, jaws agape and dumbstruck. You try leaping past him but a strong grip pulls on your left shoulder. It only takes a moment before he's got you pinned with your back against his bulky chest.\n\n\t\"Whoooa hoo there! Not so fast buddy.\" The lizard tightens his grip around you and lifts, effortlessly sweeping you off the ground and turning towards the other crewman. \"Hey, look! We got oursleves a stowaway!\"\n\n\t\"Hey, let me go!\" You squirm but to no avail, this guy's biceps are almost as thick as your chest.\n\n\t\"Shuuuush you!\" The gaunt figure runs in closer, shoving a hand over your mouth. You can smell the oily metallic aroma coming from his suit.\n\n\tA loud click echoes inside the cargo bay. The PA system erupts again, this time with heavy breathing, interspersed with the sounds of lips smacking and a loud gulp. \"What the hell's taking so long. Answer me, Hibs!\"\n\n\tThe gaunt human man makes an uncomfortable grimace, before looking you straight in the eyes and placing an index on his lips. \"Not a word, understand?\" He removes his hand off your mouth, before walking over to an intercom panel and hitting a switch.\"Heya boss, Hibs here, everything's fine, were just double checking alright?\"\n\n\tYou scream as hard as you can. \"Heeeeelp! Let me go!\"\n\n\tThe lizard manages to pull one of his hands over your mouth but it's too late. Your voice managed to get heard through the ship's PA system.\n\n\t\"What's going on down there Hibs. You know the rule, freeloaders get presented to the captain.\" You can hear a deep chuckle echo throughout the room. \"Chop chop! My office, now!\"\n\nCLICK\n\n\tThe gaunt man flips the switch on the intercom before slowly turning his head to look at you. \"Whoever you are, congratulations. You just fucked yourself.\" He sighs before addressing his partner. \"C'mon, you bring him up. I still got this mess to clean up.\"\n\n\tThe lizard man nods before lifting you up again. Struggle as hard as you might, there's no escaping. After getting manhandled through a flight of stairs and down a creaking corridor, you finally arrive at a half open metal door leading to what looks like a flight deck. The inside is a mess. A trash can is overflowing with empty coffee cups and wrappers of all kinds. Sitting in the center of the room is who you assume is the captain. The rodent hybrid was four and a half feet tall, with dirty grey fur and somewhat long muzzle. His oversized gut was hanging over his belt. You could see the buttons of his shirt straining under the pressure. As for his jacket, it was left unzipped. Clearly he had out-girted it over time. His captain's chair looked remarkably comfy. The metal frame had been covered in puffy red leather pillows. There was a cup holder with a mostly filled cup o' joe. A console to his right had been turned into a makeshift table, a half empty box of doughnuts with crumbs scattered everywhere, mostly on the captain himself. Next to the console was an odd looking rifle with the inscription \"Emc-R17\" clearly etched on the side.\n\n\t\"Oh oh oooh!\" The rat swivels his seat around to face you, half of a cream-filled doughnut in his left hand. He takes a large bite out of it before throwing the pastry back into it's box. \"Niche wittle waddie you got there.\" He rubs his paws in excitement as he finishes swallowing his food. \"My my! He looks whole too! Aye, this is a good mornin' after all!\"\n\n\tYou look up at the reptile and only manage to say, \"Umm... Whole?\". Their attitudes towards you are puzzling at best. What he's saying might not make sense, but it doesn't take a genius to figure out this isn't good. The captain gives a solid push off the ground, sending his chair swivelling 360 degrees, grabbing the rifle and pointing it directly at you in a single motion. Your muscles tense as a surge of adrenaline course through you. You kick your legs forward as hard as you can, trying to knock your captor off balance, but he's already anticipated your panicked reaction by holding tighter.\"Hold'im still ya green oaf or I'm sending you down with 'im.\" The rat spat as he took aim, a wide grin on his face.\n\nTHOOOOOOOM\n\n\tA blue beam bursts from the tip and hits you square in the chest. The reptile's grip grows weaker and weaker. The initial shock fades as you realize there is no pain. You try to scream but all sounds are oddly muted. All that's left is an ominous thumping in your ears. It's as if your very essence is getting sucked out of you. You fall to your knees as you lose even the most basic energy to stand upright. You're in free fall, yet your feet and hands are planted firmly on the ground. Your senses are overwhelmed by the contradiction, and your vision fades to black.\n\n\tIt feels as though your eyelids are attached to a brick. It takes all the effort you can muster to pry them open. Pushing yourself into a sitting position, you notice the ground beneath you seems to be slowly shifting. It seems oddly soft and warm compared to a few moments ago. And ugh, the smell. It reeked of cheap diner coffee. As you bring your eyes up, you start squinting at the blurry mass in front of you. As the image comes into focus you forcefully blink again, and again.