Kidnapped, Musked, & Eaten 3

The third of what is currently a trilogy!

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Audie had been kidnapped for . . . a few days now, right?  It was hard to tell what time it was anymore, but it felt like it had to be at least a few days.  And by now, he had faced the fact that he had been taken captive—and that he couldn’t leave.
The raccoon was currently locked in his kidnapper’s basement, huddling away in the corner and searching desperately for an escape route.  He had looked around everywhere in this room over the past few days, but there seemed to be no way out.  Aside from the front door, which opened every so often to give him food—and it was completely locked.
Just as Audie was looking over his options, the door opened again.  He turned to it, expecting to get food—but this time, a figured walked inside.
It was a tall skunk, wearing ripped jeans an a sleeveless shirt.  He was smirking down at Audie. . . This couldn’t be a good sign.
“Why hello, prisoner,” the skunk said, licking his lips and making the raccoon shiver.  “I see you’re growing accustomed to your accommodations—good.  You’re going to be here a while, after all.”
“Who are you?” Audie asked, trying not to let his voice shake too much.  “Why have you kidnapped me?!”
“My name is Darren,” the skunk said.  “And ‘kidnapped’ is such a strong word.  I’ve simply plucked a little pet to play with for a while.  A delicious looking pet, at that. . .”
Trying to ignore the last part, the raccoon asked, “A pet?”
“That’s right,” Darren said, pulling something out of his pocket.  It was a dog leash.  “So get this on, pet.  Then, we’re going to have some fun together.”
Audie shook his head, trying to defy the skunk, but he was suddenly grabbed by the shirt and pulled forward.  “You don’t get a say in this,” Darren growled.  The raccoon was plopped back on the ground, and as he was catching his breath, the leash was shoved around his neck and clasped behind him.
“Good boy,” the skunk said, laughing.  “Now, let’s have some ‘fun times’.  Fun for me, that is.”
It was when that Audie noticed the musk.  Wafting off of Darren was some of the most awful scents the raccoon had ever smelled, coming from the skunk’s armpits, privates, and (as best as Audie could tell, at least) his rear.  It was absolutely disgusting, and Audie wanted to cover his nose—but didn’t out of fear of offending his kidnapper.
“Now, pets follow orders,” Darren continued.  “You’re going to do everything I say, or I’ll force you.  Understand?”
“Y-Yes!” Audie squeaked.
“Yes /who/?”
It took a minute for the raccoon to understand what he was talking about.  “Y-Yes master!  I’ll do what you say.”
“Good,” the skunk said, laughing.  “Very good, pet.  You’re learning to behave, and I like pets who behave.  Now let’s not waste anymore time.”
He lifted his arm, revealing his armpit to Audie.  By doing so, he let out more musk, and the raccoon could make out a sharp, distorted scent coming from there.  “I want you to get close,” Darren ordered, “and sniff my armpit.  Just get your nose all in there.”
Audie winced.  “S-Sniff . . . them?!”
“Yep.”  The skunk smirked and began to drool.  “Of course, I also have other things we could do first instead, ones that involve your tasty little self. . .”
“No!  No,” the raccoon said quickly.  “I-I’ll sniff your armpits.”
“Good.  Do it.”
Audie hesitantly leaned forward, standing up from the ground.  The closer he got, the worse the smell was, and he winced.  But then he saw Darren’s drool, and reminded himself what he needed to do.
He leaned forward and pointed his nose towards the skunk’s armpit, taking in the scent.  The sharp smell was much worse from up here, and Audie gagged a few times sniffing it.  “Let’s get you closer,” Darren said meanly.  “Go on, pet.  Lean in.  Get right up in there.”
Not having much of a choice, the raccoon leaned in closer, burying his nose in the skunk’s hairy pit.  Fuck, up close the smell was even worse, sharper and muddier and just /awful!/  It made Audie gag even more than before, but he didn’t turn away—he didn’t want to know what would happen if he did turn away.  He just had to hold out for a little bit longer. . .
“Good pet,” Darren finally said.  “You can stop now.”
Audie leaned back, relieved.  But then the skunk ordered him.  “Get down on the ground.  I want you to sniff my butt.”
Whimpering, the raccoon obeyed, getting on his knees.  Darren turned around so that his back was to Audie, then he took off his pants, revealing his bare ass.
The musk had been coming from there, yes, but now that he was without pants, the smell was much worse.  Audie leaned away from it, still whimpering in fear and anxiety, not looking forward to what was going to come next.
And then it happened.  The skunk’s butt came down from the sky, getting closer and closer to the raccoon.  Audie tried to lean away from it, tried to think of ways he could stop this, but nothing came to mind.  And so he was forced to watch as the butt got nearer and nearer to him, the smell getting closer to his face and getting worse.
Finally, Darren stopped his butt right in front of Audie’s face.  “Sniff it, raccoon,” the skunk said evilly.  “Or else.”  Audie hesitated, and the skunk said, “Do you want me to make you?”
“O-Ok master,” the raccoon said submissively.  He knew there was no getting out of this.  He sniffed the butt, and—
Oh /fuck/ that was terrible!  Audie coughed loudly, unable to contain himself.  That sharp scent mixed in with the scents of one’s butt to create a truly horrifying smell.  But he had to sniff it if he didn’t want anything bad to happen. . .
