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I am sorry it took long. It took me a long time to find out I could even get requests, then trying to think of a name and description for the jester so hopefully you like it. I tried to think of a Dick Dastardly ("Wacky Races" 1968) type cartoony villain. I'ma leave a more detailed note at the end.

TW slight digestion, same size, throwing up:

“Well aren’t they just magical”, a retort omits from behind the curtains. Jerald the Jester wasn’t too fond of the magician newcomer. He couldn’t exactly fight the ringmaster on it, since he also manages everything else around here. Anyone could fill that magician spot, so why was this act any special?

Jerald wasn’t worried about the tent making money. He was actually worried more so about how well it’s been doing since the hiring. Of course, he’d never admit to that. Still, this nagging jealousy was eating at the jester so that he couldn’t ignore it. He snuck into their personal trailer. “What’s your game?” He muttered to himself.

He figured the magician was being this big shot, signing autographs in-between acts. “Let’s see, what tropes ya got? Cards.. oh wait, these fine feathered finches, of course!” The doves were not taken out with the magician typically, partly for trick preparation and partly because they were audience avoidant. Jerald has handled animals for years around the circus, as did most of the staff. “We’re just gonna have a little disappearing trick of our own, alright little ones?” The doves stayed back in their cage, shaking in freight before the stranger just outside.

Jerald exited and tried to find his bag. He packed crackers for himself but instead crushed them into a spare cage (exotic animals of all sizes come through on their travels, wasn’t hard to find). A few pigeons flocked. He only needed two. He shooed out the rest until there was a correct number. Jerald then switched the cages and dumped white makeup on the street birds. “Not my best work but-“ before he could finish the thought, he could hear an “ah geez, I’m running late for the next act! Sorry everyone, ahh!” outside, followed by exhausted sprinting. The magician’s on their way back. Jerald grabbed the doves and hid under the trailer.

Inside the trailer, the magician’s makeup was running down their face. “Ugh, did I really use ALL of it? I don’t remember it getting this mess- focus! You’re late! We can fix it in the next act, we have to go!” They took the fake foul and rushed to the stage.

Jerald emerged and placed the doves back in their original domicile. Before going back out, he left a cracker split in half between the doves. The doves looked down, almost in disgust. “What? It’s not ‘your brand’ or somethin’? Eh, you’ll be fine.” Something compelled Jerald to nudge the pieces further to the birds so they knew it was food. He then lost interest. Why is he still here? He’s got quite the show to watch out there. As he was taking his hand out of the cage before closing it, one of the doves pecked at Jerald’s bell cufflink. Bells were on most performers but given Jerald’s comedy-driven acts, his had mini golden honking horns. “Ugh! Sorry, dang”. He closed the cage successfully and rushed out in time to see two birds not return to their presumable owner. “Oh dear, this doesn’t normally happen, folks! We do have more wonderful acts from my colleagues here!” The thing about being a comedy-type performer is simply treating failures as if it was part of your act.

As the audience left with mixed mumbling, the magician was scrambling to catch the winged creatures. “What’s gotten into you? You’re both normally so tame, maybe it’s the new setting? But we practiced, ugh.” You decide to enter. “So, you think the big man’s gonna fire ya for this here blunder?” you ask. “Wha-what? Oh, sorry, you startled me uh..Gerd?” “Jerald.” “Sorry, it’s just, they’re not like they normally are right now. They love the cage. I just.. I’ll apologize later for the act and all, I just want to make sure they’re okay.” Jerald sighed and handed the magician a cracker. “Here, I think most birds like these.” They looked puzzled. “Uh, they don’t like most brands of cookies..” “You know, they ain’t looking themselves. Maybe they’re doing a bit too much. Maybe it’s getting to them, being in such a big arena like this.” A laugh without telling a joke is a little odd. “Sorry Gerard”. “Jerald”. “Apologies. I just saw the irony. I may look calm and composed but I’ve always wanted to be this kind of performer, and here I am, messing it all up”. Even though Jerald knew he was planting these seeds of doubt, he didn’t like this. He HAD to do this, right? What if he gets replaced? While he was justifying himself, the younger performer added, “I’m going to miss your act too, if I do get fired for this. But I know you have the day off, but thank you for helping me. Maybe we can do an act together someday. Oh hey, the cookies worked! They’re calming down in the cage now. I just-“ “-hey, don’t worry about it. Tell ya what, I’ll bring back the birds and you concentrate on the rest of the night. Think ya had one final set? You may not have finished but ya bought time for yourself to get ready to get back out there.” “Yeah, you’re right! I’ll just get a water or something and look over my act one more time for any more quirks like that and-“ “Your trailer is on the left, yeah?” They didn’t realize they were rambling. “Oh, yeah. Thanks again. If there’s anything I can- did you get hurt?” They pointed to his cufflink. “Huh? Oh. Heh, I was helping someone else with their animals. You know how it is.” “Were you putting makeup on them? There’s a little powder on the wrist.” “Oh, had a donut. Look, you should get to your stuff, aight? I think I got the right trailer. Just concentrate on the night, new stuff, yeah? Good luck.”