\n\n\tThe massive gray muzzle of the rat man looms above you. The giant pink nostrils exhale more of the captain's foul coffee breath over your miniaturized frame. It looks as if you're sitting in the palm of the rat's paw, mere inches away from his face. You dare to take a look directly in front of you, into the the rodent's maw. Even though it's barely open, it's enough to notice the yellow teeth glistening inside the black pit. Pieces of mulched doughnut are stuck between his teeth while crumbs and sugar powder still cover parts of his mouth and chin. He breaks into a wide grin, revealing the full rows of coffee stained ivory. The slick flesh inside goes into a spasm as the rat's tongue suddenly moves backwards. After a few seconds of anticipation, the fat captain relaxes his throat.\n\nBUUURAAAAAAAAAAAAP\n\n\tA piping hot pocket of stomach air envelops you. The stink of digested pastry and coffee permeates the air. As foul breath keeps pouring out, droplets of rat saliva are brought along, creating a literal rain of hot drool.\n\n \t\"I'm not going to feel sorry for ya lad.\" The giant's voice above booms. \"Ilegal cargo is a hell of a hefty fine, and my bottom line can't take it I'm afraid...\" His hand lowers, dropping you on his rotund gut. You bounce softly atop the pudgy mass, before grabbing on to a straining shirt button. \"But as ya little bug can plainly see, my waistline sure can! Bwahahahaha!\". The world bumps up and down as the enormous rodent burst into a hearty laugh. The button you were holding on suddenly pops, flying off into the distance. Grey fur starts protruding from the tear, barely contained by the fabric. Catching on to it, you stop yourself from sliding off. You can feel the flesh below you rumble. Pressing your ear against the rat's belly, you can hear his guts hard at work. Loud gluuurps and gloooorps are going off, seemingly non-stop.\n\nBEEEEP BEEEEP\n\n\tThe console lights up to signal an incoming transmission. The captain grabs you off the top of his belly. Getting a good grip on you while answering the call.\"You are clear to land, Hammer One. Runway four is free in 5 minutes, Over.\"\n\n\t\"Roger, control\" Answered the giant rat man. Switching the console off, he takes one last look at you. \"Welp, lad, it looks like this is it.\" From the inside of his palm, you see him reach into the open doughnut box, pulling out the half eaten cream pastry from earlier. His stubby fingers wrap firmly around you, before shoving you head first into the generous cream filling.\n\n\tThe sweet substance slams into your nose and mouth. You trash around, trying to free yourself, barely able to turn around to witness the last thing you would ever see. Your sweet prison is unceremoniously shoved into the rat's gaping maw. The enormous yellow teeth come chomping down somewhere behind you while his tongue wraps around the piece of food your tiny frame is lodged in. The world goes pitch black as the captain's pink lips seal you inside the fleshy cave. Breathing in, the acrid smell of digesting sweets and coffee hits you like a truck.\n\nSHLUCK...\nSLOOOORP...\nSHLUUUUURP...\n\n\tYou can't see them but you can hear the gnashing of the rodent's teeth around you. You gasp when something hot and wet brushes against your back. The giant's tongue wraps around the pocket of doughnut filling you're stuck in, before smothering it against his ridged palate. The slick muscle wriggles hard, smearing the sweet cream across the roof of the massive rat's maw, and you along with it. Nothing could really prepare you for what this would feel like. The warm and gooey appendage rubs hard against your front. It moves back and forth, each time coating you in more saliva. The thick white sugar coating slowly dissolves, until most of it lies liquefied at the back of the glutton's throat. A deep rumble emanates from behind as the captain moans softly from savoring his favorite foodstuff. For a brief moment you can see again as the massive maw opens. The tip of the rat's tongue rolls outwards, sweeping along the edge of the giant lips to gather the excess crumbs and filling, before receding back in. The jaws had made short work of the soft pastry, leaving behind only a pile of glistening wet mush. Darkness returns as the rodent's lips seal you off from the outside world once more.\n\n\tThe rat's tongue suddenly twists below you. There's nothing you can do as you fall back first into the hot pool of spit and sugar. You gasp for air right as the captain's tongue rolls sideways, scooping you up and pushing your whole body into a mound of doughnut mush. You sink deeper into the ball of food as the captain pushes it harder into his cheek. The gnashing starts again. Your heart flutters. These chompers can definitely end you there and then. You try to dig your way out, only for your hands to stop against the soft inside of the rodent's cheek.\n\nShluck,\nShluck,\nShluck...\n\n\tYou can feel the molars moving up and down next to you, crushing the last of the solid food before the inevitable drop down. You punch desperately against the soft flesh, barely any strength left in your body. Shluck. You fall backwards on the hard surface of a gigantic molar. The gnashing had stopped. You hear a low chuckle before light comes flooding back in your prison of ivory and flesh. What used to be a cream filled doughnut was now piled up in a glistening globe of mush at the back of the cavernous maw. In front was a bright pink tongue, lying flat like a carpet, pointing out of the captain's gaping maw.\n\n\tRolling off the slab of teeth onto the slimy appendage, you start crawling towards the light, and the promise of fresh aired freedom. As you reach the midpoint, the tongue tenses at it's crease, pushing upwards between your legs and smothering your cock and balls in a hot embrace. Even though you have been experiencing sheer terror, you couldn't help notice how hard you had been since this whole ordeal started. You look back, the ball of food is slowly sinking below the fat rat's slimy uvula. The flesh around it is tugging gently, ever pushing it downwards, towards the captain's greedy stomach.