Akemi Accidently Gets Eaten (Trade)

A trade I did with piershey!  This was a fun one. C:

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“So, you understand your duties?”
Akemi the centaur spoke patiently to her new robot maid, Amita.  After thinking it over, the bipedal machine replied, “Yes, I understand.  So, I am to remove pests around the house, correct?”
“Exactly,” Akemi agreed, giving her a smile.  “I was told your stomach is the main way of disposing those pests—there’s quite a few anthro mice around here, so I’m glad you’ll be able to dispose of them.”
“I am too, master!” Amita said cheerfully.  “I look forward to making you happy.”
Akemi nodded.  “Good.  Let nothing stop you in getting rid of them, understand?  Now, if you need me, I will be in my laboratory.  Feel free to go see me there if you have any questions.”
The robot nodded.  “Understood.”
The centaur trotted down the hall and into the first door on her right.  She left if open just a bit, in case Amita did indeed come by, and then she got to work with her experiments.
Today, she was experimenting with a shrinking formula that her job had outsourced.  They wanted everything to be perfect before it was used in any research, so her task was to make sure everything was working properly.
She took a few drops of the formula in an eyedropper, and then released it onto a cockroach she had caught in the house.  The experiment subject skittered as the liquid dropped on it, and then, it began to shrink.
Akemi’s mouth dropped open in astonishment.  This was the first time she had actually used the formula . . . and it was stunning to behold.  The rather large bug quickly became smaller and smaller, until, when the shrinking was finished, it was the size of a thimble.  “Amazing,” the centaur muttered, leaning forward and staring at the cockroach.  It was letting off tiny, tiny sounds now, running around the container that Akemi had put it in.  “Let’s try another. . . “
And that was when it happened.
As the centaur backed up, she accidently bumped the beaker full of shrinking fluid, and splashed the formula all over her body!  The centaur blinked, stunned—and then, she began to shrink.
Her head had been a foot above the table, but as she reduced in size, she got closer and closer to it, and soon, she level with it!  She scrambled to grab hold of something as she reduced down in size, trying to grab the rim of the table as if that would stop her from shrinking.  But she was falling way to fast, and soon she was far underneath the table, which now looked like a distant, faraway cliff.  By the time the shrinking was finished, Akemi was only a few inches tall.
The centaur blinked, and looked around.  She could see dust bunnies around her—apparently her lab wasn’t quite as clean as she thought it was.  But for goodness’s sake, that wasn’t important right now!  She had shrunken, turned into a tiny taur.  How long would this last?
Akemi fought to remember the time of the affect, but the number struggled to resurface in her mind.  But surely it was in her notes somewhere!  If she could get back up onto the table, she could see how long this would last.  And once up there, perhaps she could prepare an antidote of some kind. . .!
As she was thinking about these things, there was a loud /BOOM/ that made the centaur jump in fear.  Turning around, she saw that the door had opened, and Amita was walking inside.
“Master?” the robot asked.  “I had a few questions about the—oh!  Hello.”
The machine was looking down at her, and the centaur breathed a sigh of relief.  She was saved!
But then, Amita walked up to her, footsteps booming on the floor, and said, “Looks like a little pest.  I’ll eliminate it for master.”
Akemi jumped.  “No, I’m not a pest!” she yelled, waving her arms.  “Amita, no, you have to stop!”
However, her voice was far to quiet for the robot to hear.  And so, oblivious, Amita picked up the tiny centaur, and brought her over to her mouth.
Akemi froze up upon seeing that maw open.  The robot’s blue insides didn’t look artificial at all: they were filled with drool and spit, which covered Amita’s teeth and tongue in a very realistic way.  And behind it all loomed the robot’s throat, which led to. . .!
“NO!” the centaur screamed.  “Let me go, I’m not a—mmph!”
Before she could say anything more, Akemi was thrown inside of the machine’s maw, and landed on Amita’s tongue with a /splat!/  Immediately the organ came to life, lapping up the centaur with gusto.  Akemi whimpered as the tongue came up against her, and tried to shove it away, but she was no match for it: the organ licked her up like a tasty treat.
“Mmmm!” the robot said, her words echoing around the hot, spacious maw.  “This pest doesn’t have a bad flavor!”