Jerald couldn’t get out of there soon enough. He pretended to go into the trailer to release the imposter doves. “Alright, just gotta get a little water to wash off the-damn it. You know what? Forget it.” He was originally going to wash the makeup off but decided against it.

The magician walked outside the tent. The fake doves landed on a birdbath next to them. “You escaped?! Wait! I- huh?!” The powder melted down the birds to reveal not the white color of his beloved pet doves but that of the common street pigeon. Quite bizarre out of context. Given that, the magician went to check on his actual doves. They seemed to be acting normal. With the trailer closed, the magician tried to recall them as they would normally. Success. They were the right birds. After putting them back, they noticed something gold inside the cage. It was the golden cufflink. No one else in the circus had this exact pin with the honking horns on them. That doesn’t make sense because he lost it helping someone else’s animals so that shouldn’t be there unless…

Jerald was genuinely curious how the new kid was holding up after something like that. He hoped it was discourage him a little bit. He didn’t care if they made it big as a performer. He only cared that it was in his tent. He thought his innocent act was well enough to stay out in the open now instead of hiding behind a curtain, so he stood just outside the magician’s stage. “James?” “Bah! Oh, hey there, it’s still Jerold.” “Ah, yes. Uhm, may I speak with you back here?” Even though a jester has to be over-the-top, Jerald kept his cool. “Sure, sure. What’d ya need? A rig set up, checking an angle?” “A demonstration, actually”. He didn’t research what the magician was known for, so he made his way up to the stage. “Hold this, will you?” It was the endless napkin. The magician wrapped the ribbon around Jerald. He barely had any room to move. “That is.. quite a lot of handkerchief, yeah.” They had to be going somewhere with this. “Yes, there’s more to this act, don’t you worry. It’s just about to begin! You don’t have to be nervous. I’ll do all the heavy lifting from here.” They then hoisted the rope over a banister above them. The stage they were on had two curtains, one surrounding and one behind them before it showed the employees only areas in the tent. The outside curtain was starting to raise.

“Come one, come all! We have a special two for one act in the east side corner!” The ringmaster made the announcement from the loudspeakers. A crowd gathered on the two performers. “Hello one and all! I don’t normally do this trick so we’re going on the experimental side. I’m sure a lot of you remember Jerald here. Why don’t you wave- oh, that’s right.” “Yeah, looks like I got all tangled up, silly me!” He didn’t want to banter necessarily, especially unrehearsed like this, but he was about to cost the kid their job so the least he could do is literally humor them. “Oh, JerJer, how ever do you get in these situations, am I right?” As the laughter died down, the magician began again. “You remember those little rip toys like BeyBlades, Jerald? You know, you take the stick at the end and it spins the thing?” “Heh, I guess.” “All those #'90’s kids know what I am talking about. Well, let’s have fun with your predicament, shall we?” They twirled a finger around the end of the ribbon closest to Jerald’s face as a tease before pointing upwards.

“We’re gonna spin you so silly that you’ll go flying! But don’t you worry, JerJer. I’ll catch you!” Jerald scanned the room. No safety nets or anything. What are they up to? Not like he could do much to get out of here.

“Alright kids, we know how to count! Ah-1, ah-2, ah-3!” Jerald was launched as predicted, nearly kissing the top of the tent before he started to fall. They weren’t near the trapeze but he still instinctively reached for anything. He then looked below to try to figure out the trick. Their arms were spread open but they didn’t look strong enough for this. Their arms were the only thing wide open. He noticed their mouth was agape. Jerald was starting to realize how he was going to land. Oh. Oh no. And in front of all these witnesses who think it’s all an act!

The magician made sure to catch the jester head-first. His head landed straight onto their tongue, staring down a black abyss. His shoulders were being held to his sides as the magician was shoving them in. Only his goofy clown shoe legs were thrashing upon the outside world.

