How did you even end up in this position? Can you even get through the fog of lust and submission in your mind to remember? You’re inside something. It’s tight and hot. There’s a constant, thumping sound in one ear. And on the other ear is the sound of something sliding against the outside of what was holding you. And one inescapable fact is that everything about your existence right now is wet. 

You’re wearing clothes but to call them such is an overstatement. Rags cling to your body like they are covered in glue. And they basically are, but that part still isn’t totally clear to you. And your fur, your skin, and everything on the outside of your body is covered in that same something. Ditto your orifices. Your eyelids, nostrils, ear canals, lips, and surprisingly even your anus are covered in that slippery substance.

Can you breathe? Yeah. Is it comfortable? That’s questionable. But you’ve been squirming since you came to for about five minutes now. And you’re having that moment of realization. 

There was a canine at the bar by your apartment. He invited you over after pouring a few drinks into you. You were on your hands and knees before he managed to get your clothes totally torn away. And the last thing you saw before this inky darkness was the red of his tongue and gums and the white of his teeth.  And then the black abyss of his throat was all that was left.

And that leaves you where you are now. A grown person inside this much larger, much hungrier, much more greedy individual’s stomach.  And now you realize that thumping is his heart. The sound of him rubbing his gut harmonizes with his muscle’s pumping. And with a hint of sarcasm, you can hear a voice in your ear. 

“Whats the matter pup? Gone already? Or realizing just where you are?”

And with that, the unmistakable sound of a belch rings out around you.  The already-thin air was getting thinner.  And a strange tingling was all around you.  The walls were getting tighter.  You were a meal. Good thing you came to just in time to feel those final clenches. And the groaning of your predator was your lullaby as the lack of oxygen combined with the pressure of that gut made your world fade to black.