A Surprise Trip
#1 of Fatal
This was a fun commission to write for Exo it was interesting to play around with a new concept of the stomach biome. I hope you enjoy this story if you wish to support me my commissions are open which you can check out here: https://www.furaffinity.net/commiss.....thonythetiger/ alternatively you can also support me on patreon where you can vote for stories, see content early and get tons of other benefits: https://www.patreon.com/PizzaTiger
CW: fatal, bones, digestion, shrinking, messy, food, slop ,cereal ,micro ,macro, size difference, drool, stomach biome, fox, tiger, death, smells, gross
The fox stumbled with his phone as he realized what he had just received as a fortune from the cookie he had just got from having ordered Chinese food. His orange fur glistened through the light, and that white underbelly jiggled as he rummaged through his bag. Unfortunately, he accidentally knocked over the glass of water he was having with his meal, and it splashed over the fortune paper. An audible yelp escaped his jaws as he grabbed his phone with a frustrated sigh and decided to snap a picture of the mess.
"Hoping this isn't a bad omen for rain wherever this surprise trip is." The fox chuckled to himself as he took the picture with his phone with the caption: Oh My Fox! He posted it on social media and got a few reactions. Some reactions included teasing remarks from his friends as he blushed from each statement. In addition, he noticed that his friend Pizza had messaged him privately. That sneaky tiger made the fox always suspicious of his intentions but decided to read the message anyways. He always loved the passion and energy that the tiger exuded with all his charming quirks.
Pizza: "Look at this new invention I made, Exo!" The tiger sent a photo of what looked like something straight out of a science fiction show! It was a shrink ray gun! The red and blue paint made it look the part, too, with expert detail and care to make it look flashy and stylistic. The fox was awestruck before coming back to earth, thinking about how maybe this little passion project the tiger had been talking about for a while was maybe for a show or some elaborate prank. But the metal and paint looked so realistic to the fox that it was almost impossible to deny that it was just a prop.
Exo: "Haha, so what show are you making where you need to use that, Pizza? It looks so arfing real! I am impressed you did such a good job! :D" The ever skeptic fox looked at his phone in anticipation, ready to hear the news that it was a 3-D render or a well-detailed prop. Yet something in the back of his mind made him start to think if his friend truly had made something incredible beyond the comprehension of the logic.
Pizza: "It's not a prop, Exo! You already know how hard I have been working on this. Did you not even watch the video on how I theorized that if you shrunk someone's atomic structure, they would shrink with no damage to their body!? This gun coats every atom and shrinks all of them unanimously, and it restructures the matter in turn! >:(" The fox blushed in embarrassment; as he read the message, he realized he didn't watch that video. It had slipped his mind.
Exo: "Yelp! Sorry friend, it is so hard to arfing believe without seeing it for myself." The fox felt terrible for doubting his friend, but it seemed like a farfetched concept that the gun could restructure matter. Yet something kept nagging at Exo that he gawked at the real deal in that photo and that he shouldn't doubt what his friend claimed.
Pizza: "Fine, how about you take a trip to my place. I will give you a live demonstration by shrinking something huge! I promise you won't be able to forget what you see." Exo read that text reminded him of the cookie as his ears perked. He thought about how fun it could be to hang out with the tiger. Even if the experiment didn't work, it would be nice to see his passionate friend talk about science.
Exo: "You better believe I will be there. How about I come around 5:00 P.M.? :)." The fox regained a sense of excitement and thought how maybe the cookie referred to hanging out with his friend as this surprise trip. It certainly hadn't been something that the fox initially planned.
Pizza: "Actually, I need a bit of prep time. Would 8:00 P.M. work for you? I need some time to work out some of the bugs, I have been having it fire off at random intervals, and I have only recently managed to make sure I fixed it! :3 " The fox laughed as he read that message and looked at the time. Then, he realized that it would be a few hours from now. Exo thought about it before the fox decided he would find a way to kill time.
Exo: "Hmmm, okay! Well, you better fix those bugs, mister science guy! I don't want my matter to shrink. I like being an average-sized fox! It really would suck to be small, I bet!" The fox felt a little nervous about the whole visit, but he felt like Pizza knew what he was doing, a capable enough cat to ensure a bug like that never happened around his friend.
Pizza: "Trust me, I will work as hard as possible to ensure that all the endangering bugs get fixed before you get here! :3" Exo felt a sense of relief as the tiger seemed to take it seriously enough that he wasn't going to endanger his friend recklessly.
