I've Always Wanted to See the Galaxy
Come one, come all, and read about my fucked up zoo!
I've Always Wanted to See the Galaxy
by: RabidChipmunk
CW: M/M, feral/human, unwilling fatal vore, cruelty, humiliation, and digestion.
"Happy New Year!"
Glasses clinked, confetti flittered through the air, and the smell of champagne bled out into the packed crowd. The small, one bedroom apartment was filled to its bursting point. Alan had just moved in a few months ago and had been doing a pretty fair job keeping the place clean, but after tonight he was pretty sure the security deposit would be dead and buried. Still, he was happy. Nearly everyone he knew was in town this week and the party had been a huge success so far. The food and alcohol had held out and everyone had stuck around for the big countdown instead of wandering off to any of the numerous other parties being simultaneously thrown. He was also pretty drunk.
"Fuck the security deposit," Alan chuckled to himself, probably a little louder than he meant to, and guzzled the generous pour of champagne that had somehow ended up in his hand. After a night of heavy drinking, the bubbly liquid barely registered to his dulled tongue as alcohol, and he downed it like water.
He was about to go off in search of the pretzel bowl when he noticed something odd. It seemed to him that everything was just a bit too bright. He rubbed his eyes and turned towards his window. If he didn't know any better, if the whole room hadn't just exploded at the clock turning over to midnight, he would've guessed it was mid-day. The rest of the partiers had begun to look as well.
"Holy shit," someone drunkenly guffawed, "This year's going by pretty fast!"
The room filled with tinier lights as nearly every guest in the room brought out their phones, some had lost theirs in the previous few hours of drunken stumbling, and thumbed around trying to figure out what time it actually was, or what sort of interstellar phenomenon could possibly be occurring.
A tinny whine started in the back of Alan's left ear. It reminded him of that feint buzzing he'd sometimes hear when everything else was silent. He moved his jaw around and yawned in a failed attempt to pop his ear. Slowly the whine grew louder, though still present only in his left side. He looked around the room and saw a few other guests rubbing the sides of their heads. The noise grew more intense. It was starting to get to the point where he could no longer make out the sounds of the room he was in. He could still hear it all through his right side, but all his focus was directed towards the throbbing of his left ear. Alan felt a growing pressure there now as well; it was bad. He felt like the left side of his face was on fire. He was burning alive in a fit of static. He punched the side of his head. The pressure mounted. He hit himself again but it wasn't enough to burst the growing sac of static-y pus he could feel collecting inside of him. Without really thinking, he smashed his head against the wall. Once, twice, three times. He felt the plaster give way.
There goes that security deposit for sure.
Screams.
He fell to the ground and his vision began to fade.
The static crept into his left eye and as it was taken over he stole one last glance outside. Through the panicked forms of the now-fleeing guests he saw the hulking silhouette of what looked like a floating city. Domed buildings larger than any he had ever seen and thousands of beams of light aimed at the earth's surface. One of those beams was pointed directly at his tiny apartment.
He let out one last drunken groan and the static consumed him.
The first thing Alan noticed as he started to wake up was that he was incredibly thirsty; he hadn't had much to drink the night before other than beer and champagne. He forced open his eyes and wiped away the layer of crusty gunk that had formed. He found himself stripped completely naked, lying face first in the soft dirt floor of a forest.
"What the fuck happened last night," he whispered, slowly forcing himself to sit upright. Alan glanced around slowly for his clothes, but didn't see any. As he surveyed his new environment, he felt a growing sense of unease. Not that it wasn't already unnerving for him to wake up in the middle of the woods, but there was something about this place that felt very off.
This forest was filled with recognizable plants, but he'd never seen them coexist like this before. His forest had some standard pines and oaks, but looking around more he saw also palms, bamboo stalks, and a patch of lime trees. To his immediate right was a large redwood and just to his left grew a massive willow. The more he looked around, the more obvious it became that this couldn't be a natural forest. This had to be someone's garden.
Alan shakily stood up, head still throbbing, and began to walk. He wasn't exactly sure what he'd say to the property owner when he found them, but not having a cell phone left him without many options. The foliage was thick in every direction, which made the clearing he woke up in pretty weird in retrospect, but he needed to get out of there. The patch of lime trees looked the least dense and so he walked over to them and started to push through. The branches were prickly but it wasn't too bad and he forced himself forward. The trees were denser than he first thought, but by crouching down low he could fit under most of the growth.
