Chapter 1: Fievel and Ichy Chapter Text Fievel Mouskewitz headed to the Institute of Science in Manhattan with his family. "I'm worried I'm going to be bored." Fievel protested. "Cut it out Fievel. This is a very important place and it cost me a whole day's wages to get into here. You're not going to screw it up for the family. Is that understood?" Papa Mouskewitz said firmly. Fievel nodded. HIs father may be gentle in nature but when he was stern, you knew not to argue with him. "Good, now let's get going. We have too much to see to be out here arguing."
Fievel went inside and spent the next several hours traversing the place with his family. After lunch, Fievel found something that was actually interesting to him and inadvertently was left behind by his family. While searching for them, he was seized by a human, the building being actually a human science institute that had a smaller mouse science institute within it. The man took him through a door and into a lab. "This mouse will make an excellent test subject." he said. He put Fievel into a time machine and pushed a few buttons. Fievel tried to escape through a crevice but the time machine whirred into life and transported itself back several million years before he could act. When he stepped outside, he found that he was in a misty wilderness, certainly not the science institute.
"Where am I?" Fievel asked himself. As he saw a pterodactyl move overhead, he realized with horror that somehow he'd been transported back in time to the time of the dinosaurs. He was about to head back to the time machine to head back to his own time when he realized that it would be a terrible shame, almost sinful, to be the first creature to time travel to the time of the dinosaurs and not explore anything. Imagine what he could find to advance the cause of science!
When Fievel was a mile from the time machine, he had seen several interesting creatures and plants. He'd seen a T-rex (who luckily hadn't seen him). He'd seen a pack of pterosaurs fly overhead. He'd seen trees taller than he'd ever seen in his life. Unfortunately for Fievel, he was being seen as well.
Ichy, an ichthyornis, looked down at him from a tree. His stomach rumbled. He hadn't eaten in a while and this unfortunate rodent looked like a good snack. Ichy had never seen such a creature as him before, dressed in clothes. Perhaps he'd talk to him first before eating him.
"Hello there." Ichy said casually, flying down to land beside him.
"Hello. What are you?" Fievel asked. "I'm Ichy the ichthyornis, sometimes called a sharp beak." "Ichy what?" "Ichthyornis." "Weird name." "What's your name by the way and what are you supposed to be?" "I'm Fievel Mouskewitz. I'm just a mouse. I'm actually from the future and time traveled to the past." "Time traveled eh?" Ichy said. What tall tales this kid was telling. Still, he seemed to be otherworldly. Perhaps he was more evolved and not from nearby. "Yep. I've come here to explore." "I've got something for you to explore." Ichy said smugly. "My belly!" Before Fievel could react, he seized him with his talons and then tossed him up in the air. Ichy opened his mouth as Fievel came down, causing him to land in his open beak headfirst.
Ichy began to move Fievel into his mouth. The mouse flinched as Ichy's tongue lapped at his right ear.
Soon, Ichy had Fievel's entire head inside of his mouth. Fievel could feel Ichy's wet tongue pressing against the back of his head.
Ichy continued to move him further in until half his body was in. He struggled, but Ichy stopped the moving of his hands by pinning him to the side of his mouth with his tongue.
Fievel had tried to seize Ichy's tongue but the predator had been too quick, slamming his tongue into the rodent and hindering his resistance.
Ichy tilted his head back, allowing gravity to move the rest of Fievel inside of his mouth. Once the mouse was fully inside, Ichy snapped his jaw shut and began to suck on the rodent. SCHLUCK! SCHLUCK! SCHLUCK! SCHLUCK!
"Cut it out!" Fievel cried. SCHLUCK! SCHLUCK! SCHLUCK! SCHLUCK! Ichy continued to suck on him, coating him in saliva.
After Ichy had sucked on him for a while, soaking him in saliva, he began to move the mouse with his tongue toward the back of his throat.
"No!" Fievel pleaded. However, Ichy's tongue continued to move him, until his head had moved underneath his uvula and into the throat.
Ichy moved him forward until half of his body was in the throat. He struggled helplessly, unable to fight back against being swallowed.
Without a warning, Ichy tilted his head back and swallowed hard. GULLLLLLLLLLLLLPPPPP! "NOOOOOO!" Fievel yelled as he was pitched headlong into the throat and began to be pulled downward by peristalsis.
He made a bulge as he went down the throat. Soon, he fell through the lower esophageal sphincter and landed in the stomach, which was mercifully void of stomach acid. Ichy looked down at his belly to see a distended lump. He licked his lips.
"Normally, I'd chew you up before swallowing you" Ichy began, "but I thought it would be more amusing to swallow you whole and see how well such an 'evolved' creature as yourself can manage inside my stomach." Fievel pressed as hard as he could against Ichy's stomach. However, he was unable to break through the tough muscular wall nor was he able to upset Ichy's stomach enough to make him vomit him up. "Let me out! Please!" Fievel begged, continuing to pound on the stomach walls. "Not till I'm done digesting you." Ichy replied, patting his stomach with his wings. "What does digesting mean?" Fievel asked. "Looks like you're going to find out firsthand." Ichy cackled, continuing to rub and massage the distended bulge in his belly that was Fievel.
"How long till I get digested?" Fievel inquired. While he didn't know what the word "digested" meant, he knew enough to know that being digested wasn't a good thing. "I'd say about a day in the stomach and up to three days from swallowing to exiting." Ichy said. "But it doesn't matter for you. You won't be making it past the first day in the stomach." Fievel was even more worried now. Not only was he inside a predator's belly, the last place in the world he ever wanted to be, but he had, at most, 24 hours to live before something called "digested" happened to him. He had to find some way out of the belly before then.
