You've been eaten. You couldn't stop it. Maybe you didn't want to. Maybe the handsome Lopp snuggled you close and you barely noticed his sensual kissing getting deeper and deeper. Or maybe you struggled all the way down. Maybe you pleaded and pounded on the walls until there wasn't a 'you' anymore.

It doesn't matter. To Vurga's tummy, every cutie's the same. Another friend to churn up and snuggle away. You're absorbed. It doesn't hurt. Really, it's just a firm squeeze all around you. You're pressed to the softness all around until you can't feel where the Lopp ends and you begin. The realization comes quickly. The Lopp doesn't end. There isn't a 'you' to feel anymore.

Sensations return. You can see again, but the nose in front of your face is unfamiliar. You try to reach up and grab it, but can't. You can't move. The arms just out of sight don't belong to you. Neither does the nose. In fact, these aren't your eyes that you're seeing out of. They're Vurga's.

When he gives a fond pat to his belly, it feels like your world's a swaying hammoc. You jiggle and wobble with the motion of the doughy gut, the boucing, golden gut perfectly mirroring every sensation you feel. There's no denying what's happened. You were digested. You're a part of that stomach. You can still feel it's heat and comfort around you, but you can see and hear what your predator does. You're a sentient piece of Vurga fat, a trapped passenger who can sway along and watch as his predator goes about his life, but unable to do anything more than watch. You're not you anymore. You're just more him.

Maybe it's torture. This awful creature not only ate you alive, but he's turned you into a prisoner. You can't resist, you can't call out, there's nothing you can do to warn the world that you're in there. Just as bad, there's no way to get Vurga's attention. You don't have a mouth to speak anymore. All you can do is yell in your mind, but the Lopp doesn't seem to notice. You're left powerless to stop him or even look away as he makes meals out of so many others. In the beginning, you're excited when bounty hunters and rival pirates show up to challenge him. But they never win. They're eaten just like you. In time, you no longer hope for someone to best Vurga. You just hope that they'll escape. You cry out warnings to run every time, but you know they can't even hear you.

Or maybe it's bliss. Warmth, comfort, safety, there wasn't an unpleasant sensation to be found in the Lopp's tummy. Sometimes, you swear you can even feel affection and love flowing through. While you've lost your old life, Vurga's provided a very exciting new one. Watching a hungry space pirate is never dull. Every time he swallows someone, you can feel them stretching and wiggling your home in a tender massage. Some of them give in, just like you. The ones who don't? Well, it's pleasant inside. They'll relent in time. It's just so hard to resist. It's more than just blissful. A part of you feels fulfilled. Like you've found your place in life. You're useful and part of a greater whole.

No matter how you feel, Vurga will never know. It's not because he doesn't like you or doesn't care. But...there are so many just like you in him. So many made the journey before you and so many will make it after. You're just a speck in his belly. A tiny soul in a little piece of softness among hundreds, maybe thousands of others. That isn't to say you aren't useful. You and all the rest are natural batteries. Souls are pure energy, constantly regenerating. Much of it is siphoned into the Lopp, fueling him and keeping him youthful. Your payment for the permanent home he provides.

Even if he remembers you perfectly, he doesn't know exactly where you ended up. It's like seeing where a single grain of sand fell in an hourglass. And odds are, he forgot about you long ago. Not out of malice, but you were a snack. Possibly a beloved one, but just one morsel in a lifetime of gluttony. Your memory's faded and blurred into all the other lives that have vanished past his grin, just another pleasant warmth in the ocean of his belly.

And that's your eternity. Will you cling to who you used to be? Will you let your old life go? Will you struggle and thrash in your mind? Will you call out, pleading for someone to hear you? Will you embrace the warmth and resign yourself to the comfort? Vurga will never know. There are simply too many to check. But he loves them all. He may never truly see them again, but he knows they're safe and warm, close as close can be. He's sure he can feel their love and affection just as he's sure they can feel his.

Your old life is over. Your old name means nothing. You're Vurga now. And there's nothing that can separate you from him.

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This amazing piece was done by  tanio . It's dedicated to everyone who's played with Vurga so far. One of those specks is you.