Ely Eats Maverick (Trade)

A trade!  This was fun to do.

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Ely enjoyed her quiet time very much.  So when someone interrupted her, she didn’t hesitate to eat them.
Maverick had been eyeing the cute human on the subway for a while now.  She was the only other person in the area, sure, but she was also pretty hot.  But she had her headphones on, and was reading a book.  Ah well.  Surely she wouldn’t mind if he slid in and interrupted her—he was dashing, after all!
The green shark stood from his seat and plopped down next to Ely.  The woman eyed him with a raised brow, but didn’t say anything.
“Hey, cutie,” Maverick said loudly, loud enough that she heard it through her headphones.  “I saw you and figured I’d say hello.”
Ely said nothing.  She was trying to listen to her music, but this shark was making that difficult. . .
Confident in his abilities, Maverick continued.  “I’ll bet a lady like you could use somebody who could walk her home,” he purred.  “Well, I’m your man.  What’s your stop?”
Now Ely was feeling annoyed /and/ uncomfortable.  One more word, and she would—
“Come on, baby.  You can trust me,” Maverick said.
—Yep.  She knew what she was going to do.
Ely turned to the green shark.  Without taking off her headphones, she grabbed his shoulders, and opened her maw wide.  Before Maverick could react, she shoved him inside.
“W-What the—?!” the green shark shouted, landing on the woman’s tongue.  He was now in a moist, hungry place, filled with damp air that landed on his face as Ely breathed.  He tried to pull his head back out, but Ely gripped him firmly, and sealed her lips around his neck.  He was trapped.
The woman tasted her prey, lapping up Maverick with her tongue.  He had a really nice flavor, one that she enjoyed quite a bit.  She savored him, her anger at this jackass fueling her as she licked his tasty face.  Then, she had enough of that, and began to swallow him down.
/Gulp!/  The green shark cried out in surprise as he was thrust forward, into her cramped, dark throat.  The cylindrical tunnel clamped around his face, and no matter what he did, he couldn’t pull his head back out.  He was trapped. . . No, wait, his arms and legs were still outside!  He could use them to get out of this, right?
Ely saw Maverick’s hands starting to move, and knew exactly what the green shark was thinking.  So she reached forward, grabbed his arms, and pinned them to his sides.  Then she continued tasting and gulping him down, swallowing him to the beat of the song on her headphones.
Maverick struggled and writhed, trying both to get his head out and to free his arms, but he accomplished neither feat.  Thrashing wildly, he kicked with his legs, trying to make enough movement to pull himself up and out, but that didn’t do anything, either.  The green shark felt the cute girl swallow him yet again, and he shivered.  Was he truly trapped?  Was there no way out of this?
Ely made her way down her delicious meal, slowly swallowing him down.  First his neck was sucked inside of her throat, but then shoulders was devoured, and after that, she sucked in his chest.  The green shark’s delicious flavor danced on her tongue, and she smiled.  She had planned on getting take out on the walk back home, but a meal had provided itself to her on the subway instead.  She was partially grateful to him for that—but then she remembered how he had interrupted her quiet time, and angrily gulped in his midsection.
That was when Maverick reached it.
The green shark had been slowly sliding down the dark, claustrophobic space of Ely’s throat.  When she swallowed his chest, he felt his head slide up against some sort of barrier: it was the sphincter, though he didn’t know that.  The next gulp forced him past the barrier, and into a new space.
His head became freed from the confines of the throat, and at first, the shark breathed a sigh of relief, happy that he wasn’t surrounded by tight walls anymore.  But then, he saw the red walls that surrounded him, heard the growls that rumbled in greeting, and realized where he was.
“HELP!” Maverick screamed, kicking even more frantically now.  “I’M IN HER STOMACH.  SOMEBODY HELP MEEEE!”
Ely felt his panicked thrashing, but thanks to her headphones, she could hear none of his cries.  Not that she cared what he had to say anyway—he was food now, and nobody cared about the needs of food, after all.  She swallowed his thighs, and was greeted by a burst of flavor: the green shark was wearing shorts, so now she could taste him again, instead of licking clothing.  The human happily indulged herself, her tongue greedily lapping up the delicious flavor of the shark.
Down below, more of Maverick was forced inside of Ely’s belly,  His head slammed up against one of the gooey, wet walls, and he heard the growls get louder.  “P-Please!” he shouted.  “Please don’t eat me!  I’m sorry, ok?  DON’T EAT ME!”
But the human couldn’t hear any of his cries.  She savored the shark for a moment longer, savoring his flavor as she sucked him in.  Then, she swallowed up his calves, and only his sandal covered feet were left to eat.
Maverick’s chest was shoved inside of the belly, and the shark felt the place expanding to fit him.  By the time she was done eating, this was going to be a tight squeeze, wasn’t it?  Crap. . .
Ely reached over and took Maverick’s sandals off of his struggling feet.  Then, she pulled the limbs inside of her mouth, tasting the delicious flavor of her meal for the last time.  After she had completely savored him, she gulped the last of him down.
