Leap of Mercy
Soft Vore + Animals + Macro/Micro + Canine + Mouse + Sexual + Furry + FF/F + Saliva/Mess + Non-Fatal + Full Tour + Scat + WS


	
	A pale blue sky broke through white clouds and the subtle fog of morning. Mountains were shrouded in a mist and the pines were dark and imposing. Clinging to the mountains and spreading across the depths of the valley. A solitary bird wheeled in the air high above. Below, two quadrupedal figures made their way through the secret pathways and grasses of the forest floor.

They walked side-by-side. Embracing the cool morning as they made their way through this unknown land. Without doubt, they were both of the same species- a rare canine constituent known by many for it's intelligence, longevity, large size and unusual colouration. They didn't lope or trot in the twitchy gait of a cautious animal, but instead they walked with a confident leisurely pace. The stride of creatures that had no fear.

They both had similar eyes. Eyes of a green hue- like emeralds. They also had a similar facial structure, putting them undoubtedly into the same species. Largish, fluffy ears that pointed upward, and a long, pointy muzzle. They resembled foxes in body shape (but not colour), yet had longer fur and a mish-mash of physical attributes of other canines. 

They didn't communicate with the spoken word. Their language was a set of both subtle and unsubtle body signals and expressions that were varied and universally familiar. This duo were labelled by a tribe that spoke a language a long time ago- as Grace, and Mercy. And for the sake of convenience, these are the names to which they will be attributed in this story- for between themselves, they had no names.

Mercy was a large specimen. Easily ten feet long from her nose to the tip of her brush-like tail. She was a long-furred creature of dark purple, with an underbelly that blended into a lighter grey colour. She had a rather unkempt mane of long, dark hair that draped across the back of her neck and stopped at her shoulders. Her coat of medium length fur whipped around her in an untidy fashion in the cool day. 

Grace was a daintier-looking creature, only exaggerated when side-by-side with her friend- at a mere seven feet long. Unlike Mercy, her fur was pristine, as if heavily groomed and looked after. It was a light blue colour, like the sky on a particularly fine, cloudless day. The underbelly was also lighter and more shiny. Mercy had a rather portly and broad figure, but Grace was more slender and streamlined.

Their relationship wasn't complex, but by human standards it was unusual. The duo were a mixing pot of best friends, travelling-companions and lovers. These two creatures had known each other for years, decades perhaps. They had wandered countless thousands of miles together, exploring, foraging, experiencing the world and each other. A life that would be enviably simple to many. Being the top predator wherever they went, free from caring about sheltering from dangers and with intelligent minds to entertain and expand, this life of ambling was just right for them. They walked through ferns, undergrowth and between jostled birches and spruces. Pine needles clumped under their paws and there was a fresh, woody aroma in the air.

Not far away, Aster awoke. 
She had found a reclusive area between gnarled tree roots and she had snatched a few hours of sleep just before dawn. She was a petite creature, even by the standards of her species. Just about two inches tall. Her tail was characteristically long and spindly, with a tiny decorative blue ribbon tied near the tip. Other than that her outfit was one of pure practicality. The mouse-girl wore brown coloured skins that were slightly darker than her own fur, and her long dark hair was tied back into a plait so as not to get in the way. Under her skins, between her breasts she wore a lucky necklace, a simple string with wooden beads. Her people left barely a trace of their presence, neither in scent nor in footsteps over the forest floor.

Aster was about the closest thing to an explorer that her village had. The village itself was about a mile away, and she had been in the world of the forest floor for two days and nights. This was a pretty safe stretch of the woods, but her task was to scout the surrounding area for any signs of potential danger and sprint back to let the elders know if there was. As simple as this task sounds, it was a noble and hazardous profession, she had one of the largest houses in the village. The village  was essentially a set of ladders, bridges and dwellings far up in the canopy of the forest- a tree top town, so that it's small inhabitants may be safe from most predators. 

There were members of her village, particularly in the ruling caste, that had never set foot on the forest floor, and merely venturing a mile to many would be like voyaging into an unknown land. Aster prided herself on the fact she'd been further than any living inhabitant of her community- Almost five miles from home as the crow flies- and she was popular around town.

