Maybe Not

"Hey, can you hear me? When are you going to let me out?" Kyle yells hoping the macro that ate him could hear. Kyle was swallowed alive by a macro predator and is now waist deep in stomach acids and half digested food. The digestive acids sting on Kyle's fur and skin, but is nothing serious as he isn't in any danger. The stomach around Kyle groans and gurgles as it contracts to move the contents around. "Dang he can't hear me from in here. Well, maybe he will vomit me out soon?" Kyle asks himself hoping to spare himself the long and unwanted tour. He tries to stir up some commotion to induce vomitting from his pred, but the stomach seems to be used to active guests.
---few hours later---
"Ok, maybe not." Kyle says to himself realizing he's past the point of no return and cannot be vomitted out now. He is soaked in digesting mush as it and him are squeezed through the preds small intestine. There is some wet rumbling around Kyle as he gets pushed along with the liquified contents of the food he accompanied in the stomach. "Oh gawd, don't tell me where I think I'm going!" Kyle says to himself knowing where he is eventually going to end up and exiting from. However there is nothing he can do, and he at least feel lucky enough to not have digested.

Here is the coloring of an older drawing I did. This was colored a couple months ago, so this may not be my current best work.