Roy could feel the warm saliva crawling on his body, the hot air coming from down the dark gullet and the gurgling noises coming from down bellow. The maw was closed shut, barely any light coming through the cracks, not like he wanted to see anything. He was stuck inside the maw of the Arcanine he was supposed to care of, left at her mercy.
The Arcanine swallowed.
Roy felt the tongue rise up and push his head towards the dark wet abyss. There wasn't anything for him to do. He felt his hands go down the throat, followed by his hand, then chest and legs, going down the wet slide until they reached her stomach. His face hitting already mushed dog food. His body getting forced into ball like shape, with weird hot liquid splashing around him and dog food sticking to his body.
He started struggling and squirming, using all his force to push his limbs on the stomach walls only to get pushed back and squished back into the ball shape. Roy tried to climb down the gullet but the hole was closed shut, so was the other way. He kept on pushing and struggling but the hot air quickly took all his stamina and force. His struggles and kicks calmed down, he remained into the ball shape inside her stomach. Surrounded by dog food, he realized he was the dog food now.
On the outside, the Arcanine watched his futile struggles calm down. She started walking away, proud of her accomplishment, her belly swinging side to side with each step, making her insides wobble around. Food and water hitting and sticking more and more on Roy's body. She went towards her bed and laid down on her belly, forcing her insides to get squished even more.
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