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©Tsumi '10 Gloom © Himself

WARNING; SCAT BENEATH THE ASTERISKS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

The pelting of heavy rain continued. Battering the age-worn roof of the barn the bat had sheltered in, it had been on-going almost all day. His pleasing flight through the cool morning air quickly halted as the murky grey skies had warned him with a gentle shower, which had steadily gotten heavier. The bat had been lucky to find the farm at all when he had, the rain so heavy when he landed he could barely see for the water in his eyes. The heavy barn door slightly ajar had been almost too heavy to wedge open, but finally, Gloom had managed and ducked himself inside.

He had since then, spent the better portion of the day nursing his long tongue along his arms, trying to wring the water from his sopping fur, to help dry himself and keep warm. Winter storms were never kind. Momentarily, the bat cursed his misfortune with opting to wear his usual outfit.. his tight fishnet shirt, clasped about his neck by a red leather collar, and a pair of exquisitely hip and leg-hugging latex pants. He would not have had room to complain about his legs being cold, were it not for his toes wriggling from the ends of his lace-up boots, chilly even as he wriggled them to remind himself that they were still alive.

Settled atop a mound of straw, the bat shivered, wrapping his arms, and subsequently, his wings about himself to try and ward away the chilly air, splaying his large ears, one pierced thrice with safety pins. But for all the warmth he found within his wings, the slim fleshy membranes touched far more cold air than he escaped from, leaving him shivering ever worse.

He was not alone however, in the rickety barn, the odd stalls here or there where would normally be housed a number of animals.. horses, cattle most likely all seemed empty, save for one. Inside, a hefty mound of faintly fuzz-covered flesh. It had barely stirred all the while the bat had been inside with it, and it was not until Gloom found himself sneezing, that it jerked and raised it's large, snouted head. It was a pig. And a monster of a pig at that, as Gloom looked over the source of movement. It's head, easily larger than his entire torso. The Hog wriggled it's large nose, almost similar to Gloom's own nose-leaf, snorting In the air of the barn, before with tremendous effort, it eased to it's feet, and nosed open it's unlocked pen-gate.

The bat stared, as the huge Porker trundled towards him with curious snuffles and bewilderment on it's slightly tilted head as it took in this stranger in it's home. Blinking as it approached, not, as he'd worried, violent or angry, Gloom raised his hands softly. "There, there.. Nice piggy." He murmured hesitantly, finding himself swallowing as his eyes took in the enourmous size of the critter.. surely the thing must have weighed hundreds of kilos.. Enough pork and bacon on the thing to last a year! His musings were cut short as the Hog trodded closer and snuffled it's broad, slightly slick nose among the bat's wing-hands, nosing in a rather affectionate manner. Had it seen him shivering..?

The bat found himself smiling sheepishly at the pig's continued nosings, and eager grunts, as if greeting him, inviting him to stay as long as he would like in it's home. In turn, he gave a hug about the Swine's head, savouring the warmth of the other living creature. And warm it was indeed. Especially it's billowing breath as it snorted against his still matted fish-net clad chest fur. The bat would have been quite contented to stay in that position, deriving warmth from the large form, before he felt the most alien sensation of something broad, slick and hot slathering his torso from belly, to chest and up to his chin.

Gasping as the pig's head drew back, the bat looked down at the broad line of upturned fur where the Hog had licked him. His fur matted with a thicker slime. Swallowing again, the bat blushed as the hog watched him with its beady black eyes, grunting as it leant it'self in for another lick of the smaller frame. Gloom gave a chirrup of mingling shock, pleasure and fright at that tongue matting more of his fur, up to his neck, before he raised his hands, blushing deeply as he tried to push the pig's muzzle back. "Hey..! That's enough!" He uttered, with a wavering tone in his voice. His heart was racing and his breathing was heightened. The pig's only response was a wet slathering of his tongue over those dexterous hands, before it raised its head, and yawned before the bat, letting the chiropteran stare into its maw, framed with slightly yellowed teeth and that long tongue that had graced the bat's fur. Beyond, a thick pit of darkened flesh that Gloom found himself staring into unwillingly, shivering far worse than the cold had made him.

The pig seemed to take the Bat's silent hesitation as ascent, and with those hands poised in the air before it, it slid it's hefty maw over them, folding the wings back quite easily as it trotted forward. The sight of his arms passing over that hot tongue and compacting into the grunting, slick gullet ahead brought Gloom from his trance, as he gasped and shook his head again. "Ah..! B-bad pig! Let me go..!" He yelped out, trying to pull back, at the same time the pig walked forward, and further swallowed! The tight, slimey flesh compacted, and rather stronger than the bat's attempt, drew Gloom forward into those jaws, his arms sliding further in, until his head squished over the Pig's tongue, and it's thick, hot and stale breath billowed about him. Scrambling his legs, the bat tried to lift his booted feet to push at the porker's thick hide, but could barely find any purchase, fighting against the powerful, and eager, gluttonous swallows of the Hog as it so-simply, swallowed him deeper.

