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Hiding within the dark contour of one of the borough's many empty alleyways, Myle was kneeling down with a small leather pouch between his thighs and a pile of silver coins to his right. Twenty-three, twenty-four...twenty-five...twenty six mots! The short, portly rat concluded, grinning to himself as he tossed the last of the shiny currency back into the pouch. His thoughts were already racing with ideas of what he could spend it on.

He had to admit, he was proud of his latest theft. The man he took the money from--a large, burly feline, nearly twice Myle's height--didn't even seem to notice as the rat's small clawed digits carefully snatched the pouch from his pocket. Myle had snagged it and quickly scurried away, now 26 mots richer than he was just a few short moments before. It was easy.

He stood up and tucked the pouch into his coat pocket. Guess I might as well head back out and see if I can snag any more loot. Casually whistling to himself, Myle strolled out towards the end of the alley.

He was just a few steps away from entering back into the light of day when a massive shadow suddenly loomed over him, cleaving the sun from his view.

Startled, Myle scurried backwards, keeping his eyes locked on the hefty tiger towering above him. His beefy, striped forearms were folded across his chest as he glared down at the relatively diminutive rat. He had a broad build with a particularly chubby belly--the bottom of it was poking out from under his tank-top--but he also had plenty of muscle on his bones.

As intimidating as the tiger's form was, it was when Myle looked to his head that he could really feel himself go limp with fear. He hadn't actually gotten a clear look at the tiger's face during their previous “encounter", if you could even call it that. Each of his eyes was a different color--the left one blue, the right one green. He had a fluffy mop of purple hair on his head, with sideburns that ran down to the purple beard on his chin, making a full circuit around the round contour of his face.

In a different set of circumstances, Myle imagined the tiger's appearance would actually be quite friendly and welcoming. He had a sort of big, huggable nice-guy look to him--or at least he would've, if it wasn't for the furrowed, menacing scowl on his muzzle. He looked angry enough to wrap a paw around Myle's neck and snap it with a single clench--and by the look of it, the tiger certainly had the physical strength to do just that.

“C-can I help you, S-sir?" Myle asked shyly, stuttering through his words. He could feel his legs shaking underneath him.

“Yeah, buddy," the tiger replied in a stiff baritone, taking a few booming steps towards him. “I believe you have something that belongs to me."

“Umm...I, I do?" Myle asked, continuing to take cautious steps backwards until he felt himself collide with the cold brick wall at the end of the alley. “I...I, umm…"

The tiger rolled his eyes and sighed, an apathetic expression on his face.“Don't play stupid with me. I know you have my money. I saw you take it."

“You...you did?" Myle asked, dumbfounded. “But...you didn't react at all."

“I didn't wanna make a scene," the tiger replied simply. His eyes scanned the ground lazily as he spoke. “Figured I'd just deal with you in quiet."

“You can have the money back!" Myle blurt out fearfully. He pulled the pouch out of his pocket and held it out in his palms for the tiger to see. “Please, just take it...I don't want any trouble."

“If you didn't want any trouble, you wouldn't have stolen my wallet," the tiger said. He took a few more small steps forward, until he was face-to-face with the trembling rat, glaring down at him with an angry, vengeful grimace. “But now you've pissed me off. I think I oughta teach a little thief like you a lesson."

Myle gulped nervously. “A...a l-lesson?" he asked quietly.

There was a long, painful moment of silence between them. The tiger simply stood there and continued to glare. Myle's thoughts were racing. Dammit, dammit, dammit! What've you gotten yourself into this time, Myle? Shit...he's gonna beat me senseless...or worse, maybe he'll just kill me. What do I do, what do I do…I'm cornered! Sweat was dripping down his face. He almost felt too weak to stand.

The sound that finally broke the silence was the tiger's stomach emitting a deep rumbling sound. Both Myle and the predatory feline gazed down at the tiger's big stomach. Then the tiger looked back to Myle, meeting his fearful expression, and he grinned.

“No...you w-wouldn't…" Myle whispered, his eyes growing wide. Would he?

The tiger licked his chops hungrily and grabbed Myle's wrists, fiercely yanking him over until his lesser form was pressed against the tiger's belly. Myle dropped the pouch and yelped out in fear, but the noise was cut off by the tiger clamping his muzzle shut with his paw.

“The name's Arki, by the way. It was nice knowing you." Myle kicked and squirmed in Arki's grasp, desperately trying to escape, but to no avail. The tiger opened his maw wide, revealing a sharp set of fangs and a deep, dark tunnel leading to the abyss of Arki's throat. It was the last thing Myle saw.

Everything happened far too quickly; Myle could barely analyze what was happening to him. He could feel himself being hoisted up. Arki's paws latched onto Myle's midsection with a tight grip as he shoved the rat down, his head being forced to the back of his throat. With a few powerful gulps, Myle could feel himself started to travel down the tiger's tight, moist gullet. He tried to keep struggling, blindly kicking his feet, but his arms--soon joining him inside the tiger's esophagus--were packed so close to his body that he could manage little more that a wriggling squirm.

He could feel Arki's tongue wrapping around his body, slathering him in saliva as more of him entered his maw, tasting over every inch of him in a distinctly perverse manner. The gullet rippled around him as a continuous barrage of powerful gulps dragged the rat's body further down.

It wasn't long before Myle's feet were resting on the tongue of the voracious feline. With one final swallow, the rest of Myle was sealed away inside Arki, allowing him to clamp his mouth shut. Slowly, Myle drifted down the rest of Arki's gullet, aided by a few additional gulps, until he could feel himself topple down into a chamber only slightly more spacious than the tunnel behind him. With few other options available, the rat curled up into a fetal position within Arki's stomach. A few moments later, he could hear a loud belching noise resonate around him.

“Mmm...plump rodents like you are always so delicious," Arki said, giving his belly a few firm pats. “I hope you learned your lesson, buddy. Not that it matters much anymore." The tiger let out a hearty laugh at his own comment.

Myle could hear him, but he didn't answer. His surroundings were so hot and muggy, it was hard to think. He could feel himself starting to grow drowsy.

The rat only heard one more thing before he drifted asleep.

“That's a thief's fate, I guess," Arki muttered to himself. “Serves him right..."