Dog food
Leon had been waiting all day to come out of his hiding hole, which had been annoying him, as the real owner of the house was never this active, but today he had been at home for much longer, and he had had guests too, meaning that the mouse didn’t want to risk going out and getting caught by someone.
So he waited and waited until it had become pretty late at night, the guests long gone and the owner seemingly resting, the house falling into silence as the owner went to sleep for the day, the mouse checking a few times before he left his hiding spot.
He was pretty hungry, as his food reserves were empty and he didn’t want to leave his mouse hole for the whole day, so he kinda rushed for the kitchen to see what he could get, his stomach growling in impatience.
And he hit a jackpost, his sensitive nostrils smelling some food in the dog’s bowl, which was pretty rare, as that German shepherd was a big eater and didn’t usually even leave crumbs in the bowl, just a lot of dense saliva, so Leon almost couldn’t believe that there was so much minced meat and assorted vegetables in there for the taking, immediately jumping in the bowl and starting to stuff himself as much and as fast as he could, the meat still juicy and warm too, instead of cold and hard like the few times he had been able to get food from the bowl.
Eventually he felt full and got ready to get some meat to his hiding spot, but as he finally concentrated on his surroundings, he just found himself right in front of the canine’s snout.
He was scared, as he thought he had been caught and the German Shepherd would call for the owner. Still, he was MUCH more scared as he saw the dog’s jaw widen, the bad and warm breath of the canine filling up the mouse's guts as he stared at the mouth right in front of him, saliva strings forming and breaking as the jaws parted, the mottled flesh contrasting with the sharp pearly whites.
Of course, Leon had no intention whatsoever of being caught in this and attempted to run out from the dog bowl, but the meat was still dense and wading through it took far too long, the mouse noticing drool dripping all over him and the lights dipping in brightness as the jaws came closer to the bowl, before they clamped down shut right around him.
The mouse immediately screamed as he fell into a mix of dense drool and meat, teeth and mottled flesh all around him as the dog started to chew his food, much to the fear of the mouse as he attempted to escape the jaws and teeth, but to no avail as they didn't open nearly enough to let him safely out, and the muscular tongue tossed the mouse around like a ragdoll, pushing him everywhere in the mottled maw, the mouse noticing that the food all around him was disappearing into the dog's throat bit by bit.
Despite all his struggling and screaming, it was all futile as the mouse found his head right at the throat, giving him a peek of the German shepherd’s throat and the last bit of food disappearing within it, but before Leon could even process that, a loud gulp rang all around him as he was swallowed in a single gulp.
The dog's throat was tight and foul smelling, strong muscles preventing the small mouse from squirming as he felt like he was being crushed by peristalsis, globs of food and drool being pressed against the mice's fur, much to his chagrin as he felt disgust from the sheer sensations, even if not as much as he thought he would, not that he particularly cared as he knew exactly where he was going, and he hoped once he was there he could find a way to get out of the dog's digestive system.
Not that that thought was of much consolation as the mouse reached the sphincter leading to the stomach, the sheer stench emanating from it nearly making the mouse gag, and when it opened it was even worse, Leon unceremoniously plopped into the organ as the sphincter closed off behind him, leaving him in the dark organ as the folds constantly shifted, smothering him with gut juices, drool, and the chewed up mix of meat and vegetables.
As if that wasn't enough, the canine kept eating his food, making the already tight and active stomach even more so, chunks of food constantly falling on top of the mice's head as he squirmed and tried to find an exit, the German shepherd seemingly not having noticed that he had swallowed him and still intent in finishing up his late dinner, either ignoring or not noticing the mouse that was also trapped within his belly, his squirming only intensifying as his eyes adjusted to the darkness and let him see more clearly the increasingly full chamber he was trapped in.
Something that did worry the mouse if that he was feeling increasingly less revolted by the stench and all the slop that surrounded him, as if he'd gotten used to it and had even started to like it, but the lingering worry about being trapped inside of a dog's active and tight stomach, while being slathered with increasingly more food didn't really go away, but regardless of it the squirming subsidized and turned more into rubbing the slick and muscular walls of the active organ, the mice kinda forgetting he was supposed to try and escape from the digestive system, but now he felt more like he should relax instead, feeling the canine walk around the house as his mildly enlarged belly sloshed rhythmically from side to side, drenching the mouse into even more slip and fluids as he did so.
Eventually the canine settled, the German shepherd lying down somewhere as his body weight further squished the mouse as the stomach became even more cramped, the canine soon snoring as he fell into a food coma.
The mouse felt like he was soon to follow, he had no idea how long he'd been in there, but it felt like it had been hours, the meat and vegetables having nearly fully turned into a dense liquid instead of a cream, but still one that clung to his fur and reached his head, the stomach walls massaging the tired micro while the churning and groaning provided some white noise, the mouse being barely able to keep his eyes open as he kept yawning, eventually falling asleep alongside the dog, the fear and squirming long gone as he settled.