The first initial gulp sent the jester’s shoulders down the throat. The bells on his hat rang as his head entered the pit of their stomach. The struggles of his lower half were useless. Another swallow for the halfway mark as he was starting to curl upward in the magician’s belly. As if to taunt him, his captor squeaked his oversized shoes outside for roar of laughter that was muffled to him, before one final gulp sealed him down. “Hic! Oh, sorry, excuse me, must’ve ate something .. funny”. Jerald groaned. He could feel them walking about on stage with him inside. His figure on them was definitely visible. “But, for real, it’s so hard to find a willing partner for a stunt of that size so that’s why it was considered experimental to do. That’s actually my first time doing it. Gerard- oof.” The audience could see a bump on the magician’s stomach for a brief moment. “Oop, sorry, Jerald. I can’t seem to hold that name down for some reason. Anyways, round of applause for him and I hope you all have a good night!” It was cramped for both of them when the performer took their final bow before the curtain closed.

With all acts done, the magician made their way to their trailer. They laid on their bed in a huff. “Oof! Yeah, that’s.. that’s a.. that’s gonna be a hard act to replicate. I’m so used to them being smaller. Oh well. Oof! Ugh. I have to get used to that.” “Yeah, no duh. You straight up ate me!” “..Yeah, I noticed.” There was a silence. “So… when are you gonna, you know, let me out? Surely the ringmaster is going to look for-“ a laugh reverberated the stomach walls. “Sorry, it’s funny you say that, little jester (though I guess I can’t call you that little from the bump you have on me here)”. They tauntingly poked at him. “It was actually his idea to go through with the act. Needed to get back some of those ticket sales and reviews from before, you know?” “Yeah, but, why me specifically?” Jerald felt a slap. “What was that for?!” Jerald felt his environment move a few feet over and a small swallowing noise. “Ugh, fabric is scratchy going down.” Jerald felt something a little heavier than paper land on his hat. It made a tiny jingle. He shook his head forward and it fell in his lap. It was the missing cufflink. “How did helping the other animals go?” Jerald put two and two together now, he’s caught. “Ah, yeah. So … I might have gotten uh.. jealous.” There would have been a silence if not for the stomach growling around him. “Jealous that.. you would have taken my place here, alright?” The diaphragm pushed up the stomach walls a little below Jerald as the magician sighed. “So you just.. try to sabotage me? I just got here, too, man!” “I.. I really am sorry. I.. I really do think you have potential here. Otherwise, what would I have been jealous of?” “Thanks.” “It’s a real apology, I mean that!” Another sigh.

“You know, if I wanted for force an apology, I could.” Another groan echoed in the belly before there was a more notable rise in temperature. Jerald felt fingers pressing underneath as the magician was soothing their tummy. There was also a warm liquid rising. It was starting to bubble and sizzle uncomfortably. “Wha- what are you doing?! Hey!” He started pounding on the stomach but it barely hurt. “I said I was sorry! I know I was sorry! I-“ His confines tilted around him with a squeezing below him and a groaning above him. “Come on, come on”, the magician told themselves. They punched themselves below the stomach to help them heave. Jerald slid right out of the throat and mouth onto the trailer floor. That took so much energy that the magician had to lay down. “I.. believed you the first time. I just wanted to scare you. What you did… it was messed up. You.. better not touch my animals ever again!” Jerald nodded, barely out of the corner of their eye.

“.. guessing you told our boss and I’m out. I guess thanks for uh.. not.. digesting.. me.” It wasn’t a sentence he thought he would say, followed by a somewhat equally weird statement, “though you might as well have.” The magician lifted their head up to turn to Jerald. “Actually, I should also probably tell you, I didn’t tell the ringmaster that it was you.” Jerald confusingly asked, “..why wouldn’t you?” They looked him up and down. He was still covered in saliva and all. “You don’t think this is punishment enough? Besides, we made a good show of it. I told him that it was someone from the auditions that wanted to mess with me and get the job themselves. But yeah, I don’t know if I am doing that kind of experimental show ever again, heh. Oh, and there’s towels in the back part there, just bring it back dried if you can.” He helped himself. “Why aren’t you doing it again exactly?” “When I said it was experimental and that it was the first time I had ever done that, I wasn’t lying for show or to make you scared, at least that time..” Jerald nodded, then asked, “you.. you had no idea if you were going to get me out, did you?” There was a pause. “I.. would have done anything to get you out. I just have never done it before.” Jerald nodded again. “Well, I’m not exactly bite-size so I understand.” There was a soft chuckle between the two. “For real though, never tough my animals. But maybe we can plan something in the future, I guess? It wouldn’t make sense for us to fight like this, outside some witty banter.” A rumble erupted from the magician’s midsection. “Well, I’m not ready for round two right now, haha,” the jester jested. “Ah, no, it was just a lot of mass at once. It hurts a little.” Jerald looked them up and down. “You said you did this before?” They nodded. “Yeah. So I do have some stuff that shrinks stuff. It’s actually one of my acts and a fan favorite.” “That’s why you said you’re used to it being smaller”. Another nod. “I do let them out at the end of the show, of course. So yeah, if you’e cool with me, I’m cool with you and uh yeah.”

