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"And the river card is...the ace of hearts."

A squid creature dressed head to toe in a tuxedo said those words as he backed away from the felt table, just having dealt the last card in an intense head-to-head poker game here at the Le Ciel Casino. On one end of the table was Alvor, the green botanist donkey famous for being trapped on a completely deserted island for years. Sitting across from him was Rem, a relatively unassuming raccoon who had somehow managed to outlast everybody else at this table to meet up with Alvor. And Rem? Well, he was beaming. After all, he had been sitting on pocket aces this whole time, and now he had just been dealt a three of a kind! The mammal struggled to maintain his poker face as he looked down to his cards once more, confirming that, yes indeed, he had what he thought he did. After all the rounds of betting that had transpired, though, the raccoon was left with a disappointing amount of chips. An all in wouldn't even be that intimidating at this point, though he was sure that he had the donkey beat...so he would need to put something bigger on the line.

"All in." The raccoon said as calmly as he could, shoving the last of his chip stack forward as he reached into his pockets and put something down on top of them...a key. A key that went to his prized space cruiser! It wasn't the most expensive spacecraft, nor the most powerful...but it was his. And more importantly, it was his ride home tonight! But that was just how confident the raccoon was in his hand. Pocket aces, one on the board, a bet like this would surely get the donkey to fold...

Alvor didn't even react at first. The donkey calmly looked at his hand once more, and played with his chips a little bit while he thought about what to do. And the donkey took his time. Each second that passed made Rem more and more nervous and uncertain about the bet he had made...but there was no going back at this point. And besides, there was no way that Alvor wasn't about to fold, right? Right?

"Call."

The donkey said it so calmly. It kind of stunned Rem for a moment, all the worst case scenarios that could happen flashing through his head. But, after a moment or two, the raccoon started to center himself once more. All those worst case scenarios were so implausible. He simply had the better hand in this situation...right? Regardless of what he thought, the raccoon was about to find out...

Rem flipped up his hand. Pocket aces, combining with the board for a three of a kind. Alvor flipped up his at the same time, as calm and emotionless as ever.

Time froze for a moment as the raccoon looked down at the donkey's cards. A king and a 10. The rest of the board was a Queen, 6, 3, and...a Jack. Oh God. The donkey had a straight. He really had a straight! The realization slammed into Rem like a truck, only interrupted by the dealer's wooden pusher shoving his chips - and his ship keys - towards the green donkey. Like he had been shot, the raccoon wailed out in pain, slamming both of his fists onto the felt and just laying there in a crumpled heap of defeat.

Alvor and the dealer just sat there for a few moments, the donkey calmly arranging his chip stack before leaning forward and putting his elbows on the table. "That was your ride, wasn't it?" he asked, to which the raccoon replied with a sad, small nod. "Well...the least I could do is give you a ride back home after all of that." Alvor continued, the offer almost immediately piquing the raccoon's interest a little bit. His brain was already going through the worst case scenarios where he would be stuck at this casino forever, forced to eat shitty bar food and sleep under the slot machines...a little dramatic, but quite a bit of drama just happened to him, so it was excusable.

"There will be some...special conditions at play with this offer, though." Alvor tacked on at the end, Rem looking a little bit confused at the donkey's lack of elaboration. "L-like what? I mean, I'll do anything..."

Alvor chuckled at that response. The donkey stood up from the table, smacking his fat, green gut and letting it wobble around for a little bit in front of Rem's face. "I would probably need provisions for a trip that long. If you can be those provisions, and survive the ride home...i'll let you out~"

Rem...well, Rem just stared for a few moments. At Alvor, at his fat stomach, at the keys that were now in the donkey's possession...he had a brief thought about just lunging for his keys and trying to make a break for it, but it would almost certainly land him in prison or worse...he didn't know anybody else at this casino, and honestly, the raccoon was starting to feel a little bit of pressure around him. Alvor, the dealer, it felt like everybody was staring at him...

"Fuckin-really? Those are going to be your terms? I can do that, I suppose..." the raccoon said, putting on an air of mock confidence in response to the donkey's offer. This guy was a pure herbivore, he even looked like a plant, there was no way that he could digest him before the raccoon got home...right? He'd give him one hell of a stomach ache all the way home, as well! Surely, this would be an easy way home for the raccoon. Perhaps he would even get something else out of it.

Alvor just chuckled as he heard the raccoon's response, getting up from the dealer's table and ushering Rem out of the casino with him. "Come on, let's get somewhere a bit more private. You'll be home before you know it..."

In just another minute or so, Rem was inside of Alvor's ship, frankly astounded at its luxury and color...it was a deep forest green, much like the donkey's skin, and it was absolutely gigantic, to boot! Alvor was busy setting up the autopilot for his ship, while Rem undressed per the donkey's instructions...it felt weird to be standing in side of the spaceship of somebody he just lost to in poker with nothing but his underwear on, but the raccoon had a feeling that everything was about to get even weirder!

