Dinner With a Friend
Warning: Graphic digestion ahead.
I yawned and scratched my furry blue head, eyes focused on the TV screen in front of me. There was a pretty good movie on: a young pup had lost his way in the woods and was searching desperately for a way out. He'd already scraped by a few close shaves with hungry predators, but there were those willing to help him and guide him on his way, too. When he happened across a cozy house in the murkiest part of the woods, he made the mistake of trusting the creature who lived there and all didn't seem to be well for the little pup.
I could tell that the movie was about to get interesting when I heard a growl behind me and my ears perked upwards. I turned in my seat on the couch but there was no one behind me, and so I shrugged and turned back around. Maybe I was just hearing things, anticipating what would happen next in the movie. To my surprise, there was now a large, blue, kangaroo Saiyan standing there. His tail swished energetically behind him and he shuffled excitedly on his two large feetpaws.
I sighed. Of course Lil' Joey would be here. I had invited my friend over for dinner and we were going to try out this new BBQ place down the street, but I didn't expect him to arrive so quickly. He looked impatient, the fur on his head ruffled, as though he had been fiddling with it, and his body was in a constant, fluid motion as he shifted around. Furthermore, he was blocking the TV screen. "Hey there, Joey!" I called out with fake enthusiasm. "It's great to see you, bud. Do you mind, uh, moving to the side a bit?"
Lil' Joey just stared at me intently, acting as though he hadn't heard a word I said. He licked his lips.
Maybe the kangaroo didn't get it. I leaned to my side, trying to see around his big, blue body. Joey grinned down at me and my obvious disgruntlement. "I'm hungry," he said at last, and his tail raised a little higher as it continued to swing, tick tock, like a clock, counting down the seconds to dinnertime.
"Why don't you go find something to eat, then," I suggested, straining to see a small portion of the screen now visible over his shoulder.
"But it's right in front of me!" he insisted, and he licked my face, his large, pink tongue sliding from my chin upwards until I had to close my eyes and take my attention off the TV screen to keep the wet slobber out of them. I knew what Joey wanted now, and it didn't look like I was going to be able to finish my movie.
I turned my head and looked right into his hungry, green eyes. "Is there something on my face?" I asked innocently, as though I hadn't figured out who was going to be his meal for the night. He smiled and shook his head.
"You're tasty," he said without a hint of pretense, and I squirmed a little as he grasped both of my arms and held me tight.
I looked around. "Well, uh, I'm flattered, you know. I really am. But we need to get going soon . . . remember Bob's BBQ -"
The words were knocked out of me as Joey pinned me to the couch, pushing me over like I was nothing. He sat on top of my stomach and poked a finger deep into my chest, and I meeped softly when I felt his empty stomach growl in anticipation of its meal. The vibration ran right up my spine and made me shudder. "The only place you're going is my gut," he snickered, and my blue ears flattened tight to my head. He opened his large, glowing maw wide and prepared to stuff me inside.
I held up a hand. "W-wait!" I stammered, glancing to my side. "Can't I make . . . one last request?" The hungry predator looked down at me with exasperation and closed his mouth a little bit.
"What do you want?" he asked resentfully, not very happy to be kept waiting a moment longer than his instincts told him he should. His tail smacked the couch as I summoned up the strength to ask my question, taking as long a time as I could without making him angry.
"Can you . . . tell me what happens in the movie?"
Joey looked incredulously at me and promptly shoved me into his mouth. I heard a loud, growling murr coming from all sides of me, and I frowned a little as I was pushed into the soft tongue, which tasted all over my face. "Drat," I muttered as my head slid towards the entrance to his throat, which glowed a faint green so that I could see all around me. The uvula smacked into my face and I sputtered. I could hear large gulping sounds coming from deep below and I knew it wouldn't take long until I was completely surrounded by a warm, pulsing, beating chamber. I would be nothing but food, for a while, fueling my friend from the inside until there was nothing left of me. I was in for a wild ride. My tail wagged a little on the outside.
I really didn't mind being eaten: I never did. The show I had put on earlier was just for fun, and I loosened the tension in my body and succumbed to my predator friend's grip. I grinned guiltily as my snout touched the back of his throat and let out a burst of breath as my face was covered in warm drool. I knew I wouldn't have long to enjoy this, and I planned to do so every bit of the way.
Lil' Joey ran his tongue happily across my chest and belly, and I wiggled at the feeling, hoping I tasted good enough. Apparently I did, because Joey moaned with appreciation and gave me a light, playful nibble. I wiggled in response, playing the part of an active and satisfying meal. I enjoyed it, and I could tell Joey did, too. We were both having a great time. My face grew a little warm, warmer than it already was as Joey's tongue continued to explore his willing meal. I felt a new sensation fill my mind but it only lasted a moment before Joey pushed gently behind my tail and gravity started to pull me down into his belly.