Exo played a few games after he cleaned up the mess he made as the fox had gotten so distracted that he had utterly forgotten to clean up his table. After that, the hours pretty much passed by in the blink of an eye. Then, the fox headed out of his house, and he drove to his friend's place.
Luckily Pizza wasn't too far. The fox knocked on the tiger's door the cat tiredly opened it. "Heya Exo..." His bright, creamy yellow fur, brown spots, black and purple wings, long curly tail, and tired eyes had black circles under them. The feline's wings were new. Exo was almost ready to question the new look but was more concerned about the exhausted look on his friend. "Holy fox! It looks like you haven't slept a wink! Are you okay, Pizza!?" The fox's loud voice made the tiger wince as he moved out of the way to let his friend in, not seeming interested in being asked about his sleeping habits. Exo hesitantly entered with a concerned look still plastered on his face while the tiger closed the door behind him with a haphazard slam.
"I'm fine." The tiger wobbled back and forth, headed toward the kitchen as his tail flickered with a wilted demeanor. The fox followed along with that tired leader. He assumed that the cat was likely still eager to show off his invention. The fox saw the ray gun as it lay on the table. Some parts of the kitchen looked like a tornado had run through it. Rubble still laid around some areas as the tiger looked down at his gun with a dejected look, and the fox reached out a hand to console his friend before the tiger weakly knocked back his paw. "I am fine, I promise. It is just that I worked all day on this, and it is still buggy as hell. I feel like such a damn failure. I keep bashing my head against a brick wall, and I get nowhere. Sometimes it shrinks objects properly, sometimes not at all. Other times it makes things bigger. I just don't get it! I am not sure what I am doing wrong anymore!"
The tiger let out a frustrated sigh and pointed the ray gun at an apple, and it grew twice as large after he fired it! "See, that shit, this shit right here has been driving me up a damn wall!" The tiger solemnly shook his head. The fox was unsure of what to say, first astounded that it worked! Perhaps not how Pizza had envisioned, but he found it impressive as he had watched the apple grow in size. "What if you show it off as both a growth and shrink ray? I mean, that is pretty impressive that it foxing works at all! It would be best if you capitalized on that fact." The tiger slammed his hands on the table, and the gun fired off again, and the apple shrunk five times smaller than even the original size. "Not if I can't control when it works. You can't just show people a product and say, 'it just works!' You especially can't do that around scientists. You will get your sorry ass laughed out of a room with a lousy theory. No sane person would believe a jackass just talking out of their ass." That stressed breathing made Exo worried about Pizza as he watched those wings angrily flap back and forth. "Hey buddy, it's going to be okay! Science is all about trial and error, right? You gain nothing by being angry about it! How about we relax for the night and play some games?"
Pizza looked at Exo with a weak smile and nodded, headed to the living room after he placed that ray gun back down on the table. The fox followed behind as they sat down on the couch and proceeded to play various games throughout the rest of the night. The tiger grew comfortable and happier as he relaxed for the first time in a few weeks as his body slumped into the couch. "TheeeeaAAGuhhh guest room is on the right down that hallway. I will be ughhh heading to bed shortly after ya. Tomorrow I will show ya more of what it can do." The tiger's yawns were contagious as Exo yawned and nodded and headed off to the guest room as his tail flicked back and forth as he thought about what weird dreams he might have that involved that shrink ray.
Beautiful slumber allows both Exo and Pizza to get well rested for the day ahead of them. The fox stretched out from the guest bed and yawned as he rubbed his eyes. That hallway felt like a treacherous sprawl of carpet as he dragged those tired feet to the kitchen to find some breakfast to help him wake up. The fox's eyes shoot open in bemusement as he sees a strange sight at the table. Next to the ray gun was a bowl and spoon that he hadn't seen the day before. Too tired to think about it, he approached the table to see if anything was in that bowl only to find it empty the spoon lined from the tip of the bowl to the table like a ramp, and he chuckled at the thought of a tiny person scaling it.
That's when the sound resonated through his ears. The ray gun shot off, and a bug that the tiger had claimed to fix now hit Exo. He watched in terror as his body shrunk and fell forward to the table. That slender body had shrunken down to a tiny size as he landed on the table. Panicked breath raced through those lungs as thoughts ran wild through Exo's mind. He looked around to see the ray gun was significantly larger than him. There was no way he would risk getting even smaller by using that ray gun. Perhaps his tiger friend would notice him, and then he heard the large, heavy thuds of tired footsteps. It felt like an earthquake to the fox as his tiny body recoils and shivers from the anxious thought of getting squashed like a bug.
