This choice: Into Jackie’s feed you go. • Go Back...Chapter #8Jackie's Pill by: Gator   You could tell that it was Jackie's stall. That you would've been able to tell even if said beautiful, chestnut-coated mare hadn't been standing in the centre of it.
Cameron greeted the horse with a beaming smile and a wave of the hand that wasn't carrying you. "Hello... Jackie, was it? Today is going to be a very special day for you!"
Jackie took a moment to eye-up her strange visitor before looking past her. Clearly, she was looking for you. When she saw no sign of you, her mood dropped significantly: her head lowering, her motivation dying down, a sadness swirling in her gorgeous eyes. It pained you to see her like that, but alas, trapped in this tiny form, you could nothing but look on.
Cameron, sparing no mind to the mare's sorrow, waltzed over to the feeding tray. Once there, she held you over it, letting you see that it was already full, and full with the good stuff that Jackie was normally head over heels for, yet it looked untouched. You pondered why she hadn't already chowed down on the stuff. Could it be she was waiting for you?
Regardless of your musings, after dangling you over it for a few seconds, Cameron let go, allowing you, the tiny pill, to fall into Jackie's feed. There was a soft splat as you made contact, sinking part-way in before you came to a stop. The unexposed parts of you didn't stay that way for long, however, for Cameron dug her hand into the feed, pulled out a handful, and then spread it over you, burying you in it completely. You were in darkness now, a darkness that would've been absolute if not for the few faint gaps of light shining from above, and all around you, as far as your sight could see, was the food that would soon be journeying into the depths of Jackie's gut - and you along with them.
From overhead, you could hear Cameron talk to who could only have been Jackie. "Well, enjoy your food!" She said to the mare. Then there was a patting sound, followed by the click of her shoes, the stall door opening and closing, and then the clicks again, this time fading away. Now the only living thing in the stall was Jackie. Because were you even alive in this state?
You waited - for what else could you do? - for what was to inevitably come. The inevitable chomp and following gulp. The inevitable wet and sweltering darkness of the abyss as it took you... and yet, as you played it out in your mind, over and over, you were surprised by how little fear you felt. Lots of uncertainty, definitely; even that bitch was uncertain you would make it out of this. But fear was strangely in short supply. You might never escape Jackie's body, sticking inside of her, nothing but absorbed pill particles rushing in her veins or maybe settling into one part of her, forever...
So why didn't the thought scare you?
Soon enough, you heard the clop of hoofs against the hay-covered floor drawing closer. In spite of losing your physically one, you can feel your heart beat like crazy. You heard a deep inhale as Jackie drew in the smell of her adored feed. Her face must be right above, hidden behind that ceiling of food.
Barely to the side of you, two rows of horse teeth easily carve their way the mass to clack together, scooping up a mouthful and sealing it away from the rest of world. Then it pulls up, and you hear the sound of slow chewing as Jackie savours the bite and readies it for the eventual...
Swallow. You hear her swallow. It's so faint, but to you, so very focused upon it, may as well have been like the booming chime of a church bell ringing out.
You can feel it. You know it. Jackie's mouth would come down again. This time, will it take you?
Your answer comes in sound of a sharp clack around you, as the faint darkness of feed is engulfed into the absolute darkness of Jackie's mouth. Yes. You have been taken. And soon you would be taken deeper.
You feel Jackie lift her head up, and as she does, the clump you are trapped inside of falls deeper into her mouth, with you flopping onto the wet surface of her tongue. You don't get to rest on it long, thought, as Jackie quickly tosses you and the accompanying feed towards her teeth. You land upon her molar alongside a few other pieces of feed. The briefest glimpse of light sneaking through her lips lets you see the other molar overhead, but when it comes down, the lips seal shut, leaving you in darkness as the bone crushes through your form.
It should've been painful, being broken into pieces, and as she continued chewing, those pieces being grinded down even further. Yet it wasn't. Instead, it felt strangely pleasurable. Like a massage in a sauna. It got you think what digesting in her stomach would feel like in this state. Perhaps a hot tub?
You didn't have to wait long to find out. After a few more seconds of chewing and mixing you around in her mouth, getting you nice and securely clumped into a sloppy globe with the rest of the grinded down feed, the mare's tongue began to push towards the back of the throat. You found yourself yearning for the faintest light to get past her lips, so that you may see the entrance to the tube that awaited you once again, but alas, there was only darkness as you made contact with the opening. You felt it sink to accept you as Jackie built up to the swallow, and soon enough the tunnel tugged you down with thunderous, echoing gluck!
The slide down was all too quick. It did what it was designed to well, and guided the chomped and chewed mass towards the waiting stomach. You imagined as you fell the bulge you were making in her throat - if you were even big enough to make one.
Arriving at the entrance to the stomach, your journey stalled for a split-second as the opening pondered whether or not to accept you. It relented quickly, and opened, allowing the compact glob to dunk into the waiting pool of acid. It was just as you had thought: the burning acid felt like hot water to you now. As your glob resurfaced and came to float on the surface, you relaxed, taking in all of the sounds that reverberated around you. The pops of acid bubbles, the gurgles of food processing further on ahead, the thumps of Jackie's mighty heart, and the splatters of more mashed up feed as they entered into the stomach... They all came together to form a bizarre, yet relaxing ambiance, and you settled happily, listening to it as you waited for what was to come, unafraid, no matter what it may be.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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