After about a minute of crouched travel, he pushed out into another clearing. Proud of himself, Alan looked around. His heart sank. This was the exact same clearing he had come from. There was the redwood, the fern, the patch of lime trees…and there in the center was the imprint his body had left as he slept. Before he could freak out too much, a harsh mechanical groan sounded from above.
Alan looked up and saw the sky rip open. He realized that he was not in a forest at all; he was in a cage. As the metal gates that were his sky only seconds before folded in on themselves, the holographic images they displayed flicked off, revealing the true nature of his surroundings. Above him was a new, metal sky, a flat plane of steel beams and exposed lighting, and circling his now open-air enclosure was a long, equally metallic platform, separated from his pit by a railing.
Alan, still in disbelief, craned his neck to try and see beyond the platform. He took a few steps back to try and get a better view and his perspective shifted wildly. He felt a little sick but chalked it up to his hangover. From his new position he could see that there were flat paneled screens placed perpendicular to his pit at regular intervals. He focused his attention on one of these screens. The text displayed was unlike any he had ever seen and he couldn't make heads or tails of it. The images, however, painted a clear picture. The screen, he realized, was playing an educational film about the space he was in. He saw bizarre creatures displayed in even more bizarre enclosures. The camera cut between them one after another until it finally came to rest on what looked like a sort of deep green deer. He had never seen anything like it; this creature had feathers instead of fur and two sets of cloven hooves on each leg. Before he could get a better look at it, the camera started to pull back. It pulled back farther and farther until you could see the bounds of this animal's enclosure. It kept going and others came into view as well. It pulled back farther and farther until all that was visible was a sea of what must have been thousands of spherical cages, all connected by a series of pathing and the odd building. The camera held here for a moment and new string of alien words materialized on screen and held there. Alan couldn't read them, but his mind flashed back to the night before and his situation became disturbingly obvious to him. This was an introduction video for an intergalactic zoo, and he was one of the newest exhibits.
Before Alan could really process this discovery, he was startled by some shuffling noises coming from behind him. He wheeled around and noticed that the viewing deck on his rear side had begun filling up. Strange forms had begun to cluster and were directing their attention directly at him. He instinctively covered his dick with his hands and turned beet red. A light chittering broke out among the creatures staring down at him and a smaller one began to jump up and down almost excitedly as it pointed in his direction. Alan took in this sight for just long enough to grasp the creatures' basic forms before sprinting off into the trees.
As he ran, he went over the image in his head. The creatures staring down at him were vaguely humanoid in appearance, but with a few startling differences. They were bright blue, for one, and they each had four arm-like appendages instead of the two Alan was used to seeing. They stood upright on two legs, unguligrade, similar to the hind legs of a goat though without a tail. He had only gotten a quick look, but their human-like heads seemingly had no openings at all, which was confusing seeing as they definitely could make sounds. They had one large, central black eye, and the rest of their body was covered by a waxy-looking layer of skin.
Alan's musings were cut short as he tumbled back into the clearing once again, much to the amusement of the spectating aliens above him. He flashed back to his earlier lime adventure. How could this be possible? He was sure he had been running in a straight line in both instances. His attention was caught once again by the informational screen above him that had been playing the zoo's introduction just moments before. Shown was what looked like a 3D render of a typical enclosure. The perspective was top down and Alan could make out that there was a circular viewing deck encircling the round enclosure. But then the perspective began to shift, and suddenly it all made sense. As the camera rotated around the mock-up enclosure, it became clear that it wasn't a circle at all but a sphere; a tiny planet. Ending back up where he started, the weird shifting perspective if he moved while looking up at the observation platform, it all suddenly clicked into place. Of course, this also meant that the entire underside of his private planet was away from prying eyes, and with that sudden insight, Alan darted off into the brush once more, this time stopping as soon as he could no longer see the open dome. He sat down, emptied the contents of his stomach onto a nearby fern, and began to sob.
Alan sat in the cover of the bush for what he assumed to be most of the day. He could hear the chittering and shuffling of his captors as they milled around his observation deck, and he maintained some satisfaction at the fact that they would not be getting their money's worth from his exhibit.
