#rascalvore

Rascal grumbles a bit and cracks his eyes open as he’s stirred away. He’s really warm...it’s enough that it’s made him wake up. He rubs his face a bit, finding it a little damp from...sweat? Hot air blows in his face, making him grumble again and turn his head to look at the source.

As his eyes adjust to the darkness of his room, Rascal finds himself staring into something even darker--a wide, gaping maw. Sharp teeth line the edges and a thick tongue hangs out, twitching occasionally and almost certainly being the reason his face was damp. Or maybe it was condensation from the incredibly hot breath huffing in his face.

The sight isn’t at all shocking to Rascal, though. It’s just G.uilmon--his D.igimon partner, who had appeared some time ago and was now leading a rather lazy life with Rascal. He was sprawled out in bed next to the raccoon, sleeping peacefully with his wide muzzle open. The heat of his breath puffing in Rascal’s face had merely been enough to disturb the raccoon’s sleep.

Rascal sighs softly and lays his head down again, yawning softly. He wanted to just get back to sleep, but G.uilmon’s constant snoring in his face was making it hard to. He grumbles and reaches out to push on G.uilmon’s nose to try to turn his head away...but his hand slips almost immediately and instead plunges directly into the D.igimon’s gullet.

GLLLRK!

The sensation of being elbow deep in G.uilmon’s maw makes Rascal shudder. It’d be fine if he had just put his hand in the D.igimon’s mouth by accident, but he was wrist deep in G.uilmon’s gullet. He could feel the walls squeeze around his hand. The tries to pull it back out, but that just makes G.uilmon’s muzzle firmly clamp shut over his arm instead. A pleased hum comes from G.uilmon as he sucks on the raccoon’s arm in his sleep, a smile appearing on his muzzle and his tail beginning to thump against the bed.

“G.uilmon..?” Rascal asks in a soft voice. He can see the D.igimon’s wing ears fluttering, but he seems to be fast asleep. Rascal tries again to pull his arm away, and G.uilmon responds in turn by slurping harder on it. Rascal yips as he’s pulled closer to G.uilmon, sinking up to his shoulder now with his entire forearm down the D.igimon’s gullet.

After a few seconds of enjoying his midnight snack, G.uilmon’s maw spreads open wide again. Rascal was hoping that meant his partner had woken up and he was allowed to take his arm back. Instead, G.uilmon’s jaws lunge forward, snapping up Rascal’s entire head. He pulls on his snack with a wet GLLLNK! that sucks him in deeper.

Now with his entire arm down G.uilmon’s gullet, Rascal’s face is being assaulted by that thick tongue. He squeaks and wiggles his head, trying to avoid it to no avail. He feels G.uilmon’s arms wrap around him, holding him close, and then those jaws open wide again.

“Guil--mmph!” Rascal tries to call out properly this time, but G.uilmon lunges forward with another ULLLLLP! that squishes Rascal’s face into his steaming gullet. His entire head is sucked down, his other shoulder and chest being dragged into G.uilmon’s maw now. He tries to squirm more, but G.uilmon’s tail curls around his ankles and holds his legs together as the feasting continues.

GLLLLRP! GLLLLK! ULLLLP! GLLP! GLLLP! GLLLLLLLLNK!

Each noisy swallow sucks Rascal deeper, the tight gullet walls roughly squeezing over his form. The heat ramps up as he plunges down, making him pant as it alone saps what little energy he had. He’s soon being crammed into G.uilmon’s stomach, the walls stretching to accommodate his form as he’s forced inside. His own stomach is swallowed down in two gulps, then his hips, and then his legs in rapid succession. Only his lightly kicking feet and twitching tail tip are left, sitting in the back of G.uilmon’s open maw. The cool air of Rascal’s room can just barely be felt around the steaming huffs of G.uilmon’s breath.

GLLRP!

And then they’re gone, sucked down into the darkness of the D.igimon’s gullet. G.uilmon sighs happily after, his tongue flopping out of the side of his maw. His gut gurgles wetly as the last of Rascal is squeezed in, trapping him fully within the stifling heat of G.uilmon’s body. Curled up into an awkward ball, Rascal can only pant and whine as the heat and his lack of sleep leave him exhausted.