Jerald took his leave. What a day. At least he doesn’t have to worry about competition as much anymore. 

“Ugh, settle down, would ya?” They seemingly asked their middle. I have a little kind of safety bag with me. “I think I got tums in here if ya need”, I offered. “Nah, it ain’t that, oof-. Ugh, it’s the struggling and kicking.” “I see. Uh, have you considered maybe not eating someone so unwilling? Surely it isn’t worth it if you’re in this much pain.” They sounded a little angry at my assumption, “don’t get it twisted! They wanted this. Ow! They’re not trying to get out, I’m pretty sure. They’re just shy of the fireworks. Ow, stop that!” The bulges from their kicks didn’t seem to indicate them climbing out, I guessed anyway.

I sighed. “So they’re in you for some sensory depravation or something while it’s overstimulating outside, is that it?” I got a nod, after the prey kicked them internally again. “How much.. room.. do you have in there?” I gently poked their gut. “They’re relatively small. Honestly, I could fit another one or two people if I really had to I suppose,” they surmised. “Alright, eat me.” I spread my arms out submissively to show I had no weapons or ill-intentions. “Uhh..?” My gesture confused them so I explained, “if I calm them down, right, then we can enjoy the show. Am I making sense now?” They nodded. I grabbed two things from my bag and stood before them. They nudged their tummy to call attention to their prey. “Hey, so, you alright with one more? Once for yes, twice for no, three times for neutral/no opinion”. I saw the bumps myself. The punches didn’t look enough to hurt the pred. There were 3. Alright, we do this then.

The heat outside and the sweat coated over my was not much different than the inside of a pred, oddly enough. Actually, the saliva going down my back as I go headfirst. The fireworks illuminated the throat around me. Neat.

My head plopped into the open stomach area to find the prey curled up, hugging the fleshy wall. “Hey there.” My arms were still constricted so I couldn’t wave, not that I needed to. They peered up as they saw me descend further. Gulping down my knees, then the rest of me until I am fully sealed in.

I unfurled myself. It’s not as tight as I thought it would be. I extend a hand, “hey fella. You scared of the big boom booms outside?” They were about to nod when the place shook from the vibrations of the fireworks. They started kicking again. “Oww!” roared from above us. They huddled again. I took a hand to their shoulder. “There, there. I brought ya something, alright?” I handed them a plush to hold. They gripped it tight. Then I gave them headphones. “This better?” Their form relaxed a bit. They uttered a “t-t-thank you”. While I am here to quiet them and nothing more, I felt a little happy helping to soothe them. “Alright, I’ma try to leave, alright?” They gripped the plush. I figure I don’t all I can do.

I try to carefully make my way back up to the throat. “You want out? Okay.” The pred started to fight their instincts to let me venture out. My upper body strength isn’t great but it’s gradually enough. Making my way to where my head was popping out the mouth, an “oww!” reverberated around me. With the pred and myself distracted, thinking I didn’t hurt that much, at least I thought I didn’t, I slid back down a little. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I hit but I didn’t mean to-“ I felt an arm pulling my leg. I could kick at them but I think they were asking me to stay. I paused. “It’s.. it’s fine.” I shot up my arms to signal my defeat, sliding back down slowly into the abyss.

Doves, rabbits out of hats, endless handkerchiefs, the works. Mirror tricks probably but who cares? It’s fun to see what they’d pull next.

“It may be a disappearing act but some of you may know why it’s called ‘The WaterSlide’. And now, a volunteer!” The stage is black, as well as the rest of the venue. Click! A spotlight illuminates a random seat, your seat. You walk yourself up to the stage and stand where they tell you to stand. They drape a curtain that shows your silhouette. In a puff of smoke, they push the curtain to the side. You feel yourself falling until you’re caught inside a white cloth with a gold button. It’s the same one as the magician was wearing but it’s bigger?

Before you can put your environment together, you fall into a lake? You resurface, still seeing the stage although distorted in front of you. You swim out but there’s a clear force field made of… glass. Did they drug you? Is this a weird dream?

