Keep playing dead!
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 13
by
copier
· original author:
ifitgrows
You try your hardest not to panic. Despite every muscle in your body screaming to struggle and fight your way out you keep still. Trying your best to maintain your composure so that the cat will lose interest like all the ones before. Your iron will is soon rewarded... With a final lurch as your feet slip past the cats lips and you feel the muscular throat start to pull the rest of you in.
By now you realize that playing dead has failed but it is also too late. Your arms held to your side by the cat's constricting esophagus as your feet flail wildly in its mouth. Another quick gulp and that too is no longer possible. It feels like an eternity as your constricted body delves deeper and deeper into your feline predator. Until finally, with a plop, you are deposited into a relatively cramped fleshy sack.
If you somehow hadn't known where you were, the gastric juices and half chewed up cat food made it quite clear.
"Great. Guess I can add cat food to my resume when I get out of here.", You grumbled as you tried to right yourself.
Unlike all the other stomachs you had been in, this one was comparably small. Standing on shaky legs you were even able to touch the 'ceiling' if you stretched. This offered an opportunity you didn't normally have when you were treated as a snack. You could somewhat reach the sphincter to the cat's esophagus.
That ray of hope was quickly dashed however, when the moment you had barely managed to slip your arm in did you find it immediately forced out by a feline gulp.
"Well, so much for that."
Looked like it was the back door again. You dreaded the thought of being deposited in a litter box, but waiting it out in another stomach seemed just a tad bit worse. So you went searching in the dark until you eventually found the OTHER sphincter... only to find you couldn't fit more than a hand through with all you might.
"....No. NO. NONONONONONONNOOOOOOOO!!!", you screamed as you fought viciously against the fleshy ring that was denying you freedom. When that failed you rushed back to the esophageal sphincter only to be repeatedly gulped down.
This had never happened before. You had gotten so used to being swallowed you had never stopped to wonder what would happen if the body's natural course wouldn't free you. In a sick twist of fate, you were trapped like a rat in this cat's gut.
You banged against the walls, screamed, pleaded, tried everything you could think of to be freed from your feline prison. Only to be greeted by the sound of the stupid cat purring. It was ENJOYING the little show its meal was putting on for it. You slipped down on your knees and held your head in your hands, taking deep breaths. You tried to be hopeful. Christine would surely notice you. Sure, she views you as property. But MAYBE she would care enough about her possessions to not let them stew inside her cat.
So, what happens?
By now you realize that playing dead has failed but it is also too late. Your arms held to your side by the cat's constricting esophagus as your feet flail wildly in its mouth. Another quick gulp and that too is no longer possible. It feels like an eternity as your constricted body delves deeper and deeper into your feline predator. Until finally, with a plop, you are deposited into a relatively cramped fleshy sack.
If you somehow hadn't known where you were, the gastric juices and half chewed up cat food made it quite clear.
"Great. Guess I can add cat food to my resume when I get out of here.", You grumbled as you tried to right yourself.
Unlike all the other stomachs you had been in, this one was comparably small. Standing on shaky legs you were even able to touch the 'ceiling' if you stretched. This offered an opportunity you didn't normally have when you were treated as a snack. You could somewhat reach the sphincter to the cat's esophagus.
That ray of hope was quickly dashed however, when the moment you had barely managed to slip your arm in did you find it immediately forced out by a feline gulp.
"Well, so much for that."
Looked like it was the back door again. You dreaded the thought of being deposited in a litter box, but waiting it out in another stomach seemed just a tad bit worse. So you went searching in the dark until you eventually found the OTHER sphincter... only to find you couldn't fit more than a hand through with all you might.
"....No. NO. NONONONONONONNOOOOOOOO!!!", you screamed as you fought viciously against the fleshy ring that was denying you freedom. When that failed you rushed back to the esophageal sphincter only to be repeatedly gulped down.
This had never happened before. You had gotten so used to being swallowed you had never stopped to wonder what would happen if the body's natural course wouldn't free you. In a sick twist of fate, you were trapped like a rat in this cat's gut.
You banged against the walls, screamed, pleaded, tried everything you could think of to be freed from your feline prison. Only to be greeted by the sound of the stupid cat purring. It was ENJOYING the little show its meal was putting on for it. You slipped down on your knees and held your head in your hands, taking deep breaths. You tried to be hopeful. Christine would surely notice you. Sure, she views you as property. But MAYBE she would care enough about her possessions to not let them stew inside her cat.
So, what happens?
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