The sound got ever closer as Exo's ears flattened as he looked at that spoon and came up with an idea. As Pizza reached the table and let out a giant yawn, Exo scaled up that spoon and ran to its tip, using his feet to balance himself against it and the bowl's lid. "PIZZA HELP! I FOXING SHRUNK DOWN! YOU DIDN'T MANAGE TO FIX THE SELF-FIRING BUG!" His shouted words didn't even make the tiger's ears twitch. The cat grabbed some milk before the cereal, and the fox's eyes widened at the sight as he realized what was about to happen. "HEY, LISTEN TO ME! I AM NOT PART OF YOUR ARFING BALANCED BREAKFAST!" His voice quickly went hoarse from his size and the effort it took to get out those words of desperation. His fur felt wet. It was like a waterfall of dairy that matted his fur. As the milk poured him into the bowl, his body fell inside! A vast sea of smelly white liquid that the fox swam in desperately as he gasped and tried to rise to the surface as the milk continued to pour. The smell drenched into his fur as the deluge of white liquid submerged him into the suffocating depths before he rose to the surface and hung onto dear like he used a cereal flake as a floatation device. The fox realized that the cereal was now ready to be eaten! He looked around above him to see where the tiger would place that accursed spoon. Unfortunately, it was too late. The other flakes, along with the fox, were hoisted into the air by the spoon. Pizza's open jaws came into view before he could even process what was happening. "PIZZA I-" CHOMP, the jaws clamped tiredly over the spoon, and he was in the dark, and humid flesh swabs of spit surrounded him, and the smell of cereal filled his senses.
The jaws opened, and the fox watched the bright light illuminate the chewed-up remnants of the flakes. His body bounced up and down inside that mouth with each chewing movement. Exo whimpered and yelped with each violent thrash around the soft maw as his fur became drenched in both spit and milk. The fox could no longer tell up from down as his body swashed around so thoroughly within the jaws. Those dagger-like teeth made his heart pound as he felt weaker with each thrash before he felt his feet press against the entrance to the tiger's throat. Exo got one final look at the outside world as he watched another bite of cereal enter the tiger's maw before he slid down the throat coated in milk and mashed up flakes.
The depths of the abyss set in as the wet gulps rumbled through the flattened ears of the fox. He yelped as those desperate hands attempted to grip and grab at something, but he only fell further down into the black abyss at an intense speed.
He landed in the depths of Pizza's stomach. The soft bulbs of flesh broke the fall as he rubbed himself in pain. Pitch black darkness, the wet distant sound of dripping, and ambient groans and grumbles filled Exo's senses as the fox hopelessly clutched outwards to find any semblance of spacial awareness. But then, he found something peculiar, nearly unexplainable a pouch full of exploration gear flares, a flashlight, and a notebook. He pulled out the flashlight to read that notebook. Perhaps there was a guide on the way out of the fleshy hellscape. Exo flipped to the first page and read as he tried to ignore the gross and sloppy sensation of being covered in the gunk of mushed-up food.
The notebook read, 'If you are reading this then, I am sorry friend or stranger I accidentally swallowed, you will probably live for a day or two at best. After that, you will either suffocate, starve, or digest! Glamorous choices, I know, but don't worry, you are contributing to science! The proof you are reading this means that I successfully fixed the bug where the object's size wouldn't maintain for more than a few hours. The size maintenance also means that you will not be reverting to your original size. I left some flares for if you wanted to explore my stomach. They told me it is like a cave down there, heh, poor bastards. I also left a pen in the bag if you wish to document what you see down there. - Pizza'.
Exo let out a dejected sigh as he pilfered through that bag for rations, only to have found several flares and a goofy-looking tiger pen which he, in frustration, nearly snapped in half before he pushed the notebook and the pen back in the bag and pulled out a flare. "Well, I might as well explore, I guess." The mechanism for the flare was unlike anything the fox had ever seen. It was a metal container seeming to be holding a luminous bulb. Exo closed his eyes as he twisted the device and chucked it forward into the vast abyss. Illumination stretched and expanded an enormous surface area, engulfing the darkness in the warm glow of the flare. The fox descended through the misshapen terrain of flesh and gastric air.
He flashed the light up to where he dropped down and thought about climbing back up to the throat. Still, Exo shook his head as the fox thought about how impossible that would be in execution. He had no climbing gear, and the tiger seemed ecstatic in his notes that there was no survival. Determined, he faced back towards the walkable parts of the stomach to see something in the flashlight that made his face turn white in terror.