She held no weapons or tools for survival, she was a specialist of ducking and diving away from danger. Her lithe, undetectable cunning was her only weapon.

However, she was nervous and on-edge this morning, as she leant against a tree root she sensed the air and felt a slight sense of unease. There was a very faint mist over the forest floor. Stubborn pockets of whiteness that clung to the base of some of the tree-trunks and the tougher Ivies and wild-flowers. It was oddly beautiful- the world was interesting from her vantage point. Huge and unknown.

Aster walked through the needles, keeping to the trunks and wandering as silently as possible. She still felt that instinct clawing at her very being, the idea that danger was lurking, and close-by. One way or another, this was going to be a long day, she realised.

Mercy made her way through a few trunks and thought she detected something with her sensitive ears. The tiniest scrabble of life in the undergrowth, perhaps? The large animal looked at her friend pointedly, and Grace took the message. They were remarkably quiet, considering their size. Taking one side of a large spruce trunk each, they stalked around it to see what was on the other side. Ready to pounce at any moment.

The mouse-girl's heart fluttered as two monolithic walls of fur whirled around her from the other side of the tree. Open-mouthed in shock, she looked between the enormous canines towering over her. Her body froze in fear- heart beating faster than ever. She gauged the situation and decided against attempting to bolt, they were just too big, and they'd positioned themselves at just the distance where they could react and pounce on her, squashing her flat. Adrenaline flowed through her, and she expected it to end at any time. Warm breath blew over her and she knew this was her day of reckoning, after so many years of wandering this stretch of the woods. 
The three explorers sat and stared at each other for a full minute. Aster's blue eyes looked into the bright green orbs of her guests.

The huge animals began circling around their quarry- a slow, frightening waltz. Keeping the distance just right in case she attempted a run. They worked as a duo expertly, leaving little room for an opening for an escape. Aster realised that these unusual creatures were as perplexed by her as she was with them. She could sense the intelligence in their eyes, in their expressions. These weren't normal animals- and that unusualness went beyond their physical forms into their minds.

The tiny mouse cowered away as one blue and one purplish face passed her own, whirls of fur with darkened manes orbited around her. The faces were getting closer, violating her personal space and clouding her vision with pointed teeth, warm breath, the smell- particularly Mercy's stronger odour. She was dizzy with fear. There was a taunting, callous air about them which frightened Aster as much as, if not more than their sheer physical power over her.

Mercy caught Grace's eye. 'This species looks fun.' Her eyes said, or words to that effect.

Then Grace leaned forward, Aster screamed as she saw a a pink world of flesh and wetness open up in front of her. It was almost instantaneous, she was sealed in warm darkness.

Mercy looked quite despondent for a moment, to her it looked like her friend was going to eat the mouse straight away. But no! Grace motioned for Mercy to come over, and she complied. Putting her muzzle right up to that of her friend. Their eyes locked, and they knew at once what they were going to do, as if by telepathy. Mercy opened up.

“No!” Aster screamed. As if that would somehow help or get her out of this disgusting predicament. She was being swapped. The mouth around her opened, letting in a gust of cool air and light. She was covered in saliva, and screamed again as she saw an even larger mouth open up below her, ready to receive a treat- her. She tried to grab hold of Grace's tongue as if that would save her, but before she knew it she was riding a slow river of slobber from one long tongue to the other! Now in the larger mouth, in a furrow on Mercy's slippery purple tongue.

The breathing around Aster was getting heavier and faster, and the tongues more eager in their embrace. The world tilted this way and then that as they swapped her again and again. The jarring motion had gotten more frenzied and passionate as the tongues wrestled disgustingly. She was sent her flying through the moist air now. Bounced around in slime as Mercy and Grace's Worlds collided. Aster screamed whenever she was thrust from one to the next, a cry of sheer terror and revulsion.

Yet through her fear she couldn't help but begin to recognise whose mouth she was being thrust into. Mercy's wasn't only larger. The throat opening itself was different from Grace's, and it smelt. While Grace's had the sort of salivary aroma one would expect inside a mouth, this bodily scent was only multiplied inside Mercy. Horrid air was rising up from the larger dog's depths. It was also the slimier and more accommodating of the two throat entrances- every time Aster was flipped into it she felt she was going to slip right past the uvula and down- into the terrifying beyond. 

