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Spamton decided to surprise Tenna after being away all day because of a meeting and business dinner he got from his sponsor.
The ad sighed and entered Tenna’s flat, stripping himself of all the clothes and carelessly throwing them into a corner.
He yawned and considered smoking another cigarette before bed but he really wanted to just lay down in a warm and soft bed right now.
Spamton entered the bedroom and saw a little note with chocolate on his side of the bed. He opened it. >> If you read this, I’m already asleep. I found these at the store and I know they are your favourite, so I hope you like them! 8>[ ^D] << He chuckled at the little emoticon that he had shown him and quickly quieted himself down. ‘Oh, Ant…’ He smirked and put it down again. He figured that he should wait for the morning and thank Tenna himself before opening it.
Spamton placed it down again when he got a different idea. He could thank him with a kiss. Either gently wake him up or just show some affection as apology for being so late.
The ad climbed onto his chest, feeling it rise and sink with no trouble even when Spamton put his whole weight on it. He had to think about how lucky he was that Tenna was so soft and gentle. All of TV World was if he was being honest because if he ruled like King that would be rather terrifying.
He could not imagine Tenna scary at all.
‘Thank you, Ant.’ He leaned closer to kiss him, feeling the screen heat up. ‘Want more, big shot?’ He leaned closer for another kiss when Tenna grew suddenly. It was happening too fast and Tenna just had to open his mouth for the ad to fall forward and land on the tongue.
He panicked, frozen in shock and too surprised to realise what was happening as he slipped over the tongue and toward the dark cavern. He instinctually tried to push himself off but it was too slippery and his feathers got weighed down by saliva.
He heard Tenna hum around him, his tongue rippling at the sudden treat.
He found his voice too late, entering the esophagus and getting stuck.
Okay.
Bad situation but he can still salvage this.
He just hoped that Tenna woke up before he suffocated or just instinctually coughed him up when his body noticed he wasn’t food.
He wanted to speak but the weight on his chest was too much to let out more than a wheeze and he was slipping after instinctively trying to kick against the palate.
Then he heard Tenna gulp.
Something that he usually didn’t even think about before was now loudly around him and send him further. He got pulled into the bigger man, a visible bulge on the outside of his throat when his legs left the mouth.
The crt licked his lips in his sleep and swallowed again, moving Spamton a bit closer to his chest.
Without the help of gravity, the advancement was slow and the muscles tried to push him deeper.
No matter what he tried, he couldn’t move back because he could hardly move in such a tight space in the first place but the opening also seemed permanent closed and only went one way. ‘Ten…na…’ Spamton tried to call out but it was only a quiet whisper. Even while drunk, he was scared. He knew where he was headed, the growling that started shortly after he fell in was a constant reminder.
Tenna saw him as food.
Well, maybe not conscious Tenna but his body sure did recognise the little ad as such and developed an appetite for him.
He heard Tenna cough.
Was he waking up?
A breathless wheeze.
(Dammit.) Spamton thought. (Can he suffocate??? I mean he can go hungry, so maybe?) The small man had a decision to make: risk killing Tenna by hindering his own progress and possibly suffocating with him or crawling towards the stomach to buy them more time but risk digesting alive.
Both didn’t sound great but his body only seemed to drag him in further and made no attempt to let him go.
At least with one option Tenna had a guarantee to survive.
(Goddammit, Ant…) He groaned and pushed ahead to crawl towards the rumbling organ. (You owe me for this… if I survive the night… no… don’t think like that!) He crawled through the fleshy cave when a gulp send him towards another dead end.
‘Seriously?’ He was breathing heavily. (That’s it? I’m stuck in his throat until I suffocate? And then what? I get into the stomach to dissolve when that idiot finally wakes up?) He groaned. (Dammit… it isn’t even like he does this on purpose… he’ll be devastated if he finds out that he killed me… Why do I care about his feelings? I am the one dying!)
Tenna’s heartbeat was much louder here. He was probably in his chest and wondered whether he was even visible on the outside.
He frowned and pushed against the opening until it finally let him in and Spamton slipped into the chamber with a squelch.
Lucky for the darkner it was empty. For now. It seemed Tenna had skipped meals again, he’ll scold him for that if he got out alive… WHEN he got out alive.
At least there seemed to be breathable air in the chamber, he had heard some weird sounds on the other side. But now it was comparatively quiet. Could it be that he wasn’t allowed in at first because the chamber was preparing for him?
What a weird thought. He wasn’t sure whether it was scary or relieving.
Tenna had to notice that something was wrong eventually. He wasn’t very big and Tenna ate a lot but something moving inside him? That had to be noticeable. He was at least bigger than a regular meal.
He felt around the walls, stroking them and poking them to get a low rumble in return. It sounded almost like purring as if it was happy about the meal.
‘Great… glad you’re enjoying me, Ant.’ He said sarcastically and felt the organ shake before he heard a small burp followed by a hiccup. ‘Ant, let me out.’ He demanded. ‘I don’t want to become pudge on your belly, you big dummy!’ All he heard as a response was some soft snoring, followed by a weight that was coming from above. Did he put his hand on him?
‘Ant! Wake up!’ He called out. ‘Can you hear me? Please, tell me you can hear me.’ He kicked against the walls with as much force as he could and heard Tenna wince. ‘Sorry…’ Spamton mumbled, only to get compacted and forced to pull his legs closer to his body when Tenna not only shrunk but also lay down on his side.
‘No! Nonono!’ He tried to push against the walls but they just happily churned around him. ‘Ant!’ He called out and struggled but the stomach only seemed to get more active by pushed back against him. If he didn’t know better, he’d think it was toying with its food.
The movement seemed almost playful.
Spamton grew tired from the exhaustion and alcohol when he was out of adrenaline. ‘Dammit…’ He sobbed. ‘I’m sorry, Ant… it isn’t your fault… I hope you’ll know…’ The organ gurgled. ‘Actually… I hope you never find out if I don’t make it through the night. This is an embarrassing death.’ He lost the tension in his body when he sunk into the flesh with his full weight.
It gurgled softly and began to massage his muscles in a way that would relax him if he was literally anywhere else.
He wondered whether it was the lack of oxygen, his drinks finally getting to him or just finding peace with his fate but he started to believe that Ant subconsciously knew it was him with how gentle the walls treated him, carefully rocking his body to sleep while offering a soft and warm bed.
It would be comforting if the reality wasn’t that he was going to die in the man he loved. In a way that was a poetic death.
Except for the puddle of saliva that had entered with him, it wasn’t actually that slimy even if the air was humid. He nuzzled into the walls and closed his eyes, preparing to never wake up again and hoping that he wouldn’t be conscious anymore when the acid ate away at his body.