"Now, you were a pleasant appetizer, but I still am hungry and think I'll have the main course now." Ichy said. Fievel could feel him move as he took flight, searching for more food to eat. Ichy soon landed in a stream. As his species name, ichthyornis, implied, fish was his favorite food.
He soon had caught several fish and began to greedily devour them, chewing them up and the swallowing them.
Fish began to pelt Fievel in the stomach. He tried to push it off but more continued to land on him. Eventually, Ichy finished. "Now to have some water to wash this meal down." he said. He then began to drink water, dousing Fievel in his stomach.
The stomach began to shake around him as a belly began to rumble. ERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPP! Ichy belched, causing the stomach to clench tightly around the mouse and expel the air upwards. Before Fievel could pass out from lack of air, Ichy breathed in a bunch, filling the stomach back up with air.
"Can't have you dying just yet. That would be no fun." Ichy cackled.
Over the next several hours, Fievel struggled in vain to escape the confines of Ichy's stomach. He tried to climb up the walls, one time even reaching the valve at the top. However, as he tried to pry it open, Ichy swallowed saliva, which hit him and knocked him back down. It was clear he had no hope of getting back up the throat. But how else could he escape the stomach? There had to be some way, unless Ichy was going to throw him up after digesting him, though Ichy had said that there would be two days that he would be digested even after leaving the stomach. Surely there had to be another way that the food went beside the throat in order to leave and exit Ichy. The question was, where?
Fifteen minutes later, Fievel's search was interrupted by the arrival of more food. It was dinner time now and Ichy was eating again. More fish, plus two lizards that Ichy had hunted, entered into the stomach, broken into chunks. Fievel was now coated in two of Ichy's meals. "Let me out you big bully!" Fievel cried. "Nope, my belly won't be happy unless you're digested. That was the whole point of eating you." After Ichy had eaten his fill, and again doused Fievel as he drank water, Fievel resumed his search for a way out. Some hours later, he still hadn't found anything. He was starting to grow tired yet he knew he couldn't afford to rest. The digestion could start soon and then he'd be in trouble.
Soon, the stomach began to growl. "What's going on?" Fievel asked. "Sounds like the digestion is beginning. It's getting late so I'm going to go to sleep. Let's see if you're still alive in the morning." As acid came in, some of it hit Fievel, singeing him. Now he knew what the digestion was going to do. He couldn't die this slow and painful way! He ran around the stomach in a panic, greatly worried for his own survival. He slipped on some of the meat chunks and fell down. As he got up, he saw on the floor of the stomach the entrance to the small intestine. He didn't know what it would lead but it, hopefully, would lead him away from certain death. He pushed and pulled on the pyloric sphincter, trying his best to open it as more and more acid entered the stomach. The stomach started to clench, squeezing against him. He had to get out of here!
Finally, using the rest of his strength, he opened it and squeezed his body through. Some of the food in Ichy's stomach exited along with him. He collapsed as he entered the duodenum. Exhausted, he fell asleep.
His sleep didn't last long, however. Soon, he was awakened as something began to pull at him. "What?" he gasped sleepily, looking around. It took him a while to orient himself and realize that he was still inside of Ichy. The villi on the walls of the small intestine had begun to pull at him, trying to absorb him. He was too big of course, but that didn't stop them from trying anyway.
He didn't know where he was going to exit Ichy. Certainly not the mouth from the looks of it. This part of the predator's body was tighter than the stomach had been. Like in the stomach, he could hear the breathing of Ichy's lungs and the beating of his heart. He could hear the stomach gurgling above him as it digested the ichthyornis' meal and he was grateful to not still be in there. As the small intestine twisted and curved, Fievel realized that he was going to be in here for quite a while and di his best to try and fall back asleep. Despite the pulling of the villi, he was exhausted enough that he slept for five hours.
When he awoke this time, he could tell that he was further along in Ichy. The gurgling of the stomach was fainter. The poking of the villi had caused him to have horrible nightmares that he had fallen overboard at sea and was being attacked by giant squids.
He sat in silence for two hours. Then, he could feel Ichy stir. Ichy felt his stomach and noted the absence of movement. "Guess you didn't even last the night. Evolved my cloaca!" Ichy cackled, patting his stomach. Fievel wondered what a cloaca was. It was a word that he had never heard before. "And speaking of cloaca," Ichy said to himself "I think I'll go empty mine." He emptied out typically once every 24 hours, unless he had diarrhea. He bent down into a squat.
Gas zoomed past Fievel. Since he was in the small intestine, its odor wasn't as foul as it would have been in the colon. He could hear what sounded like farting below him. What was going on? Ichy finished emptying his cloaca, leaving a pile of solid and liquid waste on the ground. His cloaca stored both his liquid and solid wastes until he was ready to void it out of his vent (which also was sometimes called a cloaca as well). After Ichy was done wiping himself, he set off to find breakfast. Fievel, meanwhile, wondered what a cloaca was. It sounded like it got full of stuff which Ichy needed to empty. And it sounded like it was somewhere below him in Ichy's body. What direction exactly he wasn't sure, owing to the twisting and turning of Ichy's bowels. Half an hour later, as he wondered what a cloaca could be, he drifted off to sleep once more.