Aster even began to feel and taste the difference in the texture of the two sets of slobber that her predator hosts were happily exchanging. Grace's was smooth and watery, and Mercy's was thicker and foamy- released in copious splodges, it bubbled over both of the soft tongues. 

This kissing stopped as unexpectedly as it began. In a rather gentle motion, Grace lowered her muzzle down towards the ground. Aster was deposited onto a patch of moss in a river of saliva. Bathing in the essence of two predatory mouths, the fresh air and the motionless surface of the moss cushion were delightful. Her head was still spinning from the gross, disorienting experience. The aroma was everywhere, she smelt like them now. Mercy and Grace both smirked at each other, high above. Then they both looked down at Aster as she struggled in their collective spit.

“Why don't you just get it over with and chew me up?” Aster spluttered, teary-eyed, and trying to compose herself. Wiping large rivulets of saliva away from her face and shoulders and turning to look at her two persecutors. Grace spat a dark brown piece of linen over her shoulder, which landed with a crunch into dead leaves on the forest floor. Aster only just realised her top had disappeared, leaving her exposed from the waist up, her dainty chest was as slime-ridden as the rest of her body, her lucky necklace, a simple thing of beads and string, stuck to her. She clasped onto it as tightly as she could.

“Just do it.” She urged. She still wasn't sure if they could understand a word she was saying. But there was a trace of anger in her tiny voice. Even through the disgust, the humiliation made her angry. Her people were small in stature, but were a proud race- to be on patrol and to be ripped apart by the jaws of a Fox or a Badger was an honourable way to die. Akin to death in battle. This was different- She was being played with like a toy. They seemed amused at her misfortune, at what they were subjecting her to. Perhaps they'd be laughing, if they have the voice for it?

They sensed that she was helpless. There was no urgency, no tensing of muscles or anticipation of an escape attempt. Aster loathed the way they were peering down at her. It wasn't so much an expression of contempt as mirth. The two huge animals surrounded her. Sitting either side of her soggy bed of moss, and blotting out much of the light of the forest. Aster looked upward and saw an incredible sight, two heads looking down on her- from the heavens, she was framed by a mountain of strong legs and fluffed chests. 

Aromas wafted at her- the dual scents of giant animals, there was an unmistakeable, heady musk in the air. Strong, and from the larger of the two. Aster couldn't resist- with morbid curiosity she looked down Mercy's titanic body. She could see that the parts down between her legs glittered with moisture. Mercy's dark, smooth sexual opening was as large as Aster was tall, a single drop of arousal dripped out of it. Now there was a predator who liked her food... The mouse-girl felt ill, and cold.

The coldness, at least, didn't last long. There was a flurry of movement from above and she was inside, again. It was Mercy's mouth. Capacious and roomy, she was bounced backwards along the tongue, and shunted into the soft, mucus-tainted flesh of the throat. She landed feet-first, and her trim, mousey legs actually went part of the way down.

Then she looked out into that wonderful daylight. Through jaws.

It was an image that would live with Aster for the rest of her life. It was only a couple of seconds, but as she was suspended at the back of Mercy's smelly opening, her pert little tits pressed against the back of the tongue- awash with foamy spit, she could see the blue-furred Grace peering at her, framed by the sky itself (for Mercy was tilting her head back, ready for the gulp, and Grace was looking down into her friend's maw). Through a moving world of pink and purple, with slightly yellowing teeth- the animal made eye-contact. Aster could see how Mercy's breath, heightened in it's intensity by excitement, was making Grace's hair and fur billow. 

Grace smiled, and winked- Aster somehow knew that the wink was directed at her rather than Mercy. As if to bid her farewell. Then she was crushed from right, left and above- the mouthy twilight was replaced with pure darkness as Mercy finally swallowed her whole.

On the outside, Grace nosed Mercy's throat and chest as Aster went down. As if tracing the location of the food as it went on it's journey. The two were as intelligent as the creature they had eaten, if not more-so. They had a vague idea of the sort of environment they'd subjected the still-living mouse-girl to- but that was part of the pleasure. They had the power to do that.

