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Dingbat's Day Off: An Aekallia Interactive - Page 35 - Let her grab you - By jkssmtrfkr - Overview

Darkness descends over you like, well, a wide-open cow mouth. You feel Mooki's soft lips seal themselves around your ankles and a moment later feel her teeth firmly clamp onto your shins. The floor then drops out beneath you as she lifts you off the ground. Her head tips back and you feel her teeth release you, letting you slide onto her very raspy and muscular tongue.


It smells like a mixture of stale beer and lawn trimmings in here, and you can only imagine what it'll be like inside her stomach. Stomachs, even - you'll be visiting four of them before this trip is over.


The were-cow then begins to chew - a slow, lazy, methodical mastication that has you visiting each rubbery molar in turn for an long, grinding, get-to-know-you session. You struggle to breathe as she forces the air out of you with each crunch, seeming to take pleasure in your flailing discomfort. Between tooth-grinds, she rolls you onto her tongue and mashes you into the ridged roof of her mouth with it, rubbing your squirming body relentlessly with the sandpapery surface.


You hear an unnervingly amorous moo emerging from her throat occasionally, and you start to wonder if you're her first hominid. Perhaps you've started a trend, you think. Soon the campus were-cows will start grazing outside of the nano dorms and "accidentally" gobbling up students who get too close.


She's your first ruminant as well, but you're not exactly filled with pioneering spirit as you feel her tongue maneuvering you to her throat. It's more of a numb exasperated resignation you feel as the tongue bucks and undulates below you, sliding you feet-first into the tube that suddenly collapses around you.


Muscles contract and press against your head as you're forced, feet-first, down the soft, rubbery tube. You hear the were-cow's heart approach from below, grow thunderingly loud, then fade away above you. Finally, you feel the tube take a sharp bend to the right, and you're pushed into a wall of mushy, wet grass.


You climb your way in the thick darkness to the top of the grass, and are relieved to find that there's a sizable air pocket in here. You take a few deep breaths of air, though the smell immediately makes you wish you hadn't. The stale grass clipping smell of Mooki's mouth is nothing compared to the fermenting stench of this, her first stomach.


You quickly unzip your belly-pack, feel around for the clip light, and attach it to the first bit of rugae you can find. The light flickers on, and you blink a bit as your eyes adjust to the light.


What you see is every bit as nasty as what you'd expect inside a cow. The chamber you're in is packed with a pile of stringy grass in various stages of decomposition. The ceiling is an ugly brownish-pink, and you have just enough room to sit upright in the mushy grass. All around you are the usual bubbling and glooping noises you'd find in any other stomach.


Oh, well, you think. It's not the library, but it's quiet enough. You take out your books and start to study.


To the reader - things are going to get icky from this point on - wanna continue, or go back to the beginning and try some other story lines?

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