in a warm, humid place

Slowly, head hurting like hell, somehow very comfortable, yet unable to move, Ian woke up. He couldn't tell where he was, he couldn't see much, it was surprisingly dark and humid. Wherever he was, it was a very tight space, his body was squished together and curled up like a ball, in a position he could hardly get out of. The walls were incredibly soft, and slimy, the air he was breathing had a certain taste of thick meat, and there were strange noises coming from all around him.

Ian tried to move around the extremely compact space he was locked in, but the moment he tried to move his limbs, he realised how weak he felt. His arms and legs were almost unresponsive, he could strangely barely feel them. Still, he tried to wiggle around, maybe find the hatch to get out of that strange place. But the moment he did, he felt something outside, touch his little prison. It felt like a hand moving across the surface, moving in a weird cycle, like it was trying to calm him down, and convince him to stop moving.

Then, Ian realised where he was. He was inside someone's belly, presumably the German Shepherd's, and he had been there for quite a while, his body was already too weak to be brought back. Ian couldn't believe it, after all he did to help the stupid mutt, he just eats him the first opportunity he gets? He was furious, betrayed by someone he considered a friend, but, there was nothing he could do, not anymore. His body was already going through digestion, it wouldn't be long until he faints again, and this time doesn't wake up.

Ian closed his eyes, a tear falling off his face. He went back to sleep. Surprisingly, the traitor's belly was quite comfortable, he easily fell back asleep.

Outside, Rocky was in a lecture, listening carefully to what the professor had to say. He felt bad for the kitty, especially with how little struggles came from him, but if he hadn't eaten him, somebody else would have. At least he was somebody the kitty knew, and maybe considered a friend. But as the lecture continued, and Ian's outline disappeared from his gut, Rocky slowly forgot him, just like all the other prey he had devoured. When he reached his dorm, and his gut had completely finished digesting Ian, Rocky had no clue who he had eaten. Just that he was quite annoyed by how much fat went to his butt alone, and nowhere else.

*End: Digested by Rocky*