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Commission for ANONYMOUS about a small fox who sneaks into a house looking for food, only to end up as prey for a bat that's also looking for a nice meal.
It was such an idiotic idea. And yet, the small red fox couldn’t help but marvel at the brilliance of it. Sneaking into a house for food wouldn’t have been such a bad idea if there wasn’t a huge party going on. But now that the two-foot-tall vulpine was here, surrounded by all these mysterious and mouth-watering scents, there was no point in leaving now. The micro hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast; he deserved to eat a huge meal before heading back out and exploring the rest of the world. Besides, with so many furs and scaleys about (many of whom were drunk), they probably wouldn’t notice him anyway; he could easily scurry by their footpaws and hide when he needed to. So the brownish-red fox put his stealthy skills to good use and started to run along the floor, using chairs, the couch, and any other large objects in the area to hide behind whenever someone got too close. The fox looked up at a bear sitting in a chair too small for his oversized rump and waited for him to get up. After he did, the fox panted as he sprinted forward and latched onto the chair’s front leg.
The micro began to slowly climb up the wooden chair, ignoring the two cheetahs that were chatting with each other and drinking a cold can of beer. Once the fox was on the seat, he stared at the table with a long cloth dangling from it and started to breathe heavily. He was gonna have to jump. The vulpine got a brief running start before he exhaled harshly and pushed himself into jumping. He grunted and leaped forward, grabbing hold of the cloth so he wouldn’t fall on the floor. The fox glanced behind and yelped when he noticed that the ursine was coming back. The vulpine scurried up the cloth like a spider, panting with much relief once he ended up on top of the table. The reddish-brown fox quickly rolled behind a giant bowl of chili before the bear sat down and spotted him. The micro closed his eyes and sighed with relief, and then wiggled his nose when the delicious scent of tortilla chips filled his lungs. He walked around the table, hiding behind cans and bottles as he got closer and closer to the chips and the salsa dip sitting beside it. But it didn’t take long for the hungry fox to reach the bowl, and once he did, he grinned widely and started to drool.
Around the same time, a winged “fox” creature landed in the front lawn of the house, groaning and wobbling as he tried to stand still. The creature, a spectacled flying fox, shook his head and stood straight up, a can of beer in one hand and drool running down his chin. The flying fox hiccupped before he wiped some of the drool off and began to walk forward.
“Heeeeeeey, party’s still goin’!” he said in a slurred voice.
The arctic fox leaning against a car exhaled. “Yeah, Calum. We’re still partying.”
Calum laughed heartily and chugged the rest of the beer in his right hand. “Ya still got that pepper ‘n’ anchovy pizza?”
“No, Calum. You ate the whole damn thing, remember?”
The giant bat licked his lips. “Huh. Was wonderin’ wot that taste was.” Calum hiccupped again as he drunkenly lumbered his way towards the arctic fox. The fox grunted when the bat bumped into him, causing him to spill some of his beverage all over his gray polo shirt. Calum leaned against the fox’s car and started to breathe heavily. He looked down at the vulpine’s warm beverage and grinned widely, showing off his nasty yellow teeth.
“Hey, mate…you finishin’ that drink?”
The arctic fox scowled and turned his head away once Calum’s foul breath filled his nostrils. “If I say no and give it to you, will you get the fuck away from me?”
Calum didn’t wait. He reached over and snatched the beer right from the fox’s paws and laughed.
“Thanks mate!”
Meanwhile, the red fox was still on the table, although now he was stuffing his face with various tortilla chips and occasionally dipping them in salsa. To all the party-goers, the tortilla chips were just a minor appetizer that only filled their bellies for a few minutes. But given the fox’s size, all the chips and dip could practically qualify as a huge dinner. And if that wasn’t good enough, he had gotten himself into the bowl of chili more than once so he could dunk his head inside and slurp up the meaty goodness. He almost got caught one time, but in the end, the fox’s sly skills paid off, and now he was sitting beside a container of ranch dressing and scooping some out with his bare paws. The reddish-brown fox stuffed his sauce-covered paw into his maw and moaned with joy as he began to swallow all the ranch-flavored nourishment. After he finished licking his paw, he stuck his paw back inside and took out another glob of the white fluids with tiny flakes of herbs inside. The fox was just about to stick out his tongue when he heard a thunderous belch from the entrance of the building.
“I’M BAAAAAAACK!!!” shouted the flying fox drunkenly.
A few party-goers shut their eyes and groaned quietly while others turned away and swore, obviously irritated that the bat had returned. The short fox stopped eating the ranch dressing and hid beside a bowl. He peeked around the corner of the bowl and saw a large bat wearing a brown T-shirt and black jeans laughing as he walked around the house. The fox heard the bat hiccup once or twice and saw the beer can in his right hand. It wasn’t until the fox noticed the very large stain on the bat’s jeans that he realized the winged creature had pissed himself recently and didn’t even notice—or maybe he just didn’t care. Either way, the fox knew he was drunk beyond recognition and that he should probably avoid him. But that was gonna be a problem, since the first thing Calum did was rush over to the food table.
“Awright…lesse wot ya got here!”
The rude and drunk bat reached over to the bowl of chili and scooped out a massive glob of it with his bare hand, causing some of the other party-goers to groan.
“Really, man? You’re just gonna stick your hand right in there?”
Calum started to shovel the thick and saucy substance into his maw, swallowing hard. “Wot else am I gonna do? Dunk my whole head in?”