“G.uilmon’s gonna...wake up soon...” Rascal huffs to himself. The stomach groans around him and then everything suddenly lurches and sloshes. He yelps as he’s tossed around with G.uilmon rolling to lay on top of his stomach. It seems like he’s enjoying the fullness and the heat as his pleased rumbling can be heard all around. “...I hope...” Rascal tacks on in a soft voice.

...

G.uilmon is stirred away by sunlight in his eyes. They blink open as he mumbles to himself, only for a wide yawn to interrupt. He was splayed out on Rascal’s bed, taking up the whole thing with no one else in it. He smacks his lips a few times, a strangely familiar but pleasant taste lingering on his breath. He smiles and closes his eyes, planning to just go back to sleep. That is until a sudden and sharp pressure stabs through his stomach that makes him jolt and whine.

“Ooooh...G.uilmon...gotta go...” G.uilmon lifts his ass up and flags his thick tail, showing off his ass to no one. He’s still not fully used to the rules of the ‘real world’, and there haven't been any issues involving indoor accidents until...right now. The overwhelming need to release the horrible pressure in his bowels stops G.uilmon from doing anything else as he begins to push.

Phhhhhrrrrrrrbbbbttt!

A rancid smell fills the air as G.uilmon unleashes a blast of gas. It’s not enough to relieve the pressure, however, and he keeps pushing as something solid begins to spread his pucker. A thick log of shit slides out of him, drooping down onto the foot of the bed and coiling up slowly. It steams in the air due to the heat radiating off of it, and the stench is like sewage. G.uilmon feels strange lumps passing through him that make him squeak and whine, but he just keeps pushing.

Bones picked clean of their meat create a stark contrast in the dark brown fecal matter, passing through G.uilmon one after another. Tufts of brown fur tickle him slightly on the way out as well, eliciting small huffs from G.uilmon every so often. The remains of some sleepwear also feel strange coming out, twisted around logs of shit, stained and acid washed.

The thing that gets G.uilmon to whine the loudest is the raccoon skull he has to force out with a few hard pushes. It lands with a thunk in the pile of D.igimon dung, a bit more shit following after it before the flow finally stops.

Sighing loudly to himself as the last of the pressure disappears, G.uilmon slumps down on the bed again to catch his breath. Although, his muzzle crinkles when he smells the rotten stench in the air.

“Yuck..!” Fully awake now, G.uilmon clamors off of the bed, careful not to get any of the mess on him. The entire foot of the bed is covered in steaming G.uilmon shit, some of it having slopped onto the floor. The remains of Rascal are rather obvious, but G.uilmon doesn’t seem to register what exactly the pile of shit is made of. He gives it a single glance before looking away and sticking his tongue out. He’s not going to sleep in here any time soon, that’s for sure.

Lumbering out of the room, G.uilmon lazily scratches his much rounder belly as he yawns again. “Rascaaaal...G.uilmon wants breakfast!” he calls out into the quiet apartment. When there’s no reply, he makes his way to the small kitchenette and finds it empty. He doesn’t even smell fresh food in the air! His belly growls, demanding to be fed, but Rascal had told him not to make food without him around since he made a big mess last time.

“I’m definitely lost...” Rascal murmurs to himself as he looks around. Though, does it really count as being ‘lost’ if he’s not sure where he’s been since he got here? Ever since he followed that white rabbit into that really big rabbit hole, he’s been wandering around weird environments with weirder people.

At the moment, he’s managed to find himself in a strange, winding forest with indescribable signage. He’s at a fork in the road, but with the sign posts pointing in random directions saying things like “Here”, “There”, and “That Way”, he has no idea where to go.

“Are you really lost?” someone purrs.

“Huh?” Rascal’s ears perk up and he looks around. “Hello? Who said that?”

“Up here!”

Rascal looks up and sees a pair of bright yellow eyes and a long, toothy grin floating just above the sign post. More features start to materialize, pinks and purples swirling like ribbons together to form the body of a fat cat, who was lying across several of the haphazardly placed signs.

