Maxie

Shogo was completing his usual rounds around the mindhack facility, keeping an eye on the “reformed” patients, making sure they weren’t up to no good. Honestly, his job was pretty easy when there wasn’t an active mindhack happening. The Doctor was amazing at what they do. There was no chance of any of the patients returning to a life of crime after their errors were removed. Still…Shogo couldn’t stand to be around them. He felt like their filth would rub off on him and make him disorderly as well. He could only put up with that discomfort for the Doctor…they were important! More important than the comfort of a person like Shogo! If Shogo could protect someone that special, then maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

Shogo groaned as he made his way towards Unid's room. Shogo hated Unid most of all. Unid was the worst of the worst when it came to these fiendish rascals. He sold drugs, extorted people for money, destroyed property, and murdered some sweet old lady! Shogo didn’t even think Unid felt bad! He was only upset he got caught! Was he ever thinking of anyone but himself? Shogo grit his teeth, a shiver running down his spine. Having to coexist with someone who had been so revolting…it was extremely difficult. Especially now that Unid had no memory of any of it, running around like he deserved redemption. Unid was lucky the Doctor was so kind. Much kinder than Shogo.

Shogo entered Unid's room-well, it was more like a cell-and shut the door behind him. Unid perked up, turning away from the padded walls he seemed to be repeatedly pushing against with his left hand.

“What are you doing,” Shogo asked, an edge to his voice to suggest Unid was doing something he shouldn’t be. Unid smiled with his eye, unphased.

“I’m so happy to see you, Newb! I think that big computer is malfunctioning! I’ve been asking to eat for awhile now, but nothing's coming out,” Unid replied enthusiastically, pointing at the wall he was previously touching. “Can you get me some lunch?”

Shogo crossed his arms, unamused. “Nice try, deep sea scum, I doubt Format is malfunctioning. I bet she isn’t feeding you for a reason.” Shogo’s grip on his arms got tighter as he grit his teeth in anger. “And don’t call me ‘Newb’!”

Unid’s eye shifted, the sea urchin sporting a deceptively cute, confused expression. He even tilted his head to the side to really sell it. “Why wouldn’t I be fed? I’m hungry! Let's go eat something delicious together, as friends!”

Shogo scowled. “I am NOT your friend.”

“Don’t be silly, Rookie! You’re my BEST FRIEND! I love spending time with you and Rebecca!”

“Don’t call her Rebecca! You don’t deserve to speak about the captain so casually, you low life!”

“What do you mean? What’s wrong with Rebecca's name? I think it’s beautiful! I could say it all day! Rebecca, Rebecca, Rebeccaaaa~”

“Would you cut that out,” Shogo yelled, face pink from frustration. Why did this unruly sea creature never respect his authority?!

“Sure…if you get me some lunch,” Unid joked, laughing like he was the funniest person in the whole world. So pathetic.

“I already told you, if you aren’t being fed then Format must be withholding food from you on purpose. I’m not going against her wishes.” Shogo stood his ground, brattily turning his head away from Unid. Unid stared back at him, still just as confused as before.

“…But I’m really really hungry! There must be some mistake! Why wouldn’t format feed me? Being hungry…kind of hurts,” Unid rambled on, looking almost pitiable as he rubbed over his empty belly. To further prove his point, a deep low growl emanated from the urchin's middle. “Format wouldn’t hurt me, would she?”

Shogo thought hard for a moment. It really didn’t sound like Format to leave one of her patients in pain, did it? That would be cruel. So then…why didn’t Unid have any food?

“Are you sure you didn’t drop it or something? Maybe Format did feed you, but you missed it,” Shogo suggested, once again putting the blame on Unid.

The urchin firmly shook his head. “I’m sure! You can look too! There’s absolutely no food in here,” Unid replied confidently, motioning for Shogo to look around the room for himself.

Shogo rubbed over his helmet in frustration. “There has to be food in here! Format wouldn’t let you starve! She definitely sent you something to eat, you must have just missed it.”

Unid appeared frustrated for a moment, but after staring at Shogo for a while, his expression shifted to something Shogo couldn’t quite read. He looked the newbie guard up and down, and something seemed to click in his head.

“You’re right, Newb! Format did send something to eat!”

“Of course I’m right. You should listen to me more oft-EN!?” Shogo was cut off by Unid grabbing his shoulders. The urchin's grip was strong. Shogo struggled to pull away from him, but Unid didn’t move. “What do you think you’re doing!?”

“Having lunch. Thanks for the meal, Newb!”

“What the hell are you talking about, Spikeball!? Let go of me—AH!!!!“ Shogo screamed in terror as Unid's mouth split open before him, wide enough to take in the entirety of his head at once. Drool clung to the urchin's teeth, leaving long, sticky strands between the top and bottom row of his fangs. His tongue convulsed eagerly behind his jaws, desperate to taste Shogo's bare flesh. His throat throbbed greedily, preparing to take Shogo deep inside of him by elongating to fit Shogo’s size. Shogo trembled. Before he could try to reason with the criminal, he was shoved face first into his maw.