The micro fox started to back away from the chili bowl he was hiding behind; the last thing he needed was to get caught now. In fact, the fox’s belly was practically full; there was no need to get greedy. He needed to leave now. Unfortunately, Calum’s drunken behavior spoiled his escape when the spectacled flying fox accidentally swung his right arm against several beer cans, knocking them all to the floor and causing several of them to burst open. While some of the party-goers swore when beer began to spray all over the rug, the small fox swore because his hiding spot was just knocked away. As inebriated as he was, Calum still managed to spot the red fox sprinting across the table cloth as he tried to find another hiding spot. The giant bat grinned moments before he shoved the container of ranch dip onto the floor as well. The micro yelped as another hiding spot was rendered useless, only this time, he didn’t have enough time to find another one. The short fox screamed as Calum grabbed him by the tail.
“GOTCHA!!”
The fox started to pant and shake himself around as he was quickly lifted into the air. The bat flipped the fox over and clutched onto the micro, trapping him within his powerful grip. The fox grunted multiple times and struggled as he tried to move his arms and legs. Some of the partiers screamed after seeing the tiny fox, thinking he was a disgusting feral rat. A few others stared at the fox questionably, wondering how the tiny critter got into the house without anyone noticing. Calum brought the fox up to his face and blinked. The vulpine tried to calm down once he actually got a good look at the beast. He had yellowish-tan fur around his eyes, and the rest of his head was a mix of black and dark brown fur. His ears looked like the ends of pointy spoons, his moist nose was big and black, and his eyes were large and brown. For such a clumsy, drunken, impolite bat, he had an adorable face. The fox would’ve even considered Calum to be cute. …Until he opened his mouth. While the bat had an adorable face and what appeared to be kind eyes, his slobbery maw spoiled all of his handsome features.
The vulpine scowled as Calum opened his mouth wide, showing off all the saliva hanging from his yellow teeth, like water or slime hanging from stalactites and stalagmites. The fox shut his eyes and groaned as Calum exhaled, smothering the tiny creature with nasty breath that reeked of spoiled meat, alcohol, and half-digested pizza. The fox curiously glanced at Calum’s teeth and wished he hadn’t. All of them were yellow and stained, and a couple of them were even chipped. It was pretty obvious that the bat didn’t brush his teeth, or floss, judging by the various food chunks he saw in-between Calum’s rotten teeth. The winged beast closed his nasty mouth after a moment and grinned. He snickered once he saw the short fox coughing and groaning with disgust.
“Just let the little guy go, Calum. No need to torture him with your bad breath,” said the bear the micro saw earlier.
The spectacled flying fox loosened his grip and pretended to let the fox go. Instead, just as he began to slide down, Calum grabbed the micro by his tail and held him upside-down. The bat licked his lips before he opened his mouth and belched in the fox’s face. The vulpine groaned with disgust again and waved a paw in front of his nose as the bat’s stinky warm breath washed over him.
“Hehehe, I think he likes it! Dont’cha foxy?”
Before the fox could answer, Calum burped in his face again. This time the fox covered his nose with both paws as he groaned. Between the bat’s belches and the way he kept swaying back and forth, the micro felt like he was on the verge of vomiting. Fed up with the creature’s nasty mouth, the fox removed his paws and finally spoke out against the creature.
“What the hell is wrong with you?! Why would anyone wanna be anywhere near that foul mouth of yours?!”
“We don’t,” said the bear.
Calum hiccupped. “No need ta be that way foxy! Ya just ain’t used to it yet!”
“And I never will be! Now stop breathing in my face and put me down!”
Calum grinned widely and snorted in the fox’s face. “I don’t think so. Wot yew need is ta…bond a bit more with my mouth. Then you’ll see it ain’t such a bad place!”
The fox’s eyes grew wide when Calum lowered his jaw as much as possible and stuck out his long red tongue. Some of the patrons began to protest.
“Just let him go, Calum!”
“I think you’ve tortured the poor bastard enough!”
“That’s gross! You’re gonna eat him?!”
The bat huffed and hiccupped. “No, I ain’t gonna eat him! I told ya: he’s gonna bond with my mouth a bit more!”
“Okay, okay, okay—I’m sorry! I’m sorry I said your mouth’s disgusting! Just put me down and—NO!!”
Calum stuffed the fox into his mouth. His legs and tail were still sticking out, but after Calum slurped noisily, the lower half of the fox disappeared into the megabat’s disgusting maw. And just like that, everything went dark. The frightened vulpine was trapped within Calum’s filthy mouth. He was lying face down on the beast’s long and slender tongue, panting as slobber began to soak into his fur. The fox looked left and right, but there was nothing he could see. Then again, given the state of the bat’s mouth, perhaps that was a good thing. Drops of beer still clung onto Calum’s tongue, and there was a fragment of a bell pepper rolling around in Calum’s mouth after it finally got free from one of the winged creature’s teeth. The fox tried to stand up, but he didn’t have much room to maneuver; he could barely even crouch without his ears touching the roof of the bat’s mouth. And then there was that horrid breath. The fox didn’t even bother plugging his nose; it’d do no good. He couldn’t go ten seconds without a warm gust of the stinky air washing all over his body. The more he breathed it in, the worse the stench seemed to get.
But Calum didn’t stop there. Instead of swallowing the fox like any normal predator, he opened his mouth slightly and began to roll his tongue around. The fox began to take deep breaths whenever he saw a view of the outside world. For a brief second or two, light and a pleasant fragrance would enter Calum’s mouth before the bat would shut it again and lock him away. The vulpine shouted when the tongue shoved him against the right side of Calum’s maw. The bat lowered his jaw slightly and let part of the fox’s body get caught in-between his rows of teeth. The fox shrieked when the drunken bat bit down, but his teeth didn’t puncture him. Calum was just teasing the fox; he rumbled quietly as he grazed the fox’s back and torso with his teeth. The fox could feel how sharp they were, but the bat didn’t do anything other than nibble on the vulpine playfully. As Calum started to head back outside, he stuck his hand inside his mouth and grabbed the fox by the tail. He pulled him out, and the saliva-covered fox took a huge breath when he was finally out of the funky chamber.