“So, I’ll ask again,” C.heshire Cat says. “Are you really lost?”

Rascal tilts his head. This is hardly the weirdest thing he’s seen since he got here. “Well, I don’t know where I am or where to go.”

The cat chuckles to himself as if Rascal had said something funny. “Why, you’re in W.onderland, of course! And you can go any way you like. This way or that way or over there or though there...” Various signs light up as the cat lists off possible directions. “You don’t even know where you’re going. You can’t be lost if you don’t have a destination.”

Hm...Rascal isn’t sure if that makes sense or not, but it doesn’t sound wrong. “Well...I guess I’d like to get out of W.onderland. Do any of these directions go that way?”

“Out?” C.heshire Cat blinks and laughs again. He leans down from his perch, getting closer to Rascal. “Dear boy, the only way out is in.” And when he says that...the inside of his maw lights up for a moment like the signs did.

“No, I don’t want in, I want out,” Rascal corrects. “I’m already in, that’s the problem. That rabbit hole led me here...”

“How can you go out without going in?” C.heshire Cat asks in return. “They’re the same thing, aren’t they? To go in is to go out, and to go out is to go in. You ventured down one tunnel to reach this place, so going down another will take you out of it. Deeper and deeper yet, that’s how the madness of W.onderland works.”

Is that really how it works..? Trying to make any sense of this place is really draining. There’s almost a logic to it but it never feels quite right. This guy is from here so he probably knows what he’s talking about...and even with the strange things he says, he makes more sense than anyone else Rascal has bumped into so far.

“Okay...so I just have to go in...there?” Rascal points to the cat’s grinning mouth, which seems to stretch just a bit wider.

“Going in is going out, so if you’re going to go in anywhere, it may as well be in heeeeeere~” C.heshire Cat’s maw yawns open in front of Rascal, the cat’s head level with his own so he’s able to stare directly into that grinning mouth. Hot breath puffs past Rascal’s face as he looks beyond the drooling tongue and sharp teeth and into the dark abyss beyond.

It doesn’t seem that much different from the rabbit hole he took to get down here...it’s probably safe, right?

After taking a few seconds to think it over, Rascal figures he has no other ideas. Nothing about this place makes a lot of sense so why would he expect the way out to be any more logical? With his indecision resolved, Rascal pushes his hands into C.heshire Cat’s maw.

C.heshire Cat hums softly, resting his paws under his chin as if he were leaning his head on a table despite being in the air. He doesn’t do anything to rush or urge Rascal on, so the raccoon has to take further initiative and push himself deeper. His hands slide over the cat’s squishy tongue and effortlessly squelch into the dark gullet.

Rascal lowers his head down between his arms, staring into the yawning maw before him. His arms have already disappeared inside that dark gullet...the only way to go is deeper. So, he begins to wiggle in more, shoving his face into C.heshire Cat’s maw. A pleased purring rumbles around his head as he worms his way in.

There’s very little resistance for Rascal as he pushes deeper, his head easily accepted into C.heshire Cat’s gullet while his shoulders and chest are starting to wedge into the cat’s maw. As he digs himself deeper, the cat leans down further, keeping it easy for Rascal to dive in. His chest disappears, and then his chubby stomach along with his bag. C.heshire Cat leans down further, letting Rascal’s hips and then thighs disappear as well.

Soon enough, C.heshire Cat is standing on the ground on all fours. His stomach is bulging and sagging down to the ground, squished against it and between his own legs. C.heshire Cat leans his head down further, helpingRascal to shove himself deeper. His knees and then shins are gone. It’s only his feet left, standing on his toes. C.heshire Cat’s tongue slides under them and lifts them up into his maw, with closes with a satisfying click.

GLRK~!

The first and only swallow C.heshire Cat does sounds out, loud and wet. Then he lets out a pleased sigh with a content look on his face. C.heshire Cat looks at his stomach with a soft chuckle. It’s squished against the ground and between his legs, vaguely shaped like the raccoon that was helping to make it.