His stomach growled. He didn't know how long it had been since he last ate.
This exhibit had lime trees, but he really didn't think he could sustain himself on those. The aliens holding him here must have thought of some other way of feeding him. He decided to crawl towards the clearing and see if they had left any food. They couldn't expect him to go this long without eating, and he hadn't had a drop to drink all day.
He realized it didn't matter which direction he crawled, so he just picked one and moved forward. Before long he was looking at the familiar clearing once again. Excited chitters stirred up from all the alien observers, but he ignored those and focused on what had been left for him in the center of his spherical prison. In the center of the clearing were two bowls, not dissimilar from dog food bowls, chained to a stone slab. One was filled with water and the other with a greenish sludge. He slowly made his way over to them. There was no way he would be able to pick them up and move them to a more private area since they were chained to that giant slab, and the mush and liquid did not lend itself to transport. They expected and wanted him to eat it all out in the open, where he'd be an attraction. Everyone loved to see zoo animals eat. Disgusted, he slunk back into the foliage. He would rather starve than be observed eating like a dog as onlookers pointed and took pictures. He curled up once more and rocked himself to sleep away from prying eyes.
He woke up sometime later in complete darkness and a pool of sweat. The temperature had risen rapidly, it felt like it must be over 100 degrees, and he was thirstier than he thought possible. He could no longer hear the curious chitters that haunted him the day before, and judging from the darkness, he guessed the zoo must have closed for the night. Slowly, he made his way towards the clearing. He needed that water.
To his horror, the food and water was nowhere to be seen. Bastards! They knew what he was trying to do and they weren't having any of it. They probably turned the temperature up like this to make him even thirstier, and they weren't going to let him have any relief unless it was done publicly. They were punishing him, training him to put his life on parade. He slammed his fist into the ground.
"FUCK YOU!" Alan screamed. "FUCKING LET ME OUT OF HERE!"
No one responded. For all he knew the dome was soundproof when closed. He certainly didn't hear the sounds of any other animals. In fact it was dead silent in his tiny dome. The acoustics didn't even allow for an echo. Every noise he made was absorbed and seemed to travel no farther than his own ears. Alan retreated once more back into the brush and tried desperately to fall asleep.
He was woken up by the unfortunately familiar sound of his holographic dome folding away and opening up to the world. He was once again wracked with an incredible thirst and decided that he couldn't hold out any longer. Just one quick drink, spectacle be damned.
To his delight, the bowls were waiting for him in the clearing. He saw that a few of the blue creatures had already gathered on his viewing platform and were watching the bowl expectantly, but he didn't care, he had to have that drink of water.
The bowl was just awkward enough that there was no easy way to pick it up and drink from it. Alan plunged his face into the cool liquid and took deep gulps. He heard the familiar excited chittering as he drank, but at this point he would've kept drinking even if someone was pissing into it beside him. He had never known water to taste this good and he couldn't get enough. He drained the bowl and sat back. The green mush caught his eye and he realized just how hungry he was. The thirst had been overpowering last night, but he hadn't eaten in over a day now, and after drinking so much his hunger reared up again. He took a handful of the green mush and smelled it. He wasn't sure what it was, but if he had to guess, it was some puréed mixture of various Earth greens. Not too appetizing normally, Alan wasn't a huge vegetable guy, but he had a sneaking suspicion that this mush was all he'd be getting for the foreseeable future, so he figured he'd better get used to it.
He took a tentative bite and swallowed. Definitely not terrible. He took in handful after handful, once again ignoring the chitters surrounding him, and forcing himself to look away from the creatures he was sure were pointing and taking videos. He tried not to think of it. He ran his fingers over the bottom of the bowl and scraped off the remaining greens. He felt better than he had in a long time. Really good, in fact. Really, really good.
It was then that Alan realized he had lost control of his limbs. He was fully conscious as he felt the ground rise to meet him. He could still blink and look around, and all his senses were active, but he had gone completely limp, as if his muscles had just been plucked away. The food! They had drugged the food!
