Part 3: Fievel and Ozzy

Fievel woke up after a long nap. He had been sent back in time by a scientist and had been swallowed whole and traveled through both an ichthyornis and an ophthalmosaurus and come out the other end with their waste products. Now back on land, he planned to begin searching for the time machine to take him back to the present. While the idea of exploring the prehistoric time had seemed great at first, by now he had had enough of it and wanted to get back to his own time as quickly as possible.

He noticed that what he had thought was brush when he had fallen asleep was actually a nest full of eggs. He didn't want to be in a nest as he might be attacked by an angry dinosaur parent.

He also found that he wasn't alone. A Struthiomimus was standing over him. "Ahhhhhhh!" he yelled.
"Not so loud!" Ozzy cried. Too late, his cries had alerted the mother of the eggs, a big spinosaurus, who chased the two of them off. Both of them got away safely.

Fievel rested, panting. That had been really close! He had feared he was going to be eaten a third time.

"I've got to watch where I sleep." he said to himself.

"You're going to need to watch more than that!" Fievel turned around. He looked up to see Ozzy standing over him. "You lost me my breakfast!"

"Sorry."
"'Sorry." is not good enough! You have to make up for it somehow and I think the best way would be if you would be my breakfast."

"Wait, no!" Fievel pleaded.

Before he could react, Ozzy had seized him. "I think I'll add a little flavor to you before swallowing you." the egg thief cackled.

He picked some berries, squeezed them, and rolled Fievel around in the juice until his whole body was coated in it. He then quickly shoved the mouse into his mouth. He began to suck on him.

"Let me go!" Fievel shouted. Ozzy, however, ignored him. He moved Fievel around in his mouth, sucking on him with his gums. Fievel stuck his feet out of Ozzy's mouth and crossed his legs, trying to prevent himself being swallowed. Ozzy yanked on his feet with his lips until Fievel's socks and shoes came off. At first he was alarmed, not knowing what socks and shoes were, but he soon assumed it was just shedded fur and swallowed them. Fievel watched helplessly as they moved past him on their way down the throat and to the stomach. Now his feet were bare.

Ozzy's tongue began to lap at Fievel's bare feet, causing him to laugh. Fievel resisted the best he could, even continuing to resist after he'd laughed so hard that he had peed himself. Finally, however, the tickling became too much and he moved his feet involuntarily, allowing Ozzy to fully push his feet into his mouth. Then, with a big swallow, Ozzy sent him down the throat and into his stomach.

Fievel didn't want to end up in a stomach again, so he tried to stop his progress down the throat. Unfortunately for him, there was water nearby, so Ozzy easily jarred him loose by drinking some of it, sending him down into his stomach. Fievel quickly began looking for the entrance to the small intestine and soon found it. However, he found it much harder to open than Ichy's had been.

"You were a good appetizer, but I still want eggs for breakfast." Ozzy said. Ozzy scouted and found a nest of 12 eggs. Fievel could only look on helplessly as the contents of these dozen eggs went down Ozzy's throat and splattered him in the stomach. Fievel was pelted with sticky egg yoke as well as some egg shells that the struthiomimus had ingested with his breakfast of eggs. The rodent then was doused by water as Ozzy drank to wash down his meal.

Over the next several hours, Fievel labored in vain to try and pry open the pyloric sphincter. Luckily for him, digestion hadn't begun yet. He was getting closer and closer to getting into the small intestine, but it thus far had been too difficult to hold the opening open long enough to squeeze through. His efforts were interrupted by the arrival of six more eggs, which Ozzy had found for his lunch.

It was an hour after Ozzy had eaten lunch that Fievel began to hear growling sounds around him. Having been in a stomach before, he knew what they portended. "Don't digest me!" he pleaded.
"Sorry kid, you're just meat now." Ozzy laughed, giving his stomach a rub.
"Please, I'm j-j-just a kid!" he stammered.
"You think I care? I eat eggs for every meal!"

Acid began to trickle into the stomach and Fievel could feel the organ move as it began to contract as digestion began. Thankfully the contractions weren't severe, yet, and thankfully his clothes provided some shield to the acid. However, after five mninutes, his body was starting to feel sore from all the contractions and his skin began to itch as the acid found its way through his clothes and had begun to singe off his fur.

Five hours later, as Ozzy began to eat dinner, six eggs, there were many bald patches on his fur as it had been burned off by the acid and now lay on the floor of the stomach. His skin was really itching now and he struggled not to spend all of his efforts on itching it, instead of prying open the pyloric sphinchter. Even the addition of six eggs into the stomach didn't faze him as he knew his peril of being turned into poop and bones if he didn't find a way out of the stomach.