When he awoke again, Fievel could tell that he was finally nearing the end of Ichy's small intestine. Firstly, he noticed that the villi, so prevalent when he had entered the duodenum, were now fewer and more spaced out now that he was in the ilium. Second, he noticed that the gurgling of Ichy's stomach was more far distant and he could now barely hear the beating of his heart and the sound of breathing from his lungs. Third, the food had become a different and composition than it had been when it had first entered the small intestine hours earlier. It had been many colors when it first entered but was now mostly a greyish color and far more stinky than when it had first entered his bowels. Fourth, the gas, which moved through his bowels from time to time on its way to exit out the cloaca, was worse smelling the deeper and deeper he went.
Though it was hard to say for sure, he figured he'd been inside of Ichy about a full day. And he feared, from what Ichy had said earlier, that it might take him another day still before he reached the "exit" Ichy was talking about. Where might this "exit" be? he wondered to himself.
He approached a valve at the end of the small intestine. "Maybe this is the exit." Fievel said hopefully. However, after being squeezed through it, he quickly saw that he had been wrong in that assumption. If he thought his education in the dinosaur digestive system was uncomfortable from being in the stomach and small intestine, it was nothing compared to what he would experience as he came into the large intestine.
Fievel could see that this chamber was roomier than the small intestine had been. He also quickly noticed that the smell was far worse than it had been in the small intestine as well. The cecum had hardly any villi at all. What could this part of the dinosaur's body do? PHHHHHHHBT! Gas went past him. He wondered why there was so much gas in here. Fievel noticed that the awful smell seemed to be coming from Ichy's leftover food that had remained undigested. With horror, he realized that it was poop. That also explained the presence of all the gas. It was farts that were going past him!
Now he knew where the "exit" was that Ichy had been talking about. This passage must lead to Ichy's anus. Fievel had often wondered where the poop that came out of his anus came from. Now he knew. He wondered what it would feel like to be pooped out a butt.
The stench grew worse the further into the colon he went. After he left behind the cecum, the stench was so strong that he now held his nose. While he may have been able to lessen the discomfort the smell of the feces did to him, he had less control over what the poop itself did to him. As water was removed from the waste by the colon, it began to harden around Fievel. The mouse kept kicking it off of him so that he wouldn't be encased in it, but more and more kept pressing against him.
Fievel realized that he should feel fortunate. If he had stayed in the stomach, he would no doubt have been reduced to the stink pile of waste around him, nothing but dinosaur bird poop and bones. Still, grateful for riding in rather than being poop or not, he was certain that he'd been needing a nice long bath, clothes and all, once he got pooped out of Ichy's butt and before he used the time machine to return to the present.
He sat in silence, or near silence, only disturbed by the squelch of poop as it pressed against the tunnel walls or against Fievel, and by the occasional fart as it zoomed past toward the cloaca to exit Ichy's vent. After five hours of this, he hoped he wouldn't have to wait much longer. He had already been inside Ichy about 30 hours, he reckoned, though, without the sun and moon, and with no watch, he couldn't be certain. The trip certainly seemed to be going quicker than Ichy had said would take to travel his digestive system, even taking into account the time he had shaved off by exiting the stomach early.
As Fievel neared the end of Ichy's large intestine, the tunnel began to shake. Several farts moved past him. "What's going on?" Fievel wondered aloud. As it turned out, Ichy's cloaca was full and he was having a bowel movement. He had stopped to squat down, solid and liquid waste spilling out of his cloaca and onto the ground. Fievel was moved forward and soon landed in the cloaca. As he entered the cloaca, his hat flew off of him. It landed on top of the vent and was excreted out. However, just before Fievel could reach the vent and be pooped out as well, it sealed shut as Ichy finished defecating. "No!" Fievel moaned.
Ichy, meanwhile, having finished wiping his cloacal vent cloaca, looked down at his waste, having felt the hat come out. He had thought that Fievel's clothes and hat had been part of his fur. As such, he assumed that somehow this part of the creature's body had escaped digestion. The creature had had this upon its head. Perhaps he could wear it too. After washing off the shit-stained hat, Ichy put it upon his head. Though not nearly as good a fit as it had been for Fievel, it felt cozy upon his head. "I think I'll keep this." Ichy said to himself.
Fievel looked around inside of Ichy's cloaca. This couldn't be the same as his anus or rectum for it had two holes that fed into it. One dropped in grey solid waste and the other one dropped in whitish semi-solid liquid waste from Ichy's kidneys. Furthermore, Fievel could see Ichy's penis nestled in the corner of Ichy's cloaca. Fievel's own penis was located on the outside of his body and he'd never heard of a creature having it inside before. He felt an urge to bite it, to pay Ichy back for the misery he caused him by putting him through his digestive tract. However, he knew that biting it would alert Ichy to him still being alive and that any short term pleasure he'd get from it would pale in comparison to the consequences he'd receive from the angry ichthyornis when Ichy pooped him out.
He quickly realized that this must be the "cloaca" Ichy was talking about. Ichy had pooped when he had emptied it the previous day. And it looked like he was going to be spending a while inside of it.
He waited as the hours went slowly by, getting more waste dumped on him from the colon and from Ichy's kidneys. Worse, Ichy had eaten spicy food. He liked it, even though he knew it gave him gas. He figured it was worth it. However worth it it was to Ichy, however, it certainly wasn't to Fievel, who had to deal with the symphony of farts as several PHHHHBTS! went by him. He was glad when Ichy stopped passing gas. Finally, after nearly 18 hours inside of Ichy's cloaca, he fell asleep.
