Kidnapped, Musked, & Eaten

A pretty loaded vore story!  I think the title says it all, haha.

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Audie opened his eyes, blinking and still feeling sleepy.  But when the raccoon looked around, the tiredness left him as he saw surroundings he didn’t recognize—and realized he was tied to a chair.
“Hello?!” he called, trying to free himself from his bonds.  “Where am I?  Can somebody help me?!”
“I’m afraid nobody can help you now, my dear. . .”
The raccoon looked up, startled.  In front of him, standing in the shadows, was a mysterious figure.  When they walked forward, Audie saw that the person was a large, white dragon, with a golden head and piercing red eyes.  He was wearing a tank top and shorts, and was so sweaty that the raccoon picked up a faint musk coming from him.  The dragon smiled down at Audie, and laughed.
“Who are you?!” the raccoon demanded to know, starting to panic.  “Where am I?”
“I am Nostram,” replied the dragon, still grinning.  “I’ve brought you to my little hideaway, where I take all of the people I snatch up.”
“Snatch up . . . wait, have you /kidnapped/ me?!”
“’Kidnapped’ is such a crude word,” mused the dragon.  “I’ve simply snatched you away to teach you a little lesson.  And that lesson starts now.”
“Lesson?  What do you—?”
That’s when the dragon lunged forward.  Before Audie could react, a hand clamped on his muzzle, and a rope was tied around it, so he couldn’t open his mouth anymore.  “There we go,” cooed Nostram, smiling as he sealed the knot.  “Can’t have you calling for help now, can I?  That would be annoying.”
“Mmmmph!”  Audie tried to scream, but the rope held tight—he could barely speak now.
“Just hush,” cooed Nostram, laughing.  “I’m going to enjoy this.”
He brought his hand behind Audie’s head, and clutched it tightly.  Then, as the raccoon watched, the dragon began to lift his other arm, and reveal his armpit.
Already Audie could smell a musk coming from underneath, and the scent grew more and more potent with every passing second.  “Like that?” asked Nostram, smirking.  The raccoon tried to shake his head, but the dragon’s grip held firm, not allowing him even this tiny action.  “Let’s have you get a closer look, shall we?”
/Wait, what?  No no no!/ Audie thought, heart pounding with fear.  He squirmed in the ropes and tried to lean his face away, but Nostram brought his head forward, closer and closer to the open armpit, and the terrible, musky smell.  Before he knew it, his nose was pressed against the underarm.
Audie couldn’t breathe without getting that awful smell inside of his nose. It was gross, a deep and earthy scent that overwhelmed his senses, and threatened to overpower him entirely.  He tried to gasp for air, but he couldn’t move his mouth—which only left his nose breathing in contaminated air.  Fuck. . .
“How do you like that?” asked Nostram, chuckling.  “Hope you’re enjoying my scent, little raccoon . . . because you’re going to experience quite a bit more of it while you’re here. . .”
Audie’s heart sank.  No, no, he didn’t want more of this!  He was already feeling miserable, and even a little sick, because of the horrible stench he was forced to breathe in.  But there was no getting out of this, was there?  There was no way out—that was something he was starting to truly realize. . .
His head was leaned away from the musky armpit, and Audie breathed out a sigh of relief (through his nose, of course) as fresh air filled him once again.  But any relief he had faded when the dragon turned around, and revealed his ass to the raccoon.  It was just barely covered by the shorts, and there was a similar musk coming from it—only this time, it was much more potent. . .
“Have a look, little raccoon,” teased Nostram, pulling down his shorts and bringing Audie’s head down toward his ass.  “Hope you like what you see—or rather, what you smell!”
“Mmmmph!  Mrrrrph!” screamed Audie, struggling and trying to get free.  But the ropes tied around him was much too strong—the dragon’s knots held true.  And so his head was brought closer and closer to that smelly ass.
The raccoon could pick up a potent smell as he came closer to the butt.  It was similar to the earthy scent of the armpits, but also quite a bit different—somehow twisted and strange.  But before he could think anymore on the smell, his face landed on Nostram’s ass.
“Oh, that feels good, having you rub against my behind,” the dragon teased, pressing Audie’s nose into his ass crack.  “Enjoy yourself down there—the finale is almost here, after all.”
The raccoon gulped.  What did Nostram mean by that?  But before he could think more about it, the smell smacked into his nose, and Audie gagged, unable to stand it.  Fuck, it was worse than the armpit had been by a mile—it was more potent, and much smellier than the raccoon initially thought.  It overpowered his nose in seconds, and soon dominated his senses completely, until Audie couldn’t stand it anymore.  He could even taste the terrible scent in his mouth, and it smothered his tongue.  He wouldn’t be able to withstand much more of this. . .!
Just when the raccoon thought it was the end, his head was yanked away from the dragon’s ass, and he was shoved back into the chair.  Audie breathed in fresh air like there was no tomorrow, utter relief filling him as he did so.  Looking over at the dragon, he watched as Nostram straightened up and turned back around to face Audie.
Then, the dragon licked his lips.
“I think that’s enough preamble,” said Nostram, grabbing Audie’s shoulders.  “It’s dinner time.”