Alan's mind raced. What could they possibly do to him? He was on display; a prime attracting! A zookeeper would never abuse an animal he was supposed to be caring for, right? He didn't have to think about it for too long, however, as he soon heard gentle footsteps approaching from his left. He didn't have a great view, and he didn't have the luxury of repositioning his head, but the goat-legged aliens positioned themselves in front of him, and he was able to distinguish four individual forms. One was clearly in charge, probably a zookeeper of sorts, and was busy explaining something or other. As the keeper chittered away, it alternated facing the three other aliens it had brought inside and the gawking audience standing on the observation platform. Alan could only guess what it was saying, probably something about his eating habits, or maybe explaining how they had collected him from his New York apartment only a few days earlier.
The keeper crouched down beside him, lifted up his head with two of its hands and, much to Alan's dismay, used its remaining two to open Alan's mouth. The creature's waxy blue fingers rooted around and pulled out his tongue, running its digits over it to slick them up with his saliva and rolling them together in presentation to the excited audience. As the aliens didn't seem to have any mouths themselves, and Alan surmised the keeper was explaining how his worked. The keeper's nimble fingers pulled back the boy's lips to expose his teeth. He rotated Alan's head slowly in order to give the best view possible to the entire audience. As his head was rotated, he caught a glimpse of the educational screens. They were showing a close-up view of the whole thing. Alan wasn't surprised to learn that his cage had cameras in it, but still, it was extremely uncomfortable and embarrassing to know this was being broadcast to all who cared to see.
The zookeeper set Alan's head down and flipped him over onto his back. One by one he picked up each of Alan's limbs and ran his hands along them, pinching him occasionally and stopping at each joint to chitter away knowingly. Alan's line of sight was pointed directly at the other three creatures the keeper had brought along for a closer look and he could see them nodding along with the explanations and chittering softly, almost excitedly, to each other on occasion.
After all his limbs had been shown, the keeper did what Alan had been dreading. He gingerly grabbed his dick and stretched it out, once again running his hands along it and chittering to the audience. Maybe it was just his imagination, but Alan couldn't help but feel like the other aliens thought this was funny, as they half covered their eyes and their chittering came out in a higher pitch. He turned beet red and let out an involuntary shiver. To Alan's horror, the zookeeper was not content to stop its explanation there. The blue creature slowly began to pump and squeeze his flaccid dick. He couldn't do anything but flash his eyes around wildly as his member slowly stood erect. He hoped desperately that the keeper would stop there, but he did not. The zookeeper took full advantage of its four arms. As one continued to pump away, another moved to cup his balls, a third hand pushed its way inside of him, and the fourth produced a small vial. The alien's finger probed deeper until it found its sweet spot. It began to milk his prostate.
Alan wanted to die. The shame of being displayed like a curiosity mixed with this intense but completely involuntary arousal was almost unbearable. Alan wasn't sure whether to hold off or give in and get it over with, but after about a minute his choice was made for him. A familiar wave of pleasure overtook him and he let out an embarrassed burst of cum. The keeper was standing by with his vial and carefully guided every last drop inside. He milked Alan's dick for another few seconds just to be sure he had got it all, and then capped the vial and put it off to the side in a pouch he had brought and left on the ground nearby.
Alan felt his body give off a shudder. He was drained, both literally and figuratively, but the keeper wasn't done with him. He felt himself being turned back over onto his stomach, and watched as the other three creatures stepped gingerly closer. As the keeper gestured them closer and chittered encouragingly; Alan realized why the rest were there. He was a photo op. The group walked up and knelt down beside him. They began to run their fingers over his body and explore every inch of it. The smooth digits trailed along his arms and back. They poked his feet and curiously squished their hands into his ass and thigh fat. They cupped his face and traced his nose and ran their hands through his hair like children petting a dog.
After a few minutes of this, one knelt down and straddled his upper back. Alan could do nothing as he felt the warm, waxy body come in contact with his own. It was fairly heavy, and as more of its weight settled, Alan had some of the air forced out of his lungs and let out an involuntary groan. This was apparently exciting because it caused the creatures to let out a series of high pitched chitters and the one on his back wiggled around.
