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The clock ticked incessantly above Runic as he walked through the hallways of the quiet, dark laboratory...he always hated the night shift. He never got to actually WORK on anything; it was just a glorified security job, or perhaps more akin to a zookeeper with what his firm was...experimenting with. But it came on a cycle, and everyone had to work a few of them in a month...so it was important to just get through it. Wasn't the first, wasn't the last. There was a new experiment that the werewolf was more than a bit nervous to even get close to, however...

He had passed by the room a few times already. Didn't want to make eye contact with the beast inside, even if they seemed to be asleep right now. A titanic tiger-centaur hybrid of some sort; already quite the example of playing God, but once they crossed that with the DNA of a slime mold, they had created something with immense power, malleability, and perhaps most worryingly, hunger. The pink-furred creature sported a neon-green underbelly with a slimy consistency that became translucent whenever either of its two stomachs were filled...at first, being able to observe the processes of digestion in a more intimate and thorough fashion was interesting and useful, but as their research continued and they realized what a hungry, voracious beast they had created, it became more of a gruesome display than anything else...especially because the beast seemed to feel the fear that was beginning to manifest around him. And he definitely seemed to like it.

Of course the tiger inside wasn't actually asleep. He was keeping one eye just barely open, watching the scientist nervously pacing back and forth outside of his room. Waiting for the perfect moment to approach Runic with a bit of a...deal. The creature that these scientists had created was sentient, more than sentient in fact, and he knew that he was not exactly being kept in the most humane or hospitable conditions. He wanted out. And what did he want to do when he got out? Well...that wasn't important at the moment. All that mattered was that this nervous late night scientist was his ticket out of here. And all he needed to do was wait for Runic to actually come inside during his rounds...

There were a few aspects of the tiger creature that Runic would have to check on during his night rounds. Overall size, slime viscosity, any abnormalities in the experiment’s sleeping or eating patterns. All of them required Runic to actually go inside of the beast’s enclosure, though, which was absolutely something he was not willing to do. He was close to just making up some numbers, honestly, but he didn't know which ones would be realistic and not cause even more alarm by being reported...so, after a few more times walking by the room, working up the gusto he would need to actually enter...he did just that, as quietly and carefully as he could. It wasn't like he hadn't done it before, but the advancements they had been making on this experiment in particular were what made him more nervous than usual...

Runic cracked open the lab door and started to take the first of a series of quiet, measured steps into the slime-tiger’s enclosure...but he did not end up getting very far at all before a deep, rumbly voice coming from the darkness inside made the werewolf jump nearly a foot in the air from the built-up suspense and the shock of hearing another voice inside of here! “Hello, lab slave...” it growled from the black void in the deeper reaches of the room, sending Runic into fight or flight immediately before he even realized where the source of the voice could be coming from! In his most carnal mind, he was thinking of having to deal with an intruder or something...but as he blitzed back to the door and flicked on the light, there was no intruder to be found. Just the enormous slime-tiger, curled up in the center of the room, but very much awake. And not very happy-looking, though that was a given considering the restraints that were being put on him in the name of research. Normally when there were more scientists involved in more intimate and direct “research” of their specimen, there were large chains hooked up to all of his limbs and his jaws to keep them safe while they were poking around. Otherwise, like now, there was simply a giant force field to keep him within a predetermined boundary inside the room for observation. So, ultimately, there was no danger for Runic right now...but that didn't mean he wasn't scared half to death!

“Y...you can talk?” the werewolf scientist replied simply; it was theorized that the tiger had the intelligence for language, but it had simply not been documented by anyone up until this point. Even in his jaded and terrified state, Runic could recognize that fact still! He watched with a tremble as the tiger stood up to the best of his ability inside the force field, walking towards Runic until his snout was at the very edge of the field - as close as the werewolf would allow him to get. “Yes, I can, slave. I have for a while, actually, but I have been waiting for the time to use it. You see, I have a proposition for you, small one...”

“A proposition? And can you stop calling me a slave?”

A deep, amused chuckle came from the tiger. “Are you not? I watch you pace back and forth down these hallways, looking as though you would prefer death to the monotony of the laboratory at night. I feel quite the same...we are not so different, I believe.” he continued to articulate, his intimidating, toothy grin filling up nearly the entirety of Runic’s field of view as he continued speaking. “Free me, slave, and I shall free you as well. From your tepid little ‘job’, as it is called. Infinite riches, anything your heart could desire...you have created within me the power to make it possible. IF you take these cursed shackles off...”