“I’m not a pest!” Akemi yelled.  “Please, you have to let me out!”
But then she remembered what she had told Amita: “Let nothing stop you in getting rid of them.”  And her heart sank to the bottom of her stomach.
The tongue came in again, and it pinned the centaur to the roof of the mouth, sucking the flavor out of her.  Amita giggled.  “Soooo good!” the robot said cheerfully.  “Now, let’s send you down the hatch!”
“Down the hatch—oh no!” Akemi yelled, starting to panic.  “No, don’t swallow me, don’t—ah!”
She was pushed to the back of the robot’s mouth, and her back feet landed in some kind of hole. . . It had to be Amita’s throat!  The centaur struggled to stand, trying to fight her fate, but a /gulp/ sent halt of her inside of the esophagus, trapping her.  She stared out helplessly, giving the world one last look before she was swallowed: mostly the teeth and tongue dominated her vision, but she could see a glimpse of her lab between the teeth.  Seeing it made her struggles renew, and the centaur tried to get out of the throat—but then, the rest of her was swallowed with a /glk/, sending her down the esophagus.
“Feisty!” Amita said cheerfully, patting the throat bulge that the pest made.  “And pretty tasty, too. . .”
Akemi began her slow descent down the robot’s throat.  The organ squeezed tightly around her body, rendering her unable to move.  She tried to struggle, or at least resist her fate, but the cylindrical chamber was just too cramped for her to do so.  It sent her down the esophagus, inch by steady inch, sending her closer and closer to her doom.  Her heart was pounding with fear now. . . She was not looking forward to reaching the stomach.
It took a while for her to get there.  But eventually, she did: Akemi felt her feet hit a barrier (the sphincter), then pass through it.  Suddenly her back half was in open air!  A moment later, her front half slid inside, and then her head.  Now that all of her was free of the throat, the centaur was free falling into the stomach.
She screamed as she plummeted down, and Akemi landed at the bottom of the belly with a loud /splat!/  For a moment, the centaur was stunned by the fall, but after a moment she was able to recover.  Slowly, she stood up from the ground, feeling her hooves squish against the soft, gooey floor of the belly, and she looked around her new home, whimpering.
The place was a living chamber, with wet, slimy walls that dripped with liquids, and loud gurgles and growls that echoed across the whole space.  This was Amita’s stomach—and it was /very/ hungry. . .
“LET ME OUT!” Akemi screamed, desperate to escape this terrible mess.  She charged at one of the belly walls and banged her fist upon it, yelling almost incoherently.  “Amita, it’s me!  Please let me out of here!”
But the robot couldn’t hear the pleas of her master.  Akemi eventually realized that the machine wasn’t letting her go, and she slumped up against the wall, defeated.  Perhaps soon, Amita would swallow another being, maybe one of those anthro mouse pests, to keep her company.  She didn’t want to perish alone. . .
But it looked like that was her fate.  The stomach rumbled loudly around the centaur, and fluids began to drip down on her, pooling at the bottom of the belly.  They landed on her fur, congealing around her body, and making her feel tingly.
“Oh no,” Akemi muttered.  “Oh no, no, no!”  She ran to the belly walls and hit them again, harder this time.  “Please, let me out!” she screeched.  “I don’t want to digest!  LET ME OUT!”
But nothing happened.  The gut growled around her, and released more fluids this time.
They splashed relentlessly on the centaur, and the pool at the bottom got larger.  It had been up to Akemi’s ankles, and now, it was up to her knees.  The parts of her that were submerged in the liquids felt especially melty, like she was being broken down before her very eyes. . .
The stomach squelched, then let out another round of digestive juices.  The centaur yelped as they fell all over her, drenching her body and making the pool even bigger.  Now it had reached her thighs, making all her legs feel melty and tingly and /wrong/.  And Akemi was starting to feel weak and woozy. . .
The belly grumbled, then released more liquids.  The pool filled up yet again, and this time it didn’t stop until it was up to Akemi’s neck.  The centaur felt her entire body screaming with numb pain, and she couldn’t take it anymore.  And so, she passed out then and there.
Amita patted her stomach and let out a /buuuuurp/.  “Man, that pest was tasty!” she said cheerfully.  “I’m going to see if I can find some more.”
And so the robot went about her business, not knowing her master was digesting inside of her.