And so he smelled the butt, taking in that awful scent even as he gagged and coughed.  “Good, pet, good,” said the skunk, laughing.  “Smell that ass of mine.”
The raccoon did just that, taking in that awful, dreadful smell even as his eyes began to water.  He did this until the butt leaned away, and then, he sighed in relief.
“Alright now,” the skunk said, licking his lips.  “It’s time to get you down the hatch.”
Audie’s heart skipped a beat.  “A-Are you going to eat me?!” he stammered.
“Not quite,” Darren replied, smirking.  “My ass is going to eat you.  And it’s going to /loooove/ feasting on a tasty raccoon. . .”
The skunk leaned down, and wiggled his naked ass right in Audie’s face.  The musk coming from it had already been revolting, but now that the raccoon knew that that butt was going to devour him, it somehow seemed even worse. . .
Then that ass began to come down from the sky, getting closer and closer to Audie with every passing second.  The raccoon squirmed and wanted to move his head, but he could only imagine what kind of retaliation the skunk would do if he dared to do that.  So he stayed put, for now, looking up at that butt.  The sharp smell wafted into his nose yet again, threatening to make him gag—and then he did gag, more than a few times.  Soon enough that butt was right on top of him, right in his face.
And then, it began to open.
Darren’s butthole started to expand, and it got wider and wider before Audie’s eyes.  Soon enough, the raccoon could see a tunnel inside of the skunk.  Oh fuck.  Was he really going to get eaten up by this—?
/SLORP!/  Suddenly, Audie’s muzzle was sucked up inside of Darren’s butt, forcing the raccoon inside.  His nose was pinned up against the inside of the tunnel, and it smelled absolutely awful, making him gag a few more times.  He tried to pull his head out of the skunk’s ass, but the tunnel had a tight grip—it squeezed around his muzzle and refused to let go.
/Oh shit. . ./ he thought, his heart pounding.  Could he really not get out of here?  He tried pulling his head out again, and again, then a few more times.  But nothing he did worked—he was trapped.
Darren, feeling all of this, laughed loudly.  “Aw, trying to get out, are you, little raccoon?” he cooed.  “Well, too bad.  You belong to my butt now!  So let’s get you further in. . .”
At that, the butthole opened up again, and before Audie knew it, the raccoon’s entire head was sucked inside of the tunnel—the disgusting, smelly tunnel, that closed around him and made it impossible for him to escape.  Audie squirmed and fought inside, trying to get out, but it was just too tight: he was truly stuck. . . /And/ it smelled terrible in here. . .
Darren smiled, feeling the raccoon move around inside of his ass, and let out a happy moan.  “Oh yeah. . . Just like that. . .”  Then, his stomach let out a demanding growl, and he laughed.  “Guess I better feed ya, huh?  Alright, alright. . .”
Audie was still fighting when the asshole resumed slurping him up.  He was pulled forward, and his neck and chest were devoured by the butt, sucked in without any warning.  He found himself in a different tunnel now, one that still smelled bad, but had a different scent to it.  It was fleshier, too, and surrounded with small hairs (villi) that tickled his nose.
Oh fuck . . . was this the intestines?!  He had to get out of here!
The raccoon continued to writhe and fight as he was sucked deeper into Darren’s insides.  But the tunnel squeezed tight around him, ensuring he couldn’t get out, and he continued to travel up the skunk’s guts.  First he was in the large intestine, then he was in the small one, as more and more of his body got sucked into Darren’s big butt.  Eventually, he stopped fighting, realizing the fruitlessness of his actions, and submitted to his fate, letting himself be pulled along the tubes.
But then, he reached his destination.
Audie’s head suddenly popped into a new space—one that wasn’t squeezing around him constantly, thank fuck.  He moved his head and breathed out a sigh of relief—but then, he heard a loud /groooowl/, and the scent of acid hit his nose.  Oh no. . . Oh fuck. . . He had to be in the. . .!
“HELP!” Audie screamed, his struggles renewing once more.  “I’M IN HIS STOMACH!  SOMEBODY HELP ME!”
Darren laughed and slapped his belly, making the place react and wiggle around the prey.  “Nobody’s going to help you, little raccoon.  So let’s get more of you inside my hungry belly, shall we?”
“NO!”  Audie tried to fight this, but more and more of his body was pushed forward, into the hungry, growling gut.  His feet were still outside; maybe he could fight this way out of this!  But as they too were pulled up into the intestines, and more of him piled into the stomach, the raccoon realized that there was no getting out of this.  That this was it. . .
And so he was emptied into the big belly, pushed up from the intestines to fit inside.  When his feet finally popped in, Audie was curled up inside the space, whose walls squeezed snugly around his body, dripping with juices.
“Mmm, you were delicious,” Darren said, patting his big, distended gut.  “A tasty little pet for sure.”
“A-Are you going to digest me?” Audie asked fearfully.
The skunk laughed.  “Not yet, raccoon.  Not yet.  I still want to play with you, after all.
“In fact, I have plenty of plans once you’re out of there. . .  But for now, I have things to do.”
And so Darren left the room to live his life, with Audie still inside of him.