\n\n\tThe soft wet floor quivers as you inch forward towards the end of the rat man's muzzle. The edge of his pink lip is almost in your reach. You can almost smell the fresh air outside. That's when you see it, a giant pool of brown liquid in the giant's cup, pressed against his lower lip. You watch helplessly as the captain raises the cheap cardboard container, sending a river of lukewarm coffee rushing down his maw. You try to grab on to the slimy appendage below, but your puny frame is washed away like the crumb that you are. You tumble backwards in a giant wave of liquid until the back of your shoulders ram against the pile of wet mashed food. All you can see is the back of the rodent's tongue as it lifts itself, trapping you in as the liquid keeps rushing in.\n\nGLUUUG\n\n\n\n\tThe walls of his throat constrict behind you as you feel yourself dropping a few meters. The rat man had only swallowed half of his bite, leaving space to pour more of the energizing substance. You can feel the world titling as a deafening slurps fills your ears. The dark water rushes down into your pit of hot slop, mixing in until the semi-solid food becomes a smooth sludge. You flail your limbs as hard as you can, but the sludge keeps pulling you deeper and deeper. As you look up for the last time, hope finally fades. The rat's uvula is dangling far above you now. You punch and claw at the soft tissues before going limp. The light fades out for the last time.\nSatisfied that you fell for his little tease, the rotund captain's thoughts move on to more important things than breakfast. He smiles to himself as he tilts his head back, producing the strongest deliberate swallow he can.\n\nGLUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRCK\n\n\tImmense pressure manifests around you, pushing your puny frame into the tight entrance of the giant rodent's esophagus. The mushed doughnut is like a hot lubricant, adding texture when rubbing against you. You can't resist any longer as you grab your cock and stroke to the rhythm. His smooth digestive tube squeezes you rhythmically, down and down, perfectly wrapping around your form. The thumping of the captain's heart drums louder and louder. As you pass the vital organ on the way down, you feel it's beat rippling through the walls of flesh, adding to the already overwhelming sensation. The rumbling of the giant fattie's stomach grow louder and louder. Your journey seems to suddenly halt when your head hits some sort of blockage. Pushing your hands forward, you can feel the closed sphincter to the rat's digestive pit. Pressure is building up as all of the chewed food finds it's way down. You can no longer feel the fleshy tube, only mulched food building up as the way refuses to open. And yet the peristalsis never stops, pushing the hot slop around and against you. Massaging every crease in your body.\n\n\tThe captain places a hand on his belly, visibly in discomfort. He raises his legs up on his reclining seat and starts to stroke his large rounded belly. After a few moments, the pain dissipates. He exhales in relief. He could swear he felt the little guy move all the way through.\n\n\tRight as it felt your head would pop, the way suddenly opens, projecting your morsel of a body in a jet of mulched food. You tumble in complete blackness, as you attempt to swim to the surface.\n\n\tYou claw through the rolling sludge, tumbling over and over, until your head breaks the surface. You take your first breath since the rat captain had swallowed you up. Foul, acrid smells of coffee and... something much worse, fills your lungs. You cough for a bit, before being able to breathe normally again. After a minute or so, It wasn't as bad as you'd originally thought. A faint amount of light was seeping through, only giving hints and outlines. Your suspicions had been confirmed. The other half of the doughnut box was in here with you, and recently, from the looks of it. Digestion had yet to begin.\n\nGLUUUUURP\n\n\tThe sound makes you look up just in time to see the large sphincter open, releasing a waterfall of cheap coffee on top of you. Your puny body is sent tumbling in the hot pool of foodstuff. All you can feel is the intense heat as more and more liquid keeps getting poured inside your fleshy prison. You manage to gasp rancid air just in time for the pudgy rat's stomach to constricts hard, sending everything inside into a gurgling chaos. There aren't any pieces of food left now. They've been steadily dissolving ever since you permanently disappeared into the captain's guts. Sticking your arms inside a nearby crevice, you try and hold on to the walls in an attempt to steady yourself.\n\nGLOOOORP\nThe crack tightens around your wrist, sucking you into the fold of flesh. It quivers against you, squeezing you tight, trying to break you down like the food that you are. You can feel something brush lightly on the other side. The giant rat's paws are rubbing the area outside, giving the occasional pat. The captain had found the ruitual soothing, letting him digest especially bothersome meals. 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Written by Tyleb
Art Thumbnail by Izzy
*(This is a reformatted preview of a work in progress interactive story)