“No no NO!” the green shark screamed as she swallowed down the final bite.  But there was nothing he could do to stop her, and a moment later, all of him was inside of the stomach.
Ely leaned back in her chair and caught her breath, patting her distended belly with a happy sigh.  Damn, that shark had been a tasty treat.  And it served him right for being such an annoyance, and interrupting her quiet time.  She leaned back, took out her phone, and changed the music playlist.  Now, she could finally relax.
Inside of the stomach, Maverick whimpered, looking nervously around his new home.  The gut wouldn’t stop growling around him, and he felt some kind of fluid on the walls.  It wasn’t exactly a nice place to be. . .
But, he reasoned, the cute lady would let him out.  She was probably the forgiving type, and he didn’t think she would actually /digest/ him.  Come on, that wasn’t going to happen!  He squirmed in the stomach, deciding to wait a while before asking to be let out—he wanted her to think he’d “learned his lesson” after all.
And so, predator and prey sat quietly, Ely listening to music, and Maverick listening to the sounds of her hungry belly.  When the subway finally reached Ely’s stop, that’s when it began.
As the human stood up and walked out of the subway, Maverick felt more fluid starting to gather on the stomach’s walls.  It went against his body, and made his skin tingle a bit.  Was this . . . digestive fluid?”
“Hey,” Maverick said, “y-you’re not going to digest me, are you?  You can let me out now!”
But Ely couldn’t hear him—she still had her headphones on, and even if they were off, the noise of the crowded subway station would have drowned him out.
The fluid started to drip to the bottom of the gut, gathering in a pool that soon submerged the shark’s feet.  His toes tingled upon making contact with it, and he tried to squirm away from the acids.  But the stomach was much too tight—he couldn’t move away.
“Hey, lady!” Maverick called.  “You can let me out now!  Hello?!”
But no one responded.  As it teasing him, the stomach released more juices, letting them reach his ankles this time.  Now his entire foot felt tingly, and the green shark gulped.  This wasn’t good.  Was that cute girl . . . really going to digest him?
“HELP!” Maverick shouted, struggling and fighting inside of the belly.  “SHE’S DIGESTING ME!  SOMEONE HELP ME, PLEASE!”
He continued to scream and thrash as Ely made her way out of the subway station.  She still couldn’t hear a word he was saying, nor did she care.  Maverick’s muffled voice was barely audible thanks to the stomach walls.  It did reach some passerbys, but most of them thought they were just hearing things.
Maverick kept struggling as the human walked out of the subway and to her apartment.  While Ely was listening to her music and whistling to herself, the shark was in a living nightmare of a situation. Digestive juices rained down from the walls of the stomach every few seconds, filling up the space more and more.  The pool that had started out at his feet quickly grew in size, making more and more of his body tingle as the gut fought to digest him.  It went up his body, filling up his midsection first, stopping at his hips.  Then, a moment later, more fluids came down, making the pool grow and reach his belly area.
After that, there was a brief pause, and for a moment, Maverick thought that maybe it was over—maybe the stomach was going to stop!  He breathed out a sigh of relief, hugging his body—but then, the stomach acids gushed out, splashing on him and filling up the pool until it reached his chest.  He screamed in terror.
Ely didn’t take off her headphones until she was inside of her home.  Yawning, she went to her room and got ready for bed.  As she put on her nightgown, she heard Maverick’s muffled, screaming voice.
“Hey, shark.  Were you saying something?” she asked, changing her shirt.
Maverick felt relief flood him.  “Yeah, I need you to let me out now!  It’s getting intense in here.”
“Hmm. . .”  Ely changed her pants, and then shrugged.  “Nah.  I like to keep my meals.  Besides, I don’t listen to what food has to say.  Enjoy digesting in there, /snack/.”
Maverick gulped—that conversation hadn’t gone anything liked he hoped it would.  “No, wait!” he yelled.  “We can work this out, cutie!  Come on!”
But Ely didn’t answer.  She went to her bed and lied down, shifting Maverick and the stomach fluids around.  Smiling as she listened to the sounds of her hungry belly, the human soon fell asleep.
Maverick whimpered as the belly walls released more fluids, which now reached his shoulders.  Nearly his entire body was tingling now, and he knew it was the end.  If only he didn’t flirt with that girl!  But by now, it was far, far too late to change things.
The green shark put up one final fight, trying to kick and hit the belly walls, but his energy was running out.  He could barely do anything at this point.  Maverick realized he was finished.  In the end, all he had been was a snack for an irritated woman.  He let exhaustion take over his body, and the shark passed out then and there.
As Ely slept, her stomach broke down the body of the shark, turning him into chyme and then sending him to her intestines.  When she woke up, she realized she really had to take a shit.
Getting out of bed, the human made her way to the bathroom, and pulled down her pants and underwear.  After a moment, she released him.
Shit squirted out of her ass and plopped in the water in big chunks, one after the other.  Maverick had been a pretty big meal, after all, and soon, his remains filled up the toilet bowl.
Sighing, Ely wiped her butt and straightened back up, looking over the shark’s remains.  “That’s what you get,” she muttered.
Then she flushed the toilet, and went on with her day.