“So foxy, ya havin’ fun stayin’ in my mouth yet?”
The vulpine responded by coughing up some of the bat’s foul saliva. Calum grinned widely as he licked his lips.
“Fine then! Back ya go!”
“No, no—WAIT!!”
The fox shrieked as he was shoved back inside Calum’s smelly mouth. The spectacled flying fox chuckled as he walked back outside and continued to roll the fox around in his mouth. The vulpine was shouting and grunting as more saliva splashed onto his fur and got into his mouth or up his nose. Desperate, the fox placed his paws on the roof of Calum’s mouth and grunted as he started to push upwards. Calum’s muzzle contorted oddly and he opened his mouth a few times, looking like he was having trouble swallowing something. Suddenly, Calum gagged and opened his mouth wide, with the fox standing up as drool ran down his body. He stuck his head out of Calum’s mouth and gasped deeply.
“Air…I need air!” he shouted wearily, breathing in as much fresh air as he could.
Calum showed no mercy. He pushed the fox back inside his mouth with his right hand before he quickly closed his maw. Calum, now satisfied that he had a new toy to play with, spread out his arms and began to flap his giant wings. As he started to rise off the ground, the drunken bat looked down at the arctic fox he ran into earlier, along with a few other party-goers.
“Catch ya at the next party!” he said, with his mouth still full.
Then Calum firmly shut his mouth and began to fly away. The arctic fox and other party-goers looked up into the sky as the megabat started to fly back home, although he was obviously having trouble flapping his wings since the creature was heavily intoxicated. The arctic fox blinked and exhaled once he was out of his field of vision, while some of the guests inside the house rushed outside to try and stop Calum. The bear the small fox spoke to earlier glanced at the white fox and huffed.
“Why the hell didn’t you stop him?!”
The fox shrugged. “Did you guys seriously want him here eating all our food, burping in our ears, and puking all over the couch?”
“That’s not the point! He’s gonna eat that fox!”
“I doubt that. Dumbass is so drunk right now that he’ll probably fall asleep with his mouth open and the fox will crawl out. ‘Sides, even if he does swallow him, chances are he’s just gonna throw him back up from all that beer he’s been drinking.”
“And what if he doesn’t?”
The fox shrugged. “Guess we just wait and see what happens.”
By the time the bat was back home, he was so inebriated that he could hardly stay awake. He gurgled and moaned as he dragged his feet across the ground, eager to get back inside his house. The spectacled flying fox dug into his pocket and pulled out the keys. He had trouble trying to get the key to fit inside the keyhole, but after a bit of fumbling, he succeeded, and pushed his door open. The bat slammed his door shut and tossed his keys on the floor, mumbling. Then he lumbered his way to the stairs; he couldn’t exactly walk up them properly, and he even tripped and landed right on a few of the hard steps. He opened his mouth to grunt, giving the fox a small amount of fresh air, before he burped quietly and started to stand back up. Once the bat was back on his feet, Calum waltzed up the stairs before he opened up his bedroom door. Still mumbling and lumbering about, the bat walked to his bed and threw himself on the mattress, groaning. He grunted and rolled himself over so he was lying on his back. Then he lowered his jaw and took the fox out of his maw. Miraculously, he was still conscious, albeit there was so much saliva on his body that it clung to him like slime or glue.
“Still with me foxy?”
The micro vulpine was on the verge of blacking out now. All the thick saliva and the stench of the bat’s breath was too much for him to handle. He groaned softly and lifted his arms for a moment, seconds before he started to speak.
“Please…just let me go…”
The megabat stared at the weak fox and grinned. “I can’t do that, mate! It’s very late now; yew need ta get some rest!”
The fox ignored him. He grunted and tried to flail himself around, despite knowing that even if he got free, he didn’t have the strength to escape from Calum’s home. The large bat stared at the fox dangling from his hand and leaned close to him. Then he opened his mouth and exhaled very loudly in his face, causing the fox to shut his eyes. The bat’s nauseating breath was becoming too much for the small fox. He gagged and suddenly became dizzy, hoping that he’d pass out soon so he wouldn’t have to put up with this any longer. But then the bat felt a hot belch rising in his throat and didn’t hesitate to let his prey get a whiff of it. Calum let loose a deep and sour burp in the prey’s face. The bitter, sour odor burned the fox’s eyes and nostrils; he almost lost his vision upon smelling the malodorous gas. Mercifully, the fox stopped moving and passed out. However, Calum didn’t close his mouth just yet. Since he didn’t want the fox to escape (and since he wanted to eat him when he was more awake), Calum stuffed the fox in the most “secure” place in his house: his maw.
After stuffing the vulpine into his foul-smelling mouth, the bat closed his maw and lied back down on his pillow. Then he sighed heavily and shut his eyes so he could get some sleep.
Calum didn’t feel any better in the morning. His head was throbbing, his vision seemed blurred, and he felt dizzy, even while lying in bed. To add insult to injury, he had pissed his pants again in his sleep, mistaking the warm sensation for a wet dream. The flying fox groaned as he sat up on his mattress, his head still hurting. The micro fox was still inside his maw; luckily, Calum unknowingly slept with his mouth open, so the unconscious vulpine still managed to breathe in a small amount of air from time to time. Calum groaned again before he felt more gas coming up his throat. He nonchalantly lowered his mandible and released the crackly burst of gas from his maw, surprised at how much it stank and by the way it burned the back of his throat. Calum waved a hand in front of his nose while the slobber-infested fox gasped and woke up after hearing the strident belch. He started to pant heavily, and then immediately plugged his nose when he smelled Calum’s pungent morning breath. The bat rolled his tongue around his mouth and suddenly remembered that he placed the fox inside his maw the other night. Calum opened his mouth and took the fox out once again so he could stare at the brownish-red vulpine.
