Finished the WIP
If the color appears to be too bright or 'funny' looking, I apparently run my monitor on 'Eco' which makes things look different. So when transferring the image over to my laptop from my desktop, it looks way different. I can't change the way the colors look on it either which makes me wonder if my eyes are messed up... bleh...

~It was like being struck by a low level charge, it bristled through his fur, crackling over his hide, and through his eyes. It rioted through his nerves, and that was it, he couldn't take it. He lost tension in his legs and collapsed to the ground trembling in a confused heap, "The... the h-hell?" He choked out attempting to regain his senses. The world felt as though it were spinning far faster than he ever hoped to go in his life. What in the world could have done that, a super tazer? Where the hell did that odd bird of a rabbit even hide a piece of ordinance like that?

His gazed drifted hazily towards a pair of blue furred legs... legs that seemed to rise and tower up into the sky. Come to think of it, how the hell could an electric shock make things look... bigger? "Wha... what the-the fuck did you do!?" he gripped the ground pressing hard against it attempting to level a glare towards the huge figure looming over him grinning. Immediately, he hated that smirk, that smug expression, those gree- Come to think of it he didn't remember a pair of dark orbs for eyes, set with brightly glinting green pupils, hell, he didn't remember glowing highlights or shapes either... then he began to catch on...

He felt himself plucked from the ground like a mere toy by a great hand, being held aloft high from the ground between two fingers. Then he heard the now deeper words thrumming through the air, "So... Makki is it right?" Smug, he was smug, and he swore he could feel his voice through his fur, like he was sitting next to a subwoofer during dubstep. Bastard must have did something...

It was so hard for him to think, but he -knew- he wasn't high, he just couldn't be, he was looking for Lyydra his lovely girl-only-a-friend had bent his ears about this weird ass rabbit, said he was into bizarre things, that he was eccentric. He had the fella pegged as an asshole, and so far he was right, even as he dangled what looked to be several stories in the air.

He felt stupid, like a dumbass... no worse... He couldn't think of a word appropriate for it. He had been shrunk, robbed of his size somehow, had to be some kind of hocus pocus that should really be illegal. He hung his head in his own situation, then he caught sit of it. Another green... thing, "Oh my god..." He probably shouldn't have spoken, but he couldn't help it. The rabbit was certainly male, and was unashamedly excited... He couldn't begin to chastise himself but he was actually checking it out... that... COCK underneath him. He couldn't tell how big it was... even though he shouldn't be thinking about it. Not at all, but it was -RIGHT- there... and it was green too. Hell it was so green it even seemed to give off light.

Clearly this wasn't missed, he heard a laugh from above, "I'm up here." He looked up, and saw it. God he hated that smug look, "Hi my name is Erex, how do you do?" The rabbit spoke in a clear mock civic tone, underlined with mischief. He hated him even more, even so as he was dropped onto the other hand, chest to the palm with his legs straddling the ring finger. In fact he could tell because he would feel the cool metal of one pressing up against his legs, "The name is Makki, and you better fix this you sick fu-ooooh...." He had in mind, a speech, of epic proportions. The sort that would have never likely worked, but something stopped him.

The smirk that he had so hated was gone, but it was replaced by something worse, those lips had parted, replaced by a wide yawn-no, scratch that. A huge yawn... and teeth... come to think of it, pointed ones, but that wasn't the weirdest thing, the skin, or flesh on the inside was green too, and it was blatantly glowing, even almost metallic looking, but that wasn't the point, he hand that he was resting on slide back putting him uncomfortably close to the jaws. He wanted to run, to get away, but he couldn't move. Not until a tapered tongue rose from his cave to slap him on the face, soaking through his fur on contact.

He reeled back in disgust, gripping the slithering appendage, intent to force it away, instead he was forced forward, sent careening past the teeth and skidding across the slimy surface of the tongue. He couldn't control his ride right over the slope over the green flesh, his face slamming into the tightly sealed flesh under the base of the tongue.

He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, unable to push himself backward. His hands could find no purchase, and his own weight kept him in his current position waiting to be pushed back, dreading being crushed and broken, by the wide pointed pillars waiting above, but that didn't happen.

Instead the resistance his head was resting against suddenly gave way, a hole opened up ahead of him, and he shouted in surprise in sudden vertigo, falling right into the abyss, though he didn't make it far. Only to his chest before the flesh sealed up around him tightly, denying him any movement for several seconds. He was trapped with only a pocket of air around his head to breath while the rest of his upper half was trapped by conforming flesh. It didn't last...

