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Road to the Stomach

Squeak peered his brown-furred head around the corner of the hole, nose twitching as he took in the smells of the house. People, of course, and definitely the scent of a dog, but it wasn't recent. He'd watched the car leave from his other hole in the outside wall, so hopefully the house was all his now.

Setting his eyes for the kitchen on the opposite side of the room, Squeak twitched his whiskers twice for luck and then scurried out, dropping to all fours to pick up speed as he shot right across the carpet. Within seconds he was so close to the kitchen he could smell the wonderful foods kept within. He couldn't believe his luck!

Squeak was right in saying that the people of the house weren't there - they had gone out for dinner. However, the scent of dog was only faint because he had not moved for quite a while; at the scent of an unfamiliar creature, however, the white dog cracked an eye open and slowly stood up.

Unlike one would expect a dog to do, Brian stood on two legs. He was also more intelligent and able to speak, though he wasn't the only one capable of this, obviously. As he stood up fully and stretched, he sniffed at the air again.

"Mouse..." he said to himself, his well-trained nose leading him out of his masters' bedroom. He had a red collar around his neck, but nothing else covered him - therefore the sheath and balls between his legs were both very visible. The mouse would likely not have heard him yet.

Safely in the kitchen, Squeak gave the place another sniff. Harder to tell here - the smells of food from all around him masked most other scents, and his little mouth watered from just imagining what he'd find here - but he was quite sure the occupants hadn't been in here recently either.

Not wasting any more time, the mouse scurried over to a nearby drawer, his nose telling him there was plenty to eat just on the other side of it. As he ran, his pink paws clicked loudly on the tiled floor, but he was confident no one was around to hear it. Squeak stopped when he reached the drawer, and looked up for a moment in thought. Somehow he would need to get this thing open...

After trying to work out the best method, he decided to stand back up on two legs and try pulling on the handle like the humans did. He wasn't as fast like this, but he could use a bit more strength. Still, it wasn't easy, and he grunted and squeaked to himself as he strained to get it moving.

Brian could definitely hear something in the kitchen now. Walking in slowly, he saw exactly what he expected - a mouse. Granted, he hadn't anticipated that the mouse would be trying to open the drawer, but it was a mouse nonetheless. For the purposes of chasing it if it tried to run, he got down on all fours and let out a loud bark. This would surely grab the mouse's attention. "Hey!" Brian followed it up with actual speech, snarling angrily.

Squeak jumped higher into the air that he ever had done before, his heart suddenly racing. The moment he landed he spun around, locking eyes with the very-much-still-at-home white furred dog blocking his exit.

What he should have done, he quickly realised, was run for his life at that very moment. What he actually did was press himself up against the drawer as if trying to sink inside of it, and open and close his mouth repeatedly.

After a moment, though, he realised something.

"You... you can talk too?" Squeak squeaked.

That just might be enough. He could reason with the dog, apologise and ask to be let go. He just had to be careful with what he did next...

Brian cocked his head, surprised for a moment that the mouse could talk. He stood back up on two legs, revealing his pure nudity. Squeak wasn't expecting the dog to stand, so when he did, the mouse's eyeline took him right between Brian's legs. What he saw there made him gulp slightly, and without even meaning to, his own knees moved a little closer together, vainly attempting to hide his own much smaller package.

"You can talk?" Brian asked, stepping forward. His paws left slight prints on the tile floor thanks to the sweat sticking to them. He went back to his angry expression, baring his teeth and getting back own on all fours as his muzzle was right in front of the rodent. "Were you trying to steal food?!"

As the dog got closer, Squeak whimpered and tried to press himself even further into the solid object behind him.

"No, I... I mean... yes, but... I wasn't... I mean... I don't... I didn't..." he yammered in a pathetic high-pitched voice.

"Didn't what?!" He snarled again, bringing his mouth so close to Squeak that he could smell the kibble on his breath. Alcohol, too...

Without meaning to, Squeak wrinkled his nose, the stench of dog's breath overpowering. It was bad enough on its own, but this one was laced with dog food and human alcohol, two things the mouse had no desire for whatsoever.

"You were gonna take our food! And I know just how to deal with mice..." Brian menacingly ran his tongue over his lips, inches away from Squeak's face. If he was going to say something to hold him off, he'd have to think of it quickly. Brian's stomach, at that exact moment, emitted a rather loud growling noise.

As he saw that wide tongue emerge and run along the dog's lips, Squeak's knees gave way, and he crashed to the floor in a quiver.

"Oh, please don't eat me!" he begged urgently, "I'm so sorry, I'll never do it again! I'll... I'll leave the house forever, I promise! I'll leave the state! I'll leave the country! Anything, just don't eat me!"

"Why would I let you go? I'm hungry." He suddenly reached out with a paw and grabbed Squeak's tail, standing up on his hind legs again and lifting the mouse off the ground, dangling him upside down above his mouth.