The donkey finished throwing some coordinates into his autopilot before he sent the ship on its way, turning back around to the scantily clothed and nervous looking raccoon that was sitting in his ship. "So, how exactly are we going to do this...? Did you brush your teeth today?" Rem asked, his brain already going to how humid and smelly the inside of the donkey's mouth was going to be...ugh! He couldn't think about that right now. He had to focus on keeping all of his energy together to stay squirming and conscious when he got packed into the donkey's stomach...

Alvor just chuckled in response to Rem's question. "I think you'll have other things to worry about once you're in there, raccoon boy. Just sit down in that chair and I'll take care of the rest..." the donkey replied, pointing to a swivel chair off to the side of the room...it looked like the donkey was going to go feet first, at the very least! The raccoon took another long, hard moment to think about if this was really his best or only idea, glancing over to the closed door of the ship. If he wanted to leave, he needed to leave now...

And, in his moment of uncertainty, the ship took off. He was now stuck in here with the donkey. Whether he wanted to be or not...so, with a bit of resignation in his gait, Rem made his way over to the chair Alvor had pointed out, sticking out his legs as the donkey made his way over. Alvor crouched down onto the floor, positioning himself right in front of Rem's paws before wrapping his arms around the raccoon's ankles and slowly bringing them towards his lime green snout. "Bottoms up~" the donkey teased as he opened up his mouth, strands of drool glistening in the artificial light of the ship and clearly indicating to Rem just how much the donkey was looking forward to this meal. The fact that Alvor was clearly taking so much pleasure from all of this was a little disconcerting to the raccoon...especially considering that he hadn't even really started yet!

The raccoon winced a little bit as he felt the donkey's hot mouth start to slide over his feet, Alvor's flat tongue almost instantly starting to lick and slurp and slather every inch of his souls in slimy drool...It was a truly indescribable sensation for the raccoon, and one that he obviously wasn't that partial to. It left him squirming in his seat, but at the same time, he wanted to prolong his consumption as long as possible. The less time he spent in the donkey's stomach, the better chance he had of making it home safe...

Alvor was quite cognizant of this fact, though, and he started to pick up the pace once he had gotten a good taste of the raccoon's flavor. His arms were wrapped firmly around the raccoon's calves, gently tugging and pulling on them as he worked his way up Rem's body and sampled the flavors of the raccoon's ankles and calves...already, Rem could feel the tips of his toes scraping up against the back of the donkey's throat, the flesh teasingly clenching around his toes every time they got close. It felt like the donkey was taunting him a little bit, letting the raccoon know how easy he could just disappear down the donkey's throat if he wanted to!

*gullrrkk~* went the donkey's throat a few moments later, Rem squeaking a little bit as he felt himself suddenly getting yanked forward by the suction of Alvor's gullet! The raccoon wiggled his legs around inside of Alvor's throat, amazed and a bit concerned with just how tight it felt...rippling muscular contractions continued to pull him further down without Alvor needing to do anything, his butt slipping right out of the seat he was in as Alvor continued swallowing him up! The donkey's arms were starting to creep up Rem's sides, pulling and tugging him further down into his greedy maw so he could get his meal done and packed away in his belly! Rem could see his own body making bulges inside the donkey's throat, the thought that it was really him in there kind of blowing the raccoon's mind a little bit! The gullet was so wet, and slimy, it felt like Rem could just slip inside despite how small of an opening it obviously was...

"Ugh, can you loosen up in there? Feels like you're going to crush me..." Rem asked, honestly laughing a little bit in his head at the pure strangeness of the question he was asking. Alvor just looked up at his meal with his eyes half-lidded, mumbling out an "uh-uh" with drool leaking out of the corners of his lips before another gulp pulled Rem right down onto the ground! The chair he was sitting in rolled away from the sudden movement, leaving only Alvor and Rem together, laying on the ground...with a good third of Rem's body inside of the donkey's mouth, of course!

Alvor's wandering hands grasped Rem's arms and placed them at the raccoon's sides, Rem just kind of going along with whatever the donkey was doing...it probably wouldn't be possible for him to get his way out of this without a lot of fighting and other things that wouldn't make the person who owned the spaceship he was in very happy! The donkey's throat didn't get any looser as Rem was shoved further inside; in fact, it seemed to only get tighter! Alvor was laying down on his belly, so the raccoon couldn't exactly see where he was going, but he was probably going to get pushed out into the donkey's stomach after another swallow or two...he still didn't know how he was going to fit in there, but evidently he was going to learn the answer to that very soon!

