Once Vurga's lips closed, you didn't expect to see the light of day again. You definitely didn't expect to see your own eyes staring back at you. After unceremoniously gobbling you whole, the greedy space bun seems to be picking his teeth in front of the bathroom mirror, getting any pieces of YOU that detatched on the trip down. Fluff and fur belongs down the hatch with the rest of you.

There's nothing you can do about it. The throat has your arms pinned to your sides and struggling might only make you slip deeper. You can (and probably do) call for help, but no one seems to notice, least of all Vurga. Your voice is just a faint echo from inside that yawn. A memory, just like the lingering flavor on that tongue.

You've never felt so small and helpless. The bunny's acting like gobbling you up was the most normal thing in the world and you can't even make your predator notice. You really have been reduced to just a snack, complete with a front row seat to the lazy aftermath. And the worst part? You savor every second. Because once those lips close again, you're going deeper. That bunny-framed view of the outside world is only going to get farther away.

This is your last look, so horrible as it is, you may as well enjoy it. At least you can see that Vurga enjoyed you!

((Art by  jerberjer ))