Squeak yelped pitifully as he was pulled into the air, wriggling as he was dangled utterly helpless above Brian's gaping maw. Once again he felt, and smelled, that warm stale breath washing over him, and it was now accompanied by a wet, open throat that shone with its coating of saliva. There must be something he could say! Must be something he could do! But nothing came. His mind was utterly blank except for the smell of that breath, the sight of that mouth, and the distant rumbling of that eager stomach.

Brian opened wide... but then closed his mouth again as he noticed his canine erection beginning to emerge from his musky white sheath. It didn't take long for another smell hit Squeak's powerful nostrils. A more acrid stench, more powerful than the dog's breath. His tiny mouth dropped open as he realised it was the scent of arousal.

"Huh..." the dog said with a smirk, "Well... I guess you could be useful for something else..."

Usually, since his owners hadn't gotten him fixed, he would help relieve stress by humping a pillow as most dogs do... but now he had a live, squirming, furry creature to use. Sure, his cock wouldn't fit inside, but he'd make a good toy nonetheless...

"What are you... no! No, please!" the little mouse pleaded.

Brian let a wide grin cross his muzzle. "Do you want to live, or not?" He brought the mouse down, grabbing him around the waist and holding his body right in front of his thick, throbbing cock. The smell of dog musk and sweat filled his senses - the cock alone was nearly the size of Squeak's whole body! What could he possibly be able to do with such a small body?

This close to the cock, the stench was completely overpowering, and Squeak had to hold back a gag that he was sure would only make matters worse if the dog noticed. The thing was enormous, deep red and already slick with juices, and it seemed to be twitching in anticipation of... something. Something Squeak knew wouldn't be good for him.

But Brian made a good point. Was it worse than being eaten alive?

Tensing all through his tiny body, paws clenching just below his mouth, Squeak mumbled a question - though he wasn't able to take his eyes off of the monster cock in front of him.

"What... do you want me to do?"

"Oh, you won't have to do anything..." Brian didn't allow the mouse to respond to that, for as soon as he said it he pushed his paw forward and rammed the rodent's body against his cock. He gasped, his back arching as Squeak's soft, silky fur pressed against the sensitive flesh, making it throb much harder and ache with arousal. "O-oh god, that's so much better than the pillows~" he grunted, closing his paw around Squeak and making it hard to breathe as he gripped him as though he was an extension of his erection. Pressed directly against the cock, the smell was absolutely mind-boggling.

The mouse gasped as the force of Brian's cock pushed the air from his lungs, and when he tried desperately to breathe it all back in, he was greeted with the muskiest mouthful he had ever experienced; when he breathed through his mouth he could smell it, and when he breathed through his nose he could taste it, ever-present at the back of his throat, till he wasn't able to hide his gags any longer.

But that wasn't the only horror bombarding his senses. The warmth of the cock seemed to radiate through him, and Brian's paw was clenching so hard he felt he was almost a part of it. The sweat and juices were already seeping into his fur, and when he tried to beg for it to stop, he found he couldn't get enough breath in his body to form the words.

Brian had just gotten started, of course. He started slow at first - moving his paw up and down, he dragged the soft mouse along his throbbing shaft, jolts of pleasure shooting up his spine with each movement. As he got more used to it though, he began to speed up - Squeak would be hard pressed to breathe with Brian essentially using him as a rag to jerk off into. Brian barely did it in this position, since humping often brought on feelings of actual intercourse, but with the mouse up against it...it felt so much better.

As the movements became faster and rougher, Squeak was struggling to snatch more than quick, ragged half-breaths, and soon that, combined with the smell that seemed to utterly fill his skull and settle on his tongue, was sending him light-headed. If Brian wasn't careful, he'd soon be humping a dead mouse, and Squeak was sure the dog WASN'T going to be careful. Desperation at that thought settling in, the little mouse suddenly began to squirm and writhe, trying and failing to push against Brian's movements, and likely only providing more pleasure to the well-endowed dog.

Brian was indeed egged on by the squirms, but it was a good thing. This way, he would probably take less time to cum....hopefully. Brian started panting, gritting his teeth and whining like a feral dog as he put one foot up on a chair, starting to thrust into his hand and hump against the defenseless mouse. Based on the churning sounds from below and the throbbing of his cock, it wouldn't be long now...!

In his current state, Squeak was far from thinking logically. It would be sensible to want Brian to climax quicker, but right now it was the worst thing he could possibly imagine, even drowning out the memory of the dog's gaping maw.

In urgency, the mouse tried grasping on to the cock to push it away more effectively, but his paws slipped along its slick walls, and when Brian changed position, Squeak's arms were trapped by his sides, limiting his ability to resist even further. He was taking a real pounding now, worried not just about his lungs that were desperate for a real breath, but for his whole body which felt like it was being wrung dry by the cruel canine.

