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Yessssss, I finally finished this. Part 2 of this baby over here:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17028939/
So here you go. Part 3 should be up when I get that done too.
Edit:
part 1:http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17028939/
part 3:http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17865411/
You slowly start to wake. You try to open your eyes, but the effort just makes you groan, so you keep them closed.
You’re somewhere dark… and warm. Very warm. Toasty almost, actually. And you become aware of a sort of gentle, rhythmic swishing. Liquid. You’re floating on your back, and the liquid is swishing you around just a little as it bobs to the rhythm of what sounds like some very loud, very large breathing somewhere above you… all around you. And like a drumming baseline, you hear the heartbeat, filling the fleshy chamber all around you with its thrumming sound.
You’re inside the bear.
You’re startled awake. Your eyes bolt open and you can barely see walls of slathery flesh doming far above you, dripping in gunk and protective mucus. You try to sit up in the thick, marsh-like goop of the bear’s digestive chime, but the shift in position only makes you dip under it. You manage to catch your breath just before your head goes under.
The hot liquid is all around you. You become keenly aware of just how nude you are, as a slight tingling sensation is almost oppressively soaking into your every surface. You try to swim upwards and break the surface for some more of that hot, humid air but just as you do you feel some drastic swishing motion. Is the bear shifting in his sleep? Everything tilts and turns and groans with digestive effort. You feel yourself being tossed around within the chime. It’s getting harder and harder to hold your breath, especially with your lips feeling so distinctly acid burned. You manage to figure out which way is up and swim that way only to end up knocking against something large and solid. A huge chunk of something in mid digestion. You can’t make your way past it in its sheer size. You beat against it, your lungs starting to feel tight, your head lighter and lighter. You don’t know how much longer you can take this, you’ve got to break the surface. You take a chance. You dive downwards, kicking off against the large chunk, then swim across a distance before blindly shooting upwards again.
Your head bursts out and you gasp a lungful of fetid stomach gas. It stings on its way down, but it’s air, and your lungs seem pretty thankful for it. Just before you can get a good look around, however, you see motion all around you as the fleshy walls churn once more, swishing the stomach contents. You see a great wave of acid careening onto you, a few floating chunks visible in the gloomy belly darkness. You take a breath, and manage to grab hold of something. It turns over once, submerging you, then again, then once more. You’re under again, and this time you can really feel the sting of acid rashing on your bare body. The chime swirls to a stop and you start to make your way to the edge of whatever chunky object you grabbed by following it with your hands and finally breaking the surface next to it.
You’re met with the face of a fish. Salmon, by the looks of it. Its head has been severed by bearish incisors at the gills and its eyes are all but gone, devoured by the acid. You climb aboard it, shuddering.
This is it. This is really it.
The bear’s gargantuan body is so busy just living all around you. So many sounds… So many little glorps and gurps and groans and gurgles… not to mention that steady snoring. Relentlessly large. You let it fill you, shuddering as you cling to the acid soaked fish head. The sounds course across just beyond the belly’s inner flesh… liquid being sloshed and squirted… flooding inner cavities and vacating others… processing and burning fat… you can just see the blood gushing all over outside the stomach walls, fueling their digestive pursuit, drinking from the protein rich salmon soup.
And here you are. Right in the middle of it. And the bear isn’t even awake…
You feel a chill shooting up your spine and you let out an involuntary moan. “O-oohh…”
Why are you thinking like this? This is bad! You’re stuck inside a sleeping bear as he breaks down his dinner, your thoughts should be “how am I gonna get out of this mess?”
You shake your head, and some of the “mess” is flung off your hair. Maybe you could try finding the lower sphincter. Making it back up the way you came is really just a pipe dream after all…
Some groaning beneath you. A few bubbles of gas pop out of the acid soup. Those must have slipped out from the intestines under you! Maybe you could…
Loud, furious digestive groans come over the stomach. You manage to grab hold of the fish head just as another bout of churning begins. Here you go…
You splash under. But this time something’s different. The stomach is really stirring its meal, trying to turn the whole soupy mess end over end and soak over everything. You can just feel yourself going lower and lower. This is it. You can’t see anything and you’re not sure you can even make it through the sphincter, but you have no choice now. You wait until it feels like the fish head has settled a little towards the bottom and then you let go. Counting seconds of held breath in your head, you dive for the stomach floor.
Five… six…
You touch what seems to be flesh.
Seven…
It’s uneven. Folds and mucus.
Eight… nine… ten…
Your lungs cramp in urgency. Your fingers search through the flesh.
Eleven…
There’s got to be… a way down…
Twelve… thirteen…
The acid… really… eating away at you…
Fourteen…
Can’t… hold on…
Fifteen…
You’re slipping. You can just feel your mind starting to fade from lack of oxygen. You’re about to pass out.
Sixteen.
You search through the flesh, holding on to the urgency of your heart as it tries to burst its way out of your chest and swim up to the surface, but you hold. You hold. This is your only chance.
Seventeen…
It’s got... to be… somewhere…
Eighteen…
Your heart is a locomotive.
N-nine… teen…
Gotta…
Find…
It…
The flesh suddenly gives way under your hand. You feel it sink into a tight pucker, and a gas bubble bursts out of it, popping the thing wide open. It yanks you down with the suction of its vacuum.
