The truth of this statement didn't immediately sink into Sparktail, obviously. No one would expect to be pleasured inside a stomach and Sparktail wasn't any different. As he felt his body being pushed inside the stomach, the massage given by the muscles fading away, his pleasure was turned into worries. Like one coming out from a deep slumber after an apocalyptic tragedy, he had the finality of the act he just had submitted himself to finding its way inside him. Drawing a cold on his excitement, the newest idea knocked down all the others about pleasure, setting his priorities straight.<br/><br/>Opening his eyes, the rodent found light to be missing again, this sense replaced by the foul scent from inside a stomach. This was, however, the last comparison he could make with how things were supposed to be. The small chamber constrained all his moves, so all he could do was pretty useless against his fate. Curious about how it looked from inside, he sent a small bolt, lighting the room briefly. During that short lapse of time, he noticed that he was resting in a rising pool of strange liquid. He didn't need to have been human to know what it was. It was stomach acids, which were slowly destroying his body like Magic had done to the apple before. In the last flash of light, he even noticed that his fur was falling, some blood vessels in the skin opening and bleeding.<br/><br/>He knew that he should have been feeling pain at this moment, but all he felt was being soothed in some kind of trance, a second conscious state that brought nothing but pleasant and appealing thoughts and sensations. Smiling to this, Sparktail closed his eyes, a last wave of pleasure passing through his body as he lost consciousness. If this was really his death, it had been worth it.