Shogo’s face scrunched up in disgust behind his helmet, the urchin's tongue lapping desperately at the glass, hoping to access Shogo’s supple skin. The newbie guard tried to pull himself free from Unid's jaws, but his teeth clamped down hard onto Shogo’s helmet, preventing his escape.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing!? This isn’t funny,” Shogo yelled, his voice etched with the slightest hint of fear. Unid didn’t reply. He continued to greedily lick every part of Shogo his tongue could reach, growling in frustration when he realized he couldn’t taste Shogo like this because of his armor. Shogo thought maybe Unid would let him go, but Shogo was wrong. Unid’s throat widened, and Shogo was frozen in fear. Unid tilted back and shifted his grip towards Shogo’s waist, shoving the guard face first down into his eager gullet.

Unid’s throat was tight. Shogo was squeezed mercilessly in all directions, pulled deeper and deeper into the body of a low life criminal. His heart beat wildly in his chest. It was so intense Shogo thought it might pop from between his ribs due to all the pressure. A loud grooowl~ came from below, signifying that Shogo was very close to his destination. That realization made the guard cry out in horror.

Suddenly, the fleshy walls around him became even more tight, pushing roughly against his head. Shogo was stuck for a moment, whining in pain. He worried all the pressure might crush his head or suffocate him to death, but just as Shogo began to struggle to breathe, he was pushed through a ring with a loud pop! Shogo realized that his head had entered Unid’s stomach.

From there, Shogo spilled effortlessly into Unid’s belly, swallowed down like it was nothing. When all of Shogo joined him in the urchin’s gut, he was forced into an uncomfortable ball. Shogo was frozen in fear as the walls gently squeezed and rubbed against him. He could feel the movement, but he was spared the disgusting feeling of saliva and stomach fluids sticking to his skin thanks to his armor. He wasn’t spared the sight, though. Shogo could make out the liquids and the folds of the walls in the dark pits of Unid’s insides.

Unid sighed in satisfaction, flopping down onto his bed and rubbing his distended tummy. “That really hit the spot, Newb,” Unid said breathlessly. “I need to thank Format for the meal…”

Shogo could feel the urchin’s hands pressing against the undulating walls, making them squeeze the guard even harder. A deep, low groooan~ made Shogo begin to thrash in a fit of panic, his situation dawning on him. He had been eaten by Unid. Eaten alive. He was going to die in here. Unid gasped at all the sudden movement, unable to contain the moan that escaped his lips. Shogo wriggling around in there felt good. He was so small, he fit perfectly inside him. Every little movement was like heaven. It felt like Shogo was right where he belonged.

“What are you doing-hff-Newb,” Unid asked innocently, pressing down harder on his gut to try and settle down Shogo’s movements. This only made Shogo struggle harder. “Stop moving so much…it feels funny…”

“It feels funny!? I’m sorry if I’m giving you a stomachache, spiky! Wouldn’t want to give you indigestion,” Shogo shouted defiantly, continuing to squirm like his life depended on it.

“Indigestion? What are you talking about?”

“You ate me! Are you stupid!? Do you know what happens to food after you eat it!?”

“Well, I eat it, and then it stays in my tummy, right?”

“No! It digests!”

“…What’s that?”

“You got to be kidding me,” Shogo groaned, a loud grumble making him yelp in surprise as a thick goo leaked from the walls, soaking him and weighing him down. “It’s when-ugh-your stomach melts it’s food to be absorbed!! You have to let me out!”

“Melts,” Unid shouted in surprise, jolting upright. His movements caused Shogo to be jostled inside of him, covering him in more goop. “That’s not good!? I have to get you out,” Unid repeated urgently.

“No kidding!”

Unid’s panic made the stomach holding Shogo captive more active. Unid’s body thought it was in danger, and it wanted to fuel Unid so he was prepared to deal with whatever that danger may be. It had no idea the danger was itself. The walls begin to squeeze Shogo tighter, forcing him into an even more uncomfortable position. The liquids clinging to his armor begin to pop and sizzle, making Shogo more anxious.

“C-Calm down Spikeball! You're making it worse in here,” Shogo called out desperately.

“Sorry!”

“Just get me out! Throw me up!”

“Throw up? Like I’m sick? Isn’t that kind of…gross?”

“I don’t care how gross it is! Get me out of here!!!”

“Eep! Okay okay!”

Unid stood up, nearly falling onto his face because he wasn’t accustomed to all the extra weight in his middle. He brought his hands underneath his wobbling belly to support it so he could stand up straight.

“S-so…how do I make myself throw up? I don’t really feel sick.”

Shogo groaned in frustration, but another loud grrrummble~ and the tight clenching of the walls around him reminded him he had no time to waste with his annoyances.

“Stick your fingers into your throat!”

“Well how will that-“

“Just do it!!!”

“Okay!”

Unid did as he was told, lifting one hand from underneath his tummy and shoving his fingers into his gullet. He gagged harshly, jostling up Shogo who yelped in surprise as the walls violently closed in on him.

“I..didn’t throw up..”

“Keep going!”

“It hurts..”

“Hurry up!!!”

Unid whined, but did as he was told. He repeated this until finally, his stomach ejected Shogo from his body. The guard laid on the ground in a puddle of Unid’s stomach juices, breathing heavily. Unid stared down at him anxiously.

“Are you melted?”

“…No.”

“Should we take you to a doctor to make sure?”

“No! You won’t speak of this to anyone!” Shogo couldn’t imagine what would happen to his reputation if anyone found out he was eaten by someone as incompetent as Unid!

“…Well, if you say so. You should probably go wash yourself off then…”