To say the least of what the pig was doing to him, it was warm. Well, it was hot, -very- hot. Almost enough to have the bat sweating and panting in the thick flesh as it squished slimily around him, drawing him ever deeper. His legs forced away from the pig, and starting to straighten out as Gloom's torso and belly slid beyond those gaping jaws, to vanish into the pig. It's hot and powerful tongue jostled his hips as they were pulled in with great ease. The slick material of his pants making his ingestion only easier as the Hog tossed it's head back, swallowing greedily.

All through his trip, poor Gloom cried out as best he could. Whether for help, or for the pig to stop, it was hard to say, but the former was most unlikely, as the sound of his voice barely made it beyond the thick flesh of the pig's body, let alone outside the barn with the heavy rain drowning out noise quite effectively. His legs, thrashing and squirming, were slowly subdued as the pig sat back heavily in a piteous attempt at getting gravity on its side in the tug of war with its food. It was barely needed though, as it's immensely strong throat soon packed Gloom down beyond a tight ring of flesh into an acrid, looser pit of stale, rank air, the walls churning in a most ominous way as he emptied into it. That stomach smoothly distended, as the pigs jaws slid over the tightly laced leather covering it's meal's lower legs, and finally, with a clop, it's pointed jaws closed over the wriggling toes of its meal, sealing him away wholly with a sing, powerful, final swallow.

Thick, undulating waves of rippling flesh and saliva packed the bat deeper into that gut. Distending it steadily as the Hog grunted it's approval of it's once-again filled stomach, before it lay aside, savouring the squirming of the bat within.

Packed within the pig's belly, Gloom gasped in the steamy heat of that belly, unable to see his wing-hands before his face for how dark it was. The thick, wet churning, and the low steady thump of the Hog's heartbeat about him was little comfort in his predicament. The bat whimpering as he ran his hands anxiously along the churning walls. Trying to find his way back out, as the walls tingled in a most bizarre manner. "Pig..! Bad pig!! Let me out!" the bat cried desperately. "I'm not food! Pig!" But sated from its glutting, the pig heard, and understood nothing of it's anxiously squirming meal. Rather like the short humans it had treated to the same fate bare days before. The farmer was still looking for them..

Fear had instilled it'self strongly within the bat as he lay in place. The hot walls, constantly moving like a sea of rippling hands, kneading over him making it impossible to find the way he'd came in.. Shivering, Gloom tugged the waist of his sleek pants down, wrapping a wing-hand snuggly about his aching bat-hood.. The trip in, while terrifying, had been a constant tease on his tightly packed arousal, that tongue had teased him terribly.. and he wasn't going to become food without at least one last Orgasm. Tightly packed, he had little room to work, but he stroked firmly, swiftly in the heating environment, feeling his fur and skin tingling as he whimpered, moaning and tensing.. Intense in his final moments and pushed by the realization that he was pig-food, the bat arched and cried out as he painted over his face and torso with his personal flavor of bad-seed, shuddering and groaning as he slowly relaxed back. The walls crushing in firmly as the pig belched long and hard, emptying his belly of air. It's meal continued kicking and squirming, frantically for a few more moments, before finally, it stilled, permitting the hog to sleep, as it's belly, with a heavy gurgling churn, began its job of melting the bat into more thick paunch to blanket it against the cold.

Rousing from it's sleep, the pig grunted, opening it's eyes and awkwardly staggering to it's feet. It seemed to get harder and harder to move after big meals like these.. Snuffling about the empty stall, the Hog trundled it's way to the Barn door and gave a hopeful nosing through it. The rain had since stopped, and the sun even peeked through the slowly parting clouds. With a firm nudge of it's head, the Pig barged the door open, and waddled out into the muddy yard beyond the Barn. On, over to a corner, thickly piled with refuse, the great beast stooped and bore down, feeling a most pleasing sensation of release as it squeezed free a long, heated steaming log. Wriggling it's nose pleasedly, the pig grunted again, working out inch after inch, foot after foot of the tightly packed, brown sludge. Unrecognisable for what, or who it once was, save the odd fleck of pale tan and purple fur here or there.

It's task continued on a number of minutes longer, before with a great sigh, it finished it's ponderous task, and looked back a moment to the almost too-neatly coiled pile of shit, before the sound of a door opening and heavy boots tromping into the yard, over towards the barn brought the pig's beady eyes towards the farmer. Breakfast had arrived.