He awoke six hours later. Fievel had now been inside of Ichy's cloaca for a full 24 hours. His clothes were heavily soiled by the greyish solid waste from his colon and from the whitish semi-solid liquid waste from his kidneys. PHHHHHBT! Gas moved past him once more as it exited out the vent. Fievel sighed. He couldn't wait to be pooped out and get out of the dinosaur bird's body. Luckily, he wouldn't have to much longer. Ichy, feeling that his cloaca was full, flew up to a tree. He moved his vent over a big hollow spot in the trunk to use as a toilet.
PHHHHBT! PFFFFT! BRRRRRT! A large quantity of gas shot past Fievel as Ichy began to defecate. The waste that was in front of Fievel exited the cloaca and fell down into the hollow below. Fievel came nearer and nearer to the inner ring of the vent. Fievel braced himself as he was pushed up against Ichy's vent.
Ichy, meanwhile, felt a large object pressing against his vent. He figured that it was the bones and fur of Fievel and began to grunt hard. UNNNNNH! UNNNNNNH! UNNNNH! Fievel was repeatedly rammed against Ichy's cloacal vent. UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNH! Ichy grunted hard, pushing Fievel halfway out of his vent. He was now hanging upside down from Ichy's cloaca with half his body inside of Ichy and half out. It felt good to be in the clean air again after days inside of Ichy's interior. UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHH! Finally, with a powerful grunt, Ichy squeezed him out and he fell into the hole below.
However, Ichy was far from finished relieving himself. So Fievel could only look up helplessly as more solid and liquid waste came out of Ichy's gaping cloaca above and fell down and splattered him. PWICA! PWICA! PWICA! More grey solid waste came out of the open vent above and landed on Fievel with a SPLAT. SPLORT! SPLORT! SPLORT! Semi-solid white liquid waste splashed onto Fievel as it spilled out of Ichy's cloaca as he continued to relieve himself.
Ichy continued to empty out the rest of his waste until his rectum and kidneys were fully voided. Then, he grabbed some leaves from the tree and used them to wipe his cloaca clean. Flies hovered near Fievel, gorging themselves on Ichy's waste. The mouse, however, ignored them. He climbed up the pile of waste, which luckily was high enough for him to escape the hollow. Ichy was some distance away resting on a branch and was about to take off. Fievel could see that Ichy was wearing his hat. Though he knew it was risky, he didn't want to leave it behind if he could help it. So, as silently as he could, he leapt through the air and grabbed onto the hat. Ichy noticed him as he made impact, but Fievel quickly pulled the loose-fitting hat off of Ichy and dove away, falling several feet. Luckily, the tree Ichy had been in stood beside water, so Fievel landed with a splash rather than a splat.
"How the hell did he survive?" Ichy wondered aloud. Perhaps he was more evolved than Ichy had cared to admit. There was no point in going after a creature that could survive digestion. Ichy just hoped that there weren't many more of his kind around. Otherwise they'd come to displace the dinosaurs if they continued to evolve like this. He flew off, looking for something else less evolved to go eat.
Fievel, meanwhile, struggled to stay afloat. Luckily for him, he soon found a branch that he could cling to before his arms grew too tired from swimming. Unluckily for him, the current was carrying him further and further away from shore. It looked like it would be a while before he would be able to get back to the time machine and make it send him back to his own time.
To Be Continued
Re: Fievel's Misadventures in the Land Before Time
This wasn't at all how Fievel had hoped things would turn out. He had decided to explore the prehistoric world, having been sent to the past by a scientist, rather than taking the time machine back to the present. It hadn't taken long, however, for him to be spotted by a predator. Ichy, an ichthyornis, had swallowed him whole and tried to digest him alive. However, he'd found the entrance to the small intestine and escaped before he could be digested. Then he had the displeasure of traveling through the dinosaur bird's digestive tract and being excreted out of his cloaca. As Ichy had taken his hat, which he had excreted a day before excreting Fievel, Fievel had jumped and seized it. While he had retrieved his hat and escaped Ichy, he now found himself struggling to stay afloat at sea.
At least one good thing about being in water was that it would help wash him off, something he direly needed after being inside Ichy for about 60 hours, 24 of which were just in the cloaca alone, getting covered in ingested food, feces, and semi-solid urine. His body and clothes were covered in the filth and stank horribly. The salt water helped mask a lot of that scent. However, he wouldn't have chosen this means of bathing of his own free will, as he struggled to stay afloat, going under and resurfacing many times.
Thankfully, before he reached the point where he would have overly exhausted himself and been in danger of sinking beneath the water for good, he encounter a large branch which had been blown into the sea and which thankfully moved into his direction, enabling him to grab it and give his tired arms a rest. He had no idea how he would get back to the time machine and began to worry if he would last long in this time period if he was never able to find it again.
"Think positive Fievel," he said to himself. "You could be drowned, or, even worse, digested alive and left as dinosaur bird poop and bones."
Fievel saw something up ahead in the water. It looked like a yellow dolphin. Maybe the creature could help him. "Hey, over here!" he cried out, trying to signal it. "Helloooo there!" the creature's voice trilled. "Help, I'm stranded out here!" "Mo can see that." "Help me Mo!" As Mo saw him, he replied "Mo hungry. Things your size usually go down my throat. And Mo still in need of dessert." "No, wait!" Fievel pleaded.
Before he could react, the Ophthalmosaurus captured him with his mouth, sucked on him for a while, then send him hurtling down his throat with a powerful gulp.
As Fievel fell into Mo's stomach, he realized that the situation was quite different from when he had first entered Ichy's stomach. While Ichy's stomach had been free of stomach acid, Mo's stomach was full of it as it was in the height of digestion.