\tA rude awakening? No. This was not rude. Rude is when your neighbor decides to mow the grass at six in the morning on a Sunday. This is a damned catastrophe. Your head is aching bad, probably from the high speed collision it just had with the glass pane of your stasis pod.  The room is shaking violently too. Bright orange light is flickering madly around the room like some kind of wildfire. You manage to pull yourself up on your ass, only to realize how apt that comparison had been. A literal blaze was outside the canopy window on the opposing wall.

\tNone of it makes sense. The last thing you remembered was... Jack shit. Well, you know who you are and where you were not long ago, but there was clearly a gap somewhere. This was some sort of cargo bay, as far as you could tell. There are crates strewn about a metal room, the walls on each side are lined with oval canopy windows, not unlike those on a commercial airplane. The bright lights finally subside as the rattle dies down, returning the area to a relative calm. You decide to pay closer attention to the pod you're currently lying in. It was definitely familiar. Even though it was foggy, you clearly remembered climbing in here of your own will, although in a very different place.

You climb out of the metal tube, tentatively placing your two feet on solid ground. Nausea immediately crawls up from your stomach and into the back of your throat. It feels as though you haven't stretched your legs for a week. You walk slowly towards the row of windows, grabbing on to anything in arms reach to make up for your numb legs.

\tPeaking outside the canopy, you witness an unending sea of clouds. They have varying shades of browns, from dark mocha to milky chocolate. You can see a man made structure floating in the distance, like a raft in the eye of a storm. Moving in closer, you try to make out what's on the ground, but only see more layers of cloud. Something feels very off.

\tA loud click erupts from a PA system. The sound of static and heavy breathing lingers for a while before booming. "Hey ho! This is d'ah captin speakin." There's an uncomfortable pause while the sound of someone slurping a liquid fills the air.  "Ahhh, anyways, listen up lads! We're hitting customs in less than fifteen minutes. Everythin' better be in order down there!"

