Nothing says bad trip like watching one of your acquaintances get yanked out of a window and eaten alive right in front of you. I spent the first whole minute of watching John being swallowed rubbing my eyes to try and clear my vision, but when I looked again the same thing was still there happening in front of us, this was real. Which at least meant the grass we’d smoked was good after all.

	That was a fucked up thing to think at a time like this, you don’t get to choose your coping mechanisms. And I sure as hell needed it right now watching that green shelled koopa sliding down into a see through belly, the look of pure terror on his face clear to see. His muffled screaming for help was bringing me down, so instead I soaked in the sight of everything else around John.

	She was a Yoshi, that was impossible to deny. Even baked out of my gourd, any koopa would be able to recognize one of those frog-tongued dinosaurs. But she was absolutely massive compared to a regular Yoshi, twice as big as John who was a pretty average sized guy. She had bright red eyes and there was a junkyard dog style spiked collar around her neck and a pair of visible sharp pointed fangs poking out on either side of her lips. She had a black coloring, but where there would normally be that white accentuation it was instead totally transparent from her jaw down to her torso, and presumably all the way around to the under tip of her tail. Her organs and whatnot weren’t visible or anything, not even her tongue was when her mouth was closed, but it did allow us to see John right in her middle all curled up and helpless like.

	All in all pretty badass looking. Being too stoned to be scared had its perks! There was some shuffling around me and I turned to see the other guys running around in a panic, having a much more appropriate reaction to what was going on than I was. Even Savini was more put together, his sexy yellow shelled ass scrambling to pick up the cabins landline phone and dialing out the emergency number. “The line is fucking dead!” He yelled. Figures.

	“Replacing the phone box fuse was one of the Still Needs To Be Done things.” Jaime explained, though it seemed like a pretty weak excuse to me. The blue shell was ripping open duffle bags and sorting through them looking for I don’t know what, but he seemed to have something in mind by how methodical he was being. Given the situation I swallowed my complaints at the sight of him unzipping my own bag and tossing plastic bags of grass over his shoulder.

	“Where the hells the car keys? Don’t tell me Alfred had them on him?” Kane asked, running for the back door and peeking through one of the rear windows probably to work out a path to the SUV.

	“Fuck it, I can hotwire the van!” Gunnar said, which didn’t surprise me in the least.

	The guys seemed to have all that well in hand, so after looking to my side to see Wes still standing there looking out the window along with me, I turned my attention back to the fucked up show outside.

	If the Yoshi noticed us peeping on her meal she didn’t acknowledge us, her eyes closed and her head leaned back while her hands rubbed over her belly. John must have been really tasty I guess, but she seemed to avoid putting her hand over his face so he could keep looking up at us. Not sure what he expected us to do, but I could see him mouthing “help me” and more. Especially when he noticed the stomach was starting to fill up.

	Some kind of sludgy batter was pooling up inside the Yoshi gut, the transparency of her belly giving a really gnarly view of exactly what was going on in there for poor John. The stuff submerged him from his feet up to his shoulders pretty damn fast, it was like a loading screen of his digestion. I could see his feet still kicking against the stomach, which looked pretty wicked since he was pushing into see-through tummy flesh, but his wiggling around just made the stomach squeeze him down into an even smaller bundle of curled up koopa and making the belly batter fill up even more.

	Finally the stomach sludge hit the roof, filling the stomach up all the way and completely dunking John under it all. And then right away, and I mean blink and you’ll miss it, the stomach completely emptied out draining everything inside except for that green shell. The batter swirled down like the bottom of the stomach just dropped out from under it, and John went down right along with it shlucking out straight out of his shell. Rather than seeing John sinking down through the rest of that transparent Yoshi insides, he seemed to just vanish along with the tummy batter! Only the empty shell was left, sitting in the middle of her belly for all to see. It was harder to make out now that it wasn’t moving and the sun had completely set.

	I was shaken out of the trance I fell into watching someone I’d just been sitting next to in a car less than an hour ago get digested right in front of me by Wes letting out a sob. I looked over to him and reached out to offer a sympathetic shoulder pat, but then thought better of it and turned away from him awkwardly. Looking back out the window, the Yoshi was nowhere to be seen.

	Taking the hint I worked through the awkward vibes and grabbed Wes by the arm and tugged him away from the window, bringing him with me to join the other guys. He followed along pretty limp, looking like he went straight up catatonic, just stumbling along to keep up with me just to keep himself from falling out. If I released him he probably would have just stood there unmoving like a lemon.

	The others seemed to have a plan of action that I was happy to go along with even if I didn’t know what the hell they were talking about. Savini took up next to me, bong in hand. He must have run upstairs to grab it after giving up on the phone.