As soon as he landed in the acid, his skin began to itch from the burns. Worse, the walls of the stomach were contracting against him. He couldn't believe his bad luck. It looked like he had avoiding being prehistoric dinosaur bird poop only to become prehistoric dolphin poop instead.
Mo, feeling Fievel squirm inside of his stomach, gave his belly a pat. That creature wouldn't last long. It being past sunset by this point, Mo settled into some weeds to sleep for the night. Fievel, however, was in no mood to go to sleep.
Being digested alive, what a terrible way to die! he thought miserably. He stared at some bones in Mo's stomach, realizing that that would soon be him. "Why me?" he began to sob.
As he began to despair, however, the stomach began to drain. Mo's stomach had started digestion nearly 14 hours previously. Thus Fievel had come in right near the end of the process. Thus he would avoid death in the stomach. However, Fievel knew that, in order to get out of Mo, once more he would be pooped out of a butt.
As he entered the ichthyosaur's small intestine, he soon began to feel the increasingly familiar sensation of villi tugging at him. He sighed. It was going to be a long trip. He waited several hours, slowly making his way through Mo's bowels. Because the Ophthalmosaurus was considerably larger than Ichy had been, the trip took far longer this time around.
Mo's small intestine was roomier than Ichy's had been, but the villi were also more numerous and thus more annoying. After spending 14 hours in the small intestine, he finally entered the colon.
The stench in Mo's colon was worse than it had been in Ichy's colon, for Mo was larger. Luckily for Fievel, Mo didn't fart as much as Ichy, but, being bigger, his farts were naturally worse smelling when he did.
He spent seven hours traveling through Mo's large intestine, getting covered in brown and yellow feces. By the time he reached the rectum, he was nearly encased in it.
It seemed to Fievel that Mo, unlike Ichy, may have anatomy similar to a mammal like himself. However, when he heard Mo pee and urine rush by on the other side of his anus, he realized that Mo, like Ichy must have a cloaca, but, unlike Ichy, must have the urine and feces kept separate and out of the cloaca until the time of expulsion of waste.
As Mo had pooped three hours previously, Fievel had to wait 30 hours till Mo's rectum was full enough to trigger the urge to defecate. In the meantime, Fievel came to realize that he had to free himself as much as possible from the feces encasing him, as Mo would likely defecate underwater, and he needed to free himself as quickly as possible and get to the surface, or else he'd drown. It was tiring work but by the time he began to hear many farts zooming past, indicating that Mo was about to defecate, he had mostly freed himself.
Mo, meanwhile, lifted his rear fin out of the way of his cloaca and began to push. Fievel was squeezed through his anus and into his cloaca. As he neared the vent he was hit with urine. The combined urine and feces exited Mo's cloaca along with Fievel. Bubbles formed in the water as gas and waste continued to exit Mo's body. Luckily, Mo was too busy relieving himself to see Fievel break free of the waste and make his way to the surface.
To Fievel's relief, he found that Mo had excreted him near land. He made his way toward shore and collapsed in a pile of brush. When he woke up, he would go looking for the time machine.
To Be Continued
Re: Fievel's Misadventures in the Land Before Time
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
Re: Fievel's Misadventures in the Land Before Time
RRRRGH! Fievel's stomach growled much like the three stomachs: Ichy's, Mo's, and Ozzy's, that he'd been in so far since he went back to the time of the dinosaurs. Despite how famished and thirsty he'd been, it had been hard to convince his mind to eat and drink a sufficient amount of food that he knew to have already been eaten and drank by someone else.
Unfortunately for Fievel, the land around him didn't seem to have that much food and water. Just as he was about to faint with hunger, he stumbled upon a large valley that had many trees and streams. "Finally!" he cried in joy.
He drank from a large stream for several minutes and then climbed up a large tree and ate as much fruit as he could until he was full.
It was now getting dark and he was very tired, both from his lack of sleep inside the various creatures and from his large meal. He didn't want to fall asleep where he was because he feared he'd fall out of the tree and break his neck. However, he was so tired that he couldn't hold off sleep. Luckily for him, he didn't fall out of the tree and break his neck. However, he was still not out of danger.
Fievel slept all night and was still asleep three hours after sunrise. At this time, Bron, an apatosaurus, had come to the valley, which was called the Great Valley, to visit his son Littlefoot. As there wasn't as much food outside the Great Valley as inside of it, he thought he would help himself to eating the various plants. One of the areas where he feasted was the tree that Fievel was nestled in. Thus, Fievel found himself shaken awake as Bron put the leaves he was nestled in into his mouth, taking the mouse with them. The mouse was moved around in the mouth as Bron chewed. Thankfully he avoided the teeth but he still was coated in saliva. He cried out but his small voice couldn't be heard over the huge sauropod's chewing. Soon, Bron swallowing, sending Fievel down his throat with his food.
Fievel fell into the stomach, which was thankfully devoid of acid, but did have several gallons of water in it, which Fievel landed in with a splash. Thankfully, the water wasn't all over the stomach, so Fievel was able to wade out of it. Food continued to dump into the stomach as Bron continued to eat. Fievel looked around at the huge organ around him. It was several times larger than Ozzy's or Mo's had been. It could fit his whole family in here two hundred times over and still have enough room to move around comfortably. Large or not, however, it was still a stomach and that meant digestion. He had to find a way out of here or else he'd be digested and turned into dinosaur poop. He soon found the entrance to the small intestine, but the muscles were too tightly sealed for him to open, far harder than it had been to get into Ozzy's duodenum.
