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WARNINGS! Don't put these often but i have felt rather dirty lately apparently, so yeah. This involves, SCAT, FULLTOUR, VORE, NON-ANTHRO. If I get one person moaning about it imma' going to bust a nut.

ANYWAY, tiny fox gets shoved into a glass pill, forced on a one way trip into a canine pet after angering its owner for whatever reason, and because of the glass cage around him, even gets to see the end too.

This story was prompted by a chat with a certain fox who I'll keep hidden, unless he's happy to be exposed. lines of ******* show a change in POV (also aware there maybe a few grammatical errors dotted about, but proof readers for this stuff are hard to come by!) ************************************************************

I look over the tiny fox squirming between two of my fingers, the tiny thing no bigger than the tip of my finger a squeeze. His screams and constant begging for me to consider only making this more enjoyable,without a single word I loosen my hold on his tiny form, watching as his tiny arms struggle to hold onto my finger till ultimately slipping off dropping with a barely audible thump in the bottom of a glass tube. Taking the top half from the table top I carefully push it over the bottom half occupied with the terrified looking fox that has resorted to hugging its tail.

I pinch now sealed pill shaped container between two fingers and raise it before my lips, I cant help myself by taking a quick lick over the cool glass surface. The tiny trapped within getting an up close view of my slick tongue as it presses around the front of his capsule "well you did say you wanted a tour" I tease, holding back a laugh as I see his tiny hands reach to his ears and grasp them tightly in response to my booming voice I suppose.

A wide grin spreads across my maw that fills the little guy with dread, without a second thought to it I once again release my hold of the little thing. Watching as the clear container drops down to the floor, for the little guy it seems like a drop of hundreds of miles a fresh and full bowl of wet dog food waiting below to catch the tiny addition.

As he crashes down into the muck everything is a blur of brown muck, high above he can just about see me through the wet muck that smears the smooth glass, still grinning back at him. I give a loud call to my already waiting pet, a perfect example of a husky comes trotting into the kitchen and over his waiting breakfast.

The little fox screams bloody murder as that ravenous muzzle comes into view and instantly starts to chow down. I kneel down and lovingly rub over the dogs back, watching with keen interest as the situation develops for the little waiting passenger waiting in the bowl. The little container is tossed about within the constantly shifting pile, the foxes eyes go wide as the open maw suddenly appears out of nowhere and and fills his view. he shuts his eyes tightly as he is locked within that maw, fearing those sharp teeth that crunch loudly all from every direction. A things on the outside are near impossible to see as a thick slop of partly chewed food and saliva sticks to the exterior of the thin glass.

Apparently now is not the right time to start the tip as a small food covered ball drops back from the huskies black furred lips and into the near empty bowl. The little guy pounds on the side of his glass cage like a mad man as once again everything above becomes a open muzzle, tendrils of thick slobber hangs from deep within the darkness at the back of the muzzle, that massive tongue drops to the bottom of the bowl, trapping the little glass pill between a wall of red muscle and the little bit of left over food. The little foxes world shifts is every direction till once again everything bounces about wildly with that horrid crunching noise alone ripping at his heart strings, his view of the outside world being surrounded by walls of yellow stained teeth the size of houses.

Struggling to keep focused on anything in the living cavern of flesh and bone covered in a film of food and drool he manages to get a single look up and out of the muzzle, apparently when the dog looked up towards his owner, the tinny trapped fur gets a fleeting glance at me still grinning and watching with clear enjoyment and interest. That is the last view of the outside world he's going to get of the outside world for a while as an echoing gulp beckons him from behind and everything goes dark, a wall of food rolling back over the little living thing and pulling it downwards through that tight undulating throat and towards the waiting stomach deep below.

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Total darkness wraps around you as you feel the inevitable gulp downwards, a small patch of luminescent paint dabbed under your feet casting a dull green light on your surroundings, a wall of shifting dark red flesh pressing against the glass in front of you and behind a compacted wall of visibly wet chewed up food. You shudder and close your eyes and wrap your arms around yourself still mentally shaken by this sudden trip.