	“Alright on three we’ll book it for the car. There’s gotta be enough drops in there to at least get it started right?” Gunnar was saying, nodding between him and Kane while Jaime looked unsure but for lack of anything else to suggest. “If you see anything that even looks like some tongue action, you blast it, right on?”

	He had asked Jaime, who was holding an orange plastic looking toy. He shook his head and clutched it in his hands nervously. “It’s just a flare gun, I don’t know if it would do much to dissuade it.” Oh, it was a flare gun. Figures he’d have brought something like that just in case.

	“It is a Yoshi girl.” I piped in, all of them staring at me after I did. It looked to them and then shrugged. “What? You guys saw it too right?”

	Ignoring me, they all turned towards the back door and got ready to book it. Savini wrapped his hand around my elbow and gave it a squeeze. He must have been way less high then I was, but even I was doing better than Wes. I gave his own arm the same attentive gripping, but he didn’t react at all. I really hoped he wasn’t about to trip on the run to the SUV and make me start dragging him.

	“One…. two… THREE!” They threw the door open and before a single one of us could even take a step, a stretch of pink shot out from the darkness of the outside and splatted right against my chest. Everyone froze, and I looked down to see the wet fleshy bud of sticky tongue connecting to my front shell like it was fusing right into it. My toked out mind got the bright idea to try slipping out of my shell in front of everyone and let it get snatched away and leave me safe, but my motor skills weren’t up to the task. The most I could do was let go of Wes and tug my arm out of Savini’s hand to make sure they didn’t get yanked out along with me.

	Then the tension snapped as the tongue pulled me off my feet and speeding through the back door and into the darkness. Even without the sunlight I could see the wet shimmer of her mouth waiting to catch me, but with how fast her tongue was yanking me in I didn’t have very long to take it in. All at once the outside world was replaced by dank Yoshi mouth, clamping down around me from head to toe. Even faster than with John she swallowed hard and sent me down all at once, spilling into the stomach and letting out a muffled grumble as my head clonked against John’s shell which was still sitting in there. I ended up cuddling against it like a body pillow as I spilled inside and curled up to fit in the space, looking around at the transparent insides I’d just been looking at from the outside. Trippy as hell. Thank god I was too stoned to be horrified by it.

	Resting my chin on the John Shell I peeked out the front of her belly to watch the show. Nothing else to do while I waited to be digested, right? I got a good look at the others still looking through the back door in total disbelief of what happened. I offered a sorry smile and waved at them through the belly walls, for lack of anything else to do. I certainly didn’t have the energy to bother trying to yell for help like John did.

	Seeing me do that seemed to light a fire under their asses, I could see Kane yell out “fuck it!” and threw himself out the door in a run, followed close behind by Kane. Jaime slowly padded out from the door frame behind them, and raised that flare gun aiming it right at the Yoshi around me. For a second I felt super concerned, and when he fired it off there was a blinding red light as the shot erupted out. Aside from how bright it was I peeked up and got a pretty good view of the flare harmlessly bouncing against the Yoshi girls nose, ricocheting off and bouncing down onto the dirt between her and the trigger happy Koopa. She didn’t even react at all to the shot though, heck it was hard to tell if she even noticed it happened! I couldn’t see her expression too well from my vantage, but she seemed to be enjoying me as a meal just as much as when she had John.

	I looked back to Jaime and thanks to the illumination of the sputtering out flare I could see his face pretty well, and how balked he was at the complete No Sell. After a second he dropped the used up flare gun and ran after the spike shelled boys, leaving only Wes and Savini still standing in the doorway behind him. Wes was still out of it, slumping down to the floor on his knees. Savini clutched the bong in his hands like a security blanket, looking right into my eyes.

	My heart dropped at the sight. I shifted against the empty shell I shared the stomach with and pressed my hands against the outer tummy walls. “Hey, it’s okay! It’ll be okay!” I lied, not sure if he could even hear my voice from in here. I patted at the stomach walls and tried to smile, though the arch of my brow frowned giving away how I really felt. Even though all I wanted to do was preserve his feelings and keep him from breaking down like Wes had, seeing me moving and trying to talk from inside the stomach just made him stumble backwards and then grab the backdoor to slam it shut.

	Now I was alone in a monstrously huge Yoshi’s belly, totally in the dark of the night but with a fading red flare light still letting me see exactly what was going to happen next. Even though I’d already seen a preview of it earlier. I shifted back into a position that could be at least somewhat comfortable against the spare shell in here with me, at least until I felt the stomach rumble and then compress. The surroundings shook and I heard the thunder of a loud feminine belch ringing out from above. Once it passed I squirmed on instinct, and noticed it was a lot roomier now! The Yoshi burped up the shell and left me the only occupant of her stomach.