As you were struggling to stay afloat after some time, your surroundings shift upwards. You look up to their mouth opened, the water pulling you towards them. You fight to the bottom of the glass but you’re overpowered and fall onto the tongue. It’s warm and dark. The stage lights illuminate the back of the throat, almost calling you to it. The tongue gradually springs to life, bumping you higher and higher until holding you in place on the roof. You shift back and forth for a little while. The mouth has decided it’s time and with more force than its playful nature from before, sends you tumbling down into the throat.

Gulp. It rings around you as you descend. Pushed down and down to finally an opening. Gurgle. It’s almost like the stomach knows it’s about to get a prisoner. The magician didn’t eat anything prior to their performance. It’s just you inside, sloshing around in the water they just drank. The only thing louder than the audience is the roaring of the tummy. You do the only thing you can do, start banging and kicking on the walls. You don’t bother shouting with all that noise. You’re tempted to yell solely out of frustration of being trapped but you know you’d be wasting oxygen. Now that you think about it, given your size, you’re not even making a noticeable bump on them. What a final disappearing act. You stop your struggles, lean against the flesh, and cry. The stomach walls massage your back, whether it’s out of comfort or breaking you down, who’s to say? Closest thing to accepting your fate as you can.

No matter how I try to escape it, the tube above me has lowered me into the fleshy chamber. I at least know my captor.

Was it my fault for letting my guard down? Was it by accident? On purpose? The result is the same. Their heart beat is slowing as if it found a missing piece to allow itself to feel content. One would think my own would be pounding out of my chest but it’s more of an inconvenience. Well, not entirely inconvenient. There’s a warmness that makes me want to drift off, or at least be at ease.

Ring. Ring. Thud.

Ah, their phone alarm, which probably fell off the bed. They lift my surroundings along with themselves. “Grr.. ugh. Why do I feel heavier-?”They looked down at the answer to their question. “I-huh?! You awake?! Wake up!” They jostled me around. “Yeah, yeah! I’m here! I’m-” a tight hug confined the space, being squished by the rumbling stomach walls. “I’m so glad you’re okay!” I rubbed them from inside with my hand to try to calm them down. “It’s fine, calm down.” I couldn’t be sure if it was the commotion but it was getting warmer. I can almost hear a sizzling through the gurgling. They’ve panicked before and this is actually how I soothed them. Normally I have a rope on me but I didn’t like it attached when I am sleeping. Might have to get used to that given the situation, assuming I can get out of it.

They closed their rapid breathing. “Alright.. there’s gotta be something I can.. maybe this?” Above me, a pill bounced off my head and into the stomach floor. It dissolved and spread up and all around. The fleshy interior constricted around me, pushing me upwards. I was sliding out. My head, then my arms to brace myself to the ground in front of us. I could feel them fighting back their swallowing reflex halfway through. I held onto the sink to keep steady as they pulled away to free me. I fell to the floor, covered in their spit and acids. “Oh God, are you alright?” It wasn’t liquid that worried me. I’ve almost been burned inside them for longer during those comfort sessions. It was not having the rope. It could have been permanent.

Happy Easter

Caine’s understanding of Easter wasn’t exactly accurate.

Jax appeared in a field. Caine’s voice instructed him, “Eat all of the hidden Easter eggs!” He looked around as if to find someone else to ask if that was correct. It was just him in a grassy field and some bushes, likely where the eggs were. He approached one with caution and kicked it. Piranhas jumped out of it. Of course these were booby-trapped in a way that didn’t make sense. Using a nearby twig, he nudged the egg out into the grass. He noticed a shiny object around the same place but it wasn’t his objective. It’s probably a surprise gag or something.

The color of the egg was familiar. Yellow with orange dots. A yellow glove picked it up to examine it. “I’m supposed to eat this? Meh. Wonder if Caine got the concept of chocolate right.” As his thought was finishing, the egg shook. “It’s about to hatch?!”, he thought. Then his ears picked up a familiar voice. It sounded small but he could hear, “I. DO. NOT. WANT. TO. BE. HERE!”

Jax giggled and shook the egg. Its contents hit all around the shell. “You dizzy yet, Zoobie?” “Of course it’s you, you-“, before they could continue their empty threats, Jax cracked the egg open. “Ha! So, you’re missing some parts, and I’m not just talking about Ribbons being stuck to ya all the time now”, Jax teased. Zooble’s head abdomen were in one shell half and their limbs were in the other. “You know when we get out of here, I am going to-“ “do what?”, Jax asked before taking the limbs shell above his sharp teeth. He paused to see the terror in the plastic triangle’s face before letting the shell drop, sending its contents into him. “Hey!” Zooble angrily shouted. “What, you want them back?” Jax stared into them. The huge blacks in his eyes were overtaking the yellow. His grin filled the lower part of his face, almost glowing.