The zookeeper stood in front of him with what could only be a camera in his hands and snapped away. Each creature took turns taking solo pictures with him. One of them laid down its whole body on top of him like he was a rug, resting what Alan assumed was its head on top of his own. The third creature sat on his back and pretended to drive Alan like a boat, grabbing his arms and raising them up so his chest left the ground slightly. For the final snapshot, all three got on top of him at once. The first straddled his upper back, the second laid perpendicular across his lower back, and with the zookeeper's help, the final one sat directly on top of Alan's head, squeezing his face between its thighs and making his cheeks bulge forward. As the zookeeper flashed pictures, the one on his head continued to chitter and squeeze his face with various degrees of pressure in what Alan could only assume was an attempt to provide him with the funniest facial contortion.
The aliens smelled sort of vinegary, not a bad smell but extremely pungent, and although Alan was thankful they had no visible sexual organs, it was still extremely uncomfortable and compromising to have their crotches in direct contact with his skin, one practically in his face no less.
Finally, after what seemed like far too long, they climbed off of him and backed away. Their smell lingered, their vinegary scent rubbed off on his skin, but at least they were no longer on his back. He heard their steps fade away along with their still rapid chittering and was left wondering when he'd regain control over his body.
After a few more motionless minutes, Alan heard another set of approaching footsteps, though this one sounded different than before. Instead of the hooved shuffling produced when the aliens moved around, Alan heard the distinct sounds of soft padded toes. The tips of his fingers had begun to tingle, and he was able to wiggle them slightly, but the rest of his muscles were still relaxed and he was unable to turn around to get a better look. He heard the creature stop beside him, just out of his line of sight. He could feel the warmth it gave off and it felt large, though he couldn't confirm this. Excited chittering once more began to bubble up from the onlookers above him. It sounded like there was quite a crowd.
Whatever it was that was beside him, it had taken quite an interest. He felt its cold nose snuffle around on his lower back and he shuddered as the creature laid a tentative lick across his skin. Its warm, rough tongue slicked effortlessly across his back, and Alan felt it pause at the end of the slurp for a few seconds before it lifted its tongue away and started over again. The tongue felt massive. He couldn't say for sure, but unless this thing's tongue was exponentially larger than the rest of it, it must've been the size of a large horse at least.
As it continued to coat him in its sticky saliva, it got continuously bolder. The first few licks had been relatively probing, but they now came more forcefully. Alan felt the creature's breath heave across his wetted back as it began to open its mouth wider and drag more of its muscly tongue across him. Occasionally it would nibble him a bit as it went, and Alan dreaded that those sharp pricks would give rise to sharper bites, but although they got close, no skin was ever broken. Alan had held out hope at first that this thing was just here to play with him and provide company, but this did not feel like that. It was very clearly tasting him. This thing was going to eat him alive.
As this was going on, Alan felt the tingling sensation slowly rise up his arms and legs. He was slowly, very slowly, regaining control of himself. He wasn't sure what he could do in the presence of this beast, but he had a plan. If he could hold out and play dead until he had back complete control of his limbs, maybe he could surprise the creature assaulting him. Escape was obviously out of the question, but if this thing had eyes, he could poke them, and if it had balls he could kick them. He would find a way.
Whatever it was that was assaulting him, it was moving towards his face, which made Alan even more nervous than before. The creature stood over him protectively, he could feel its body heat, and placed one of its massive paws on top of his head, forcing his head to turn sideways. The paw was musky, and the smell rubbed off on him, overpowering the vinegary scent that the previous aliens had previously left behind. The foot was large and pushed against him with quite a bit of pressure, but he was now able to glimpse the beast's lower half and was surprised to see that it looked familiar.
It looked like this thing had the body of a wolf or a dog, though it obviously couldn't be either given how big it was. Alan hadn't heard of any canine on Earth that was as large as this thing was, it was quite literally the size of a large horse. He couldn't see its top half, but he felt pretty sure it would fall in line with the rest of things.
As the dog-like creature assaulted his neck with its mouth, Alan's mind raced. It was extremely hard to think with teeth the size of human fingers poking around where they were, but he forced himself to focus. This was a zoo, and he was a new attraction. No zoo he had ever heard of would feed one of their display animals to another! This had to be a mistake, or maybe they aliens assumed they would get along. With all these onlookers, they'd definitely be notified of the problem and come help before it's too late!