/Dinner time?  Oh no. . .!/
But before the raccoon could react, the dragon’s maw opened—it revealed glowing blue innards, teeth and a tongue that were covered in drool—and clamped down on Audie’s head.
His world became the inside of Nostram’s mouth: a wet, open space that made his fur drip with spit.  A light blue tongue roughly licked him up, lapping up the raccoon’s head with precision and hunger.  Below, there was a ripping sound, and Audie realized that the dragon had torn the rope from around him—he was free!  Quickly, he reached up with his arms and tried to push himself out of the dragon’s mouth.  But all that got him was a light chuckle from Nostram, and a moment later, a loud /gulp/ sucked him down the dragon’s throat.
Audie was forced forward into Nostram’s esophagus, which was much less spacious than the mouth: a tight, cylindrical tunnel clamped around his head, and if his muzzle wasn’t already tied up, he would have discovered that he couldn’t even speak in this place.  But as it was, he couldn’t verbally react to the terror around him at all—all he could do was try to get out of here.
The raccoon pushed at Nostram’s head again, shoving his hands against the dragon’s chin, praying he could use enough force to try and escape this place, hoping that this would get him out of this hellish situation.  He pushed and pushed, trying to get his head up and out of the throat, and barely noticed that the dragon was pausing in his feeding, letting Audie try futilely to get out.  After shove after shove, the raccoon couldn’t do it anymore, and he stopped, catching his breath.  That’s when the next swallow came.
/Slurp!/  Nostram sucked in more of Audie, shoving him further down the compact, constricting throat.  Now his arms were inside of the dragon’s mouth, so he couldn’t use them to get himself out anymore . . . fuck!  Now what could he do?  Well, his legs were still outside—maybe he could struggle enough with them to get out of here!  It was worth a try. . .
And so Audie continued the fight, kicking and writhing as much as he possibly could, trying everything in his power to get himself up and out of Nostram’s throat.  Above, he could hear and feel the dragon laughing, and the tongue lapped up Audie’s body.  “You really think that’s going to work?” asked Nostram.  “Oh, you poor thing. . . This is going to have such a disappointing ending for you.
There was another /gulp/, and Audie’s midsection was slurped up by the dragon.  And that’s when it happened.
Audie was pushed forward, and he felt his face pass through some sort of barrier—the sphincter, though he couldn’t know that—and then, his head was in an open space!  The raccoon took deep, long breaths through his nose, feeling relieved for a moment.  Finally. . .
But when he breathed in, his nose picked up the scent of acid.  His heart skipped a fearful beat, and Audie looked around his new location.  He was surrounded by growling, dripping walls, ones that were oozing with digestive fluid and smelled strongly of acid. . . Fuck.  Oh /fuck/. . . He was in the stomach, wasn’t he?!
“MMMMMMPH!”  The raccoon squirmed and screamed, more desperate than ever to get out of this hellish situation.  Nostram let out a chuckle, and simply gulped more of him down.
More and more of Audie was emptied into the stomach, which grumbled in greeting as the raccoon entered.  He was forced further inside of the tight space, which also had a terrible smell (as if he hadn’t had enough of those today) and whose walls were rather compact.  So by the time Nostram reached the raccoon’s feet, Audie was curled up against the squishing walls, just barely able to move.
He silently hoped that the dragon would spit him out, or say it was all a joke, or that there was just /some/ way to get out of this!  But much to his dismay, Nostram laughed and said, “See ya, prey.  You were delicious.”  And with that, the last of him was swallowed down.
His feet soon joined him in the stomach, and now, all of Audie was inside.  He shuddered and hugged his body, unsure of what he could do next.
And that’s when the digestion started.
The walls growled loudly, and a moment later, more fluid started dripping down onto the raccoon.  He cried out in surprise and pain—that stuff really stung!  And it was getting all over him. . .
“Mmmph mmm mmmttt!”  He had been trying to say, “Let me out!” but since he was still muzzled, his plea was reduced to indecipherable screams.  Audie’s heart sank.  Guess he wasn’t getting out that way. . .
“Let me guess: you want out of that beautiful belly of mine,” teased Nostram, laughing.  So he had heard him!  Audie’s heart soared.  Would the dragon actually—
“Nice try, but I like to keep my food,” the predator continued.  “So you just stay right there.  It will all be over soon, my meal.”
The raccoon shivered.  /My meal./  Was that all he was now, just food for a hungry dragon?  Not even a person anymore?
Right on cue, the belly acids dripped harder, raining down onto Audie and making him yowl in pain.  The pain grew more and more, until finally, he passed out.
He was just a meal after all.
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Nostram grinned, and patted his large belly, feeling the raccoon finally give up.  “Mmm, good,” he said, laughing.  “You were a tough fighter.  But they always have to go sometime, after all~!”
Below, his stomach got to work, breaking down Audie bit by bit.  It wouldn’t be long until the dragon would expel him from his system.  But for now, he had work to do. . .
Nostram walked out of his basement and to his first floor, then left his house.  It didn’t take him long to locate his next victim, and he licked his lips.
He couldn’t wait to have some more fun.