“Right…yous…spent night in mouth…”
The shivering, saliva-coated fox reeked of the bat’s mouth now. The spit was all over his slender body and had made his fur completely sodden. Calum stared at the fox and blinked, swaying his head a little. He looked more like he was about to throw up as opposed to being hungry. But hungry or not, the bat was more than happy to show his prey his malicious, slobbery grin.
“Tasty little foxy…”
The micro yelped when Calum stuffed the fox into his mouth. Only this time, he had no intention of letting him back out. The bat slurped up the small fox like a wet noodle, his tail disappearing inside the winged creature’s maw. The fox shivered and tried to stand up inside the mouth, but he still had no room. To make matters worse, Calum tilted his head back and let his tongue do the rest. The vulpine shouted as he slid down the bat’s long tongue. The fox plunged into darkness, the stench of the bat’s breath still filling his nostrils. Calum felt the fox enter his gullet and knew there was a giant lump showing on his neck. The fox suddenly stopped screaming when he was trapped inside a fleshy, wrinkly tunnel. But the “tunnel” was actually Calum’s esophagus. The fox panted as he slithered down the gullet very slowly. Having spent all night in the bat’s mouth, the micro went down with ease; the thick saliva proved to be a wonderful lubricant. The vulpine tried to push against the “walls” of the tunnel, but all they did was expand so the fox would fit through. The visible bulge on the outside of Calum’s throat went further and further down as the micro approached the stomach.
The fox started to get dizzy as the fumes from the stomach went up the throat and blasted him in the face. No wonder his breath stank so much; the bat must’ve eaten something rotten the other night. As the fox slid further down the throat with subtle, audible squishing noises, Calum lowered his head and gulped loudly. Suddenly, the fox was forced down the esophagus; it felt like someone or something pushed him down. After a few seconds, the fox entered a “wide” open area and shouted as he fell inside. The fox splashed into the bat’s stomach so hard that Calum felt it. The spectacled flying fox patted his tummy moments before he licked his lips. Meanwhile, the two-foot-tall fox was busy sitting inside the predator’s stomach, breathing heavily as he stewed in the stomach juices. The fox didn’t have much room to maneuver; everywhere he walked, he’d always run into the same fleshy pink wall that was the inside of the stomach. He’d also run into various food chunks, such as the pizza bits that the bat consumed last night. The fox may as well have been walking in a swamp. It was humid, dark, filled with disgusting objects that floated on the surface of the fluids, and it smelled horrible.
The only upside was that the fox couldn’t see anything. All he could do was move around and breathe—although he really didn’t want to do the latter. The bat’s stomach smelled much worse than his breath; at least the fox could get brief access to fresh air whenever the mouth was open. In the stomach, every breath he took in was noxious, and the scents ranged from all the beer Calum swallowed, to the gas bubbles created by bacteria that the fox accidentally popped. The vulpine held his breath for a brief moment, but doing so made him light-headed even faster. He exhaled and started to take long, deep breaths, leaning up against something soggy floating in the water. He had no idea that it was part of a pizza crust, or that it started to cling onto his fur once he pressed his back against it. The fox popped another gas bubble as he leaned forward, poking it with his long muzzle. The vulpine retched so hard that he hurt his throat and started to cough violently. He moved around the stomach again, desperate to find some form of fresh air. And then the fox yelped as he tripped over another food chunk and landed face-first in the stomach acid.
The micro quickly got up and gasped deeply, shaking and shouting as the acid began to burn through his flesh. …Or so he thought. As the fox felt all around his body, he began to calm down. The juices the fox was standing in felt tingly, sure, but it wasn’t corrosive. He wasn’t in pain and agony (well, his nose was, but nothing else). The fox blinked a few times and exhaled. The acid wasn’t burning through his flesh. …Was the fox even standing in stomach acid to begin with? Was he even being digested? Surely by now the fox would be dead; he would’ve started hollering the moment he landed in the acidic fluids. But there he was, standing in the stomach, his fur, flesh and bones still intact. Maybe the fox was lucky that Calum ate him; something had to be wrong with his innards. Or maybe megabats couldn’t digest meat properly. Or maybe the fox was just immune to stomach acid and could survive going through a predator’s digestive tract. The fox didn’t know anymore, and at this point, he didn’t care. He was damn lucky to still be alive; he wasn’t going to stand there and complain about it.
Outside, Calum covered his mouth and retched as he dragged his feet throughout the house. He mumbled as he started to head for the bathroom, presumably so he could go pee again. Or perhaps he was about to throw up in the toilet. The bat was too drunk to know anymore; he felt like he was gonna piss and vomit simultaneously. As Calum headed for the bathroom, the fox started to calm down. Sure, he was stuck in the bat’s belly, but he knew what beer could do to furs like him. All he had to do was wait a few hours, and the vulpine would probably come flying out of the bat’s mouth (along with a colossal amount of bile). It would be disgusting and fetid, but it sure as hell beats going out the back end. For a brief moment, the fox nearly smiled. It was so simple now. He just had to stay still, and he’d be out of Calum’s gut in no time at all. …Then the fox wiggled his nose and remembered how foul the bat’s stomach smelled.