As he was thinking this, the half-identified beast lifted its paw from the side of his face and stuck its mouth there instead. Alan was treated to the fetid smell of its breath; sickly sweet and almost dripping with moisture. He could only watch in abject terror as the thick, pulsating tongue assaulted him. It probed and coated everything with indiscriminate greed. It attempted to scrape every last square molecule of flavor from his skin. The sticky drool quickly came to coat his entire face and began to pool on the ground. As much saliva as had been transferred to Alan, this thing was producing buckets and still going strong.
Now that it was at his head, Alan was more aware than ever of the forceful and bestial nature of the creature's licks. It hadn't given a second thought to his dignity or feelings. Whatever this was, it was not a creature with man-like intelligence. It was savage and strong, and it thought of him only as a meal. The wolf-like creature continued to suckle excitedly at his face. Its breathing was quick and sloppy and it kept having to take pause in order to suck down extra drool, which was the only chance Alan had to grab oxygen for himself.
The creature halted its advance and sat down in front of him. Alan gagged a bit and took deep breathes, now that his breathing was unrestricted by that thing's drooling maw. He had begun to regain control over his head by this time and risked tilting it slightly to get a better look at his would-be predator. It licked its lips and panted a bit. To his surprise, there was nothing about this creature that looked any different than an Earth wolf. If it wasn't the size of a horse, it would have been indistinguishable. Alan was more confused than ever. None of this made any sense.
Before he could ponder it too long, the wolf stood up and walked around behind him. As it left, he was treated to a view of the observation platform. It was packed, much more filled than it had been when he went out to eat this morning; the creatures were standing shoulder to shoulder, and many stood pointing devices at him similar to the one the keeper had been using earlier. Alan felt it was safe to assume they were taking pictures and videos.
Through the throngs of the alien crowd, and the wolf saliva still dripping down over his eyes, he could just make out one of the informational screens. It was showing a live-stream of his current predicament. The camera was far enough back that it was getting a clear view of the entire exhibit. He and the wolf were fairly small in the frame at the moment, and so it was the front of the exhibit that caught his eye. There was an educational placard out front for all the visiting aliens to read, just like Earth zoos, and although Alan couldn't make out any of the words, what he saw made his blood run cold. The placard was filled with pictures and detailed drawings of wolves. This was not a habitat for him, this was a habitat for the wolf standing greedily nearby. There was no help coming. It was feeding time and he was the food.
This still didn't make sense though, how the hell did this thing get so big! Almost as in answer, the screen cut away from his predicament and flicked to another informational video. A slideshow began to play out. It showed images of the wolf consuming a wide variety of creatures, mostly alien, and each consecutive meal was followed by an expanding chart showing how much more this had caused the wolf to grow. This was some sort of fucked up food chain experiment. They had been feeding this thing a bizarre diet of alien meat for years in order to try and find the right species to stimulate growth and appetite, and now they'd turned Earth's food chain on its head. He was essentially this wolf's natural prey.
Just when it felt like things couldn't get any worse, Alan heard a loud whump behind him as the wolf lay down and felt it start to nibble his toes. The screen he was watching sensed that foreplay was over and cut to a close-up view of the action.
The wolf's powerful breath washed over his feet. He had slight control over his legs by then, but the wolf's teeth clamped shut on top of them and held them still as its tongue coaxed them towards the back of its pleading throat. It was clearly ready for him, but it meant to savor the experience. Alan groaned as he heard the wolf's excited breathing and felt it draw the flavor from him. The tongue grew firm and layered around his feet as it pushed them to the roof of its mouth, and the beast sucked so hard it dragged him slightly forward, Alan's shins scraping against the wolf's teeth as they were drawn in.
He hadn't regained complete muscle control, but he knew that it would be too late if he waited any longer. Alan started to squirm. His spasms were fairly intense, but even if he had been at full strength it wouldn't have mattered. The beast smashed down a single hulking paw on top of Alan's back and he felt the wind fly from his chest. He was completely pinned.
The wolf continued to savor his meal, but it was working in a few swallows now as well. Alan felt the ends of his feet get pushed over the back of the throbbing tongue and end up enveloped in warm, slimy, pulsating flesh. It was tight, tight enough that Alan seriously wondered how the rest of him could fit down there. There was a brief spark of hope that he'd be too big for the wolf, but that was quickly quelled by the realization that if it didn't swallow him whole, it would just rip him to shreds like some of the other prey creatures in the slideshow. Alan found himself hoping that he'd fit.