His eyes widened as he saw bones protruding into some of the goopy, almost rubbery, slippery surfaces. Mushier clumps of mashed-up food followed him every wet and slimy step amongst the cavernous hellscape. Exo was in complete and utter horrified astonishment at the sight of the soft flesh as it stretched far beyond the scope of what he understood a stomach to be like in his head. Foul, a word that entered the fox's mind at the stench of the stomach, only grew worse as he ventured deeper within the groaning depths of the gut. What made it worse was the thick layers of smells that intermingled and made the fox's face wince in anguish at the thought of what other things and people the tiger had so thoughtlessly consumed.
The stability of the fleshy architecture was beyond unnatural the fox felt on edge. Every time he stumbled across bones of likely other tiger victims, Exo grew to understand a darker side of his feline friend. The walls began to shift around the fox as the soft flesh moved around as more milk and cereal flooded the already grotesque pits and pockets of gunk and made it more repulsive as the fox was washed alongside the vast sea of white liquid as he clutched tightly to his bag! His hand held a flashlight tightly as the number of bones grew more frequent. It was like seeing an underground graveyard as the flashes of harsh stomach entered Exo's sights. Finally, the sloshing sea of milk ceased as he gasped and whimpered under the suffocating environment.
A thick layer of gastric miasma filled the ever stagnant and stale air as the fox further cascaded down the depths of the stomach as that squashing sound trudged deeper as the mulched mess got worse with each tread forward through the mushy mixture. The dreaded noise and the smog too thick to cough made Exo wearier as he slowly ran out of flares, yet the sprawl of fleshy and ever-shifting caverns felt like they stretched out endlessly. That macabre display of decay and death made the fox lose heart as he wondered if there was even an escape out of this pit and if it would be any more pleasant than the rest of the cavernous depths. That sunken realization that there was likely no end to the stomach other than a pit of acids made the fox think why his feet trod forward.
What was the point of heading toward a different kind of death? Was it genuinely honorable for Exo to allow himself to march toward an agonizing end knowingly? The questions entered his mind as, for a moment, he stood there and contemplated what made him so eager to explore this hellish pit. It became apparent to him after a few moments that there perhaps the acids might not be as active, and maybe he will find the strength to somehow swim through them and possibly discover an escape. Perhaps the lack of oxygen made that decision seem sounder than the other hopeless options, which meant he would have to give up and wait for death to come to him.
The stomach groans got louder as his weary body carried him before he slipped on a clump of mushed-up food and slid further down the cavernous abyss. The flashlight's batteries started to run out as well. The scenery grew disorienting as his body was carried by the mush and coated. From head to toe, Exo's body had an excess of the gross remains of what the tiger had eaten long before the cereal. The rotten stench that fumed into the fox's nostrils was no longer discernable from his odor and the cat's natural smell.
The fox wheezed as he no longer had the strength to fight against the current of slop that carried his body for miles. The ever suffocating fumes made the fox weaker by the moment as he flickered in and out of consciousness on the perpetual verge of letting his eyes close and never opening them. Finally, survival kicked in as the current of slop carried his weary figure. He hesitantly grabbed part of it and stuffed it in his jaws. The taste was indescribably horrendous, but he needed to see more of this monstrously incomprehensible hellhole of a gut.
The fox grew back enough strength to fish through the nearly empty bag he had held to through the treacherous journey. He found a spare battery pack for the flashlight and jammed the batteries inside. He thoroughly messed around with the bag enough that it fell out of his paws and the remaining flares and that taunting notebook. The fox huffed with wheezed fits of coughed effortful breaths. Finally, the light illuminated something horrifying and an end to his journey as the slew of slosh ceased. His eyes closed as the fox wasn't ready to face whatever new horrors Exo's flashlight would unveil behind the vast abyss. Finally, he forced his eyes to open; he had to face the consequences of whatever was ahead of him. Regret instantly set in as his eyes stung at the intense closeness to the acidic pit. He realized it rather quickly as his heart sunk.
Exo looked out to the vista of flesh to see a bioluminescent glow, the stomach acids the corrosive bubbling pit of the stomach. Or at least it was what the fox had perceived as the pit. Given the gut's odd geometry, this could be a deep sea of fluids eager to make the fox join the food. Exo looked back at the black abyss he had traversed through so tiredly and wondered if he should finally give in to the function of the belly, to become food as all that cereal had before him, that he too was nothing more than food at this point. Something about the sight brought a sickening sense of relief to Exo. Finally, he had reached the end of his journey without falling victim to a nearly insufficient air supply. Perhaps a sense of pride as he began to come to terms with his final destination as his eyes burned from the intense heat of the blistering gut.