Nevertheless, he still pushed and pulled at the sphincter, desperately trying to open it enough to squeeze through. He was still at it, though tired, hot, and sweaty, six hours later when food and water once more entered the stomach as Bron had his lunch. He had, naturally, tried crying out to Bron to spit him up after being swallowed. However, he eventually saw that it was no use. Considering how loud the sounds of Bron's heartbeat and breathing were to him in the stomach, there was no way that his tiny voice could carry past the thick stomach wall and flesh to the outside. Thus, he could do nothing as he was pelted with large chunks of chewed up fruit and doused with gallons of water.
An hour after this, he began to hear the familiar sound of a gurgling stomach, indicating the start of digestion. "Oh no!" he cried in panic. He tried harder than ever to push his way into the small intestine but the valve wouldn't budget at all. Acid began to enter the stomach. However, much to his surprise, though it stung his skin and felt hot to the touch, he wasn't suffering serious damage. Luckily for him, Bron's stomach acid was made for the digestion of plants, not meat. Still, that didn't mean that Fievel was out of trouble.
Every now and then, Bron's stomach would contract as it processed the food. The strong stomach muscles continued to knock the wind out of Fievel's lungs. Finally, he decided it was best that he squeeze himself into as tight of a ball as he could so as to minimize the damage to his lungs from this squeezing. His muscles ached terribly but now he could breathe better. He was coated by the food that Bron had eaten, getting his clothes caked in digested leaves and fruit. He stayed in the stomach for nearly 30 hours in total, getting coated in Bron's dinner and breakfast and lunch as well. His body was terribly aching from the constant contractions and being curled up into a ball when finally the stomach began to drain. Soon, he was squeezed into the small intestine.
Fievel spent 16 hours in the small intestine, being pulled at by villi. It was a long trip as the dinosaur was huge. Finally, he entered the large intestine.
In here, he was coated in huge dinosaur poop. Despite his best efforts, he was totally encased in it and only was able to free his nose. Worse for him, loud and smelly farts moved past, brought on by Bron's vegetable diet. He was glad, 12 hours later, when he reached the rectum. Unfortunately, Bron had recently pooped two hours ago, so it would be a long wait.
After waiting in Bron's rectum for 60 hours, during which time he had puked a few times due to the overwhelming smell of dinosaur waste, Fievel could finally sense that Bron was going to defecate. He could hear many loud farts and the chamber began to move as the muscles in the rectum began to propel the waste forward toward the anus. He would soon finally be out of this large dinosaur.
Bron, his tail raised out of the way of his cloaca, grunted. PPPPPPHT! PHHHBTT! PHHHHH! Loads of gas exited his cloaca. Soon, a large log of poop began to descend out of his open cloacal slit, making a loud PWICA sound as it moved past the vent. Fievel, meanwhile, soon reached the gaping anus and was squeezed through it into Bron's cloaca. A minute later, he was pushed through the vent and fell many feet to the ground, luckily landing in some poop below, which broke his fall. For the next several minutes, more and more logs of solid waste fell on top of him. Luckily he wasn't buried too deeply. Then he was doused with several gallons of urine as Bron peed for two minutes straight. When the apatosaurus was done relieving himself, he shook his cloaca to remove any solid waste that was stuck to it and then walked off, leaving Fievel alone.
It took Fievel three hours to dig out of the pile of Feces and another two hour to wash himself and his clothes until he no longer smelled like the butt of a dinosaur. By this time, it was starting to get dark.
After eating and drinking again, he left the Great Valley, in search of the time machine. He hoped he wouldn't be eaten again. Alas, it was not to be.
To Be Continued
Re: Fievel's Misadventures in the Land Before Time
This one is new and is added between the Bron and Red Claw.
Dil was a Deinosuchus. Many years ago, she had sustained an injury to the head while hunting prey, which had greatly reduced her vision, causing her to rely upon Ichy to hunt. However, a few years back she had finally had enough of Ichy and swatted him away from her with her tail, never to see him again. She had been chased by a predator water dinosaur a few minutes later, and, during her flight from the hungry predator, had a hard collision with a rock, which had, for the most part, miraculously restored her lost vision. Since then, she had been able to hunt on her own without the need of a partner.
That evening she had hunted two teenage triceratops that had been wandering alone, away from their herd, in the twilight, no doubt making out without somewhere where the elders of their herd couldn't see them. While mostly satisfied with her dinner, she felt in the mood for some dessert.
Fievel, the mouse, meanwhile, had left the Great Valley and continued his trek toward the time machine. Up ahead, in the distance, he could see the place where he knew the time machine to be. However, it was getting dark and he wondered if it was safe to wander around at night. He couldn't see a predator coming in the dark, but, on the other hand, he'd had the bad luck to be swallowed before when resting for the night. He decided that his best bet was to make for the time machine. Once he got there, the only predators he'd have to worry about were cats in his own time. And he knew how to avoid them.
Up ahead, he saw a group of prehistoric rodents. As he drew closer, they saw him. "What are you supposed to be?" one of them asked. It was clear that none of them had ever seen clothing before. He knew that he must look odd to them. "Hi, I'm Fievel the mouse." he said.
Dil, meanwhile, observed the strange group. Only her eyes and the top of her head were above the water, but, though she could see them, they couldn't see her. She felt that these rodents would make the perfect dessert. She had eaten them before and liked their flavor. Like the prehistoric rodents, she had never seen the likes of Fievel before and his appearance baffled her for about a minute, after which, she decided the best way to decipher what Fievel was would be by sampling his flavor.