\tThe PA system clicks again, leaving the room ominously quiet, with the exception of the occasional creaking and whining of the old cargo bay. You can hear footsteps coming from the only corridor leading our of the room. The thought of asking for help crosses your mind, but you figure it's best to wait until you know more to reveal yourself. Your legs are finally waking up as you walk back towards the open pod. A tremor sends you falling face first on the floor, the nervous sound of rattling metal explodes inside the tightly packed room. “Damn turbulence.” You can't help but spit out as you grasp at some nearby crates to get you back up on your feet. You can feel your heart sink as soon as your eyes land back on the pod. The damn thing had snapped shut. You try to get it open again but you have no idea how to open it. The footsteps from before are getting uncomfortably close. It looks like you'll have to find some other way to avoid attention.

\tThe footsteps are just around the corner. Thinking fast, you throw yourself under a dusty pile of cloth and lie in wait. You peak through a hole in the fabric to witness two crewman walking to the front of the broken crate. They're not armed, not that it matters much. The first one would probably be eight feet tall if he wasn't hunched to fit through the corridors. He was human like, except for the tail, with extremely gaunt limbs and features. He might have seemed weak, even, had he not been wearing some kind of mechanical exo-suit. Next to him was a bulky reptilian man with dark green scales. He was much shorter than the other guy, but easily made up for it in muscle.

\tThe gaunt one gives the broken crate a kick. "God dammit man! I told you. This shit needs to be DOUBLE strapped."

\tThe reptile seemed unphased. "Calm your skinny ass down. Customs don't give a crap if it's broke."

\t"I'm not talking about customs." The other replied. "You know what happened to the last guy the captain got pissed at."

\t"Ugh, fine, fine!" The reptilian man sighs as he walks towards you, scanning the cargo bay for something, before locking his eye's in your direction. "Here, gimme a hand with this tarp. The captain's too much of a lazy bastard. He won't bother looking if it's covered."

\tYour muscles freeze in terror as the crewman legs stop inches away from your face. You can't even make a sound as the large blanket gets swooped in the air, leaving you out in the open, jaws agape and dumbstruck. You try leaping past him but a strong grip pulls on your left shoulder. It only takes a moment before he's got you pinned with your back against his bulky chest.

\t"Whoooa hoo there! Not so fast buddy." The lizard tightens his grip around you and lifts, effortlessly sweeping you off the ground and turning towards the other crewman. "Hey, look! We got oursleves a stowaway!"

\t"Hey, let me go!" You squirm but to no avail, this guy's biceps are almost as thick as your chest.

\t"Shuuuush you!" The gaunt figure runs in closer, shoving a hand over your mouth. You can smell the oily metallic aroma coming from his suit.

\tA loud click echoes inside the cargo bay. The PA system erupts again, this time with heavy breathing, interspersed with the sounds of lips smacking and a loud gulp. "What the hell's taking so long. Answer me, Hibs!"

\tThe gaunt human man makes an uncomfortable grimace, before looking you straight in the eyes and placing an index on his lips. "Not a word, understand?" He removes his hand off your mouth, before walking over to an intercom panel and hitting a switch."Heya boss, Hibs here, everything's fine, were just double checking alright?"

\tYou scream as hard as you can. "Heeeeelp! Let me go!"

\tThe lizard manages to pull one of his hands over your mouth but it's too late. Your voice managed to get heard through the ship's PA system.

\t"What's going on down there Hibs. You know the rule, freeloaders get presented to the captain." You can hear a deep chuckle echo throughout the room. "Chop chop! My office, now!"

CLICK

\tThe gaunt man flips the switch on the intercom before slowly turning his head to look at you. "Whoever you are, congratulations. You just fucked yourself." He sighs before addressing his partner. "C'mon, you bring him up. I still got this mess to clean up."

