The entire endeavour was horrific and beyond disgusting, but at this point, the poor mouse was thoroughly desensitized to her unenviable situation. Every breath now a slow and shallow struggle, as the drenched doe found herself unpleasantly soaked in a phlegmy coating of unknown juices, that seemed to seep in from places unseen to help lubricate her slime-slathered progress. The claustrophobic conditions making it had to tell exactly how far she had travelled, as the humid hug of the gelatinous soft tissue limited her vision to what was soggily smooshing against her nose. Yet she continued to blindly burrow forward into the labyrinthian bowels, which seemed to stretch for miles before her like an inescapable maze of undulating moistness.

The dank duct work she was crawling through never-ending, as the uniform nature of the muggy piping made it impossible to chart the extent of her sweltering journey. The only noticeable variance occurring when the mouse encountered the natural narrowing of the claggy chute she was crawling through, once she eased her intestinal ooze-glazed body through the throbbing threshold of the ileocecal valve.  The tight confines of the small intestine offering even less room to manoeuvre, as the clammy caress of the wet walls surrounding her did everything in their power to make every inch of the doe’s tiresome trek harder.

The pulsating plumbing slick, and next to impossible to grip, resulting in the doe’s progress being comparable to a worm wriggling against the current, yet even as she began to tire, she tenaciously persisted. Her sense of self drowning in the inky abyss encapsulating her, as the deafening sound of the cat’s heart blissfully wubbing away, smothering out the meek noise of her own little pump ticking over. The noise paired by the slow cycle of a pair of ventilating lungs cycling like the monotony of a biological clock.  The only break to this rhythm being the intermittent loud groan or gurgle, that interrupted the organ white noise as the digestive tract that now made up her entire world chimed in with a quaking quiver.

A final squelch putting an end to her slithering expedition though, as the mouse’s snout booped against a tense ring of muscle indicating that perhaps she might have finally reached the end of the twisting tunnels she had been shuffling through. The resistance of the pert doughnut of flesh offering a glimmer of hope, as with an unsteady paw she began to prod the rubbery orifice with an exhausted desperation. For a few agonizing seconds, it held firm, before with a “SHLRR….” It began to relax and dilate, allowing the doe to push her muzzle into the palpitating precipice yawning before her. The mouse shuffling against the orifice with a renewed vigour, before with a sudden “POP!” her nuzzling snout suddenly slid forward into the sour sleeve of the lower stomach.

The fluxing lurch taking the rodent off guard, as she suddenly found herself plunged headfirst into a boiling broth. The doe resisting the urge to gasp, as she suddenly found herself unable to breathe, in the few frantic seconds it took her to squeeze her svelte shoulders through the sphincter and into the churning cavity of her captor’s caustic gut.  Her lungs hurting, as she breached the surface of the bitter stew and took in a much-needed heave of the stale atmosphere of the gastric chamber. The tart air like an acidic aerosol, stinging her sinuses as she desperately sucked it in, as she found it much more hostile than her previous gulps of steamy oxygen.    

The abrupt entry to the gastric chamber further disorientating the doe, as she found her senses assaulted by the tangy stench of the miasma swirling around her, which stung her sensitive nose with an acrid searing sensation.  The acetic assault enough to make her grimace, as her watering eyes began to dart around the blackness around her in frantic search for her marinating mate.  The feeling of matted fur brushing against her fingers fleetingly, as she fumbled against her captivity, though the unresponsive reaction to her presence was more than alarming. The thought he might have suffocated slipping into her mind, as she pessimistically pulled him closer in an attempt to free his limp limbs from their bounds.  

The dripping twine fitting neatly between the doe’s teeth, as she bit down in an attempt to gnaw through the acid-soaked rope. The mouse immediately retching, as the cord she was chewing on imparted the foul taste of vomit upon her palate, causing a distressed snort to ruffle out of her nostrils, as she bit through her unconscious partner's fetters.  The material proving soft against her enamel, as it only took a few deep snips from her incisors enough to shear through the rope, finally freeing the buck after a few strenuous seconds. The rope falling away, but even then he didn’t react, simply lying motionless, prompting the doe to begin shaking him, in a vain attempt to rise him from his anoxic stupor…..

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Dragging herself through the bowels of her tormentor, the poor doe finally finds herself at the lower stomach valve, though by the looks of things it is too late for her to save her mate...

A story done for my Patron  justanothermeal who wanted a story to go with a comic they got from Muhny (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/muhny/ ). This one features a feline that has had several sequences bullying more bitesize anthros. This is part five of this sequence, the rest can be found here:

Part one: https://aryion.com/g4/view/987070

Part two: https://aryion.com/g4/view/1005616

Part three: https://aryion.com/g4/view/1015947

Part four: https://aryion.com/g4/view/1025026

Part five: you are here

part six: https://aryion.com/g4/view/1043263


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