The fox started to hope that Calum puked sooner instead of later. Maybe the stomach juices wouldn’t kill him, but the stench sure would.
It was such an idiotic idea. And yet, the small red fox couldn’t help but marvel at the brilliance of it. Sneaking into a house for food wouldn’t have been such a bad idea if there wasn’t a huge party going on. But now that the two-foot-tall vulpine was here, surrounded by all these mysterious and mouth-watering scents, there was no point in leaving now. The micro hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast; he deserved to eat a huge meal before heading back out and exploring the rest of the world. Besides, with so many furs and scaleys about (many of whom were drunk), they probably wouldn’t notice him anyway; he could easily scurry by their footpaws and hide when he needed to. So the brownish-red fox put his stealthy skills to good use and started to run along the floor, using chairs, the couch, and any other large objects in the area to hide behind whenever someone got too close. The fox looked up at a bear sitting in a chair too small for his oversized rump and waited for him to get up. After he did, the fox panted as he sprinted forward and latched onto the chair’s front leg.
The micro began to slowly climb up the wooden chair, ignoring the two cheetahs that were chatting with each other and drinking a cold can of beer. Once the fox was on the seat, he stared at the table with a long cloth dangling from it and started to breathe heavily. He was gonna have to jump. The vulpine got a brief running start before he exhaled harshly and pushed himself into jumping. He grunted and leaped forward, grabbing hold of the cloth so he wouldn’t fall on the floor. The fox glanced behind and yelped when he noticed that the ursine was coming back. The vulpine scurried up the cloth like a spider, panting with much relief once he ended up on top of the table. The reddish-brown fox quickly rolled behind a giant bowl of chili before the bear sat down and spotted him. The micro closed his eyes and sighed with relief, and then wiggled his nose when the delicious scent of tortilla chips filled his lungs. He walked around the table, hiding behind cans and bottles as he got closer and closer to the chips and the salsa dip sitting beside it. But it didn’t take long for the hungry fox to reach the bowl, and once he did, he grinned widely and started to drool.
Around the same time, a winged “fox” creature landed in the front lawn of the house, groaning and wobbling as he tried to stand still. The creature, a spectacled flying fox, shook his head and stood straight up, a can of beer in one hand and drool running down his chin. The flying fox hiccupped before he wiped some of the drool off and began to walk forward.
“Heeeeeeey, party’s still goin’!” he said in a slurred voice.
The arctic fox leaning against a car exhaled. “Yeah, Calum. We’re still partying.”
Calum laughed heartily and chugged the rest of the beer in his right hand. “Ya still got that pepper ‘n’ anchovy pizza?”
“No, Calum. You ate the whole damn thing, remember?”
The giant bat licked his lips. “Huh. Was wonderin’ wot that taste was.” Calum hiccupped again as he drunkenly lumbered his way towards the arctic fox. The fox grunted when the bat bumped into him, causing him to spill some of his beverage all over his gray polo shirt. Calum leaned against the fox’s car and started to breathe heavily. He looked down at the vulpine’s warm beverage and grinned widely, showing off his nasty yellow teeth.
“Hey, mate…you finishin’ that drink?”
The arctic fox scowled and turned his head away once Calum’s foul breath filled his nostrils. “If I say no and give it to you, will you get the fuck away from me?”
Calum didn’t wait. He reached over and snatched the beer right from the fox’s paws and laughed.
“Thanks mate!”
Meanwhile, the red fox was still on the table, although now he was stuffing his face with various tortilla chips and occasionally dipping them in salsa. To all the party-goers, the tortilla chips were just a minor appetizer that only filled their bellies for a few minutes. But given the fox’s size, all the chips and dip could practically qualify as a huge dinner. And if that wasn’t good enough, he had gotten himself into the bowl of chili more than once so he could dunk his head inside and slurp up the meaty goodness. He almost got caught one time, but in the end, the fox’s sly skills paid off, and now he was sitting beside a container of ranch dressing and scooping some out with his bare paws. The reddish-brown fox stuffed his sauce-covered paw into his maw and moaned with joy as he began to swallow all the ranch-flavored nourishment. After he finished licking his paw, he stuck his paw back inside and took out another glob of the white fluids with tiny flakes of herbs inside. The fox was just about to stick out his tongue when he heard a thunderous belch from the entrance of the building.
“I’M BAAAAAAACK!!!” shouted the flying fox drunkenly.
A few party-goers shut their eyes and groaned quietly while others turned away and swore, obviously irritated that the bat had returned. The short fox stopped eating the ranch dressing and hid beside a bowl. He peeked around the corner of the bowl and saw a large bat wearing a brown T-shirt and black jeans laughing as he walked around the house. The fox heard the bat hiccup once or twice and saw the beer can in his right hand. It wasn’t until the fox noticed the very large stain on the bat’s jeans that he realized the winged creature had pissed himself recently and didn’t even notice—or maybe he just didn’t care. Either way, the fox knew he was drunk beyond recognition and that he should probably avoid him. But that was gonna be a problem, since the first thing Calum did was rush over to the food table.
“Awright…lesse wot ya got here!”
The rude and drunk bat reached over to the bowl of chili and scooped out a massive glob of it with his bare hand, causing some of the other party-goers to groan.
“Really, man? You’re just gonna stick your hand right in there?”
Calum started to shovel the thick and saucy substance into his maw, swallowing hard. “Wot else am I gonna do? Dunk my whole head in?”