Dil was nearly upon them before they saw her. They attempted to flee but couldn't get far before she pinned them down with one of her legs. "You guys will make excellent dessert." she said. Unable to resist against the pressure of her leg, they could do nothing as she scooped them up into her mouth and, having put them in her mouth, snapped it shut.
The deinosuchus sloshed them around in her mouth, tasting their flavor. Then, she swallowed them with a powerful GULP. They were squeezed down her throat and soon entered her stomach. The stomach was already in the process of digestion, having gotten to work on the triceratopses that she'd eaten earlier.
As soon as they entered the stomach, the acid began to set to work at digesting them. "We need to get out of here." Fievel said. "How? We're in the stomach of a Belly Dragger." "Here." Fievel said, indicating the entrance to the small intestine. "You'll never be able to open that by yourself." one of them said. Fievel facepalmed. "We'll have to work together. We only have a few minutes before we're digested."
ERRRRRRRP! Dil belched, causing the stomach to contract. "Hurry, we now have about two minutes left of air!" Fievel cried. With great effort, they were able to pull open the entrance to the small intestine and get through in time before their air supply was exhausted.
"So, how do we get out of this creature now?" one of the rodents asked. "You don't want to know." Fievel sighed. He fell asleep from exhaustion, being even more tired than the others from having been inside Bron earlier that day and digging out of the dinosaur poop after being excreted.
When he awoke, he felt pulling at his legs. "What are these things?" one of the rodents asked. "Don't know, but they sure are annoying." Fievel replied, referring to the villi. They have an uneventful trip through the rest of the small intestine.
A short distance into the large intestine, Fievel's companions noticed the atrocious smell of Dil's waste. "What's this brushing up against me?" "It smells awful in here!" "Why does it smell like crap in here?" "Was that a fart that went past me?" "I think we're in that thing's butt!" "Yes." Firevel replied in answer to them. "You mean we're gonna be pooped out?" "I'm afraid so." "Damn!" "At least we'll live." Fievel said. After traveling through the rest of the colon, they finally reached the rectum.
They had to wait hours in here, as it was only half full when they reached it. Finally, the chamber began to shift. Outside of Dil's body, the Deinosuchus squatted and lifted her tail out of the way of her cloaca. She grunted and soon began to feel waste coming out. She felt some hard and solid bits, no doubt the bones of the triceratopses and the mice that she'd eaten, come out her vent at one point. After emptying out her solid waste, she continued with her liquid waste, releasing a large stream of urine. Once done with that, she shook her behind, shaking loose any stray bits of waste that had clung to her cloaca. She then walked off.
Once they were sure that she was gone, Fievel and his friends climbed out of the pile. They were revolted by having been pooped out and then peed on but at least they were glad to see light and fresh air again. They all took a bath. Fievel had never been inside a gator before and hoped never to again. He would need to plan better in the future in hopes of avoiding predators in search of the time machine.
To Be Continued
Re: Fievel's Misadventures in the Land Before Time
Fievel Mousekewitz left the Great Valley. He figured he'd hide underground this time once it got dark, having been eaten by mistake while hiding in a tree in the Great Valley and going through the digestive tract of a big apatosaurus and getting coated in a huge amount of dinosaur feces. His plan, however, wasn't as effective as he'd hoped. Early the next morning, he was dug out by a hungry velociraptor, who had found his scent. He was promptly swallowed. He didn't stay long in this velociraptor's stomach, however. Red Claw, a huge tyrannosaurus rex, spotted him and chewed up and ate this velociraptor as his breakfast. Fievel at first wondered what had happened, but as he saw the blood and the chewing teeth and was swallowed and found himself in a larger stomach than he had been in before, he realized that his luck had turned even worse: the predator that had eaten him had in turn been eaten by an even larger predator.
He knew that, while he had been lucky that Bron's stomach didn't digest meat, due to him being a herbivore, he wasn't that fortunate this time inside the stomach of Red Claw. He knew he wouldn't be able to get into Red Claw's small intestine until the stomach drained. Luckily for him, he saw bones, ingested by Red Claw, who didn't mind eating them with his meals, as he would just excrete them later, lying on the stomach floor. Perhaps he could stack these atop each other and make a big enough pile to avoid being digested when the acid began to pour in.
Fievel began to stack the bones atop each other. Hopefully they would hold stable when the stomach was filled with acid. He had good pile built, several hours later, when Red Claw ate again. The incoming food knocked over some of the pile, though it also added more bones for him to use. Red Claw burped after eating his meal, but, thankfully for Fievel, drank some water, sending in some needed air, as well as needed coolness after hours of being in the humid stomach.
Two hours later, acid began to enter the stomach. However, by this point, Fievel was prepared. He had climbed up to the top of his bone pile. After several hours, however, he was beginning to tire.
While it had been hot spending many hours in Bron's stomach, because he had to shift around, hanging onto the bones, Fievel was so hot that he, as he would when alone in his room at night when hot, absentmindedly cast off his shirt, coat, and pants, and realized what he had done too late as they fell into the acid below. He knew that they wouldn't be digested, but now he would have to wait till he exited the dinosaur's cloaca before he could find them again.
Several hours later, he was squeezed into the small intestine. He spent 12 hours in here. He also spent 14 hours in colon. He was nearly fully encased in feces in the large intestine. Finally, he reached the rectum. He spent 50 hours in here waiting as more poop piled in.
Finally, he could hear farting sounds coming from below him. Soon, he was pushed out the anus and out the cloaca. Urine and feces hit him as Red Claw emptied out his waste. After Red Claw was done relieving himself, his two minions Screech and Thud relieved themselves on the same spot. The three carnivores then left.