“And there we have it~” C.heshire Cat purrs, lightly patting his stomach. “You are now out of W.onderland and in my stomach. I hope you find it to be an improvement~”

C.heshire Cat’s stomach shifts slightly, a muffled sound coming from it that almost seems like Rascal speaking. The cat’s ear flickers and he chuckles again. He stretched out before beginning to walk back to the sign post.

“You say you want to come out of my stomach? First you want in, and then you want out, and they say I’m the mad cat here!” He laughs to himself as he slips behind the sign pole, disappearing from sight rather than being seen on the other side as he does.

“Hello..?” Rascal calls out as he peeks his head into the doorway of the old building. The raccoon had been walking down the street when he thought he’d heard a low voice crying out for help. He’d tracked it to this old building, tucked away on a corner in the dark.

Even from the outside, it had looked like it was abandoned for years, with a sign long faded and worn down. The inside is in even worse condition as Rascal looks around. Some kind of overgrowth has filled the place, thick vines stretching across the floor and walls all coming from this giant mass in a back corner. Based on the few things he can see, Rascal would assume this was some old plant shop and one of them just went crazy.

Rascal steps fully into the building now, his ears twitching as he looks around. “I heard you calling for help. I’m here to help!” He didn’t see anyone around. He’s certain he heard--

“Help...me...”

Rascal’s ears both perk up as he hears that voice moan out again. He ventures further into the building, carefully stepping over the vines so he doesn’t trip. “Where are you? Are you hurt?”

“No...” the voice moans out. “...I’m...just...so...” There’s a massive thud that makes Rascal jolt. The giant plant the vines were coming from suddenly fell over...and it splits open, revealing a gaping maw. “...HUUUUNGRY!”

Rascal gawks for a moment, mouth hanging open as his brain registers what exactly he’s seeing. It’s a giant, talking plant...alright then. What do plants eat..? It probably has plenty of sunlight and water since the elements can get in just fine. They also get their nutrients from...soil, right?

“...I don’t think I have any soil on me,” Rascal says after a moment.

“Soil?!” The plant’s bud--or head, maybe?--rears back and it almost seems to be sneering. “Do I look like I eat soil?! I ain’t some daffodil, bub!”

“Oh...” Rascal tilts his head slightly, his tail swishing as he thinks.”...so what are you, then?”

The plant grins and uses a couple of its vines to gesture to itself. “I am A.udrey II, a very strange and unique plant. And do you know what I eat?”

Rascal shakes his head. “I guess not.”

A couple of vines suddenly lurch from the ground and curl around Rascal’s waist and torso. He squeaks as he’s suddenly jerked forward, now within arm’s reach of the grinning plant.

“Meat,” A.udrey II purrs.

Rascal blinks a few times. “Oh...like a Venus flytrap. You’re a bit big for bugs...” Looking away from the plant, Rascal opens his satchel and starts rummaging around inside. “...I thiiiink....I have some beefy jerky.” He pulls out a half-empty bag of jerky and holds it up. “Will that be alright?”

“Are you mocking me?” A.udrey II asks. “I don’t mean some nasty old flesh! It needs to be fresh! It’s gotta be bloody!”

“Oh.” Rascal tucks the bag of jerky back into his satchel. “I could try to find a butcher shop then. I don’t mind paying.”

A.udrey II groans and gives Rascal a shake, making him squeak. “You’re just not getting it, are you?! I’ve starvin’ away here! Look at how wilted and grey I am! I’m barely keepin’ by on the birds and rats and strays that come in here. I need meat, and a lot of it, right now! Oh, I just can’t wait any longer! I’m gonna die if I do!” The massive head of the plant drops to the floor again and lets out a weak groan. Its vines don’t loosen their grip around Rascal, though.

“Hm...” Rascal frowns softly, trying to think of a solution. He wants to help this poor plant. It really seems like it’s suffering, and the solution is simple enough. If it has such a specific diet and it can’t wait for him to get some meat and it needs a lot of it then...

“...would I be enough meat to feed you?” Rascal asks.

“Hm..?” A.udrey II lifts its head slightly. “You?”

Rascal smiles casually and nods. “Yeah, I’m kinda big, and it doesn’t really get fresher than being alive. If it’s really that serious, then I’m happy to help.”