He opened his eyes right as he felt a sudden lurch, the walls of green again opening ahead of him to let him fall again all the way into the tube stretched out ahead of himself, before everything collapsed once more trapping him in a cocoon of what felt like hot wet bread dough. He couldn't tell if it was more disturbing to be able to see his surroundings or not. To be able to watch how the walls around him flexed of their own accord before suddenly shoving and squeezing him down with a loud unsettling organic glurp.

He was being swallowed, and he almost wished that he had been pinned and squashed between those teeth like any other kind of food item, but what lay ahead of himself was going to be more horrible than that, and likely so much more draw out. He hoped that he would be crushed by the actions of the throat, that didn't happen. It continued almost endlessly passing by the dull booms, of what he guessed could only be the... thing's heart. What a sicko, who got their rocks off by shrinking people... and eating them.

It was so absurd it was almost funny... almost. It was then his hands found something, another tight region of flesh... well tighter than the rest he felt ahead of himself. It didn't take a PHD to figure out what was just below, he head a rather loud liquid rumble sounding out from under himself and he cringed. He tried to push himself back from it, he didn't want to know what was in there, he didn't want to see it happening. Why did it all have to glow? Was it on purpose, did this guy derive sick pleasure from that too? He was about to accost his host for such things in as colorful and slanderous of a way as he possibly could, but he didn't get to do that.

He propped his arms and elbows as firmly as he possibly could against his surroundings as the entrance to the stomach below opened before him, he swore heatedly in as many ways as he could to defy his situation. His eyes again closed tight, and his teeth gritted, only reply was a hard squeeze that served only to push him right out like toothpaste from a tube, unceremoniously dropping him right into a stinging horrid pool of, wet fur?

He felt his face pressed up against something soft, and heard a dry comment tempered with mild annoyance, "Makki, as much as I might enjoy it, get your head out of my ass would ya?" His eyes bolted open, to the sight of a pair of soaked lavender buns. He knew them anywhere, in fact he had been trying to get this close to them for years, and only now, "Errr... so your... friend?" He had a hard time keep his gaze off of it while he spoke, "Yeah, before you ask, horrible melting death isn't going to happen..." her voice was filled with exasperation now, and it took him several moments before her words soaked in, "Oh... umn, that sounds... pretty good..." as far as he knew that gunk he and she were sitting in wasn't acidic, and she didn't seem worried, in fact things didn't stink like he would expect it would. Granted, it didn't smell like roses, but things certainly didn't seem lethal. In fact, he was in private now with his dear Girl-just-a-friend, something he would have killed for. Then again... maybe he could make used of the situation, "Hey... do you think..." He trailed off biting his lip. He knew that she liked him, just that he didn't want to risk loosing it. "Think... what?" he heard her tone, maybe she was into weird shit too, and so long as he didn't die he could get used to it, especially if he got them close together... "You think we could..." He had her attention, she could see her regarding him from her far more manageable position, so far she didn't seem disgusted, but it was hard to tell, looking over that behind, "Fine, but only if you admit it." he was puzzled and she saw it, "You know..." She pressed him and he knew now, "I..." He spoke quietly at first pausing and biting his lip before speaking slightly louder, strangely feeling more at ease in his present location, rather than anywhere else... maybe it was the absurdity... he didn't know, "I... I want to be more than friends..." he laid it all out, holding his breath, and she smiled, "I've been waiting to hear that for a long time..."

Inside, he knew what was going on, he could feel it... he even heard it, maybe not as clearly as he would have liked to, but he still loved it. Likely more than he should, but he couldn't deny himself the pleasure. Beyond that he knew about their relationship, it had laughably been going nowhere fast, with an outspoken purple young female enjoying the spices of things and an orange fella who was everybody's friend, but no one's lover. Poor guy was too scared of rejection. Text book, at least she knew what was going on, and that he was too much of a wuss to admit his own desire. That was when she talked to him, they had been friends for ages, and he cooked up an great; though somewhat self serving way to bring them together. He might be a sicko and a pervert, but his method was effective, even now his gaze drifted to his midsection, watching the muted movements going on, he figured it was very effective. He would leave them to their privacy, while enjoying some of his own... it was only fair. He would let them out later at his own convenience maybe he could have them again later... Lyydra enjoyed that sort of thing, and he was pretty sure he could corrupt Makki... He bit his lip and shut tight his eyes, keeping himself mercifully quiet. He would have to clean himself up, and would likely have to do so several times in the near future...

Story that I made up! It was due to a mocha frappuccino thing that I drank far too late in the night. I didn't check it for errors and such, so take it as is.

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