I couldn’t believe I was doing this. My world had just gone dark as my head entered my best friend’s throat. He said he’d accidentally swallowed my dog—I had no idea how you could “accidentally” eat something so large, even as a pred—and told me if I wanted to see him again I’d have to crawl in and get him. He promised me he wouldn’t swallow my legs so he could pull me back out once I had a hold on my poor chihuahua.
He’d made me take my shirt off so it wouldn’t get covered in saliva and mucous. I chose to ignore his moans of enjoyment as he swallowed again and his tongue slid across my hard-earned abs.
My head popped into his stomach. It smelled awful, like vomit. I began to feel around for my dog. Then, I felt his hands move to my waist. I froze.
I heard the muffled sound of… was that a belt unbuckling? Then all of a sudden, I felt cool air on my legs. The fucker had pulled my pants down! I began to struggle in protest. Then, he gulped again. My hands were plunged into a thick soup. I could feel hard lumps of… something in it. What the fuck was this asshole doing?
He gulped again, and I was forced to curl up in the tight, foul-smelling space. Only my lower legs were outside of his body now. I was so confused—this was my best friend, not some random pred from the internet. He couldn’t be intending to… I pushed the thought out of my mind. No. There was an explanation. There had to be.
Just then, I heard a familiar sound. It was muffled, but unmistakable. It was my dog, barking, outside of the stomach.
I began to scream and kick as much as I could, but he swallowed again and suddenly I was entirely inside him. As I was forced to curl up tighter in his stomach, the image of his face as he told me what he’d done flashed in my mind. I’d read his expression as guilt at the time, but I was beginning to think I’d been wrong.
“Woof man,” I head my former friend say outside. “You were delicious.”
“What the fuck, man?” I called. “You said you ate my dog!”
“Did I say dog?” He chuckled. “I actually meant your slut of a younger brother. He was such a good pup for me before I downed him. It was an honest mistake. I promised you’d get to see him again, but I kinda doubt he’s recognizable at this point.”
I began to scream and thrash, but that only made him laugh harder. He belched and all of a sudden the air rushed out of my prison. I couldn’t breathe. My thoughts were rapidly fading.
The last thing I heard was my little dog barking and my best friend telling me how delicious I was.
(Requested by anonymous—I kind of took the prompt in a slightly different direction. I hope you enjoy it!)
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