“You’re serious? You’re just going to offer yourself up like that?” A.udrey II lifts its head more. “I ain’t askin’ for spare change, kid, this is your life you’re offerin’! You don’t even get anything out of it! What’s the catch, huh? Terminal illness? On the run from the cops? Hiding some weed killer on ya?”

“Huh? No, nothing like that,” Rascal says, shaking his head. “It just sounds like you really need the food, and it’d be cruel not to offer.”

“Heh...hehehe...HAHAHAHAHA!” A.udrey II throws its head back in laughter, the vines that sprawl around the building writhing and smacking around. Several more suddenly snake over and curl around Rascal, hoisting him off the ground. “Not how I expected this to go, but I ain’t gonna turn down a free dinner! Didn’t realize I was talking to plant food on legs! You’ll at least tide me over until the next chump comes in.”

Rascal doesn’t really get what the plant is talking about, but it sounds like he made it happy at least. He’s lifted up higher and turned upside down, his satchel slipping from his shoulders and hitting the ground with a thump. A.udrey II tips its head back and opens its maw wide.

A weird smell wafts from the plant’s maw, making Rascal’s nose scrunch up. The inside looks slick with something that’s probably drool. Sharp teeth line the top and bottom edges, with a giant, quivering purple tongue waiting for Rascal. And in the back is a dark gullet that leads to the stem. Rascal was expecting to get dropped, but instead, the vines curled around him bring him into that giant maw.

HAAAA--OMNF!

A.udrey II snaps its jaws shut over Rascal, chuckling to itself as it gets that wonderful sensation of fresh meat in its maw. Its vines untangle themselves from the racoon and are pulled out of its maw to flop back to the floor. Rascal’s lower legs and half of his tail poke out from between A.udrey II’s lips, still twitching slightly.

Everything is muggy inside of the plant’s jaws. Rascal is being smothered by the thick plant flesh from the top and bottom, the fat tongue he landed on at least providing some minor comfort. It makes it nearly impossible to move, leaving him splayed out and completely at the mercy of his predator. At the very least...A.udrey II works fast.

Tossing its head back, A.udrey II snaps its jaws to take in the rest of its raccoon treat. There’s a muffled squeak from deep in its maw as Racal’s face is smooshed against the entrance to its gullet. Then it lowers its head again, humming to itself as it makes wet slurping sounds. Rascal is sucked down with each one, breaching past the barrier of A.udrey II’s gullet and steadily surging his way down deeper.

The stem bulges slightly as Rascal’s form is funneled down. It disappears into the dirt surrounding the old, cracked pot A.udrey II’s body sprouted from. It went much deeper than that by now, which Rascal would be discovering as his body sinks under the ground and out of sight. But he wouldn’t be telling anyone about it any time soon.

A.udrey II smacks its lips a couple of times and slurps its thick tongue along them. “Hrrm...ptoo!” It spits something wet and slimy out, which lands with a wet splat on the ground. It’s Rascal’s purple beanie, somehow getting tugged off of him as he was slurped down. A.udrey II slurps over its lips one last time before it chuckles deeply.

“Just my luck that my easiest meal was a hairball. Gonna be coughing things up for weeks thanks to him!” It lazily picks at its teeth with the end of its vine. “Hopefully, the next meal ticket that walks in here isn’t such a moron. The free meat’s nice, but how am I supposed to get more if it feeds itself to me first?”

There’s a wet gurgle somewhere down below as Rascal squeezes into a slightly roomier sack. A.udrey II smirks to itself. “...still...I do love an easy treat~ Hehehe...” It grabs Rascal’s hat and satchel with its vines to toss them away, but something inside of the satchel buzzes. It catches A.udrey II’s attention, and it opens the satchel to dig around and pull it out.

“Now what do we have here?” the plant purrs to itself. Rascal’s phone...looks like someone was texting him, too! A.udrey II’s grin widens as it unlocks the phone with ease, no password needed. That’s a nice, bloated contact list, too. “Well, well, well. Maybe I was too hard on the kid after all. Just look at this fancy menu he left for me~”