	“Thanks?” I clucked out, wiggling so I could see out the front of her body and settled in. To my surprise I saw her hand rubbing over the front of her gut right before my face, an imprint in the see-through flesh pressing into me. I could feel her petting me directly, under a layer of stomach flesh. “U-uh huh… I’d be REALLY grateful though if you’d let me out instead?”

	It was worth a try but that just made her giggle and pat her gut as if to play off the request as a joke. I didn’t really expect to get much of a response for it anyway. Soon I felt the stomach start to slosh and sway from side to side, the Yoshi was on the move lumbering step by step with her belly filled. It made the growing puddle of belly batter beginning to ooze into the space along with me splash against my body and the inner walls, a bit of a trip seeing the sludge crash like a wave into seemingly nothing at all. At least until she walked far enough away from the flare light that I couldn’t see anything in the darkness of the night.

	Even given my buzz, I was surprisingly calm. Here I am digesting inside some crazy monster Yoshi’s belly and yet I didn’t have a holler or a beg to give. I guess I knew there was no point, I’d seen her digest John right in front of us and all. But maybe seeing that was also helping out. I knew what to expect, the whole fear of the unknown thing wasn’t a factor for me. Her stomach was going to fill up with whatever stomachs filled up with, then it was going to empty out along with me aside from my shell. And it was all going to go… somewhere. I guess I didn’t know what to expect after the belly was done with me. That part made me feel a little anxious, but aside from that I knew what to expect. Nothing to do but sit tight and wait for it to take its course.

	In the meanwhile, for lack of anything else to do and in an effort to ignore the feeling of the stomach batters progress filling up around me, I tried squinting through the darkness to see out the Yoshi’s belly-front and see where she was going. She was creeping along the outside of the cabin until I, and she I guess, could see the three koopas inside the SUV. One of the spike shelled guys was in the drivers seat fiddling under the dashboard, while another one was outside of it rocking the vehicle like it was a big beer can he was shaking to feel it there were still drops of drink inside. Looks like the tank was totally empty and that car was going nowhere fast, even if they tried hot wiring it.

	Eventually they seemed to give up on the get away and booked it away from the SUV and back to the cabin, racing for the front door. I wondered why the Yoshi was just watching them from a distance like this. Sure she had me filling her up, but there was room enough in here for another koopa considering I had fit in alongside the shell. Maybe she just wanted to make sure the others couldn’t actually escape? I couldn’t begin to imagine what went through the head of a regular Yoshi, let alone a freakishly huge camp stalking one.

	Seemingly satisfied watching them bunker up back inside, she trudged around outside the cabin to the other side of the building. I didn’t know what she had in mind next, and it seemed like my time was up. I felt the stomach sludge up under my chin, and I tilted my head back to keep my nose and eyes above the batter. I had maybe another second before I was off to the great unknown. With a final sigh I gave that belly a pat and then sunk down into it, submerging myself under the stuff.

	Since there was still a pocket of air left in the stomach it wasn’t draining yet, I guess. Since it was the last chance I’d get, I satisfied some mild curiosity and opened my mouth a touch letting some of the stomach stuff flow in past my lips. But nothing went in! Even though my mouth was wide open now not a trickle of stomach batter was going past my lips. Curiosity tickled, I tried to breath through my nose and it felt like I was breathing real air! Not that it was sweet and fresh or anything. It was almost like there was a bubble protecting all the holes in my face – mouth, nose, eyes and ears.

	Before I could even have a second to ruminant on that zaniness, I felt the stomach hit its max and start draining out. I was sucked down right out of my shell and swept along out of the gut, almost felt like going down the beginning of a water slide. All at once the cramped space of the stomach insides seemed to evaporate, the same warmth of being inside the Yoshi was there but it seemed to expand out. It was actually a feeling I was familiar with, a feeling pretty comparable to getting baked, and that put me at ease. I couldn’t feel myself anymore, but instead I felt so much more. I felt Her. That belly I had been inside of, now I was on it. Apart of it. 

	It was a feeling of losing everything that once defined my existence as an individual, and gaining far more than I’d been aware of previously, a feeling of being closed away and shut out from all others in the world and being embraced by not only the Yoshi, but also the collective mass of all other koopas she consumed. I felt John somewhere with me. A bunch of others as well but he was the only one I recognized. He wasn’t having a good time, but I found it easy to sink into the miasma of abstract feelings and enjoy the ride.