The donkey's throat quivered before it swallowed once more, Alvor's flat teeth wrapped comfortably around Rem's tummy while his feet and legs were pushed through the opening into his stomach. It honestly didn't feel that much different to Rem...just the same humid, slimy interior as before, though now there was a lot more fluid sloshing around inside there with him. Stomach fluids. The digesty ones...the raccoon just had to hope that Alvor's digestive tract was too used to all those leafy greens to be that efficient at gurgling him up!

Though it felt quite tight inside of Alvor's stomach at first, as the donkey greedily and noisily worked his way up his raccoon meal's body, his gut actually started to stretch and distend quite a bit. Not enough to be comfortable, but at least the raccoon knew that he wouldn't be squeezed into nothingness inside of there...well, not immediately, anyway! Though the walls were stretchy, they were really active, pressing and undulating and massaging against whatever was packed inside of them. And those guts were getting more to rub and churn against with every swallow the donkey took! The donkey's mouth was basically wrapped over Rem's shoulders now, the raccoon able to feel Alvor's warm, stale breath starting to wash over his face...oh gosh, he hadn't even thought about what it was going to smell like in there! He just hoped that the donkey hadn't eaten anything too nasty recently...though it would probably be unrecognizable by the time he got in there.

The donkey's jaws continued to close around Rem's field of vision, acting like a sort of vignette that constantly started to encroach further upon his point of view...the equine's leathery tongue was starting to lap and slobber all over Rem's face, coating him in drool and giving the last of him a good, thorough tasting. The donkey swallowed again and again, each one pulling Rem farther back into the donkey's mouth and filling out Alvor's gut even more until the raccoon's world was completely framed by warm, humid flesh. The donkey's tongue was flat under his chin, starting to quiver and push up as the throat clenched around his neck...

*gulllRRrrnk~*

Rem suddenly felt his head being encased on all sides by slimy flesh as the donkey took one more swallow, pulling Rem's head into his gullet and finishing off the raccoon meal he had enjoyed so. Alvor let out a long, satisfied sigh as he felt the racc sinking down his throat, Rem's lower half already being forced to curl up inside the donkey's tight stomach even as his upper half continued its trip down the donkey's throat! The raccoon already thought that Alvor's throat was tight, but as he felt the cramped stomach his entire body was being pushed out into, the raccoon couldn't help but think about how tiring of a journey this was going to be if he wanted to see it through to the end...

The world around Rem started to shake and slosh as the donkey got up off of the ground, making his way back to the cockpit of his ship to settle in as his meal finished sliding into his hungry gut. "Heh, you tasted good for a casino scrub. Hope it's comfy in there, cuz you're going to be tucked away for a while~" the donkey taunted, slapping at his stomach as he did so just to accentuate the fact that Rem was nothing but fuel for him...and, well, the raccoon was certainly feeling like fuel right now!

As soon as Rem was packed away tight inside the donkey's belly, he started to feel the environment around him becoming rather hostile. He was bathing in a thick, soupy mixture of stomach fluids and leftover bits of food, after all, and those fluids were already starting to do what they did best - and that was digesting things, of course! It had really only been about 10 minutes of Rem being fully inside of the donkey's gut, but already he was really starting to feel like food. His fur was starting to tingle a bit, and everything around him was just constantly moving and squeezing inward...

Especially once Alvor truly got on the road. His meal could settle now, and the donkey was really starting to feel something getting worked up in his stomach...he tried to keep it down as long as he could, but eventually, it all came rushing out in a raucous, satisfying *BUUUuuuoooOOOAAA-AAAaaarrrrpppp*! The impressive belch took a good few seconds to complete, and by the time it had finished...well, Rem was feeling the squeeze even more. The air that was left in Alvor's stomach was the only thing keeping the donkey's stomach walls at bay, and now...well, there was absolutely nothing stopping them from squeezing even further inward, massaging inwards and working those tingling fluids even deeper into the raccoon's vulnerable skin...

The trip back home was long and arduous, most especially for the raccoon stuck in Alvor's stomach. Rem had bet on the equine's digestive system not being strong enough to claim him before he made his way home, and, well...that was a gambit that ended up not paying off. Rem squirmed and struggled and tried to give the donkey one hell of a stomach ache, but he wasn't able to do anything but make Alvor a little bit gassy...! The donkey could tell about halfway through his trip that his meal had mostly liquefied in his gut, but he pretended as if the raccoon was still around in there for a little bit...before he stepped off of the ship onto the raccoon's home world, though. His fat belly jiggled and sloshed with every step he took down to the surface, the donkey casually swinging the keys he had won around his finger as he admired the landscape around him. "Well, guess you didn't make it in one piece. That's all right, though. I promise you'll enjoy being donkey fat~"