The fox pondered his options as he stared at the cauldron of a pit and thought if he starved or choked to death if it would be any better. His heavy heaves of breath made him realize the time to make a decision diminished with the sluggish theft of the precious air he had managed to conserve through the gastric hellscape. He felt a rumbling roll through his feet as the flesh shifted, and his stance broke as he fell to the ground, felt the warmth, and sighed. An oxygen-deprived thought entered his mind as he edged himself closer toward the entrance of the fluids. A decision without his awareness came quickly to the disoriented fox as a hot splash of juice coated his right arm as he yelped! He watched the fur sap right off that arm of his as he looked up and realized that the pit was just the deeper depths of the stored acid pool.
The catacombs of bones and remains of others flashed through his mind as he felt the searing pain sink into his body like a grim reminder of where he was within the stomach. What wasn't helping was the boisterous cacophony of natural noise that blasted like an eager chorus singing about the inevitable tragedy that would befall the fox. The glorping groaning gut hissed at him as all sorts of thoughts of finality pumped through the darkest places of his mind.
The movements around within the stomach made the fox instinctively gaze upward at the sounds of splashing, sloshing, and slewing of visceral fluids. He saw where it was coming from the top of the twisted and turning gut as he saw the glowing fluid seeping down into the vast sea of macerating ooze. That burning sensation only grew more intense as he basked in the horrendous sight as he forced his eyes to say open. The blackness made him only think about death more as he closed his eyes.
The enzymic fluids spewed with wild abandon as Exo had a weak smile fill his face as he no longer had the strength to dodge the inevitable he laid down on the soft fleshy ground and awaited whatever fate would come to him. He watched as the walls contacted and squeezed him down into the pool below as the harsh acids submerged him in enzymes. The burning of his eyes didn't help either, as it made him wince and whimper.
His fur steeped in the mire of gastric contents, more of the food-filled around within the gut, mushy minced gunk stuck to his fur, but the stench and the intense sensation no longer bothered him as the last of his breath began to escape him as his fur fell into sapping ocean of fluids. Exo's life was snuffed out, extinguished like a once flickered flame against a slight breeze as the pool washed away the features that used to define his sleek and beautiful fur. Perhaps this was a more extraordinary fate than his other options for dying. He got to contribute a minuscule amount of padding to his friend. He would now be part of the tiger forever.
The fox no longer had to worry about those things as his life faded away along with his once glamorous and foxy figure. Bones, tiny little bones bubbled to the harsh surface of the bubbled hole as that stomach mulched and minced around the sloppy remains of the other food as it continued as if nothing had happened at all. It had been a few days since the tiger had seen his friend, and it made him worried. The fox had left without saying even a peep to Pizza. As far as the feline was concerned, his friend up and left in the morning, but something was so strange. The discovery of something even more abnormal had left the tiger even more baffled. He found the fox's phone left on the nightstand next to the guest bed, and his heart sank as he wondered what the hell had happened to the fox.
A ball of the fox's clothing and overnight bag Exo had left far too much behind to have ditched Pizza. The tiger then thought of something worse than being ditched. Someone had eaten the fox, and they lurked around his house! He had to get to the bottom of this and tirelessly checked around the room to search for an intruder that potentially crept within the fox's bedroom to find nothing in that exhaustive search within Exo's room, no evidence of someone who broke inside. The tiger refused not to have an answer to the thought of what happened to the fox as he spent the entire day as he searched for even a hint. Nothing, absolutely nothing, had turned up in every inch of the home. Not a trace of the fox or an intruder had turned up as the tiger began to theorize what else could have happened to his friend.
The tiger had become desperate the next day and had posted online about the disappearance of his friend, photos, flyers, everything, and anything that could help in the search for his friend. The tiger felt something come up from his stomach as he had searched a booming thrum through his throat, a plume of smog bubbling up through his gullet. A booming belch as if he had swallowed an entire soda in one go as it rattled tiny bones splattering out of his jaws. The tiger hadn't seen them as he stomped over them. He crushed them into dust without even having felt his feet pulverize the remains of Exo. Pizza would never discover what had happened to his foxy friend, a disappearance that was one of many in a world of predators and prey. The deep irony is that the culprit of his friend's assailant was right under the tiger's nose, but he would never suspect that he had accidentally eaten his friend.
Despite having written the notes of expecting he would have accidentally eaten one of his friends or a stranger, all the stress had made the tiger long forget about writing the notes for the belly spelunker. In the end, Pizza would move on with his life of experimenting while Exo is now a part of it for the rest of the tiger's days. No matter how small a contribution, the two had become inseparable friends. In the end, Exo got a surprise trip right to his tombstone in the form of the feline's strong stomach.