Once Grace had pressed her nose against an area in the middle of Mercy's grey, fluffed chest she drew away. That was the deed done as far as both were concerned. They both stood again, and Mercy sniffed at the air, in a classic canine fashion. They looked through the last few tree trunks, towards the meadow, and with a smile and a nod, walked slowly towards that wonderful open expanse. The air was so fresh- woody and clean, and the scent of wild-flowers and lush grasses filtered in the breeze from the field. The residue of their passion, the taste of each other's saliva in their own mouths was ebbing away, and they had forgot about the mouse-girl already.

Yet how different the world was under mere inches of fur! Through that portal to the inside. A heartbeat pounded in Aster's ears, shaking the entire tube at one point. Cascades of saliva welled up from above, and even more slippery mucus opened up around her below. She struggled, she screamed. Her head kept telling her that this was unbelievable, she had been swallowed. That was it. It was so warm in here, stifling and hard to breathe.

Mercy was walking. Aster could feel the throat swaying side to side as she travelled down in pitch blackness. The throat went horizontal, as she passed from the thick neck into the chest and was pulled ever inward. Eventually she was pushed through a bath of animal spit, a firm sphincter opened up and welcomed her...

The smell!
It was every part as bad as Aster imagined this experience would be, the tang of Mercy's breath had just been magnified a hundred-fold as Aster plopped into the stomach. It was a rank stench of warped meat and berries, and god-knows-what-else was mixed into a grim menagerie of canine bodily juices. She was bathing in this simmering soup right now, Mercy's digesting food brushed against her body and the whole chamber was swilling and undulating itself from side to side in a rather gentle, lazy motion which created little currents that whirled the mouse around. One moment she might be in the middle of the pool, and the next a current would skim her against the stomach wall, smooth yet strong. Gurgles and squelches deafened her as what air there was squeezed and bubbled noisily.

As the two friends left the forest behind their majestic tails, they walked through the meadow. Fed and feisty, it was apparent that Mercy was keen to let off some steam.

It was a simple game. 
She spied her quarry flitting through the air on crimson wings, the little insect minding it's own business. She flew through the meadow, the swaying grasses undulated and crushed under her paw-pads as she bounced around. It was a rather comical sight, such a mismatched battle between two creatures. The crimson-winged butterfly didn't fly any higher than a few feet above the ground. The chunky, huge canine bounded with her mouth open, trying to catch it, sucking air inward though her jaws.

The fun and games lasted for several minutes, and she kept getting closer! It was only a matter of time. The wind blew the butterfly around slightly, and it already moved unpredictably enough as it was. This made it hard to catch, but Mercy wouldn't give up- she had it in her sights, and jumped forward, an immense launch.

The huge dog almost inhaled it with this final, excitable lunge! It was doomed as soon as it was in-target and stuck in Mercy's deadly slipstream. Sucked into the back of her playful mouth and swallowed in an instant. Mercy didn't feel a thing as the tiny bug went down, she even looked right and left to be sure that it wasn't fluttering around any-more! It certainly wasn't. She bounded back to Grace, tired of that game now that the most insignificant of quarry had been quelled. The fun was over, and they set off to the edge of the meadow. Mercy breathing more heavily than before with the exercise.

The meadow itself was disappointingly short. The waving grasses and vibrant wild flowers soon began to give way to boulders and smaller rocks. At the very point the grasses thinned completely, the duo found themselves looking over a ledge and they found that the entire forest was at a high vantage point. Both Mercy and Grace took a few minutes to survey the landscape below them. Shuffling on their haunches somewhat as they sat. The desire for exploration burned through them, and a new vista was always exciting. 

Unlike the vales of the morning, that were full of pine trees and mist, this valley was deserted and very rocky, save for a precious few stumped trees and lichens. They certainly hadn't ventured into this place before, and it seemed to go on for a long way, broken by the occasional small lake, pools of water so blue that they seemed to be filled with the sky itself. In the far distance, on the horizon, there was a band of darker blue. The sea perhaps? Or the edge of a huge lake. They couldn't wait to find out. Both looked at each other, and as if reading each others minds, they set out to explore. First Grace and then Mercy walked down with care, over the dry rocks and down the mountainside.