The micro fox started to back away from the chili bowl he was hiding behind; the last thing he needed was to get caught now. In fact, the fox’s belly was practically full; there was no need to get greedy. He needed to leave now. Unfortunately, Calum’s drunken behavior spoiled his escape when the spectacled flying fox accidentally swung his right arm against several beer cans, knocking them all to the floor and causing several of them to burst open. While some of the party-goers swore when beer began to spray all over the rug, the small fox swore because his hiding spot was just knocked away. As inebriated as he was, Calum still managed to spot the red fox sprinting across the table cloth as he tried to find another hiding spot. The giant bat grinned moments before he shoved the container of ranch dip onto the floor as well. The micro yelped as another hiding spot was rendered useless, only this time, he didn’t have enough time to find another one. The short fox screamed as Calum grabbed him by the tail.
“GOTCHA!!”
The fox started to pant and shake himself around as he was quickly lifted into the air. The bat flipped the fox over and clutched onto the micro, trapping him within his powerful grip. The fox grunted multiple times and struggled as he tried to move his arms and legs. Some of the partiers screamed after seeing the tiny fox, thinking he was a disgusting feral rat. A few others stared at the fox questionably, wondering how the tiny critter got into the house without anyone noticing. Calum brought the fox up to his face and blinked. The vulpine tried to calm down once he actually got a good look at the beast. He had yellowish-tan fur around his eyes, and the rest of his head was a mix of black and dark brown fur. His ears looked like the ends of pointy spoons, his moist nose was big and black, and his eyes were large and brown. For such a clumsy, drunken, impolite bat, he had an adorable face. The fox would’ve even considered Calum to be cute. …Until he opened his mouth. While the bat had an adorable face and what appeared to be kind eyes, his slobbery maw spoiled all of his handsome features.
The vulpine scowled as Calum opened his mouth wide, showing off all the saliva hanging from his yellow teeth, like water or slime hanging from stalactites and stalagmites. The fox shut his eyes and groaned as Calum exhaled, smothering the tiny creature with nasty breath that reeked of spoiled meat, alcohol, and half-digested pizza. The fox curiously glanced at Calum’s teeth and wished he hadn’t. All of them were yellow and stained, and a couple of them were even chipped. It was pretty obvious that the bat didn’t brush his teeth, or floss, judging by the various food chunks he saw in-between Calum’s rotten teeth. The winged beast closed his nasty mouth after a moment and grinned. He snickered once he saw the short fox coughing and groaning with disgust.
“Just let the little guy go, Calum. No need to torture him with your bad breath,” said the bear the micro saw earlier.
The spectacled flying fox loosened his grip and pretended to let the fox go. Instead, just as he began to slide down, Calum grabbed the micro by his tail and held him upside-down. The bat licked his lips before he opened his mouth and belched in the fox’s face. The vulpine groaned with disgust again and waved a paw in front of his nose as the bat’s stinky warm breath washed over him.
“Hehehe, I think he likes it! Dont’cha foxy?”
Before the fox could answer, Calum burped in his face again. This time the fox covered his nose with both paws as he groaned. Between the bat’s belches and the way he kept swaying back and forth, the micro felt like he was on the verge of vomiting. Fed up with the creature’s nasty mouth, the fox removed his paws and finally spoke out against the creature.
“What the hell is wrong with you?! Why would anyone wanna be anywhere near that foul mouth of yours?!”
“We don’t,” said the bear.
Calum hiccupped. “No need ta be that way foxy! Ya just ain’t used to it yet!”
“And I never will be! Now stop breathing in my face and put me down!”
Calum grinned widely and snorted in the fox’s face. “I don’t think so. Wot yew need is ta…bond a bit more with my mouth. Then you’ll see it ain’t such a bad place!”
The fox’s eyes grew wide when Calum lowered his jaw as much as possible and stuck out his long red tongue. Some of the patrons began to protest.
“Just let him go, Calum!”
“I think you’ve tortured the poor bastard enough!”
“That’s gross! You’re gonna eat him?!”
The bat huffed and hiccupped. “No, I ain’t gonna eat him! I told ya: he’s gonna bond with my mouth a bit more!”
“Okay, okay, okay—I’m sorry! I’m sorry I said your mouth’s disgusting! Just put me down and—NO!!”
Calum stuffed the fox into his mouth. His legs and tail were still sticking out, but after Calum slurped noisily, the lower half of the fox disappeared into the megabat’s disgusting maw. And just like that, everything went dark. The frightened vulpine was trapped within Calum’s filthy mouth. He was lying face down on the beast’s long and slender tongue, panting as slobber began to soak into his fur. The fox looked left and right, but there was nothing he could see. Then again, given the state of the bat’s mouth, perhaps that was a good thing. Drops of beer still clung onto Calum’s tongue, and there was a fragment of a bell pepper rolling around in Calum’s mouth after it finally got free from one of the winged creature’s teeth. The fox tried to stand up, but he didn’t have much room to maneuver; he could barely even crouch without his ears touching the roof of the bat’s mouth. And then there was that horrid breath. The fox didn’t even bother plugging his nose; it’d do no good. He couldn’t go ten seconds without a warm gust of the stinky air washing all over his body. The more he breathed it in, the worse the stench seemed to get.
But Calum didn’t stop there. Instead of swallowing the fox like any normal predator, he opened his mouth slightly and began to roll his tongue around. The fox began to take deep breaths whenever he saw a view of the outside world. For a brief second or two, light and a pleasant fragrance would enter Calum’s mouth before the bat would shut it again and lock him away. The vulpine shouted when the tongue shoved him against the right side of Calum’s maw. The bat lowered his jaw slightly and let part of the fox’s body get caught in-between his rows of teeth. The fox shrieked when the drunken bat bit down, but his teeth didn’t puncture him. Calum was just teasing the fox; he rumbled quietly as he grazed the fox’s back and torso with his teeth. The fox could feel how sharp they were, but the bat didn’t do anything other than nibble on the vulpine playfully. As Calum started to head back outside, he stuck his hand inside his mouth and grabbed the fox by the tail. He pulled him out, and the saliva-covered fox took a huge breath when he was finally out of the funky chamber.
