Early afternoon finds the otter mage named Mal out on a walk in the town of Serenity. He took a trip here to search for more supplies, curious what this city might have to offer him, but the three-foot-eight mustelid hasn't had much luck finding anything alchemical here.

"Oh well," he thinks while straightening his blue mage robes, "at least the town is nice." He decides to grab a bite to eat so his trip wouldn't be a total waste.

As he's pondering what he's hungry for, though, he spots a bat nearly twice his own height nearby. They pause, sniffing the air, before turning to look at the otter with a grin, heading his way.

Mal blinks, unsure of what to say as this stranger steps close, speaking in a deep and gruff voice. "Hey there, haven't seen you around before. You some kind of wizard or something?"

The otter looks up at the six-foot-nine, powerfully-built bat, with dark grey fur, a red muscle shirt, and torn denim shorts. "Erm… I'm a mage, technically, but-"

"Same thing," interrupts the bat. "Listen – You smell amazing, like the fresh ocean. And while I don't often have seafood, you're kinda making me hungry."

Growing concerned, Mal stammers "Uh… Well… I-I like seafood too… Maybe we can go to a buffet together or something?"

The bat shakes his head. "It's too busy this time of day. Lunch rush and all. Besides…"

He suddenly picks Mal up by his sides, pinning the otter's arms to his sides to keep him from casting any spells. "…I think I've found my lunch right here."

Mal yelps as he's effortlessly lifted from the ground – But oddly, he doesn't try to fight beyond gently squirming. He can't use his magic right now, and the bat is too strong to challenge physically. It's probably best to just let it happen, he figures.

Besides – He's got a backup plan. He'll reform good as new once all is said and done.

The bat, not seeming to care what's on the otter's mind, parts his jaws widely in front of him, before pausing and saying "I'm Radar, by the way; it's nice to meet you and to eat you!"

Then, he opens wide again.

Mal blushes softly as he sees the deep, blood-red interior of Radar's mouth; he sees the sharp teeth in front of that long, rippling tongue, which leads back to the pulsing gullet below the swaying uvula. He shudders – Not entirely out of disgust, but partially out of the fact it's admittedly quite a nice maw, even though he's fully aware of what it'll mean for him.

Radar wastes no time pushing him forward, taking his head entirely inside his mouth, huffing softly as he licks the otter's face. The quiet "Mmmh" that sounds from his throat shows he quite enjoys his prey's taste! He fumbles a moment to pull Mal's robes and clothes off, before pushing him deeper with a deep Glllp!

The otter plunges face-first into the bat's tight throat, the muscles rippling and squeezing around him as they try to pull him deeper. If the bat had any concerns about being seen publicly devouring him, he certainly isn't showing it, as he takes another swallow to cram those shoulders into his gullet next.

He works effectively, swallowing rapidly to shove Mal deeper and deeper into his body, and the mage can only imagine the bulges he's making in Radar's throat and chest as he draws closer to the hungry belly below. His short legs kick softly, his broad tail flicking from side to side, as he's taken further into the bat's esophagus with every gulp.

Radar, for his part, seems to be enjoying his catch quite a bit, as he does slow down once he reaches Mal's belly, opting to taste him once he's sure he won't fight back. The otter squirms, unable to keep from giggling as that tongue runs over his tummy fur, pressing into the chub that's there and extracting the tasty flavor of seafood. For not being a big connoisseur of it, Radar sure seems to be enjoying himself!

Soon, though, he resumes swallowing, taking Mal's waist into his mouth. The bat gives a few cheeky licks and gentle nibbles here, but it's clear his belly just wants to be filled. He takes a half-swallow, which presses the otter's face against a tight ring of muscle that only holds taut for a second before letting him through.

Mal slips about eight inches deeper in one smooth motion as he breaches into Radar's stomach, sliding against the folded and wrinkled rugae lining the chamber. There isn't much worth noting inside aside from a bit of fluid at the bottom; it seems to be mostly swallowed saliva at the moment. Of course, that will change soon, but the otter takes a bit of comfort that he won't be digested immediately, even if that is just delaying the inevitable.

The bat quickly slurps down Mal's legs and tail like noodles, even making a loud Schhhlp as they slide into his mouth, before one final Glllck! sends them down to his belly as well.

The otter squirms as he's packed into the digestive chamber, made to curl up tightly inside. He hears the cardia squish shut behind him as he's entirely deposited within the stomach, which shifts idly all around him – Almost like a full-body massage.

Honestly, it's not the worst feeling in the world.

From outside, he hears the bat's voice. "Ahh, that was great. You alright in there, bud?"

Mal replies in a dry tone, "As alright as I can be given the circumstances, I suppose."

Radar chuckles. "That's the spirit. I appreciate you not fighting or screaming or crying – It's so annoying when my prey does that. And you tasted amazing, too, so you get points for that as well."

He pats his belly, rocking the occupant within. "I'd give you a solid ten out of ten."

Mal blinks, then responds "Thanks, I guess."

He feels some movement as the bat starts walking, evidently going back about his day, though he does soon speak again. "Hope you don't mind if I keep you in there for a while; you feel great with those little squirms."

The otter rolls his eyes. He can reform, but he can't exactly escape on his own. But he isn't the one in control here.

"I mean, I don't really have a say in the matter, do I?"

"Not really, no. Tell you what – You've been a good prey for me, so how about I get your clothes washed for you, then when you reform, I'll send them back to your home. Sound good?"

Mal blinks. He never told the bat he could reform. "How did you know-?"

"Come now, you're a mage, and you're being far too calm. Either you had a death wish, or you can reform. And I'm going to assume the latter because I don't want to imagine the first option. It's too morbid, even for me."

He pats his belly again, giving it a soft rub this time that the otter can feel. It's surprising how gentle this bat can be.

"Like I said, just let me hold you for a while, then I'll send you your clothes once I've digested you. And please keep wiggling; it feels amazing."

Without anything better to do, Mal shrugs and squirms like the slippery otter he is. A smile grows on his muzzle as he feels Radar shiver – As strange as this encounter was, it still feels nice making his pred happy.

All in all, not a bad way to end his time in Serenity. He makes a mental note to come back sometime.

No doubt Radar would easily be able to sniff him out again.