\tThe lizard man nods before lifting you up again. Struggle as hard as you might, there's no escaping. After getting manhandled through a flight of stairs and down a creaking corridor, you finally arrive at a half open metal door leading to what looks like a flight deck. The inside is a mess. A trash can is overflowing with empty coffee cups and wrappers of all kinds. Sitting in the center of the room is who you assume is the captain. The rodent hybrid was four and a half feet tall, with dirty grey fur and somewhat long muzzle. His oversized gut was hanging over his belt. You could see the buttons of his shirt straining under the pressure. As for his jacket, it was left unzipped. Clearly he had out-girted it over time. His captain's chair looked remarkably comfy. The metal frame had been covered in puffy red leather pillows. There was a cup holder with a mostly filled cup o' joe. A console to his right had been turned into a makeshift table, a half empty box of doughnuts with crumbs scattered everywhere, mostly on the captain himself. Next to the console was an odd looking rifle with the inscription "Emc-R17" clearly etched on the side.

\t"Oh oh oooh!" The rat swivels his seat around to face you, half of a cream-filled doughnut in his left hand. He takes a large bite out of it before throwing the pastry back into it's box. "Niche wittle waddie you got there." He rubs his paws in excitement as he finishes swallowing his food. "My my! He looks whole too! Aye, this is a good mornin' after all!"

\tYou look up at the reptile and only manage to say, "Umm... Whole?". Their attitudes towards you are puzzling at best. What he's saying  might not make sense, but it doesn't take a genius to figure out this isn't good. The captain gives a solid push off the ground, sending his chair swivelling 360 degrees, grabbing the rifle and pointing it directly at you in a single motion. Your muscles tense as a surge of adrenaline course through you. You kick your legs forward as hard as you can, trying to knock your captor off balance, but he's already anticipated your panicked reaction by holding tighter."Hold'im still ya green oaf or I'm sending you down with 'im." The rat spat as he took aim, a wide grin on his face.

THOOOOOOOM

\tA blue beam bursts from the tip and hits you square in the chest. The reptile's grip grows weaker and weaker. The initial shock fades as you realize there is no pain. You try to scream but all sounds are oddly muted. All that's left is an ominous thumping in your ears. It's as if your very essence is getting sucked out of you. You fall to your knees as you lose even the most basic energy to stand upright. You're in free fall, yet your feet and hands are planted firmly on the ground. Your senses are overwhelmed by the contradiction, and your vision fades to black.

\tIt feels as though your eyelids are attached to a brick. It takes all the effort you can muster to pry them open. Pushing yourself into a sitting position, you notice the ground beneath you seems to be slowly shifting. It seems oddly soft and warm compared to a few moments ago. And ugh, the smell. It reeked of cheap diner coffee. As you bring your eyes up, you start squinting at the blurry mass in front of you. As the image comes into focus you forcefully blink again, and again.

\tThe massive gray muzzle of the rat man looms above you. The giant pink nostrils exhale more of the captain's foul coffee breath over your miniaturized frame. It looks as if you're sitting in the palm of the rat's paw, mere inches away from his face. You dare to take a look directly in front of you, into the the rodent's maw. Even though it's barely open, it's enough to notice the yellow teeth glistening inside the black pit. Pieces of mulched doughnut are stuck between his teeth while crumbs and sugar powder still cover parts of his mouth and chin. He breaks into a wide grin, revealing the full rows of coffee stained ivory. The slick flesh inside goes into a spasm as the rat's tongue suddenly moves backwards. After a few seconds of anticipation, the fat captain relaxes his throat.

BUUURAAAAAAAAAAAAP

\tA piping hot pocket of stomach air envelops you. The stink of digested pastry and coffee permeates the air. As foul breath keeps pouring out, droplets of rat saliva are brought along, creating a literal rain of hot drool.

 \t"I'm not going to feel sorry for ya lad." The giant's voice above booms. "Ilegal cargo is a hell of a hefty fine, and my bottom line can't take it I'm afraid..." His hand lowers, dropping you on his rotund gut. You bounce softly atop the pudgy mass, before grabbing on to a straining shirt button. "But as ya little bug can plainly see, my waistline sure can! Bwahahahaha!". The world bumps up and down as the enormous rodent burst into a hearty laugh. The button you were holding on suddenly pops, flying off into the distance. Grey fur starts protruding from the tear, barely contained by the fabric. Catching on to it, you stop yourself from sliding off. You can feel the flesh below you rumble. Pressing your ear against the rat's belly, you can hear his guts hard at work. Loud gluuurps and gloooorps are going off, seemingly non-stop.

