You shake your head to cast aside any doubt. What could go wrong? You don’t think twice and plunge your head into the back of the pinkish gullet… “Piiii…” you groan with disgust as you are greeted with warm slobber and fleshy folds; but you try not to dwell on it and push deeper as quickly as you can, with your paw outstretched in front.
The slowpoke seems to have not registered your aggressive face dive yet and still sits there unmoving as you wiggle yourself deeper. Every inch down increases the heftiness of the walls around as well as the heat and stench. You groan and gag as you press deeper until you are up to your hips in slowpoke throat - just a little further and you’ll be able to confirm if your nephew is within.
Up ahead, the growling stomach grows louder, and around you the beating of his heart. You stretch as far as you can, your paw now reaching into the cavity. While it does burn slightly, you can tell by the feel and smell it is indeed empty and has not had a guest in the last day or two. Convinced now that the slowpoke did not eat Jet, you begin to try and wriggle out…
But just as you start to back up, the slowpoke lets out a low muffled groan that vibrates through your body. You distinctly feel the slowpoke’s mouth close around your ass and tilt towards the sky.
“H-hey! W-wait!!!” You scream in terror but it is much too late; the slimy walls shudder then… GLLLKK! Concentric throat muscles pinch your midsection and in one swift motion, push you deeper into the pink monster. Your head is thrust into the grimy gut, giving you the full range of smells you only got a whiff of earlier.
“NO-NO-NO! Not like this!!” You yell as you try to brace your arms against the fleshy walls, but another powerful gulp sends the rest of you to join your head in your soon-to-be grave. The horizontal stomach presses snug on all sides, squeezing and churning as it begins to secrete digestive enzymes for its unexpected dinner guest. Burning acids begin to coat you from all sides, as well as pool around your stomach.
Running out of options, you squirm, thrash, and cry out - but the unforgiving gut of the fish-eater is designed to keep struggling, live prey in place until they succumb to its natural forces.
Think… you tell yourself; panicking now will get you nowhere. There has to be a way out of this, right? You still have your electricity! A good shock or two may force him to throw you up. Or maybe pleading with the slowpoke is the better option; you aren’t his natural prey and it seems like he may have eaten you accidentally - probably forgetting you climb into his mouth, to begin with.
You have to try something at least. What do you do?
