Okay, so…I dropped the ball on Voretober. I was kind of expecting to have to play some catch up and be a few days out before I finished, but instead my executive dysfunction hit like a truck and I stopped writing for the back half of the month until a couple of days ago. I'm really sorry to everyone who was looking forward to the full thing, I know I promised to do it all but at this point I think I'm just gonna have to compromise. So I quickly threw together a handful of stories based on the most solid ideas I had and I'm gonna post them all as a final big bang. I hope that somewhat makes up for it!
This prompt ended up being another Rascal prey story! I find the (D.isney) C.heshire Cat to be very attractive, so I'm pleased to get something done involving him! I like kinda tricky preds and his smooth talking and general strange presence does a lot for me. Also I like his big grin. I hope I did a good job capturing his vibe even in this quick story!
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“I’m definitely lost...” Rascal murmurs to himself as he looks around. Though, does it really count as being ‘lost’ if he’s not sure where he’s been since he got here? Ever since he followed that white rabbit into that really big rabbit hole, he’s been wandering around weird environments with weirder people.
At the moment, he’s managed to find himself in a strange, winding forest with indescribable signage. He’s at a fork in the road, but with the sign posts pointing in random directions saying things like “Here”, “There”, and “That Way”, he has no idea where to go.
“Are you really lost?” someone purrs.
“Huh?” Rascal’s ears perk up and he looks around. “Hello? Who said that?”
“Up here!”
Rascal looks up and sees a pair of bright yellow eyes and a long, toothy grin floating just above the sign post. More features start to materialize, pinks and purples swirling like ribbons together to form the body of a fat cat, who was lying across several of the haphazardly placed signs.
Rascal tilts his head. This is hardly the weirdest thing he’s seen since he got here. “Well, I don’t know where I am or where to go.”
The cat chuckles to himself as if Rascal had said something funny. “Why, you’re in W.onderland, of course! And you can go any way you like. This way or that way or over there or though there...” Various signs light up as the cat lists off possible directions. “You don’t even know where you’re going. You can’t be lost if you don’t have a destination.”
Hm...Rascal isn’t sure if that makes sense or not, but it doesn’t sound wrong. “Well...I guess I’d like to get out of W.onderland. Do any of these directions go that way?”
“Out?” C.heshire Cat blinks and laughs again. He leans down from his perch, getting closer to Rascal. “Dear boy, the only way out is in.” And when he says that...the inside of his maw lights up for a moment like the signs did.
“No, I don’t want in, I want out,” Rascal corrects. “I’m already in, that’s the problem. That rabbit hole led me here...”
“How can you go out without going in?” C.heshire Cat asks in return. “They’re the same thing, aren’t they? To go in is to go out, and to go out is to go in. You ventured down one tunnel to reach this place, so going down another will take you out of it. Deeper and deeper yet, that’s how the madness of W.onderland works.”
Is that really how it works..? Trying to make any sense of this place is really draining. There’s almost a logic to it but it never feels quite right. This guy is from here so he probably knows what he’s talking about...and even with the strange things he says, he makes more sense than anyone else Rascal has bumped into so far.
“Okay...so I just have to go in...there?” Rascal points to the cat’s grinning mouth, which seems to stretch just a bit wider.
“Going in is going out, so if you’re going to go in anywhere, it may as well be in heeeeeere~” C.heshire Cat’s maw yawns open in front of Rascal, the cat’s head level with his own so he’s able to stare directly into that grinning mouth. Hot breath puffs past Rascal’s face as he looks beyond the drooling tongue and sharp teeth and into the dark abyss beyond.
It doesn’t seem that much different from the rabbit hole he took to get down here...it’s probably safe, right?
After taking a few seconds to think it over, Rascal figures he has no other ideas. Nothing about this place makes a lot of sense so why would he expect the way out to be any more logical? With his indecision resolved, Rascal pushes his hands into C.heshire Cat’s maw.
C.heshire Cat hums softly, resting his paws under his chin as if he were leaning his head on a table despite being in the air. He doesn’t do anything to rush or urge Rascal on, so the raccoon has to take further initiative and push himself deeper. His hands slide over the cat’s squishy tongue and effortlessly squelch into the dark gullet.
Rascal lowers his head down between his arms, staring into the yawning maw before him. His arms have already disappeared inside that dark gullet...the only way to go is deeper. So, he begins to wiggle in more, shoving his face into C.heshire Cat’s maw. A pleased purring rumbles around his head as he worms his way in.
There’s very little resistance for Rascal as he pushes deeper, his head easily accepted into C.heshire Cat’s gullet while his shoulders and chest are starting to wedge into the cat’s maw. As he digs himself deeper, the cat leans down further, keeping it easy for Rascal to dive in. His chest disappears, and then his chubby stomach along with his bag. C.heshire Cat leans down further, letting Rascal’s hips and then thighs disappear as well.
Soon enough, C.heshire Cat is standing on the ground on all fours. His stomach is bulging and sagging down to the ground, squished against it and between his own legs. C.heshire Cat leans his head down further, helpingRascal to shove himself deeper. His knees and then shins are gone. It’s only his feet left, standing on his toes. C.heshire Cat’s tongue slides under them and lifts them up into his maw, with closes with a satisfying click.
GLRK~!
The first and only swallow C.heshire Cat does sounds out, loud and wet. Then he lets out a pleased sigh with a content look on his face. C.heshire Cat looks at his stomach with a soft chuckle. It’s squished against the ground and between his legs, vaguely shaped like the raccoon that was helping to make it.
“And there we have it~” C.heshire Cat purrs, lightly patting his stomach. “You are now out of W.onderland and in my stomach. I hope you find it to be an improvement~”
C.heshire Cat’s stomach shifts slightly, a muffled sound coming from it that almost seems like Rascal speaking. The cat’s ear flickers and he chuckles again. He stretched out before beginning to walk back to the sign post.
“You say you want to come out of my stomach? First you want in, and then you want out, and they say I’m the mad cat here!” He laughs to himself as he slips behind the sign pole, disappearing from sight rather than being seen on the other side as he does.
“Perhaps we'll change it from ‘in’ to ‘on’ then. I think I like that sound of that~” C.heshire Cat laughs, the sound of his voice and his stomach sloshing both fading as his swishing tail disappears behind the signpost as well.