BEEEEP BEEEEP

\tThe console lights up to signal an incoming transmission. The captain grabs you off the top of his belly. Getting a good grip on you while answering the call."You are clear to land, Hammer One. Runway four is free in 5 minutes, Over."

\t"Roger, control" Answered the giant rat man. Switching the console off, he takes one last look at you.  "Welp, lad, it looks like this is it." From the inside of his palm, you see him reach into the open doughnut box, pulling out the half eaten cream pastry from earlier. His stubby fingers wrap firmly around you, before shoving you head first into the generous cream filling.

\tThe sweet substance slams into your nose and mouth. You trash around, trying to free yourself, barely able to turn around to witness the last thing you would ever see. Your sweet prison is unceremoniously shoved into the rat's gaping maw. The enormous yellow teeth come chomping down somewhere behind you while his tongue wraps around the piece of food your tiny frame is lodged in. The world goes pitch black as the captain's pink lips seal you inside the fleshy cave. Breathing in, the acrid smell of digesting sweets and coffee hits you like a truck.

SHLUCK...
SLOOOORP...
SHLUUUUURP...

\tYou can't see them but you can hear the gnashing of the rodent's teeth around you. You gasp when something hot and wet brushes against your back. The giant's tongue wraps around the pocket of doughnut filling you're stuck in, before smothering it against his ridged palate. The slick muscle wriggles hard, smearing the sweet cream across the roof of the massive rat's maw, and you along with it. Nothing could really prepare you for what this would feel like. The warm and gooey appendage rubs hard against your front. It moves back and forth, each time coating you in more saliva. The thick white sugar coating slowly dissolves, until most of it lies liquefied at the back of the glutton's throat. A deep rumble emanates from behind as the captain moans softly from savoring his favorite foodstuff. For a brief moment you can see again as the massive maw opens. The tip of the rat's tongue rolls outwards, sweeping along the edge of the giant lips to gather the excess crumbs and filling, before receding back in. The jaws had made short work of the soft pastry, leaving behind only a pile of glistening wet mush. Darkness returns as the rodent's lips seal you off from the outside world once more.

\tThe rat's tongue suddenly twists below you. There's nothing you can do as you fall back first into the hot pool of spit and sugar. You gasp for air right as the captain's tongue rolls sideways, scooping you up and pushing your whole body into a mound of doughnut mush. You sink deeper into the ball of food as the captain pushes it harder into his cheek. The gnashing starts again. Your heart flutters. These chompers can definitely end you there and then. You try to dig your way out, only for your hands to stop against the soft inside of the rodent's cheek.

Shluck,
Shluck,
Shluck...

\tYou can feel the molars moving up and down next to you, crushing the last of the solid food before the inevitable drop down. You punch desperately against the soft flesh, barely any strength left in your body. Shluck. You fall backwards on the hard surface of a gigantic molar. The gnashing had stopped. You hear a low chuckle before light comes flooding back in your prison of ivory and flesh. What used to be a cream filled doughnut was now piled up in a glistening globe of mush at the back of the cavernous maw. In front was a bright pink tongue, lying flat like a carpet, pointing out of the captain's gaping maw.

\tRolling off the slab of teeth onto the slimy appendage, you start crawling towards the light, and the promise of fresh aired freedom. As you reach the midpoint, the tongue tenses at it's crease, pushing upwards between your legs and smothering your cock and balls in a hot embrace. Even though you have been experiencing sheer terror, you couldn't help notice how hard you had been since this whole ordeal started. You look back, the ball of food is slowly sinking below the fat rat's slimy uvula. The flesh around it is tugging gently, ever pushing it downwards, towards the captain's greedy stomach.

\tThe soft wet floor quivers as you inch forward towards the end of the rat man's muzzle. The edge of his pink lip is almost in your reach. You can almost smell the fresh air outside. That's when you see it, a giant pool of brown liquid in the giant's cup, pressed against his lower lip. You watch helplessly as the captain raises the cheap cardboard container, sending a river of lukewarm coffee rushing down his maw. You try to grab on to the slimy appendage below, but your puny frame is washed away like the crumb that you are. You tumble backwards in a giant wave of liquid until the back of your shoulders ram against the pile of wet mashed food. All you can see is the back of the rodent's tongue as it lifts itself, trapping you in as the liquid keeps rushing in.

