This one went really well actually. I just sat down and it flowed. Here is the result;
Convenience Food
Makuta squirmed as the big panther loaded them into the vending machine, carefully sliding the trays of micros in place. He was terrified, wondering how he’d had the terrible luck to end up as convenience food … junk food; that’s what he was going to become. A quick snack for people who didn’t eat healthy.
He winced at the squeaking as the glass door was closed and the delivery man left without a thought for the beings he had just doomed. The tiny squeak was amplified to his little ears and it left his head ringing.
The blue cat retreated into his thoughts, not wanting to face reality. He knew that the morning rush would begin any moment; students, workers coming in for a coffee before work or university. His only hope was that no one was hungry for a cat and at the end of the day they’d send him back to the factory for fresh stock.
He glanced up as the waiter opened the doors and put the signs out to indicate they were open. Any moment hungry normals would rush in and order coffee and a micro snack. The bastards in the capital refused to admit micro’s were living beings, and so he wound up as food.
It wasn’t long till the first hungry normal arrived, a wolfman in a business suit who stopped in front of the vending machine and licked his lips hungrily at the selection. Makuta looked up with fear as the man gazed over his choices before hitting a button.
Please don’t be me, he silently begged.
He breathed a sigh as a rabbit fell out of his holder and landed on a conveyor belt. It attached to the poor rabbits shackled limbs and tugged him along, towards the cooker. The rabbit vanished with a whimper, and Makuta idly wondered what the poor souls fate would be.
His question was answered as the wolf pulled a cup of soup out of the machine, the lifeless head of the rabbit floating on the surface and Makuta sighed. The rabbit had been given a quick end, chopped up and mixed into the soup in little pieces. He feebly hoped he would have the same fate, instead of being killed painfully by a normals teeth.
There was nothing more he could do to fight his fate, so Makuta sat back and watched with growing hope as the day flew past. Micro after micro was consumed; a black cat was turned into a pie filling, the donkey next to him had become a decadent dessert, suspended in strawberry jelly when the normal pulled him out. And they were just some of the poor victims; so many had disappeared into the cooker, and then down to the stomach’s of normal’s, nourishing them.
Makuta faced the growing realisation he was nothing but food.
Eventually was almost closing time, and he hoped he could survive the day. Only fifteen minutes to go by the clock on the coffee shops wall. He squirmed, his mind delighting in happiness as he saw the minutes tick away.
His hope was abruptly crushed as a lithe cat like himself stepped up. The teenager looked to be barely over eighteen, and he was grinning as he inserted his money.
Makuta tried to shrink back as the boy’s gazed passed over him. Not me, please no, he thought, pleading silently. There weren’t many micro’s left, and it only made his chances worse.
“Hurry up and choose already!” A big horse clapped the cat on the shoulder. “This placing is closing bro and I wanna get one too.” Their voices boomed in the vending machine and Makuta wanted to cover his ears but his restrained arms stopped him.
The cat shrugged his friend off and hit a button. Makuta waited breathlessly as the machine shuddered, and then sucked in a deep breath when he saw a rat slip onto the conveyor belt and proceed to the cooker. He sighed and closed his eyes, thanking whoever was listening for their mercy.
He’d completely forgotten about the horse and he let out a startled scream as he felt the machine pushed him out. He fell with a thump onto the conveyor, which attached to his manacles. Makuta tried to pull away but it was useless as the conveyor belt pulled him towards to the heating element.
“No! No! Please no!” He begged out loud as he was dragged along, feeling the heat begin to seep into his body as he slid under the element. He shuddered as he felt it gently toast his body, the warmth doing strange things to his body that felt good. He’d never imagined it’d be like this, he’d resisted imaging it at all, to fearful.
Makuta didn’t have long to enjoy it as he was pulled along, and he squeezed his eyes shut, not waiting to look as he slid into the preparation chamber. The manacles let go and he was tipped forward, landing on something cold and soft.
He opened his eyes to see he was sitting on a piece of cheese, which was in turn sitting on a piece of bread. He squirmed in fright as he saw another piece of cheese dropping and let out a gasp as it landed on him. Something heavy pressed down on top of the cheese and he felt himself moving again. He wiggled and tried rolling out of the sandwich but his muscles had cooked in place.
A bright light surrounded him and it became suddenly hard to breath as he felt heat pouring down on him - not gentle like before, but harsh and burning. The cheese dripped around him as the sandwich was toasted, and then it slid out into the slot with a bing.
He felt himself lifted up as the horse grasped his meal. “That one really fought didn’t he.” The horse chuckled as he and his friend walked out of the coffee shop. He took a big bite of the cat and cheese sandwich as he walked, moaning at the flavour. He’d have to buy more of these he decided as he licked his lips and pushed more into his mouth.
Makuta yelped as he felt his legs disappear - there was no pain, the nerves killed by the cooking. Simply he stopped feeling anything below the waist. He panicked, knowing this was his end.
He couldn’t see the mouth that ended him, he simply felt a sudden nothing as the blunt horse teeth tore away a chunk of the sandwich.
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“Oooft.” Grey moaned as he rushed to the toilet. His bowels had suddenly decided they needed to pass his earlier micro meal and he dropped his trousers and sat on the toilet just in time. The first stool was already pushing out of his spread ass and he groaned, an arm bracing against the wall as the large chunk pushed out.
The smell wafted up to his nose and he delighted at the pungent odor. He always loved the perverse knowledge that he was going to flush the remains of a living being soon.
The first piece of shit hit the water with a splash, and Grey kept pushing as two more lumps joined it. His ass was stretched wide and it slowly began to resume its tight pucker as the last of the shit passed his bowels.
He wiped and stood up, before looking down into the toilet. He could see the skull of the cat who had been his meal, embedded in the shit, all that remained of his food. He smiled as he flushed the toilet, the cat disappearing into the sewers, and he pulled up his pants and buckled them.
Grey closed the toilet door behind him, and cocked his head in interest as something came up on the television. “Breaking news; the Senate has finally passed the Micro Enablement Act, making them sapient beings. Protesters have gathered outside the capitol building to bemoan the sudden banning of the countries favourite snack.”
Grey frowned for a moment but he smiled knowing it was too late for the blue cat.