“Ugh, fine, I hate this”. Not that they had much choice. “If it’s anything to you, I literally have to so we can get out of here. Still, I can have my fun though,” Jax said almost singsongingly. He dangled the connected toys by the neck and laid them flat on his tongue. Almost instinctively, he pushed the plastic-tasting being in his mouth towards the roof. Then dragged them side to side in his cheeks. “You know, this will be more entertaining with the others since they’ll put up a fight probably”. This only told Zooble that they were the first one found. Given the rough texture, Jax leaned his head back and let the pieces of Zooble fall back into his throat muscles. Soon they’ll be their whole self again at least. He could feel them putting themselves back together inside him. It felt weird.

There was a bush with a locked box. So that shiny thing from earlier was the key. Jax whacked the bush again and got the key out. This egg was normal colored with the exception of a ribbon around it. “Gee, wonder who this is”, as if the crying inside didn’t give it away. “Where am I? Are you going to hurt me?” “Not sure, am I going to hurt you?” A shriek rattled the egg. “Jax! I.. I.. can’t.. get out of here?” “Pfft, it’s not hard”. He broke it open in just one hand. Underneath his fingers revealed Gangle. “Oh, you’re…”. She needed a minute to process. “I’m slightly taller, one could say,” Jax teased. “Uh huh.. um..” Gangle looked down past the fingers to see how far the fall damage would be if she tried to run. “Uh uh uh”, Jax closed his hand. “You’re not getting out of this one. But, I’m feeling merciful today, so you’ll get a reward at the end. How’s that sound?” The yellow glove unfurled to present a cowering Gangle. “Uhh, okayyy”.

Jax plucked her up by her shivering ribbon and lowered her slowly into his maw. She was trying to suppress her little shrieks. Jax then felt bumping from his stomach. “You WILL NOT HURT HER!” Jax placed a hand on his tummy to silence his captive. “What was that?” Gangle asked. With a wink, Jax replied, “your reward”. Jax then let go of the ribbon quickly. He swirled the ribbon around his tongue. She was trying to get out by holding onto the teeth. “Oh, floss, good idea”. “No, wait-“ too late. He took each of her arms around his teeth, having her face him to watch the black hole she would soon be sent to. “I gotta hand it to you. I think you taste the most like candy”. Before she could ask what that meant, she was shoved back into the mouth. He gulped down her ribbon like pasta and the rest followed.

At the end of the long journey down, Gangle was caught by a pair of mismatched hands. “Zooble? Oh, did I do this? I’m sorry, I-“ Zooble hushed her, “hey, it’s okay. You didn’t do anything. We just.. ugh.. have to sit around and wait for the others.” They kicked a wall and sat down. Caine probably doesn’t know much about anatomy. Jax’s stomach was made of a kind of rubber? They were not being actively harmed but they were captured. “Well, if I had to be trapped with anyone, I’m glad it’s you”. Gangle wrapped themselves around Zooble.

Another bush had a gimmick. You have to get the egg at just the right time or you get hit with circling blades. A blue egg with a bow was in this one. “Can anyone hear me?” Ragatha asked after feeling the lifting movement. “I can hear ya, DollFace, not that I want to”. “.. can anyone ELSE hear me?” “Nope. But I’ll do ya a favor and get ya out, free of charge. Well, sort of free”. “Fine”. Ragatha now sits in the hand of a bigger Jax, as if he wasn’t a big pain before. “You’re never gonna believe the way out, Raggsy”. She just stared at him, as he was staring back, waiting for an answer. She looked around to a never ending field of nothing but grass, her, and him. There wasn’t a rational guess but this wasn’t a rational world.

“I.. do you know?” He opened his mouth with his tongue in front of her, almost like a carpet. “.. really? This.. is a trick. A very stupid trick, Jax”. He giggled to himself. “I swear, it’s real this time.” The doll didn’t want to believe that statement, or really anything Jax says for that matter. But what choice does she have? “Ugh”, she groaned as she stepped on his tongue. He took her in his mouth and shoved her to his bottom row of teeth. She screamed at seeing the top row. So sharp. He felt under her with his tongue where her exact placement was and bit down. He shook his head violently with some of her stuffing falling out. An onlooker might believe he has rabies. Ragatha was both flailing and stuck in place. “Jax! I.. I trusted you!” “That was your own fault, toots”, Jax commented. He unlodged her and swallowed. Her soft texture took a few tries.

