This is my first ever vore story. It's based on a dream I had a year or two ago.
One night, Fidget was out for an evening walk by himself until something snatched him up out of nowhere.
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The peg legged bat discovered he was in Ratigan's lair and a rat chuckled. "So, we meet again, Fidget," Ratigan sneered.
Fidget gasped. "You again?"
"Oh, don't worry, Felicia's not here and thanks to that pesky Basil, so it's just you and me," Ratigan assured him.
"Wait. You plan to eat me? That's crazy!" Fidget said with a scoff as he crossed his arms.
"Oh, Fidget, you really think that? Don't be so sure."
"You really think that's gonna work on me? Not gonna happen."
"You want to see how mean I get when I'm hungry? I will!"
Fidget flinched at first, but then he glared bravely afterwards. So, he punched him in the face in self-defense and started to fly away. Little did the bat know that the rat was quick enough to pull him down into his mouth and swallow him whole. Poor Fidget slid down Ratigan's throat and plopped into Ratigan's stomach.
"Ew, Ratigan! What is that stuff in here?" Fidget demanded out of disgust.
"That's called the inside of the stomach, Fidget," Ratigan replied, "I won't digest you as long as you sit down and relax."
Suddenly, Fidget became tired, so he yawned, crawled into a ball, and fell asleep.
Noticing his ex-henchman was calm, he rubbed his belly and said to Fidget, "Fidget, you have been asleep within me."
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Basil was out for a walk and stopped to glance at footprints with his magnifying glass to get a better look. "Rats!" Basil gasped, "Someone must've abducted Fidget!" He bolted into his house to announce Fidget's disappearance. "Ladies and gentlemen! Fidget is missing!"
"Come on, Hiram and Olivia, let's go save Fidget," Dawson told the Flavershams.
"He's our friend and we don't want to lose him," Olivia said as she and her father put on their coats and hats and Olivia put on a scarf.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Basil asked, "I have a feeling I know where this fiend has taken Fidget."
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Basil was right. He and his friends headed toward Ratigan's lair, where one familiar criminal had taken Fidget.
Ratigan was rubbing his belly when Basil and his friends interrogated him. "Looking for something, Basil?" Ratigan asked with a smirk.
"Yes, what have you done with Fidget?"
Ratigan rubbed his stomach in reply until he felt something or rather someone pounding in his belly, wanting to be let out. This made the rat feel sick, so he threw Fidget up, who was now covered in stomach acids.
"Fidget, are you alright?" asked Basil, who helped him up.
"Yeah, I think so," Fidget replied nervously.
"That's good because you need a bath," Basil said.
"I'll say," Ratigan said, holding his nose.
Everyone laughed at him, knowing he was guilty for kidnapping Fidget and eating him.
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In a different room, safe from Ratigan, who was arrested, Basil rinsed Fidget with a hose to get rid of the stomach acids. "Next time, try not to go out there at night late unsupervised, at least until London is truly safe," Basil said, "Or you can bring something to keep you safe like weapons to use to defend yourself or bring a flashlight."
Fidget nodded to show he was listening. "Can I use my fists, peg leg, and my only foot, too?" he asked.
"You can, but it depends on the situation such as someone could be carrying a gun or a knife."
Fidget gulped. "If someone were to grab me, I'll bite, hit, or kick him."
"Certainly."
"Good job, Fidget," Olivia said sweetly as she clapped.
The bat had one more question left. "What about Ratigan? Where is he now?"
"I had the police take care of him," Basil said, "Ready for a bath?"
"Oh, I've been through a lot," Fidget said as he got in the tub.
"At least you pounded on Ratigan's stomach to be let out," Hiram said, "It takes guts."
"Thanks," Fidget said, smiling sheepishly.
"Of course, it did," Basil agreed and to Dawson and the Flavershams, "Now, let's give Fidget some privacy." And he and the others left Fidget, so he could get undressed. Once that was done, he stepped into the tub and let the water run.
Basil knocked the door.
"Don't come in," Fidget said.
"I'm just going to grab your clothes so they can be washed," Basil told him.
"Alright, come in. I'm already in the tub." Fidget scrubbed himself and shampooed his hair. He then scratched his head and rinsed himself.
Basil grabbed a pair of gloves and put them on in order to put Fidget's dirty clothes into a bag to get washed. He tossed Fidget's clothes into a bag, but suddenly, something caught his eye. It was a scrubber. The detective set down the bag of clothing and went for the scrubber. He dipped the scrubber into the tub.
"What are you doing?" Fidget asked, giving him an awkward look.
"Well," Basil said and in reply, he scrubbed the bat's back and the two of them laughed. It was nice of Basil to get distracted by a scrubber because everyone could use a distraction sometimes. "Are you finished with your bath, Fidget?"
"Yep," Fidget answered.
Basil handed him a towel and left with a bag of laundry, closing the door behind him. Fidget turned the water off, dried himself off with a towel, and stepped out of the tub. He headed into his former room and picked out some clothes to wear until his clothes were washed.