The throat continued to glow a bright green, and it got brighter as I fell further into its depths. For a while I was practically blinded and had to judge my process by feeling the sides of the throat with the palms of my handpaws. Thankfully there wasn't much to see besides the endless muscle that was all around me, beautiful in its own way but constant and unchanging. I wondered what it was that exuded this bright color: I had seen plenty of vorings in my time, but this was unique. I'd heard tales of glowing throats, but I'd never actually seen one in person and so this was kind of a treat in its own right. The color had a certain tang to it, and I could practically taste myself just seeing it bounce off my skin and fur. Of course that was silly, but I wondered if the glowing buds altered the taste of me at all. I was so distracted by thoughts like these that I almost didn't realize I had come to the end of my friend's throat passageway and had started to spill out into his belly.
There was still a greeninsh glow here, but not as blinding. Maybe my eyes had already adjusted to the bright light, but the view was comforting. I settled into the inviting stomach walls and felt like I was part of something greater than myself. I felt the last of me on the outside reach Joey's lips and I closed my eyes as Joey closed his mouth around my feetpaws and did away with them. My paws and tail fell into the belly with a splash and I was finally incased completely inside. I raised a handpaw and felt at the walls, and a feeling of pressure answered back. Lil' Joey was patting his belly from the outside, and I smiled.
There was a few moments of quiet before the storm as the stomach relaxed in preparation for the work ahead of it. I could hear his obvious sounds of pleasure coming from the outside and I waited a little before speaking up. This was the last chance I'd get to talk with Joey for a while.
". . . So? Was I good?" I asked hopefully, wanting to have been as great a meal for my friend as I could.
Joey's petting intensified. "Mmm . . . delicious," he said, and by the sounds he was making I could tell he meant it. My tail wagged again, but there wasn't much room for it to go anywhere. Even though the belly was big and spacious, there still wasn't a lot of room for me. I filled it up almost completely, but I didn't mind.
I relaxed again and waited. After a while I felt him shift to the side, and then l I heard his voice reverberating through the stomach walls.
"By the way," he said. "In the movie, the cub ended up staying in the weird house. He and the wolf who lived there ended up becoming great friends, and the cub eventually trusted the wolf enough to let him eat him. Then they became even better friends. It was a pretty happy ending." He poked me lightly.
I grinned. ". . . and they lived happily ever after. Thanks for telling me, Joey." I didn't mention that I had already seen the movie three times, and I practically knew it by heart. There was no way he could know that, what with the scene I had made earlier, but it didn't matter.
Joey grunted in acknowledgement and then was quiet again. That was all the conversation Lil' Joey and I had before the stomach began to work. It started slow, a light rumble below me, as though it was hungry again, but then it picked up speed and started to work me down. I was tossed around and massaged like just another piece of food for it to take care of, and it felt great because I knew that that was all that I was. It felt like I was being treated with extra special care, like I was a top priority, and I wondered if I had Joey to thank for that. I laughed quietly. Of course I did.
The stomach continued to rock and beat as though it were trying to put me to sleep, and I almost did just that, but I stopped myself. I enjoyed the treatment too much to let myself sleep, and I forced myself to stay awake through it all. I opened my eyes and saw the acids pouring into the stomach and pooling up around me. For a split second I almost jumped, but that was just instinctual. I knew what was going to happen and I was not afraid. I invited the fluid to pour in and cover my body, and I could feel the acids rising, rising from below me until I was almost completely submerged. There was a small pocket of air at the very top of the stomach and I situated myself so that I could breathe whatever was left there.
I knew that it wouldn't be long before I depleted my source of oxygen, but it didn't matter because my body was already starting to break down. My fur deteriorated, fizzling away into nothingness until I was left completely exposed, naked in my friend's belly. I knew there was no one around to see me but that didn't stop me from blushing again.
With nothing left to cover me the stomach acid started to eat away at my skin. It was kind of a weird, tingly feeling, hard to explain but pleasurable all the same. It didn't hurt. It felt nice, as though I was being buffered up like a trophy and treated to a very sensual massage.
I winced as I started to bleed out into the stomach.
My veins were bursting, one by one until the pool that surrounded me grew red. It was a very strange thing to be surrounded by my own blood, knowing that I should be in inscrutable pain but instead reveling in the feeling. I noticed how the color was a little offputting, a mixture of dark red combined with the light green that was still being produced by Joey's stomach, and I wondered once again if the taste of me was affected at all by the light. Could Joey taste me still, in the depths of his stomach? I didn't have much time to think about that because the little air I had left was disappearing as the additional fluid made up of blood filled the rest of the stomach.
Now I was floating around in a weird, test tube-like state, only semi-conscious now, surrounded by what was basically me floating around in pieces. I was proud to be able to last this long, but I knew that my trip was at its end. I had only a few more seconds to hope, once again, that I had been a great meal, the greatest ever, and I blacked out with a smile on my face. Or, at least, what was left of it.
On the outside, still lying on the couch and rubbing softly at his busy belly, Lil' Joey was dozing peacefully. This had been one of his best meals ever, and he was happy. Suddenly, a pocket of gas was expelled out of his stomach and began to travel upwards through his esophagus. Completely unaware, Joey continued to doze until his eyes shot open and his maw opened wide. A deep, reverberating belch erupted from his lips, slobber flying everywhere, and the room was filled with sound for a few seconds. Eyes already drifting shut again, Joey rubbed circles on his belly and smiled to himself. It tasted great, familiar, like that of a friend. It tasted of wolf.