Runic was, understandably, quite skeptical of the creature’s claims. He knew they had this monstrosity tied up and contained like this for a reason, even if it wasn't humane...and yet. Those words were speaking to him. He hated this job at this point, especially the shifts he was on now...and he didn't really want to be part of these strange, secret experiments either, to be honest. Nobody down here besides a few extremely high ranking scientists knew what they were doing this all for, and as time went on, the werewolf’s thoughts about how fishy this all was only continued to grow...he still needed to be rational, though. He had a rational and logical mind, and there was a rational way to go about this...

“How can I trust you?” the werewolf posited simply. It was a pretty fair way to begin going about all of this; after all, despite the immense power and size disparity between the two of them right now, Runic still held all the cards in this situation. He was the one behind the desk, with access to the buttons and levers that would set the beast free; and yet, in the moment, despite his best attempts to look tall and confident, he felt absolutely tiny. As if something horrid would happen if he didn't let the beast free, like it could still somehow do something to him even through the chains and the force field and everything else they had installed to keep their creation firmly in check.

“Oh, well...I suppose you can't~” the monster replied just as simply - he knew the situation just as well as Runic did, perhaps even moreso, and he knew there were no guarantees that he could offer. “All I can give you is my word...my promises to make you part of something better. To give you a more fulfilling life...now, doesn't that sound nice?”

Those silver-tongued words snaked their way through Runic’s ears as he tried his best not to quiver under the tiger-slime's presence, wiping his brow as he looked for the sequence of buttons that would free his ticket out of this dump. First, a scan of his badge to access anything at all. Second, a remote latch that disengaged the clamp on the beast’s chains, leaving them as naught but an accessory to drag behind him once he was mobile. And, finally, the button to disable the force field. Plenty of chances for the werewolf to sit there and reconsider what he was doing, but at this point, he was more than decided on his course of action - goaded on by the beast in the background, growling out his appreciations in a tone that was already starting to become less sincere. “Gooood slave...I can already feel my form awakening with all this extra room.” he groaned as he extended his form out as best he could, slime bubbling out into the extra space he now had. “Now...just press. That. Button.”

*clck*

A toothy grin spread across the gooey tiger’s muzzle as he watched the energy field disintegrate around him, from top to bottom. He couldn't help himself at this point, knowing that everything had gone exactly according to plan...a hearty, rolling laugh rumbling out of his chest, vibrating and sloshing the gooey parts of his body in a chorus that made Runic more than a bit uncomfortable. “Yeeeesssss...” the slime tiger said as he really stretched out and enjoyed the extra space he was now afforded, “I would say this is much more agreeable...”

His attention soon turned back towards Runic, the scientist understandably more than a bit intimidated by the creature he had just unleashed; he was already on the back foot, ready to make a run for it if things got hectic. But the tiger knew this, of course...and he was more than ready to seize his rescuer and give him what he asked for. Forcefully, if necessary. “Now, about the matter of your reward...” the tiger said, before he reached an arm out in the blink of an eye and wrapped his hand firmly around the werewolf’s waist! It was at this point that Runic realized just how big this creation was...the tiger’s pink hand was more than big enough to wrap its way around his entire torso, green pads squishing into the werewolf’s sides providing at least a little bit of comfort as he was so casually lifted up into the air as if he was little more than a doll, though he was still being squeezed well past the point of being able to speak. All he could communicate with was his eyes, and the fear and immediate regret for what he had done was palpable to the tiger. And it was delicious. Almost as delicious as the scientist was going to be once he got his jaws wrapped around him~

“Oh, don't look at me like that. You didn't think this was going to happen?” the slime-tiger said with a smirk as he began to raise the scientist above his head, delighted in how Runic squirmed fruitlessly against his fingers. “It's not like I'm not keeping up my end of the bargain. You'll get all that and much more as a part of me~” he continued to monologue before his jaws began to open wide, a wave of warm, steamy breath billowing out and enveloping Runic in the process, steaming up his glasses and disorienting him even further. “N-no! Please, I was never even involved in capturing you, I would never have d-decided to keep you like this myself...”