Fievel rolled down the mountain of poop and landed in a large puddle of dinosaur urine, which came up to his neck. This he waded across. Despite being pooped out in the morning, it took Fievel till later in the afternoon to dig through all the dinosaur poop and recover his pants and shirt and to wash them and his body off.
He was so tired that he collapsed with exhaustion in a berry bush and fell asleep. His sleeping spot would prove to be a bad one.
To Be Continued
Re: Fievel's Misadventures in the Land Before Time
Doofah was Beipiaosaurus and, like the others, a lover of berries. Therefore, early in the morning, before Fievel had awoken, she and her friends Loofah and Foobie began to gorge themselves on berries. One of the bushes that she was gorging herself at was where Fievel lay asleep. Therefore, she had put him into her mouth, chewed on her food, and swallowed him before he could fully wake up. Luckily, her teeth weren't that sharp and it didn't kill him. Fievel was fully awake by the time he landed in the stomach.
"Not again!" Fievel moaned. More and more berries of various types entered the stomach, splattering the mouse. Fievel wondered if, by this point, with having to wash the poop off his clothes so many times, and another time of having to do so looming ahead of him, if his clothes would ever be normal again. He didn't think he would wear this pair anymore, that was for sure!
Like in Bron's stomach, eventually digestion began, but he wasn't hurt. And this time the contractions of the stomach weren't as severe, so he had more body room, though it was still rather cramped. He couldn't believe how much this creature was eating. She seemed to be eating once every two hours. She also drank a lot of water, which kept dousing Fievel. He spent about 30 hours in the stomach before finally being moved down into the small intestine, by which time the stomach was full of a lot of of food and water.
He, along with much food and water, was sucked down into the small intestine. In here, the food was slurped up by villi. Due to the large amount of food, Fievel travelled with a lot of food throughout the small intestine, its contents slowly being reduced as more and more was absorbed into the blood stream by the villi. Fievel, however, was left with the waste, which wasn't absorbed, and continued to be pushed further and further into the bowels of the dinosaur. Finally, he came to the colon.
In here, in addition to the putrid smell of dinosaur scat, he was also assaulted by a large number of farts, Doofah's kind being notorious for breaking wind. It was a miserably 10 hours in the colon. Finally, he reached the rectum.
Luckily, he didn't have to wait long. Soon he heard farting sounds, but it wasn't just the typical farting sounds he'd been hearing in the rectum for about 24 hours due to her plenteous gas, but a sign of eminent defecation. Soon, he was pushed out her anus and out her cloaca. Scat and urine continued to fall out of her open vent, splattering Fievel. Eventually, she finished, wiped herself, and left. Fievel got out of the pile of waste and washed himself off. He then climbed into a tree, hoping that maybe he wouldn't get eaten if he slept at night for a few hours and woke up before dawn. His plan, however, was flawed.
To Be Continued
Re: Fievel's Misadventures in the Land Before Time
Etta the Pteranodon was hungry. Even though it was night and dark and she was tired, she knew she could not sleep until she ate something. RRRRRRRGH! Her stomach growled, not to deterred without dinner before bed. So, after searching for an hour for food, she finally found a tree. Greedily, she ate the leaves off the branches, taking several at a time. She grabbed a funny-feeling leaf but didn't think much of it before stuffing it into her open mouth.
Unfortunately for Fievel, that "leaf" was actually his shirt. After being chewed on for a bit, which didn't hurt too much since she was a herbivore, he went down her throat and entered her stomach. He was pushed around in here for many hours. Eventually, he was pushed into the small intestine. He traveled through here for many hours, though not as long as in the stomach. Eventually, he reached the colon. He was pushed through the colon, getting covered in pterosaur poop. As he neared the rectum, Etta had been pooping. However, he arrived at the rectum near the end of her defecation, thus being squeezed through her anus but her cloaca closing before he could go through it.
Thus, he had to wait in her cloaca for about 36 hours, as that was how often she pooped. In the meantime, he was hit from farts from behind that came out her anus and from urine that poured from her urethra into her cloaca and out her vent. As the cloaca only opened enough for liquid to pass through, there was no way he could fit. However, something else came, something that would have gotten him enough room to pass through, if he hadn't be so caught off guard.
Fievel had already noted her lack of a penis in her cloaca, this being the first time he was inside a cloaca since he had been inside of Ichy, and had concluded that she was a female. However, he didn't quite realize what this could mean until he saw something starting to crown out of another opening that was neither her anus nor her urethra. He stared in awe as more and more of it came out. Eventually, as her cloaca started to open, he realized it was an egg. However, he was so enraptured in the process of her laying an egg, an unfertilized one like a chicken would lay, that he lost his attempt at escape.
Hours later, Etta finally defecated and he fell to the ground and was hit with urine and feces. After wiping herself, Etta flew off. Fievel washed himself off. He could tell it was getting dark and feared getting eaten in his sleep again. Also, he began to despair of ever finding the time machine. However, in the dark he brushed up against something hard and metal. With shock, he realized it was the time machine and quickly ran into it. Thankfully, he knew how to read and was able to set it to return him back to the 1800's in the AD era.
He arrived a second after the scientist had sent him away. "Damn, this thing doesn't work!" the scientist cursed in disgust, thinking Fievel had been sent back around. Fievel left the room and soon found his father.
"I'm back! I'm back! I'm sorry I was gone so long!" he cried. "You were only gone five minutes." Papa Mousekewitz said. "Where did you go?" "Um," Fievel sighed, "never mind, you'd never believe me anyway."
on November 1, 2021, 4:58 pm