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17028939/
So here you go. Part 3 should be up when I get that done too.
Edit:
part 1:http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17028939/
part 3:http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17865411/
You slowly start to wake. You try to open your eyes, but the effort just makes you groan, so you keep them closed.
You’re somewhere dark… and warm. Very warm. Toasty almost, actually. And you become aware of a sort of gentle, rhythmic swishing. Liquid. You’re floating on your back, and the liquid is swishing you around just a little as it bobs to the rhythm of what sounds like some very loud, very large breathing somewhere above you… all around you. And like a drumming baseline, you hear the heartbeat, filling the fleshy chamber all around you with its thrumming sound.
You’re inside the bear.
You’re startled awake. Your eyes bolt open and you can barely see walls of slathery flesh doming far above you, dripping in gunk and protective mucus. You try to sit up in the thick, marsh-like goop of the bear’s digestive chime, but the shift in position only makes you dip under it. You manage to catch your breath just before your head goes under.
The hot liquid is all around you. You become keenly aware of just how nude you are, as a slight tingling sensation is almost oppressively soaking into your every surface. You try to swim upwards and break the surface for some more of that hot, humid air but just as you do you feel some drastic swishing motion. Is the bear shifting in his sleep? Everything tilts and turns and groans with digestive effort. You feel yourself being tossed around within the chime. It’s getting harder and harder to hold your breath, especially with your lips feeling so distinctly acid burned. You manage to figure out which way is up and swim that way only to end up knocking against something large and solid. A huge chunk of something in mid digestion. You can’t make your way past it in its sheer size. You beat against it, your lungs starting to feel tight, your head lighter and lighter. You don’t know how much longer you can take this, you’ve got to break the surface. You take a chance. You dive downwards, kicking off against the large chunk, then swim across a distance before blindly shooting upwards again.
Your head bursts out and you gasp a lungful of fetid stomach gas. It stings on its way down, but it’s air, and your lungs seem pretty thankful for it. Just before you can get a good look around, however, you see motion all around you as the fleshy walls churn once more, swishing the stomach contents. You see a great wave of acid careening onto you, a few floating chunks visible in the gloomy belly darkness. You take a breath, and manage to grab hold of something. It turns over once, submerging you, then again, then once more. You’re under again, and this time you can really feel the sting of acid rashing on your bare body. The chime swirls to a stop and you start to make your way to the edge of whatever chunky object you grabbed by following it with your hands and finally breaking the surface next to it.
You’re met with the face of a fish. Salmon, by the looks of it. Its head has been severed by bearish incisors at the gills and its eyes are all but gone, devoured by the acid. You climb aboard it, shuddering.
This is it. This is really it.
The bear’s gargantuan body is so busy just living all around you. So many sounds… So many little glorps and gurps and groans and gurgles… not to mention that steady snoring. Relentlessly large. You let it fill you, shuddering as you cling to the acid soaked fish head. The sounds course across just beyond the belly’s inner flesh… liquid being sloshed and squirted… flooding inner cavities and vacating others… processing and burning fat… you can just see the blood gushing all over outside the stomach walls, fueling their digestive pursuit, drinking from the protein rich salmon soup.
And here you are. Right in the middle of it. And the bear isn’t even awake…
You feel a chill shooting up your spine and you let out an involuntary moan. “O-oohh…”
Why are you thinking like this? This is bad! You’re stuck inside a sleeping bear as he breaks down his dinner, your thoughts should be “how am I gonna get out of this mess?”
You shake your head, and some of the “mess” is flung off your hair. Maybe you could try finding the lower sphincter. Making it back up the way you came is really just a pipe dream after all…
Some groaning beneath you. A few bubbles of gas pop out of the acid soup. Those must have slipped out from the intestines under you! Maybe you could…
Loud, furious digestive groans come over the stomach. You manage to grab hold of the fish head just as another bout of churning begins. Here you go…
You splash under. But this time something’s different. The stomach is really stirring its meal, trying to turn the whole soupy mess end over end and soak over everything. You can just feel yourself going lower and lower. This is it. You can’t see anything and you’re not sure you can even make it through the sphincter, but you have no choice now. You wait until it feels like the fish head has settled a little towards the bottom and then you let go. Counting seconds of held breath in your head, you dive for the stomach floor.
Five… six…
You touch what seems to be flesh.
Seven…
It’s uneven. Folds and mucus.
Eight… nine… ten…
Your lungs cramp in urgency. Your fingers search through the flesh.
Eleven…
There’s got to be… a way down…
Twelve… thirteen…
The acid… really… eating away at you…
Fourteen…
Can’t… hold on…
Fifteen…
You’re slipping. You can just feel your mind starting to fade from lack of oxygen. You’re about to pass out.
Sixteen.
You search through the flesh, holding on to the urgency of your heart as it tries to burst its way out of your chest and swim up to the surface, but you hold. You hold. This is your only chance.
Seventeen…
It’s got... to be… somewhere…
Eighteen…
Your heart is a locomotive.
N-nine… teen…
Gotta…
Find…
It…
The flesh suddenly gives way under your hand. You feel it sink into a tight pucker, and a gas bubble bursts out of it, popping the thing wide open. It yanks you down with the suction of its vacuum.
Category Story / Vore
Species Bear (Other)
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File Size 14.2 kB
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