The juices of her stomach had no more mercy for the tiny worshiper than had the goddess herself, and as his body drifted off into the slumber from which he wouldn't awaken they took up his body, allowing it to drift lightly on the waves created by the churning walls of Reese's belly, as they built up around him into a sea of doom.<br/><br/>Slowly the acidity of the liquid rose, pulling at his fur, dissolving it into a mush and then into the basic protein strings that sloshed from his skin, leaving him naked against the assault of the waves as they rolled over him, forcing him under.<br/><br/>Beneath the surface of the sea of stomach acid, the mouse's body was pressed upon from all sides by the motion of the liquid, which forced some of the digestive juices down his throat and into his body, attacking him front outside and inside at the same time, using his body's own natural pathways to move through it, taking him apart a bit at time.<br/><br/>Unerringly it aimed for a goal, and with a final bubble of escaping air from his lungs, the acids began to achieve their aim. The skin became like paste, slogging off the harder muscles beneath, the eyes nothing but mush that was drawn out of the sockets and pulled out into the rest of the sea, while the body drifted in the infinite darkness.<br/><br/>Sure of victory, the stomach continued to work, the muscles being tenderized by the waves became soft, and pliable, pulled from the bones, and tearing the ligaments away with them as the body of the mouse became part of the slumbering wolfess. Soon enough, only a few bones and a cloud of mush remained to mark that the mouse had ever been, and as the stomach juices flowed into the intestine, the mush was absorbed, while the bones were pushed through, leaving only the gleaming white bits of him, hidden in life, to show that there had once been a mouse named Ryleck, who had lived in the house of Reese, and that he had died to nourish her..