"G-gah...ah...n-nnh..." The dog's pleasured grunts and moans were all he could hear over the sound of fur rubbing against slick flesh, but finally he was given a reprieve from movement...but not from pressure. Brian suddenly clenched his hand extremely tightly, howling in ecstasy as his cock pulsed, spurts of fresh, hot dog cum starting to pour out of the tip. The moment Brian climaxed, Squeak was clenched so tightly that all his movements stopped. His lungs were squeezed empty, and his eyes bulged. The cock he was being forced against pulsed again and again as the dog moaned in pleasure, Squeak feeling every single string of cum press into his body on its way out of Brian's cock. With each spurt the dog thrust forward again, but as his climax ended he began to relieve the pressure around Squeak... was it over? Was he safe now?

When the pressure finally began to release, the mouse gulped in air like someone saved from drowning, not ready yet for words. He didn't even care anymore that each gulp brought the fresh scent of Brian's load, sharp on Squeak's powerful sense of smell. He'd survived. That was what mattered.

Brian took a moment to recover, sitting back on the chair he had just dripped a fair amount of seed on as he pulled Squeak away, still dangling him by the tail. "Whew...wow...y-you..." He took a deep breath, panting softly. "You felt...really good down there..." He smiled, in almost a friendly way...maybe this was it! Maybe he would let him-

Suddenly, Brian opened his mouth and lifted the mouse above him. "But you know, I gotta get rid of intruders...sorry." In reality, he wasn't sorry at all.

Squeak's heart had just started to settle down, with that easy smile convincing him he was about to get his freedom. So when he was returned to his position above the mouth, the mouse felt the true horror of betrayal. His chest tightened up, almost as badly as when he'd been being used as a fuck toy, and he felt the blood drain from his face.

"No! No please!" he begged, clasping his hands together desperately, "I'll do anything! Anything at all! You can use me again, whatever you want!"

"Yeah yeah, I wouldn't need your permission if I planned to do that. But..." He put his free paw on his stomach, which bubbled and growled loudly. "I'm starving, and I don't feel like getting something from the fridge when I can have a live, squirming meal..." He shrugged and opened his maw as wide as it would go... then let go of Squeak. The mouse fell headfirst down into his maw, but due to his size, his rump and legs stuck out. Brian immediately went to work, slurping and suckling on the rodent's upper body and tasting his own sweat and cum.

Before Squeak could react to his new situation, the mouth closed around his midriff, and sealed him inside in the darkness. In moments, his body was drenched in saliva, as that tongue worked along him, tasting him like a snack, lathering his face every time Squeak opened his mouth to protest, or swear, or beg. After a while, he wasn't sure which he was trying for anymore.

What he did do was kick, desperately and furiously with his free legs, his tiny cock and balls occasionally slapping against the dog's lower lip. The air of the kitchen felt cool on his rump, but inside the heat of the mouth and the stench of the breath were combining to beat down Squeak's resistance and drain his energy. He whimpered softly into that sucking, drooling tongue.

Brian wasn't one to play with his food, unfortunately. If he was, Squeak might have had a chance to protest or convince Brian to release him - instead, Brian tilted his head back and swallowed. Predatory throat muscles that had not been used for actual prey in years locked onto the rodent's head, dragging him deeper - then the power of peristalsis latched onto the rest of his upper body and sucked him further in.

The tilting head gave Squeak just a moment to realise what was about to happen, eliciting another desperate whimper, before he was suddenly pulled into the tight muscles awaiting him at the back of the dog's throat. They latched onto him before he could do a thing, and once more he found himself being squeezed tight by Brian's body, this time by slick muscles that coated him to make his terrifying journey down even faster. Squeak couldn't move his arms, couldn't kick, couldn't even wriggle. Every part of the wall of flesh around him was compressing him and squeezing him down, nothing but a snack for a hungry dog.

A noticeable bulge appeared on Brian's neck, and he reached up to pull his collar forward so it could slide down. In a single gulp, the mouse was gone. Like a mouthful of food. Granted, it was uncomfortable to Brian, but it felt oh-so satisfying; Squeak didn't have a chance. Before he even knew what was happening, he was being pulled past Brian's chest. In only a few seconds he would be squeezed into the tight, acid pit that rested between his crotch and his maw.

As the mouse reached his destination, and the ever-present stench became unbearable and overpowering, and as he was submerged in stomach juices and felt himself pressing out into what was likely a bulge on the other side of the dog, the only thing he could do... was squeak.

Brian sighed happily, his short tail wagging softly as his stomach filled out with the bulge of a live mouse. His stomach did noticeably grow rounder, but besides that he was unchanged. Putting both paws on his stomach, he started to gently rub around it and smirk to himself. Feeling his captive displace a bit of air, he opened his mouth and let up a rather loud belch, laced with a few scraps of fur and the smell of wet mouse.

"Rrrrr... thanks for the meal, rodent."