After having sent the ragdoll down his throat, he spotted a bouncing purple egg out of the corner of his eye with nothing to guard it. “Heh, even the crazy one is predictable”. Kinger’s eyes dilated upon release. “Hey Kingie. I’m gonna make this real easy for you, okay? Just jump in my mouth and we’re done. You won’t be lonely either”. He rubbed his tummy, partly to give him a hint, and partly because it felt good with all the moving things in him now. He positioned Kinger above him like a diving board. “Should I hold my breath for this dive?” Jax shrugged. “I don’t care”. Kinger hopped down the throat quickly. His landing actually hurt Jax from the inside and got him to stumble back.

He counted his fingers. One left and we’re done. His circusmates are probably sick of him moving around, whether it can be helped or not. Either way, he’ll want a nap after they metaphorically chew him out when they all get back.

He saw a bush at the end of a long stick. It’s a tree. Jax climbed up and snatched the blue and red spotted egg. “H-hello?” He didn’t give her an introduction to her situation. He simply broke her open with his free hand. “Oh. So you’re.. taller. Um..” She lost her balance and slipped through Jax’s fingers. “God-“ Jax let go of the branch he was holding into to fall faster than the jester. He landed flat on his back and Pomni landed face down on his tummy. She felt unusual movement under her. “What…” then she heard the muffled yelling. Jax grabbed Pomni with one hand and tried settling his stomach with the other. “What is going on…?” Jax grinned menacingly. “Wouldn’t you like to know, shortstuff?” After putting two and two together, Pomni jumped down from Jax’s hand and started to run. “Heh, no ya don’t!” He got on all fours and pounced her, taking her by the costume and setting her back down on his hand. “Do you want to try that again?” Pomni looked around for other options. “So, now what?” “Now I get to toy with you”. Despite her shaking protests, she still landed in Jax’s mouth. He chewed on the round parts of her outfit. Believe it or not, Jax had an idea of who to be careful with. Zooble’s plastic is kind of indestructible. Rag puts herself back together with a quick sew. She didn’t tear Gangle’s ribbon. Kinger .. he just knew he would choke if he went slow. He was swaying her side to side and wore her out. His tongue went upward to send her into his throat.

They slide me up and take me in their mouth. Aside from some involuntary wiggling, I set myself as still as I can. After they’ve shoved me down whole, I curl up. Their heart beat goes a little faster, then back to a slower pace.

The air around me gets warmer. I feel everything shift. They hold me while rolling to their side on the bed. The pressure feels nice but I have trouble breathing.

I pick the farthest place in the parking lot to simply view nature and be out of everyone’s way.

You would think that’s a solid plan. A car parks behind me. This person can leave at any time while I am frozen in place. They picked a spot behind me. There are so many more spots, none facing me, and yet they are facing this way. Something about being perceived. Every time I look over my shoulder, there they are.

I move to leave my car. Their car door opens. I leave my door ajar to let air in. I tend to hold my breath when I am noticed by someone.

They open my car door. I look them up and down. “Can I help you?” I’m preparing for “why have you been here for several hours?” to counter with “why are you?”.

They say nothing and grab my shoulders to pull me up out of the car. I hook my feet to the lip of the car door. I want to yell “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” but I am shoved into a small yet gaping black abyss, pulsating all around my head. Around my chin, a tongue inspects my lower face before it’s being shoved down.

They dislodged me from my car and pinned my hands to my sides. They have to be holding me a little bit away at an angle for all of my desperate kicks to keep missing. My chest is being swallowed up now for them to raise me. I slide further to hit the bottom of this involuntary water slide. Not long after some swallows and the rest of me no longer feels the outside world.

My partner kept waking me early, unintentionally, and I tried to be nice about it.

I couldn’t tell you what it was but ugh. The air felt thinner (can it even do that?), my chest is beating rapidly, and my torso just felt wrong and in pain.

I try to hold my breath to not alert my partner but it leads to more hyperventilating somehow, which alerts them more, no matter how hard I am fighting it.

“What’s wrong?” they ask. I can’t even look down at them. I put my hand through their hair and rub it a little. They hate when I do that but it’s the closest thing I could think to respond. Talking was a struggle. In huffs, I tried to articulate the noises coming out of me. “..br..breath..ing.. hurts.” I actually hold them closer to me. Partly to tell them they’re not the problem and they’re helping if anything, and partly for own comfort.