GLUUUG



\tThe walls of his throat constrict behind you as you feel yourself dropping a few meters. The rat man had only swallowed half of his bite, leaving space to pour more of the energizing substance. You can feel the world titling as a deafening slurps fills your ears. The dark water rushes down into your pit of hot slop, mixing in until the semi-solid food becomes a smooth sludge. You flail your limbs as hard as you can, but the sludge keeps pulling you deeper and deeper. As you look up for the last time, hope finally fades. The rat's uvula is dangling far above you now. You punch and claw at the soft tissues before going limp. The light fades out for the last time.
Satisfied that you fell for his little tease, the rotund captain's thoughts move on to more important things than breakfast. He smiles to himself as he tilts his head back, producing the strongest deliberate swallow he can.

GLUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRCK

\tImmense pressure manifests around you, pushing your puny frame into the tight entrance of the giant rodent's esophagus. The mushed doughnut is like a hot lubricant, adding texture when rubbing against you. You can't resist any longer as you grab your cock and stroke to the rhythm. His smooth digestive tube squeezes you rhythmically, down and down, perfectly wrapping around your form. The thumping of the captain's heart drums louder and louder. As you pass the vital organ on the way down, you feel it's beat rippling through the walls of flesh, adding to the already overwhelming sensation. The rumbling of the giant fattie's stomach grow louder and louder. Your journey seems to suddenly halt when your head hits some sort of blockage. Pushing your hands forward, you can feel the closed sphincter to the rat's digestive pit. Pressure is building up as all of the chewed food finds it's way down. You can no longer feel the fleshy tube, only mulched food building up as the way refuses to open. And yet the peristalsis never stops, pushing the hot slop around and against you. Massaging every crease in your body.

\tThe captain places a hand on his belly, visibly in discomfort. He raises his legs up on his reclining seat and starts to stroke his large rounded belly. After a few moments, the pain dissipates. He exhales in relief. He could swear he felt the little guy move all the way through.

\tRight as it felt your head would pop, the way suddenly opens, projecting your morsel of a body in a jet of mulched food. You tumble in complete blackness, as you attempt to swim to the surface.

\tYou claw through the rolling sludge, tumbling over and over, until your head breaks the surface. You take your first breath since the rat captain had swallowed you up.  Foul, acrid smells of coffee and... something much worse, fills your lungs. You cough for a bit, before being able to breathe normally again. After a minute or so, It wasn't as bad as you'd originally thought. A faint amount of light was seeping through, only giving hints and outlines. Your suspicions had been confirmed. The other half of the doughnut box was in here with you, and recently, from the looks of it. Digestion had yet to begin.

GLUUUUURP

\tThe sound makes you look up just in time to see the large sphincter open, releasing a waterfall of cheap coffee on top of you. Your puny body is sent tumbling in the hot pool of foodstuff. All you can feel is the intense heat as more and more liquid keeps getting poured inside your fleshy prison. You manage to gasp rancid air just in time for the pudgy rat's stomach to constricts hard, sending everything inside into a gurgling chaos. There aren't any pieces of food left now. They've been steadily dissolving ever since you permanently disappeared into the captain's guts. Sticking your arms inside a nearby crevice, you try and hold on to the walls in an attempt to steady yourself.

GLOOOORP
The crack tightens around your wrist, sucking you into the fold of flesh. It quivers against you, squeezing you tight, trying to break you down like the food that you are. You can feel something brush lightly on the other side. The giant rat's paws are rubbing the area outside, giving the occasional pat. The captain had found the ruitual soothing, letting him digest especially bothersome meals. The walls begin to shake harder and harder...



BUUUURRAAAAAAAAAP

Your body is ejected violently into the hot goop as the last of the air is pushed out of the rodent's body. You kick and kick, flailing your arms at the rat's sphincter. You can feel the stomach's chyme begin it's work on you. After a moment, you finally fade out of consciousness as your body is churned and slowly absorbed inside the rat's gut.



THE END


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