Aster was just pleased that the worst of the terrible swaying and bobbing of the last few minutes had stopped. Mercy's butterfly chasing activities on the outside made the stomach twice as intolerable on the inside, as the canine sea of fluids threw up a storm. Aster had no choice other than to be right in the centre of it, buffeted around with every leap as Mercy bounded along, Aster could her the rapid breathing from above, it rocked her body. Thankfully, the stomach had returned to relative calm again, now that Mercy was walking.

Moments later, the sphincter above opened and there was an audible “plop”. Even over the endless noise around her, Aster could make out a new sound. An uneven, very faint noise that only lasted about half a minute. It sounded like a very soft, rhythmic slapping over the surface of the stomach pool. Aster wasn't to guess, but they were the death-throes of an unfortunate butterfly as it's wings struggled to get out of Mercy's smelly lake. Such a small creature, it had taken minutes for it to travel down the throat. It was not well-equipped to handle this environment with it's flimsy wings and broken body, and the noise soon stopped as it floated, lifeless.

Aster paid it no further heed. She was too preoccupied, trying to get above the surface of Mercy's deadly sea. Desperately scrabbling against the walls as her skin and sensitive nose felt an unpleasant itchy, tingling sensation get more and more pronounced by the minute.

Mercy's gait revealed nothing. She simply walked behind her companion as usual. The valley was strangely picturesque in it's stillness and uniformity. Tough pieces of grass jostled between some of the cracks in the rocks, and the air was getting slightly cooler, the wind more pronounced. It's a good thing the two canines were at the very top of the food chain because an unwary animal couldn't have been more exposed.

They stopped at a precipice for a few moments. The drop was a good six or seven feet. Grace leant forward, gauging it and inspecting the ground below. It seemed flat enough. She whipped her beautiful light-blue head over a shoulder and gave an almost imperceptible nod to Mercy. Grace lived up to her name, and with a swift movement she arced down through the air and landed with barely a sound.

Mercy walked up to the ledge with slightly more trepidation. Her untidy hair whipped around her shoulders and neck as she surveyed the jump. Leaning forward...

Somewhere in the very middle of Mercy's torso, Aster was sure that death wasn't far away. She must have been inside the giant dog for almost half an hour now. Her skin under her fur was beginning to feel increasingly sore, a sensation similar to sunburn. The currents had begun to drag her downward as well as around the chamber, and she felt like she was close to drowning in the sordid mixture of fluids. As Mercy tilted forward, over the ledge, Aster was dragged further to  the bottom of the stomach, she could feel the floor with her arms. She was starting to panic, starting to struggle again. But she felt weak now... So weak... 

Then there was a colossal lurch. The contents of the stomach flew upwards, Aster was sure she touched the ceiling, defying gravity for a split-second before crashing back down hard. She was thrust forward, unable to breathe through the sludge. Then she felt a sensation which was similar to her entry into the stomach. Every fibre of her being was gasping for air and she was hoping against hope whether Mercy was bringing her back up. In reality, it was quite the opposite. Her eyes were closed against the acid and mulch, but she could sense that she was being squashed through something tight and smooth. The pressure climaxed as she was jetted through a new gateway.

Omph! Mercy grunted on landing. Her paw pads stung for a second under her weight. Although the ledge was less than twice her height off the ground she had dropped like a stone.

That felt strange, Mercy thought to herself. She was hardly graceful, and had landed heavily, jolting forward and having to draw her head back to avoid knocking her jaw against the rocks. But that wasn't the source of the sensation- For a split-second, there was an unusual feeling somewhere deep inside her. Somewhere within her rib-cage. It passed after a second- leaving no numbness or dull aches, so she paid it no further thought. Grace was several body-lengths in front of her now, and looked over her silky shoulder again. This time, concern flitted through her green eyes before she saw that her companion was fine. She waited for Mercy to catch up, and then the two continued to walk with wary steps, further into these desolate valleys.

Aster coughed and spluttered. She took a gasp of air that smelt even worse than before- if such a thing was possible. There was the swaying as Mercy continued her ungainly walk, but she had found herself in a place far less frantic and noisy than the stomach. There was only a gentle gurgle, and the heart-beat was faint. She screamed as a jet of disgusting liquid spewed over her from an unknown source, but began to feel a surge of relief. Whatever it was, it was making the tingling sensation on her body ebb away. 