“Can I do anything?” I lay unresponsive. I give another squeeze. They start moving. I relax my arms. I don’t want them to leave but I can’t do much either.

They hover over me, our faces aligning. They caress my cheek and run their hand down my neck. The breathing is still heavy but that was soothing. They then took two fingers to a neck on my vein. “Oh.” Their surprised reaction only made me worry for them. I try to raise a hand to their shoulder to assure them I should be fine. I can’t stop this but it has to be temporary, right? It was all the other times this has happened. I just never had a timer for it since I don’t exactly choose when this happens.

I rub their back lightly and mutter, “sss fine..” I am not doing their concerned expression any favors. They leaned down, studying my face. I’m still fighting the heavy breathing. I can’t tell if I’m accidentally making it worse. As if to pacify it, they lean further and kiss me. They part their lips and I breath into them. My chest is still beating but it doesn’t feel like I have to try. Their presence gives me this kind of comfort.

They back away slowly. I’m feeling mostly better. My stomach still hurts. I’m breathing fast but don’t feel it anymore. I was about to try to thank them with any energy I had left when they spoke first. “Can I try something?” I nod. They make me feel like I have everything in the world, so they can do whatever they want with me.

They cupped my chin and pulled me up a little to kiss me again. They rub their back of my jaw. I guess they’re trying to relax me. I actually feel bad about how relaxed I am but I give in anyway. I feel my mouth getting bigger, as if something is forcing itself in. “Mmphf?” I reach out for their shoulders. They pin me and keep leaning. I feel a bulge in my throat with this mass descending from my face. I keep muffling. “Mmpf mm mm?” They knew what I was asking. “Yeah! I’ll be okay!” I don’t know what to do. I was genuinely wondering if my heart rate was going to crush them alone. But the weirdest thing was why did this feel good to me? It shouldn’t, right? I can’t tell if they’re past the point of no return but at the same time, they wanted this, right?

After their shoulders, they started shimmying. It wasn’t struggling. They were actually trying to go down. With my heaviest, concentrated breath, I swallow. The gulp echoes so loud that I can hear it. I can’t imagine it’s not deafening for them. Another gulp disappears their abdomen. I feel something kind of round enter my belly. It has to be their head. Past their knees, they descend and start curling up inside. I hold my gut in a “I got you” kind of way, even if it’s redundant in this case. With one last swallow, their legs meet the rest of them.

After regaining my breath, I get myself back to the situation. It’s hard to concentrate though with their squirming. “Uhh wha.. what are you.. doing?” I think I was too confused in the predicament to ask if they were okay. “Is this it right here?” They’re rubbing the part of my belly that hurts. My breathing is still heavy but more relaxed. “Uh.. uh huhhh”. They can probably feel my heart beat picking up. Then something shifts. Something has me in a chokehold. I can’t explain it. I feel something come up my throat. I lean over the bed. I make the most guttural noise as my partner plummets out of my mouth.

Time got the better of you. For coming all this way, they sat you down for a movie. A movie became a nap. A nap became time passing by. With each second comes a new blanket of snow to traverse.

You’re the first to awake. “Oh yeah, my car.” You check outside from the window. Given the state of emergency issued for your area, you really should head home, yeah? You take your belongings and head to your vehicle. In your gathering, you hear ruffling behind you. You quicken your haste as to not wake your partner.

You arrive to your snowy submerged automobile. The doors are glued shut. Curses. You figure your best bet is to lean up against the door with your body heat to eventually let you to your scraper, if you even remembered to pack one.

You stare at the buildings. You watch the snow. You retrace landmarks visually to where you think the ice might be its most patchy. You’re stuck in your thoughts that you don’t notice a figure coming towards you.

They call your name. “Huh?” You snap out of it. Your partner stands in front of you with a worried expression. “Are you sure this is even safe?” they inquire. “Uhh… it’s not great, could be worse I guess.” You try to lighten the mood and their concerns. After a silence, they simply say, “no.” Before you could reply, you’re lifted from your position.

After being brought back to warmth, they ask you if you’re okay. “Y-y-y-e-s-s?” It’s only now you realize how much you were shaking. They place you on the bed. They snuggle up close to you, holding your side as if to let you know they don’t intend to let you do that again.

Not long after, the inevitable power out occurs. They’re used to the cold. You? Not as much. You hold them tighter. “Do you want to get warmer?”

The question confused you. Of course you would but how? Candles? As if to clarify with you, they put your hands in their mouth, licking between the fingers. Your digits are more expressive now that they’re surrounded by heat. You look into their eyes and nod to accept their offer.