Alan's thighs were just getting to the wolf's black lips. His lower stomach was now lifted slightly off the ground as it made its way towards the creature's ravenous jaws, and thick beads of saliva had started to drip down the man's body. The wolf was slowing down a bit now as it tried to work its mouth around his hips. Alan felt this was his last chance. He had almost complete control over his arms by this point and he figured he could just barely reach the wolf's eyes.
He waited for one more swallow and then screamed and flung his arms out behind him with all his strength. To his dismay, they bounced limply off the creature's nose; he was still more drugged than he'd thought. Although it had accomplished nothing, this sudden struggle caught the wolf's attention, and it was not amused at the thought of its meal trying to escape. The wolf gave Alan its deepest swallow yet, drawing his entire ass into its mouth. It pressed its teeth tightly into Alan's skin and let loose the deepest growl he had ever heard. It was probably much worse being that he was halfway inside the creature, but he could feel that growl rattle throughout his entire body. He felt himself go entirely and involuntarily limp. The wolf's growl had put everything into chilling perspective. A little over half of him was inside this animal and there was not a thing he could do about it, even if he had been at full strength. This wolf owned Alan now; Alan was his food and his property. There was not an ounce of hope left.
The meal was going down slow and a few onlookers had started to lose interest, having conversations with their neighbors or playing around with their camera-like devices taking pictures of each other, but the wolf's display of dominance had excited the crowd, and they chittered away with renewed vigor and re-directed their focus towards the savage demonstration of the circle of life playing out before them.
Now that Alan's hips were entirely inside the wolf's jaws and the rest of him had gone as limp as a dead fish, the swallowing came quicker. His forearms and the top of Alan's head were the only parts of him still touching the ground. The rest was firmly en route to its final destination. The wolf was no longer playing with him as much as it had been early on. Its breathing was faster and more excited and it was salivating in even larger quantities than before. Having half his body encased in pulsating, mucus-coated flesh was not comfortable for Alan. The heat of the wolf's body was beginning to get overbearing, and the physical pressure the esophagus was exerting was immense. He felt like it was trying to get him to pop.
Another swallow and Alan felt a new sensation. The pressure on his feet had lifted. He realized they must have entered the wolf's belly in earnest. For a few seconds his toes felt no sensation except the heat of the animal's body and the slimy coating of mucus and wolf drool they were encased in. Another half-swallow and that came to an end, however. Although it can and would expand to accommodate him, the wolf's stomach was not large and that extra few inches was enough for Alan's toes to touch liquid, a thicker than expected mixture of saliva, stomach acid, mucus and whatever snack the wolf had apparently had not too long before. Another half-swallow and Alan's toes pressed firmly against the stomach walls.
The tips of the wolf's jaws were nearly at the back of his neck by this point, and Alan's arms were starting to be pushed forwards. He could smell every breath the wolf took, and only his hands now rested on the forest floor, his last link to the outside world however artificial it might be. Even though it hadn't yet entered the slimy grips of the hungry animal's body, what remained outside of the wolf was already covered in drool. The saliva had been dripping down and coating him for some time now, and although he tried wiping it away at first, his arms and hands were now coated as well, and there was no relief he could provide himself as the thick drool continued to dribble down, preparing him for the incredible journey soon to come.
As Alan felt his face slide into the massive wolf's humid maw, he was forced to look straight at the informational screen he'd become so familiar with. At this point the camera was zoomed in so close that the frame was filled almost entirely with the wolf's head. Of course, this meant that it was also filled almost entirely with Alan's head. Alan wanted to laugh, it was so surreal. As he watched and felt the wolf's tongue explore his face and play with him, he couldn't help but think it almost looked like he was wearing a costume; a funny little wolf suit. The aliens clearly thought this was funny too, as they were practically vibrating with excitement. The grand finale was finally about to begin.
The massive tongue curled around Alan's face and pushed it into the wolf's cheek. It had him now beyond a shadow of a doubt and it was going to enjoy him. Alan's arm was slightly in the way, but the wolf's back molars still managed to find purchase, and it gnawed and suckled on him a bit. The thick teeth were sharp but completely within the wolf's control. It drew out his flavor with its teeth and scraped it off with its tongue. Now that his face was near the back of the wolf's throat, the tongue was able to cover it entirely. It squelched against Alan's face relentlessly, leaving him gasping for air and feeling inhuman.
