Honestly, Raiden is hungry for em~
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THUMP... THUMP... THUMP...

Why on earth did he try to nab some food here while that damn chicken was here, the little raccoon thought. A big, boisterous mixture of laughter and taunts followed behind him as his tiny little legs gave it their all. A final push to freedom. Huffing and wheezing, so close to the door, little sun rays shining through it's small window. The trash panda felt the tiny sack on his back filled with food bouncing, it's weight slowing him down.

"Almost there... A-almost..."

STOMP!!!

The poor little critter flew backwards landing flat on his back, the bag sent even further away. His heart sank at the sight of the giant rooster that had so easily caught up to him. A long sprint distance of a micro meant very little to a macro's step. Stunned in fear, he could only watch as a giant dusty grey sole loomed over him, toes wiggling. He could see through the gaps a visage of a very smug grin of a very happy bird.

STOMP... GRIND... PUMP.

Raiden held back, enjoying the squirms. His grin grew as he felt the little furball slowly sinking further into his sole, the heat building up, producing a nice light sweat glaze. The combination of the weight and moisture presses into the raccoon, quickly sealing him to the rooster's sole. Lifting his free leg, he stood with his full weight down, flexing on the control he held over his new toy. The squirms soon came to a halt. After sixty seconds of a full weight press, the rooster raised his sole, admiring his work with a smirk. Reaching down, Raiden grasped the tail of an embedded and flattened raccoon. He slowly peeled the newly formed sole sticker off, raising it above his giant open beak. Below the throat awaits the dark abyss for it's new guest.

Would he put the raccoon in storage or would he just be used as fuel? Only time would tell...
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Shory story by  strifes
Art by  dragotrashcan
Raiden is mine~

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