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((This is a commission for Makuta. It contains soft oral vore with unwilling prey and fatal digestion, as well as f/m and macro micro.))

Furry Sandwich

Makuta wasn't sure how he had gotten here. The last thing he remembered was walking down the street, minding his own business, when he had been jumped. The next thing he knew, he had woken up here.

At first, the dark blue cat had no idea where he was, or what had happened to him. He was in a dark, metal chamber, lying against a wall, and as he opened his eyes and sat up, he found himself trapped with several other furries, all waiting for... Well, he had no idea, and neither did they. Everyone felt like something was coming, but nobody could tell what.

He asked around to try and see if anyone knew where they were, but everyone was in the same boat he was. They had been going about their daily lives, and then they had been attacked, and the next thing they knew, they were here.

It was hard for Makuta to keep himself calm. He had no idea what was going to happen to him, and he couldn't help but feel like it was going to be something bad.

Eventually, he found out what was going on. Everyone in the chamber fell silent, as noises echoed from outside the confines of their prison. Then, there was a deafening sound of metal grating against metal, and a huge latch that covered most of one wall swung open.

Without even so much as a delay, a giant hand entered the chamber, and started heading towards the tiny furries. The crowd scattered, and many started to scream. Makuta tried to run, but he stumbled, and fell to the ground. The giant hand closed around him, and pulled him away, outside of the chamber.

As he emerged, he looked around, and saw that he was in a kitchen inhabited by massive furries. He was being held by a gigantic tiger, who looked down at him and smiled menacingly.

"Wha... Where am I?" he asked. "What are you doing to me?!"

"You're in McDonalds," the tiger replied. "I think you know what that means."

Makuta froze, and a chill went up his spine. "No..." he said. "Please, don't do this!"

The tiger only chuckled, turned, and dropped Makuta gracelessly into a basket. Then, he turned to grab some other furries to join him.

As Makuta was all but flattened the barrage of falling bodies, he couldn't help but drift off a bit. He was terrified now, knowing what was about to happen. McDonalds was known for having a special ingredient to add to their sandwiches; micro furries. He had known about this, but had never imagined where they had gotten the furries from, and like most people, had always thought they were willing.

A couple times, he opened his mouth to scream for help, but stopped right before the words came out. He wouldn't find any help here, he knew. The employees here were either in on it, or just didn't care. Same with the customers. He was doomed unless he found some way out.

Throughout the entirety of the next few minutes, the tiger got to work preparing them for the display case. During this time, Makuta looked for a way out, but found none. There wasn't a single opportunity to escape; the tiger really knew what he was doing.

To prepare the micro furries to be food, the tiger took them out of the basket one by one, and put them on the table in front of them. He first dipped them in a small vat of water, presumably to clean off their fur. Then, he dipped them in a special sauce to enhance their flavor. After that, he dried them off with a rag, and sprinkling seasoning on each of them, before putting them in another basket.

When it came Makuta's turn, he struggled and writhed in the tiger's grip once again, trying to slip out of his grasp and possibly make a run for it. But the tiger had been doing this for a long time, and he knew how to properly hold a micro to prevent it from escaping. He held him loosely enough to keep from crushing him, but tight enough to prevent him from leaving.

It didn't help that as the liquids got in his eyes and face, and then the seasoning, he was blinded, and unable to see or stay coordinated. He coughed out the water and the special sauce, and then sneezed out the seasoning, and by the time he was done with that, his small window of opportunity had gone, and he was dropped into the other basket.

He was one of the last furries to go, and he sat on top of a small pile of them. He could hear groans and cries from underneath him as the poor furries strained against the weight on top of them, to no avail. Some squirmed and wriggled to try to get out, but most simply sat there, accepting their fate.

The basket lurched, throwing Makuta to the side, as the Tiger picked it up and started walking to the kitchen's exit. The doors swung to the side as he pushed them, and walked rapidly through them. They all emerged out into the storefront. Makuta couldn't see anything, but he could hear the noises of all the customers that had come to enjoy food at the store. He wondered with a chill running up his back which one would be enjoying him that day.

No... Don't think like that, he told himself. You might still get out.