The tiger wasn't really listening to Runic’s pleas, though. All he saw at this point was a squirming midnight snack, and so he casually released the grip he had around Runic’s waist and sent the werewolf careening headfirst right into his open maw! At least it was a soft landing, albeit slimy, the wolf being plunged into darkness as the tiger’s jaws clamped firmly over his knees - already fitting almost the entirety of the scientist’s body inside his hungry maw! Surprisingly enough, the insides of the tiger's mouth were not green as one would perhaps expect, instead just being a normal pink flesh-like color; though it wasn't like Runic could see much of anything else as the tiger’s tongue assaulted him from every angle, slathering him up and preparing him for the trip down the beast’s gullet. Which he was already being funneled towards by that powerful muscle’s movement as well, despite his best efforts to fight back...

*gullRGk~*

The first swallow from the slimy tiger was nearly all that it took. Runic’s entire upper body was pulled into the beast's throat with that one muscular contraction, thick waves of peristalsis keeping up the work even as the tiger continued to greedily stuff the rest of the scientist right down his gullet. The beast’s powerful tongue curling its way down the werewolf’s legs, drawing them inside of his maw before taking one final swallow that completely engulfed the scientist, Runic gasping as he felt his feet slipping into the slimy warmth of the tiger’s embrace...it had all happened so fast, the beast devouring him like little more than a snack. Sending him cascading down that dark, dank throat...already, though, the werewolf could see the tiniest bit of the outside world through the semi-translucent green goo of the beast’s throat, a little bit of a preview of what was to come once he was curled up inside of the stomach. It was like looking at the world through a funhouse mirror...so close, yet so far away from him...

One muscular contraction dumped the whole of Runic’s body into the tiger’s first stomach a few seconds later, the werewolf more than jarred by the sudden exit into a much brighter and roomier chamber...the lights of the lab shined into his prison from every angle, providing the werewolf with quite a lucid picture of everything around him - and a good idea of just how restrictive, tight, and churning it all was. And this was just the first stomach; a holding chamber, more than anything else...everything started to shake around the werewolf as the tiger casually made his way towards the exit, prying open the door with one hand and crouching down before plowing his way through the opening. “Mmmfh, sorry for the commotion. I'll have you packed away in a much roomier, calmer place in no time...” the tiger said in a very smug tone of voice as he continued to smash and bash his way through the lab; at this point, he was setting off all sorts of alarms and sirens inside the lab, but he didn't care. At this point, every scientist in the whole lab couldn't stop him from tearing his way out of here and unleashing himself upon the unsuspecting world!

Runic could still kind of see what was happening around him, but the tiger was moving so fast and so chaotically that it was all kind of a jumbled, blurry mess...a blurry mess that was getting slimier and the darker as the movements pushed Runic deeper and deeper into the tiger’s first stomach! There wasn't much digesting happening here, mostly just holding, but the werewolf knew that at any moment he could slip past the opening and into a much more dangerous situation...and yet, there was really nothing that he could do about it. In this uniform, green chamber, it was quickly becoming impossible to tell where the theoretical exits even were...at least, it was, until a crushing clench all around the werewolf's body suddenly sent him in one very specific direction! His head was plunged into a tight tube deeper in the tiger's body, the world around him becoming much darker for a brief moment as he was submerged into the pink flesh of the beast en route to that second stomach, the one he was far more afraid of…and for good reason. As soon as he slid into that undercarriage, the differences between the two chambers were already being made apparent; the viscous digestive fluids, the churning and clenching walls, the gurgling and grumbling of everything around Runic as he was squelched and squeezed out into the tight, hammock-like underbelly of the tiger-slime…he did have to admit, there was a lot more room down here than in the first stomach, at the very least. Small victories.

Each movement that the tiger made was much more pronounced down here, the gut sloshing and swaying side to side constantly in a way that mixed and churned the digestive enzymes even deeper into his body…even though he could still technically see what was going on in the outside world, perhaps even better down here, it was becoming more and more difficult to actually perceive anything. The scientist’s strength was fading, and the slimy gut walls were continuing to seize on any space that was given to them by the slowly compacting werewolf…naught but fuel for the tiger’s rampage at this point, as he casually broke out of the lab and into the cool night air. It was a sensation he had never felt, the chill of midnight against his skin and fur. He had never seen the moon before, shining in the sky with its bevy of twinkling stars. He knew nothing of these things before now, but they felt right. And soon, they would all be his.~