She was in a sitting position, sat in a shallow pool of thick liquids, and by placing her tiny hands below her posterior, she could feel a very gentle peristalsis urging her on. She placed her slimy arms above her and around her, feeling the new surroundings and gritting her teeth as waves of disgust ebbed and flowed over her. She really was deep inside Mercy's system now, and she couldn't believe she was still alive. She sensed somehow that this wasn't supposed to happen, but she had been given a slim life-line for escape, thrust into this new part of Mercy's body. 

Aster was a scout, a survivor. Not that Mercy's relentless body was giving her much chance for heroics. The stomach felt like a place where death was inevitable, but now the tiniest chance of hope crept into her mind. This was a chance she was going to take with both arms. Nobody could doubt her willpower. Amazingly, she crouched down on her paws and knees, and actually began to crawl down Mercy's duodenum. Coaxed into the right direction by the occasional smooth flex of peristalsis. She gritted her teeth and rode waterfalls of slime, stood resolute against the terrible stench, focused on only one goal. Getting out.

Minutes became hours. The sun voyaged overhead and the shadows moved in their slow, eternal journey. Both Grace and Mercy had had small bursts of activity whenever the sea of rocks gave way to flatter areas, chasing each other playfully and nosing in the undergrowth. But now their gait had slowed again into that restrained, unhurried walk. Aster was lucky she exited the stomach when she did. The two had managed to catch a few rabbits, which certainly didn't go down as cleanly as Aster had done. Then again, if Aster hadn't managed her lucky escape she would probably be unidentifiable from the bloody meat and fur that were digesting away in there now.

They had circumvented the rocky passage for hours, and were climbing yet another ridge. It didn't make for pleasant travelling but they both detected the tiniest traces of sea air blown by the wind. It excited them, they hadn't been on a beach or near the coast for at least a year. They were fantasising about the interesting smells, the dance and music of the waves, the hilly sand dunes and easily available meals that such a place had to offer.

Aster's explorations were rather less pleasant. The intestines wound on and on for what felt like forever. She had been in these tubes for hours now, and her determination had long morphed into desperation. The air was thin in her lungs and smelling worse by the hour, she sagged with dehydration but simply couldn't bring herself to drink anything dripping onto her. Anything but that.

Through every twist and turn of the tube, she had to test which way the peristalsis was flowing. After all, it was pitch-black and the muscular movements were so lazy that if she wasn't careful she could easily end up backtracking. She was paranoid enough about ending up back at the unyielding gateway between the stomach and duodenum.

The continuing swaying of Mercy was almost hypnotic and Aster found herself fending off the temptation to just lie down and pass out into a deep sleep. But she knew that would probably be deadly, given the surroundings. There were slippery ropes of mucus and fluid arching in the intestines and the thick fluids and confined darkness were wearing her down, it turned her stomach when she had to break through a thick curtain of Mercy's juices just so she could keep going.

After another hour, the canine travellers were also getting tired. There was a mutual sense that they were scanning the boulders for a nice sheltered place to sleep for the night. The sun had quickly lowered itself over the horizon, the days were getting short at this time of year, and only the smallest slivers of dark purple could be made out on the very edge of the night sky. Both of the world's moons were a crescent, and the stars began to shine. A cold, clear night. 

They came to a small pool, as smooth as glass, which reflected this nightly world. They both bent down to drink the cool water within, neither had drank much all day, and they supped deeply from it.

Right next to this pool was a cluster of rocks that towered in a rudimentary circle. The middle was sheltered from the wind. Grace looked up and saw the stars up ahead. They locked their gazes for a moment and agreed without needing a further nod or swish of the tail. This was their bed for the night. It was dark in their makeshift den. A faint corona of silver bathed the jagged rocks above them, a brush of starlight.

They lay down to rest, becoming a single entity of reclining fur. Curling up together in such a way was sometimes a necessity, on icy nights in midwinter. On cool nights like this it was a mere creature comfort. They overlapped each other, and Grace's head found itself resting on Mercy's lower underbelly, her companions familiar, musty animal fragrance was all around her. Grace's tufted ear rested mere inches away from Aster's current location, but all that she heard of the voyage within was a soft gurgle from her friend's body. They both went to sleep.