Though as much as he tried to reassure himself, he knew that that probably wasn't the case. How many of the furries that were sold here ever made it out alive? He had heard of none.

The tiger opened the case that housed the micros, and unceremoniously tipped the basket over and dumped them inside. As they poured out into a heap, Makuta realized with dismay that he was on top, and would subsequently be at the bottom of the pile. He hit the surface of the display case, and was squished into it, as micro after micro crashed on top of him, knocking the wind out of his chest.

When it was all done, he just barely registered the sound of the case closing above him. Then, he felt the micros begin to mercifully slide off above him.

He lay there even after they were all gone, breathing heavily to try and catch some air again. Slowly, he was able to pull himself back to his feet, and look around.

Some of the other furries were standing up, some were sitting down, but most were towards the back of the case, looking fearfully at the regular sized customers looking in at them. Some of them looked excited; he supposed that these had been the ones who had volunteered. The rest looked positively terrified.

But the customers didn't seem to notice, or care. They continued to look in anyway.

Suddenly, the display case opened, and an employee's hand reached in. The furries ran towards the front, trying to escape it. The hand reached down, closed upon a poor young deer, and dragged him back kicking and screaming out of the case. There, the rest of them lost sight of the poor thing as the case was closed.

Makuta shuddered. He could only imagine what was going through the deer's mind.

He looked back at the front of the case and saw three newcomers. They were girls; one a lion, one a crocodile and one a hawk. They were all focusing in on various different micros, trying to determine which one looked the best. To Makuta's horror, he found himself making eye contact with the lion.

She pointed at him, and said something that he couldn't quite make out through the glass. Panic began welling up inside of him as he knew what was coming next; he was going to be put into a sandwich and eaten.

The other girls made their decisions as well, and placed their orders. Sure enough, the case opened once again. Immediately, Makuta made a beeline for the front, trying as hard as he could to escape his oncoming doom. But there was no use; he wasn't fast enough, and he felt the hand close around him and pull him out.

He got a look back, and saw that he had been picked out by a dog in a McDonald's uniform. He paid the micro no mind as he brought him over to yet another basket and dropped him in. Soon, Makuta was joined by another cat and a squirrel. None of them said a word; they all cowered in fear as they awaited their fate.

The squirrel was taken out first, and then the cat. Soon, Makuta was the only one left. The dread was prolonged, and he soon found himself breaking out into a sweat. He looked around for some way out, but found nothing, no way of escape.

Then, the hand came for him, and it was all over.

He tried to dodge it, but wasn't fast enough. The hand gripped him and lifted him up into the air once again. Makuta kicked and punched and even tried to bite it, no longer caring if he fell to the ground; it would be a better fate than what was in store for him. But it didn't accomplish anything.

The hand dropped him on top of a sandwich, as he pressed into the lettuce that had already been piled on. Beneath that were some tomato slices, a slice of cheese melted into a thin, processed hamburger patty and a bottom bun.

He tried to roll off, but was cut off by the dog's hand. The employee didn't even say anything; he absentmindedly kept him on top while he went about his business. Soon, Makuta saw him lift a bottle filled with mayonnaise, which he squirted over his body.

As the micro cat felt his body being covered in the thick condiment, he closed his eyes and mouth to prevent it from getting into him. He felt the barrage stopped, and opened his eyes again to see a bottle of ketchup being poured onto him next. He didn't close his eyes quite in time, and got a few drops in them.

As he clutched his eyes and tried to rub them clean, another condiment was sprayed onto him. When he was finally able to look again, he saw that it was mustard.

Then, he saw the dog moving a bun through the air, directly towards where he was positioned. He lifted his hands in a last ditch effort to keep it away, but accomplished nothing, as the bread was dropped on him. The dog pushed down on it to squeeze the sandwich together, and Makuta was smooshed inside.

Then, he heard the sound of wrapping paper, and any light that was still getting into him was gone. He was ready to be eaten, and there was no escape now.

He felt himself being placed inside a bag with some other wrapped sandwiches, and then felt the bag itself moving. It changed hands, and was brought to a table, where it was placed down and opened.

Once again, he felt himself being lifted up, and knew that the lion was ready to eat. This was it; if he didn't find a way to slip out and run away now, he never would.

