A continuing story of Chaz the GELF, bartender at the Intergalactic Truckstop.

The blissful thrill of being eaten, slipping little by little down the throat of a huge liquid beast... Chaz struggles playfully, trying to pull his legs free and feeling the grip and weight of the sap pulling back, the efforts only working him deeper in. The pit take his hips, reaches his waist and elbows. Half gone... soon there'll be nothing but bubbles, and since Chaz doesn't breathe there won't be many of them either. He relaxes again, feels the warm breeze between his antennae, the sun on his headfur, the sap creeping up round him as he slips peacefully down.

Once again, big thanks to chaz-fox for letting me play with Chaz. See him in his native habitat.

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