Two hours later, as night fell, he again pleaded with Ozzy "Don't go to sleep! Spit me up!"
"Have pleasant dreams. Good night." Ozzy cackled before going to sleep.
By now, all of his fur had been burned off and the acid was now wearing at his bare skin. Blisters were beginning to form. However, he'd nearly gotten the pyloric sphincter open, though he was very tired. He knew he'd soon wear out and then he'd be doomed to be digested alive. With a surge of adrenaline, he pushed and pulled at the entrance to the small intestine with both his arms and even his legs. He opened up a gap and, using the rest of his energy, squeezed through. However, in escaping the stomach, he'd lost his shoes, which remained in the stomach. He could get them later after Ozzy had a bowel movement. Right now, he really needed to rest as he'd worn himself out, and having ensured that he'd avoided certain death, could afford to.

Despite his exhaustion, the annoyances of the villi in Ozzy's small intestine ensured that Fievel only obtained four hours of sleep before the tugging woke him up. When he awoke, he could feel the villi tickling his feet. He soon remembered that he'd lost his shoes in the stomach. He hoped that the digestion wouldn't ruin them. He didn't want to have to walk barefoot all the way back to the time machine.

The trip through the small intestine wasn't pleasant. In addition to having to breath in the putrid air of Ozzy's bowels, his feet were mercilessly tickled so that, by the time he had reached the end of the small intestine nine hours later, he had peed himself eight times, having laughed so hard from the tickling that he'd lost control of his bladder. He was glad when he was pushed into the colon, even if he knew it would stink more from feces.

While the large intestine didn't have the villi that tickled his feet like the small intestine did, it did have feces on the wall and around him that pushed against him. Especially unpleasant was the feeling of feces against his bare feet. And worse still, there seemed to be more waste than he had recalled inside of Ichy and Mo. This he had to ride in for the next eight hours. Finally, he reached the rectum. Like with Mo, it looked like the he wouldn't be dumped into the cloaca. However, he struggled to stay above the mound of feces that kept falling on him. He was getting weak now from lack of food and water, only daring to drink and eat as much water and food as Ichy, Mo, and Ozzy had ingested as he could stomach to avoid extreme thirst and hunger. After an hour in the rectum, he began to hear farting sounds below him and the chamber began to move. While he was glad he would get out early, he knew that his shoes couldn't have caught up to him yet, meaning that after he was excreted, he would have to follow Ozzy around, undetected, and wait for him to have another bowel movement in order to retrieve them.

He was spared from this inconvenience, however, by another inconvenience: constipation. Ozzy couldn't manage to pass his stools as they were too hard. He would be forced to eat green. Unlike his brother Strut, with whom he had parted ways over his refusal to eat eggs, Ozzy really didn't care for green food. Still, it helped with hard bowels.

Fievel, therefore, had to wait two more days until Ozzy's bowels were soft enough to be passed. This allowed Fievel's shoes to reach the large intestine as well. Two days later, Fievel, who had begun to feel that he couldn't hold off on barfing much longer, finally heard the telltale sounds of defecation. Ozzy, having eaten all of the eggs in a nest, had decided to relieve himself and leave a different sort of egg, as he often did to nesting parents as a cruel prank. He squatted, his tail raised out of the way of his cloaca, bending over the nest, his rear poised over it.

Ozzy grunted as he pushed out his large amount of solid waste. He hated when he got constipated as it meant he would need to take longer to defecate, running a greater risk of being discovered by the parents of the eggs. He felt something really hard coming out a minute into his defecation, no doubt the bones of the rodent he'd ingested, and pushed them out with a strong UNNNNH. He then emptied out the rest of his poop, making big piles of round black and brown "eggs" for the parents to return too. He then voided three-quarters of a gallon of urine into the nest, emptying his bladder. He then seized some nearby leaves to wipe his cloaca clean and then walked away. Fievel, meanwhile, soon escaped from the waste he had been encased him. However, he couldn't leave just yet. Ignoring the hoards of flies buzzing around Ozzy's excrement, he dug through each pile of Ozzy's poop until he had retrieved both of his shoes. These he cleaned the poop out of and washed in a nearby stream, along with his clothes and body. He decided to find something to eat and drink, feeling famished, before he would dare to venture to look for the time machine. After all, so far, his luck had been bad and he wanted to be his strongest before facing off against more potential predators.

To Be Continued