He could feel his world turning as the sandwich wrapping was undone, and finally, could see some light coming in through the sides of the sandwich once more. He immediately started to wriggle forwards towards the light, trying to slip out from underneath the bun. It proved more difficult than he anticipated; the bun was surprisingly heavy, and it weighed down upon him. The lion girl's fingers pushing it down were no help either.

Still, he was able to make a little progress. But that was undone as the lion girl's teeth penetrated through the bun and meat, and caught his feet as he tried to leave.

The teeth didn't penetrate his flesh, but they gripped it tight enough to prevent it from moving. He struggled a bit more, but was unable to do anything as the teeth pulled him back, and he slid out of the bun.

He dangled in midair, hanging from her teeth, as she pulled him away. His fur was coated with condiments, and he yelped in terror.

Without even so much as a single moment of hesitation, the lion girl threw her head back and opened her mouth, releasing Makuta from the grip of her teeth. He flew backwards, and landed in the warm, wet cave of her maw. As he tumbled in, she snapped her jaws shut behind him, trapping him forever.

But she didn't swallow right away, though. The warm, slimy tongue he landed on began to buck beneath him, as the tip poked and prodded at him, and the rest of it rubbed and slid against his flesh, tasting it, savoring as much of his flavor as it could. He could hear a low roar coming from the back of her throat, and realized she was purring; evidently, he tasted delicious.

He tried to back away from the entrance to the throat, but it was difficult; he couldn't see, and the tongue was constantly throwing him off balance. It was hard to tell which way was up, he was tossed around so much.

Finally, the tongue came to a rest, and he sat there, trying to catch his breath. This proved a mistake; the air was wet and rancid, and as he inhaled it into his lungs, he broke out into a coughing fit.

Just as he was able to pull himself together, he felt the tongue lurch beneath him, as the entire area around him began to tilt. The micro started to slide down the slippery tongue towards the entrance to the girl's throat. Panicking, he tried to grab onto her taste buds, but they were too slippery, and every time he got a hold on one, it quickly slipped out from beneath his hands.

The descent was quick, but it seemed to Makuta like it took forever. He slipped further and further towards the black maw, before he finally reached the edge, slipped, and pitched backwards into the fleshy tunnel. With one resonating gulp, the muscles in his throat grabbed him, and dragged him down into the depths.

He quickly had the wind knocked out of him once again as he was pummeled on all sides by the throat muscles, as they squeezed and dragged him down. He was losing air, and his lungs soon started to strain. It felt like an eternity that he was trapped in that throat, until finally, he was shoved through an even tighter space, and then emerged into a more open one.

He fell to the bottom of this new chamber and landed in a puddle of liquid, the other bits of food that had been swallowed along with him landing aside him. He opened his mouth, took a deep breath- and immediately coughed once again, this time nearly choking on the foul air. This was even worse than the mouth; the stench of rot and decay was almost unbearable.

Once he got over this new wave of coughing, he became aware of a tingling beneath his fur, and it finally hit him just exactly what was going to happen to him. He was in a stomach now, and likely sitting in a puddle of acids. That meant...

...he was going to be digested. Alive.

The thought sent him into the greatest panic yet. He immediately began to scream, and lashed out against the belly walls, trying to hurt them in some way, or maybe cause the girl to throw up. He tried to climb the walls as well, and maybe escape through her esophagus, but they were too smooth and slippery and there were no possible handholds for him to grab onto.

As he fought futilely for his escape, the rest of the hamburger rained down on him from above in wet, soggy, chewed-up clumps. He was struck down into the acids every time, but always rose up.

Over time, the tingling feeling over his fur got worse, and eventually started to burn. He felt his fur falling out in clumps, and as the acids seeped into his skin, he felt his strength failing. His struggles became weaker and weaker, and eventually, he stopped completely, falling over into the pool of acid and digesting food.

It wasn't long after that that he passed out completely. From there, he was quickly broken down by the acids, becoming nothing but nutrients to be absorbed into the lion girl's body. When she used the bathroom to dispose of him later, she thought nothing of the live she had just taken; she only thought of how delicious he had been.

It was never officially announced what happened to Makuta, as nobody really bothered to investigate it. When it came to incidents such as this, society had a habit of looking the other way.