“So foxy, ya havin’ fun stayin’ in my mouth yet?”
The vulpine responded by coughing up some of the bat’s foul saliva. Calum grinned widely as he licked his lips.
“Fine then! Back ya go!”
“No, no—WAIT!!”
The fox shrieked as he was shoved back inside Calum’s smelly mouth. The spectacled flying fox chuckled as he walked back outside and continued to roll the fox around in his mouth. The vulpine was shouting and grunting as more saliva splashed onto his fur and got into his mouth or up his nose. Desperate, the fox placed his paws on the roof of Calum’s mouth and grunted as he started to push upwards. Calum’s muzzle contorted oddly and he opened his mouth a few times, looking like he was having trouble swallowing something. Suddenly, Calum gagged and opened his mouth wide, with the fox standing up as drool ran down his body. He stuck his head out of Calum’s mouth and gasped deeply.
“Air…I need air!” he shouted wearily, breathing in as much fresh air as he could.
Calum showed no mercy. He pushed the fox back inside his mouth with his right hand before he quickly closed his maw. Calum, now satisfied that he had a new toy to play with, spread out his arms and began to flap his giant wings. As he started to rise off the ground, the drunken bat looked down at the arctic fox he ran into earlier, along with a few other party-goers.
“Catch ya at the next party!” he said, with his mouth still full.
Then Calum firmly shut his mouth and began to fly away. The arctic fox and other party-goers looked up into the sky as the megabat started to fly back home, although he was obviously having trouble flapping his wings since the creature was heavily intoxicated. The arctic fox blinked and exhaled once he was out of his field of vision, while some of the guests inside the house rushed outside to try and stop Calum. The bear the small fox spoke to earlier glanced at the white fox and huffed.
“Why the hell didn’t you stop him?!”
The fox shrugged. “Did you guys seriously want him here eating all our food, burping in our ears, and puking all over the couch?”
“That’s not the point! He’s gonna eat that fox!”
“I doubt that. Dumbass is so drunk right now that he’ll probably fall asleep with his mouth open and the fox will crawl out. ‘Sides, even if he does swallow him, chances are he’s just gonna throw him back up from all that beer he’s been drinking.”
“And what if he doesn’t?”
The fox shrugged. “Guess we just wait and see what happens.”
By the time the bat was back home, he was so inebriated that he could hardly stay awake. He gurgled and moaned as he dragged his feet across the ground, eager to get back inside his house. The spectacled flying fox dug into his pocket and pulled out the keys. He had trouble trying to get the key to fit inside the keyhole, but after a bit of fumbling, he succeeded, and pushed his door open. The bat slammed his door shut and tossed his keys on the floor, mumbling. Then he lumbered his way to the stairs; he couldn’t exactly walk up them properly, and he even tripped and landed right on a few of the hard steps. He opened his mouth to grunt, giving the fox a small amount of fresh air, before he burped quietly and started to stand back up. Once the bat was back on his feet, Calum waltzed up the stairs before he opened up his bedroom door. Still mumbling and lumbering about, the bat walked to his bed and threw himself on the mattress, groaning. He grunted and rolled himself over so he was lying on his back. Then he lowered his jaw and took the fox out of his maw. Miraculously, he was still conscious, albeit there was so much saliva on his body that it clung to him like slime or glue.
“Still with me foxy?”
The micro vulpine was on the verge of blacking out now. All the thick saliva and the stench of the bat’s breath was too much for him to handle. He groaned softly and lifted his arms for a moment, seconds before he started to speak.
“Please…just let me go…”
The megabat stared at the weak fox and grinned. “I can’t do that, mate! It’s very late now; yew need ta get some rest!”
The fox ignored him. He grunted and tried to flail himself around, despite knowing that even if he got free, he didn’t have the strength to escape from Calum’s home. The large bat stared at the fox dangling from his hand and leaned close to him. Then he opened his mouth and exhaled very loudly in his face, causing the fox to shut his eyes. The bat’s nauseating breath was becoming too much for the small fox. He gagged and suddenly became dizzy, hoping that he’d pass out soon so he wouldn’t have to put up with this any longer. But then the bat felt a hot belch rising in his throat and didn’t hesitate to let his prey get a whiff of it. Calum let loose a deep and sour burp in the prey’s face. The bitter, sour odor burned the fox’s eyes and nostrils; he almost lost his vision upon smelling the malodorous gas. Mercifully, the fox stopped moving and passed out. However, Calum didn’t close his mouth just yet. Since he didn’t want the fox to escape (and since he wanted to eat him when he was more awake), Calum stuffed the fox in the most “secure” place in his house: his maw.
After stuffing the vulpine into his foul-smelling mouth, the bat closed his maw and lied back down on his pillow. Then he sighed heavily and shut his eyes so he could get some sleep.
Calum didn’t feel any better in the morning. His head was throbbing, his vision seemed blurred, and he felt dizzy, even while lying in bed. To add insult to injury, he had pissed his pants again in his sleep, mistaking the warm sensation for a wet dream. The flying fox groaned as he sat up on his mattress, his head still hurting. The micro fox was still inside his maw; luckily, Calum unknowingly slept with his mouth open, so the unconscious vulpine still managed to breathe in a small amount of air from time to time. Calum groaned again before he felt more gas coming up his throat. He nonchalantly lowered his mandible and released the crackly burst of gas from his maw, surprised at how much it stank and by the way it burned the back of his throat. Calum waved a hand in front of his nose while the slobber-infested fox gasped and woke up after hearing the strident belch. He started to pant heavily, and then immediately plugged his nose when he smelled Calum’s pungent morning breath. The bat rolled his tongue around his mouth and suddenly remembered that he placed the fox inside his maw the other night. Calum opened his mouth and took the fox out once again so he could stare at the brownish-red vulpine.