Not a moment later you tumble downwards into a seemingly endless cave of rippling and shifting walls of wet flesh that the tiny amount of light has no hope of fully illuminating. The glass pill drops into a thick broth below and you find yourself submerged for a moment before the air inside your glass world pulls you back to the surface, a huge mass of chewed up dog food lands in the lake next to you, watching as the ball slowly sinks into the tar like liquid all around you. The natural sounds of the inner workings of a canine body surround you and fill your ears, thumping of a huge heart somewhere, a mix and moaning and groaning rumbling all around from a Woking digestive tract.

You start to feel yourself heating up as the bottom half of your submerged tank absorbs the heat from the surrounding mix of acids and partiality digested meals. You feel your surroundings shift about violently as you see the flesh around you start to contract and pull around its self randomly, any view of the outside is now lost as you find yourself buried deep down within the lake of liquid like some sick walk through aquarium that. Seemingly a world away from your location the owner and his pet have gone to the park, the happy canine unaware of the tiny traveller deep within his self or the fact that the erratic movement of his play only makes his insides that much more sickening.

Apparently the heat inside starts to get the best of you as you watch your surroundings, the deadly gastric lake that surrounds you slowly but surely starting to break down and thin out. Your eyes start to feel heavy as you are thrown about on the insides long losing track of what way you came in, or even what way is up. The heat wills you to close your eyes and you you quickly fall into a deep sleep.

Awakening slowly from your sleep you see walls of light brown pressing around you on all sides, the texture all uniform and clump free. Even in your sleepy state you put yourself in a position, undoubtedly surrounded by thick walls of dog shit on every side. You can't help but shudder at the very idea of that but like it or not, this is your tomb for now. For more hours you find yourself drifting in and out of sleep as you listen first hand to the inner workings of this beast, the pounding of blood all around you, an occasional rumble of air passing by you on its way to freedom and a slow and steady crackling of the thick mass around you.

Your world shudders and you feel yourself drop slightly, assuming this is it you press your arms and legs against the glass in a hope to brace yourself. The rumbles around you redouble for moment before you see a wall of brown fresh rub past the glass ahead of you as it removes a thin layer of shit covering the curved walls, blinded by the sudden burst of light you shield your eyes till get get used to the outside after god only knows how many hours. The first thing you manage to see if the grass rushing up towards you.

With a squish everything comes to a sudden stop, your little glass container embedded with in the first thick log of dog scat and facing upwards. From high over you you see a monsters tail hole loom over head, flexing slightly before yawning open and exposing yet another log of crap swiftly pushing its way free and snaking it's way down to your location, as if to tease you the massively thick log manages to cling to the tail hole for a moment, even from your point of view hovering so very close over you to ensure you get a good look at the light brown snake formed of digested food and who knows what else, the heat surrounding you in the cold morning air fogging up the glass and blocking your view just as you feel that mass of shit drop free and cover you up at the bottom of the pile of dog shit. ************************************************

I look over to the husky finish up his business and trot happily off onto his new adventure while out on his walk I give a sigh and pull out a small pair of metal tongs and a plastic bag. kneeling over the fresh pile of dog mess I slowly start to prod around with the metal tool, a out of place clack signifying The target is trapped between the two walls of metal. With a quick pull sure enough I find that little glass pill, unable to see the inside of it I rub it over the grass for a moment before once again looking inside. Seeing that little guy I cant help but feel my trousers tighten a little.

"now listen here, you little shit" I half growl down at the micro fox while picking up the still warm pile with and out turned bag before turning it outwards and holding the top open "you're going to listen to me and stop trying to runaway, aren't ya, or do you want to see what happens to dog shit that goes in the bin first hand too?" I move the bag white bad under the glass pill to make my point clear. The reaction is quick to follow as the little guy drops to his knees, hands pressed against the glass towards me and clearly shouting something, despite me not being able to hear something so tiny, so insignificant.

Nodding and stand back up, lifting a single booted foot up and looking over the sole, spotting a larger space between two treads I push the little item between nice and firmly.

You shout and scream for forgiveness and walls of plastic treads surround you, all you see soon after is the ground once again coming towards to meet you. Much to your dismay the very first step lands in a not so fresh pile of shit, the light unfortunately still going strong as the darker brown mess cakes every surface not taken up by rubber sole. "your cleaning that up later, speck" your eyes press against your skull and a whimper leaves your lips, perhaps being inside the dog was better than outside.