Voretober 2022 - RAGE

Dan was laying on his bed when he heard a knock at his door. Without actually looking over from his phone, he shouted, “Come in!”

His roommate, Rave, opened the door. She was a short and stout panda bear, with dyed pink fringes and wearing a t-shirt of some band Dan didn’t actually know. Dan himself was a similarly short tabby cat, but not portly. He was also wearing a t-shirt of some show Rave didn’t know. Rave stood in the doorway and said, “Hey. Do you want to join me for some Halo? Had kind of a shitty day at work and wanna cool off.”

Dan finally looked down from his phone at her. “Are you sure that is gonna make you cool off?”

“Don’t give me shit. You wanna play or not?”

He finally swung his legs off the bed and said, “Wellllll, I guess I’m not doing anything. I’m down to help you ‘cool off’.” Rave just groaned and walked away as his face turned into that stupid, mischievous grin he often had. He had a habit of being annoying, but she didn’t want to play alone. That would be a surefire way to ruin her evening too. Her other friend and roommate wasn’t home to play either, so she’d have to deal with Dan.

She walked into the living room and turned on the console while Dan took his sweet time leaving his room. Controllers out, soda acquired, ass firmly seated on the couch; it was time to game. By the time she got to the main menu, Dan finally strolled into the living room too and took a seat next to her. “What we playin’ today?” He asked. “Event? Ranked? Fiesta?”

“No. No. No. All of those are just going to get on my nerves. We’ll just do some normal rounds of slayer.”

Dan shrugged. He was down to play anything, but he could guess that Rave was going to get angry regardless of what they played. And so she did. She stayed relatively calm and focused on the match throughout most of the game. But later, when she was killed by someone she didn’t see, she hissed “Come on.” When it happened the second time she growled, “Come the FUCK on.” They fortunately won that one, but the anger was still there.

Her friend reminded her of that win, but Rave just silently ignored it as they queued into the next game. Rave wasn’t performing as well throughout most of it. However, what really got her riled was when one of their random teammates decided to pipe in with, “Yo can RAVEnous stop eating bullets like candy? Damn.” Dan let out a stifled laugh and he had to cover his muzzle to keep himself from going further. Rave shot him a deadly look, but he resisted dropping dead. As the round ended, they maintained peace through silence.

Rave was determined to relax despite other random players. Even if her shithead friend couldn’t help himself. Between gritted teeth she said, “I’ll try one more.”

“Aw, not having fun losing?” Dan said with a playful bit of tongue hanging out between his lips.

“Dan, I swear to GOD if you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m gonna make you.”

Dan just rolled his eyes. “Just queue us for the next one. I’ve been going pretty positive, but I’ll try to carry harder.”

So they did. When Rave saw the map pop into existence she immediately sighed, “THIS fucking map...” Off to a bad start already, she proceeded to not get a single kill for ten deaths. When she finally did get one, it didn’t help her feel any better. If anything it just pissed her off more that she was doing so badly.

But then, one of their randoms got on the microphone to say, “Jesus fucking christ, I didn’t even realize we had a fourth. Congrats on baby’s first kill, have you tried clicking on their heads? It works pretty well for me. You might manage to get a second kill this game.”

He went on and on, but as much as that was stirring up rage, what really got her was Dan. He started cackling halfway through the tirade of insults, unable to stop himself this time and just genuinely enjoying the roast. Unfortunately for him, Rave was very much not. And she wasn’t the type to turn into a screaming mess, but she was the type to deal with her problems through other ways.

Dan was doubled over in laughter when Rave’s mouth descended over his head. He stopped instantly, though it was too late. Her teeth scraped roughly on his arms as her gullet started pulling him deeper. There was no pleasure for her in it. She just wanted to, at least temporarily, get rid of the cat. He was quickly filling up her small middle, riding up her shirt and expanding her belly onto the rest of the couch.

As startled as he was, Dan wasn’t exactly scared. He knew Rave had certain... dietary habits. He just didn’t expect to be on the receiving end of them, especially for laughing at a joke. Well, they were really just insults, but still. Now he was getting crammed into a tight, hot, and wet stomach. His fur was already pretty matted, from above, but he definitely didn’t appreciate the new sac. As he got settled he shouted, “Aw come on Rave, it was a joke!”

Rave gulped down the last of his tail and then let out a loud BEEEEELLLCH. Then she smacked her stomach and said, “Well I’m not fucking laughing!”

Dan started squirming and pushing her stomach walls as he said, “Yeah well, I’m not laughing anymore either! Let me out of your gross belly now.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose as she said, “No. I’m going to take a stress nap, YOU can stay right where you are.”

Dan’s blood ran cold as she said that. “H-Hey, you’re not going to digest me over a little joke, right? I’m your roommate!”

“Dan, if you don’t shut the fuck up, I’ll digest you NOW.”

He did stay silent for a minute or so while she got up, turned off the console, laid back on the couch, and started to nod off. Then he meekly said, “Did you set an alarm or something...? I have your controller in here still...”

She was already asleep. Rage had a way of knocking her out, and she wasn’t the kind to wake up easily when she napped. Dan didn’t want to risk it either, as much as he hated waiting inside her stomach. There was some liquid pooling below him and quiet gurgling all around him, but he could survive long enough, right? Better than being instantly mulched into panda food. He wished he had his phone with him.

After a while, he wasn’t sure how long exactly, he caught himself nodding off. He wasn’t sure how dangerous that would be, but it must’ve meant he’d already been there for some time. The liquid was higher now, halfway up his body. He decided to try and stretch inside her, although he still didn’t want to wake her. At least, not until he noticed the way his arms were dripping down onto his legs.

In fact, his whole body was dripping, and not from sweat or other bodily fluids. It was himself. He was melting like butter. He started trying to actually wake up Rave from inside, but the most he could get out of her was a loud snore. Not to mention her stomach seemed to be getting more active as he fought it. His only hope was she would wake up on her own eventually or that their third roommate would come home. If it wasn’t already too late for him to come out, that was.

Trace finally came home. Her day at work went on too long, but she was glad to be home. “Hey guys, I’m-- Oh.” The first thing she saw was Rave passed out on the couch. Probably had a bad day, she guessed. That would explain why she didn’t answer her texts about grabbing something for dinner. She put down her stuff and continued to Dan’s room, though the door was open and he was nowhere to be seen. His phone was even still charging. Nobody was in the bathroom.

She walked back out to the living room and started stirring Rave. “Hey. Rave, do you know where Dan is? He left his phone behind.”

Rave cracked an eye, though things were too bright for her and her head was still pounding from earlier. “How the fuck am I supposed to know?” she simply said as she struggled to sit upright.

“Well, I thought you might’ve seen him earlier when you got home, but...” Trace stood there, looking in the direction of his room and trying to figure out where he might’ve gone.

“All I did was play some games and--” The feeling of heartburn rose in her chest. No, something was coming up. She let out another loud bOOOurrrp. As she did, a controller flew from her gullet, half-melted.

They both just stared at the controller on the ground for a few moments before Rave, for once not entirely angry, bashfully said, “Uh... oops. I guess I do know where he is.” Trace didn’t even know what to say, but Rave picked up the controller and inspected it. Still covered with spittle and some cat hair, and thoroughly destroyed. “Damn... That fucker. This controller cost sixty dollars.”