A commission for  APaperPorcupine!

This one was a bit weird - the predator is made of candy and paper - but I think it came out pretty nicely!

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0:00 - Raindrops splatter on the pavement as you hurry towards your front door, barely beating the impending storm home.
0:11 - You slip inside, glancing at the huge, brightly-colored piñata that's been sitting by the stairs for a week now. Your friend said he needed somewhere to put it for a few days before a party - but he's been out of town since.
0:19 - The kitchen chair creaks as you sit down, pulling off your shoes and tossing them on the floor. A faint rustling sound reaches your ears; must just be the wind...
0:30 - Your nearly-dead phone takes a try or two to plug in - and as you put it down, a second rustle comes from down the hall. You turn and peer into the dimly lit foyer, but there's nothing there.
0:45 - Tired after a long day, you flop back onto the couch, listening as the grumbling thunder and rain grow into quite a storm.
0:58 - Soft thumps turn to thuds, and the rustling becomes too much to ignore! You leap to your feet, scurrying down the hall to the source of the noise...
1:13 - ... and find the piñata moved a few feet closer to the door? Somebody must have broken in - you freak out and throw the door open, sticking your head out and looking down the street. Nothing but rain and trash on the streets.
1:20 - As you retreat back indoors, the rustling returns. The door shuts with a click.
1:28 - You spin wildly, coming face to face with a very much animate creature! The festive piñata stands just over 7' high, leering down with malice in its now-eager eyes.
1:31 - You're slammed back against the door and forced to your knees, papery hands gripping your shoulders tightly. The beast swings its hips forward, pinning your head between glass and gut - ears swamped with gurgles and groans, those living depths oh-so-eager for a meal.
1:40 - The predator spins you around, pressing its back to the door before throwing you to the floor. Dazed by the fall, you can do little as it flops out over your squirming frame, treating you to another round of hot, bubbling churns.
1:54 - Your world spins as the piñata rolls over, pinning you tightly to its chest. Rough paper crinkles as its tongue grinds against your face, hot and thick with syrupy saliva. Sweet tastes of sugar slip past your lips.
2:00 - The beast lunges, jamming your head deep into its maw and swallowing hard. You sink into the gooey, depths, consumed bit-by-bit.
2:15 - Your descent abruptly halts, hips trapped in that sticky maw and legs left dangling. The beast clearly has no need for breath...unlike you. You squirm and writhe, bulging out the beast's papery skin. Trapped in rippling licorice and smothered in syrupy goo, you can only hope this is some kind of surreal nightmare.
2:30 - Peristalsis resumes, tugging you in deep. Thighs, shins, ankles, and toes all vanish down that candied gullet.
2:58 - A tight, fleshy ring squeezes over your body as you spill out into the predator's stomach. A thin layer of sticky slime coats the rippling pit, smearing into your skin as your body pours in. Your body displaces much of the air...and it spills out as a long, rippling belch.
3:30 - Your predator rises to its feet, sauntering into your bedroom and sprawling out on your bed. The saccharine air begins to turn acrid as paws press over your prison.
4:10 - The piñata lets out another crass belch as its gut turns increasingly deadly - air stinging your eyes and lungs and turning your skin tingly.
4:30 - Despite your efforts, you remain utterly trapped. A strange, crinkling sound fills your ears...and you feel your skin turn brittle and flaky. Your body rapidly succumbs to the digestive vapors, fats and proteins cooked into swiftly-caramelizing sugar - crystals that would be delightful, were they not being made from your very self.
4:45 - A few final belches seal your fate, draining the last of the air from your organic prison. The world fades away, your last thoughts blotted out by the thick scent of caramel.