Aster pushed on for as long as she could. The smell and the constant heat were giving her a headache, but she put one hand in front of another and continued shimmying her way through the river, in the intestines. When the rocking and swaying stopped, the whole place shifted sideways and Aster knew that Mercy had lay down to go to sleep, confirmed as the heart-beat slowed. She felt oddly angry and envious- the dog was sleeping, sleeping after what she'd been put through, what she was still going though. Her resolve hardened somewhat and she kept crawling through the animal's innards. 

After a few hours there was another hole, and Aster slid into something that made her realise she wasn't far from the exit. She was trapped in more solid stuff, in another groaning passage, and that's when she decided to give up the struggles. Coughing and gagging on the aroma of shit, she decided to wait in this final pipe. Just wait, for hours if need be, for Mercy's body to take it's course and let her out...

The sun rose. There was a corona of brighter light over the top of the stones now. Grace looked up at it for a few minutes before giving a yawn and standing up. Mercy followed her cue, as eager as the other to get over the mountain to the areas beyond. Their stomachs grumbled, their wanderlusts were as insatiable as their appetites.

Grace walked forward several yards and stood on the precipice of the mountain, they'd climbed higher than they realised last night. Grace was half-heartedly following but looked from right to left, preoccupied with some feelings down below.

The light-blue creature gave Mercy her privacy. She sat with her back to her large companion, and could hear the spatter of piss and wet thuds from behind her, but she concentrated on the view in front. The sea could be seen in the distance. There was a band of meadows and sand dunes as far as the eye could see just this side of the waves. Space in which to run, to jump and to bound endlessly. She could just about smell the salt on the air, and the breeze invigorated her as readily as the view captured her canine imagination and beckoned her to come forth.

Mercy's sphincter sputtered rudely, melding with the music of the yellowed water that cheerfully spattered on the stones from her other hole. She swayed on her haunches slightly, her tongue poked out of the side of her muzzle in concentration, muscles stretching to squeeze the final foul-smelling log out of there- Aster tried desperately to resist the temptation of screaming as she joined a considerable pile on the stones. The last thing she wanted was to grab Mercy's attention after actually surviving this. 

There was berry residue in there, with tough seeds that may yet sprout from her leavings, miles from the place where they were consumed. Remains of all sorts of animals, the ghost of a butterfly, whose short life had ended in an act of canine play- long absorbed into her ample body. All these things had been processed and worked through Mercy and fused into a uniform dark brown substance that defaced the smooth, cleanly rocks. The only incongruous thing was a dash of movement in the pile, Aster lay there, encased. She spluttered and gasped the cold morning air. 

Aster looked up at her prison of the last day or so, a massive curve of fur, generous canine haunches that swayed teasingly. The pink flesh of the anus loudly exhaled- one last release of air, then closed up. Tight.
I was in there. Aster thought. It was unbelievable, she'd been all the way through the body that towered above her, tall and proud. Mercy's immense rump finally raised, a dark silhouette against the morning sky for a moment, before going out of view with a swish of a huge tail. Mercy walked up to Grace, a slightly sheepish expression on her face. A familiar, not-too-pleasant scent in the air. They left, both of them, wandering downhill.

Aster simply lay there for a minute, not caring about where she was, or what she was in. The starry sky had never looked so good, neither had the cool night air felt so good in her lungs (even if it was warped somewhat by the smell surrounding her). 

She was out. It was unbelievable. She was countless miles away from home (she'd certainly smashed her own record for the furthest distance travelled, if unintentionally), sitting in a pile of shit. She had no idea how, but she'd survived being eaten. Aster felt towards her chest, and clasped the beaded necklace, it was slippery in her grasp. Relief and thankfulness surged through her and she cried it out as she edged her way out of the disgusting pile.

Quite how she was going to get home she didn't know, but she clasped the shitty necklace again and knew that she would somehow manage it. After all most colossal wave of good fortune on her side. But first things first, it was time to find some water. 
Her host for the past day was half a mile away now, tongue hanging out as she bounded through air that smelled of seawater and sand dunes. Grace and Mercy looked the very picture of animal regality as they ran without a care in the world- two canine goddesses who owned the landscape itself.

And in the wake of their travels stood a mouse heroine with a tale to tell. A mouse that was pretty desperate for a drink and a bath!