Even if he was regurgitated now, Alan thought to himself, he'd never feel like a person again. He was entirely coated in the wolf's bodily fluids, in his scent, and the man had been so utterly dominated by this creature he had until now considered a lesser being. It wasn't human to feel this way. He belonged entirely to this wolf; no one could argue that.
Every single breath the wolf took overpowered Alan's senses. He could feel the wolf's body pulse as the air rushed in and out. He realized that he had forgotten what fresh air smelled like, and that he'd never know its smell again. As the wolf knocked back its head, Alan saw himself one last time, displayed on that informational screen. He barely recognized himself, the wolf's drool coated on so thick and the lower half of his face obscured by the beast's fleshy tongue, and so it was with relative ease that he watched his own unfamiliar visage as it was squelched to the very back of the animal's throat unceremoniously and replaced by folds of pulsating flesh.
Everything was black. The only sounds Alan was aware of now was the gross slicking of the wolf's insides slapping and pushing around in a so far extremely effective attempt to engulf his body. With the new absence of one of his senses, Alan found the rest were heightened. He was now more aware than ever of the constricting pressure surrounding his chest and face. He couldn't breathe at all, in fact. Sloppy globs of mucus sealed his face to the esophagus walls, and there was no space for air. All that remained outside of the wolf's body at this point were his hands. As he sunk down into creature's belly, he felt it try several times to close its mouth, only to push its teeth down onto his fingers and find itself unable to complete the seal.
Alan continued to sink, and another swallow brought him inside the throat up to his wrists. He felt the wolf close its mouth entirely for the first time in a long time, but it was not quite ready to finish the deed. With its mouth closed, there wasn't much room for Alan's hands, massive though the mouth was. The tongue forced them up against the roof of the beast's maw, and Alan tried unsuccessfully to push his hands down into the tongue's muscled flesh. He realized for the first time how intelligent the wolf's tongue felt to him, how alive. It pushed his hands so roughly and so forcefully against the mouth's roof as it took its last taste of his skin. It knew exactly what it was doing. It was scraping off every last trace of the outside world, of Alan's identity, and absorbing it. Alan's flesh no longer felt like flesh. His entire body was lubed up and slicked in gunky, pre-digestive juices. He had lost all connection with himself. And now that there was nothing left to take from him, the wolf swallowed one last big swallow, and Alan's hands sunk down into the quicksand grip of the animal's throat.
Alan sputtered and gasped. The wolf had held his head in its throat for a little over a minute and he wasn't sure he'd get the chance to ever breathe again. Of course, the opportunity barely existed in the animal's stomach, either. What little air that had come down here with him was extremely stale, and he felt some of it whoosh by as the animal let out an incredible belch.
His space was tight. He was forced into the fetal position and it was all he could do to keep his head above the acid and gunk filling most of the space around him. Alan's world turned suddenly upside down and he thrashed around wildly trying to reorient himself. The wolf had moved itself into a sit in preparation of standing up. Although it was large, an additional 162 pounds was not a trivial thing. It groaned a bit as it lifted itself entirely into the standing position, and again Alan was forced to thrash around and keep his head out of the gunk so he could breathe.
The wolf belched loudly once more and began to walk away towards the bushes. As it trotted off to digest its meal in private, its belly swayed back and forth in rhythm to its steps. To Alan, it was not at all a peaceful sensation, especially now that even more air had been sucked away from him. He had the strange feeling that he was floating. Though his entire body was pressed up against the bottom of the large animal's belly, it was somewhat elastic and no part of him was touching the ground. The wolf continued to pad away, and Alan was left to slowly drift out of consciousness; rocked to sleep in his meat hammock, lulled by the muffled chittering of the alien tourists, and by the slowly building gurgle of his new home.
Back on the observation platform, the aliens began to wander away. It was exciting and they did wish that they could see more of the wolf, but they understood that the animal needed its privacy, especially after something as stressful as that large meal had probably been. It was, after all, important to respect an animal's needs.