“Right…yous…spent night in mouth…”
The shivering, saliva-coated fox reeked of the bat’s mouth now. The spit was all over his slender body and had made his fur completely sodden. Calum stared at the fox and blinked, swaying his head a little. He looked more like he was about to throw up as opposed to being hungry. But hungry or not, the bat was more than happy to show his prey his malicious, slobbery grin.
“Tasty little foxy…”
The micro yelped when Calum stuffed the fox into his mouth. Only this time, he had no intention of letting him back out. The bat slurped up the small fox like a wet noodle, his tail disappearing inside the winged creature’s maw. The fox shivered and tried to stand up inside the mouth, but he still had no room. To make matters worse, Calum tilted his head back and let his tongue do the rest. The vulpine shouted as he slid down the bat’s long tongue. The fox plunged into darkness, the stench of the bat’s breath still filling his nostrils. Calum felt the fox enter his gullet and knew there was a giant lump showing on his neck. The fox suddenly stopped screaming when he was trapped inside a fleshy, wrinkly tunnel. But the “tunnel” was actually Calum’s esophagus. The fox panted as he slithered down the gullet very slowly. Having spent all night in the bat’s mouth, the micro went down with ease; the thick saliva proved to be a wonderful lubricant. The vulpine tried to push against the “walls” of the tunnel, but all they did was expand so the fox would fit through. The visible bulge on the outside of Calum’s throat went further and further down as the micro approached the stomach.
The fox started to get dizzy as the fumes from the stomach went up the throat and blasted him in the face. No wonder his breath stank so much; the bat must’ve eaten something rotten the other night. As the fox slid further down the throat with subtle, audible squishing noises, Calum lowered his head and gulped loudly. Suddenly, the fox was forced down the esophagus; it felt like someone or something pushed him down. After a few seconds, the fox entered a “wide” open area and shouted as he fell inside. The fox splashed into the bat’s stomach so hard that Calum felt it. The spectacled flying fox patted his tummy moments before he licked his lips. Meanwhile, the two-foot-tall fox was busy sitting inside the predator’s stomach, breathing heavily as he stewed in the stomach juices. The fox didn’t have much room to maneuver; everywhere he walked, he’d always run into the same fleshy pink wall that was the inside of the stomach. He’d also run into various food chunks, such as the pizza bits that the bat consumed last night. The fox may as well have been walking in a swamp. It was humid, dark, filled with disgusting objects that floated on the surface of the fluids, and it smelled horrible.
The only upside was that the fox couldn’t see anything. All he could do was move around and breathe—although he really didn’t want to do the latter. The bat’s stomach smelled much worse than his breath; at least the fox could get brief access to fresh air whenever the mouth was open. In the stomach, every breath he took in was noxious, and the scents ranged from all the beer Calum swallowed, to the gas bubbles created by bacteria that the fox accidentally popped. The vulpine held his breath for a brief moment, but doing so made him light-headed even faster. He exhaled and started to take long, deep breaths, leaning up against something soggy floating in the water. He had no idea that it was part of a pizza crust, or that it started to cling onto his fur once he pressed his back against it. The fox popped another gas bubble as he leaned forward, poking it with his long muzzle. The vulpine retched so hard that he hurt his throat and started to cough violently. He moved around the stomach again, desperate to find some form of fresh air. And then the fox yelped as he tripped over another food chunk and landed face-first in the stomach acid.
The micro quickly got up and gasped deeply, shaking and shouting as the acid began to burn through his flesh. …Or so he thought. As the fox felt all around his body, he began to calm down. The juices the fox was standing in felt tingly, sure, but it wasn’t corrosive. He wasn’t in pain and agony (well, his nose was, but nothing else). The fox blinked a few times and exhaled. The acid wasn’t burning through his flesh. …Was the fox even standing in stomach acid to begin with? Was he even being digested? Surely by now the fox would be dead; he would’ve started hollering the moment he landed in the acidic fluids. But there he was, standing in the stomach, his fur, flesh and bones still intact. Maybe the fox was lucky that Calum ate him; something had to be wrong with his innards. Or maybe megabats couldn’t digest meat properly. Or maybe the fox was just immune to stomach acid and could survive going through a predator’s digestive tract. The fox didn’t know anymore, and at this point, he didn’t care. He was damn lucky to still be alive; he wasn’t going to stand there and complain about it.
Outside, Calum covered his mouth and retched as he dragged his feet throughout the house. He mumbled as he started to head for the bathroom, presumably so he could go pee again. Or perhaps he was about to throw up in the toilet. The bat was too drunk to know anymore; he felt like he was gonna piss and vomit simultaneously. As Calum headed for the bathroom, the fox started to calm down. Sure, he was stuck in the bat’s belly, but he knew what beer could do to furs like him. All he had to do was wait a few hours, and the vulpine would probably come flying out of the bat’s mouth (along with a colossal amount of bile). It would be disgusting and fetid, but it sure as hell beats going out the back end. For a brief moment, the fox nearly smiled. It was so simple now. He just had to stay still, and he’d be out of Calum’s gut in no time at all. …Then the fox wiggled his nose and remembered how foul the bat’s stomach smelled.
The fox started to hope that Calum puked sooner instead of later. Maybe the stomach juices wouldn’t kill him, but the stench sure would.
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