Escape & Sheela should really chew her food.
When the Anthros Came to Town
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
hiddensinner76
The monster of a fish charged. You leaped towards something solid looking in the stomach juices. It looked almost like it was plastic? The idea of trying to climb the belly walls started to make its case. Only for the image of the fish charging again to have it forced out of your mental control room with a swift duck. This strange yellow object you found yourself on had an open door like entrance. You quickly slide inside and using your body weight you pulled the door shut with a soft.
Clack.
With a look around you saw the facsimile of what seemed like a submarine? Damp stickers of alien navigation consoles were starting to peel off. What exactly was this thing, had Sheela swallowed a toy whole? You sighed. It wasn’t that surprising. They way she scarfed down her meals straight from the Burger Savannah bags. There were probably way more out there in the hazy acidic swamp of a stomach. But now you realized your bigger problems. One, you were thankfully in a safe place from her previous meals. Two, But on the flip side even with this being a toy to the Zoonovians it was magnitudes but still comparable size to a actual sub for you. A sub that was just a hunk of plastic with no ability to move.
You gazed upwards at the hatch you had clamped shut above you. The only light allowing you to see was a single button from near the front view port. Where the none to happy but much worst for ware visage of your would-be predator gazed in.
…
Wait light? This was a plastic toy. How was there a…
A: It’s just a trick. You really are in a dead submarine at the bottom of a gators belly.
B: Alien toys are a bit more advanced… or something more. You notice the damp stickers have stuff under them.
Clack.
With a look around you saw the facsimile of what seemed like a submarine? Damp stickers of alien navigation consoles were starting to peel off. What exactly was this thing, had Sheela swallowed a toy whole? You sighed. It wasn’t that surprising. They way she scarfed down her meals straight from the Burger Savannah bags. There were probably way more out there in the hazy acidic swamp of a stomach. But now you realized your bigger problems. One, you were thankfully in a safe place from her previous meals. Two, But on the flip side even with this being a toy to the Zoonovians it was magnitudes but still comparable size to a actual sub for you. A sub that was just a hunk of plastic with no ability to move.
You gazed upwards at the hatch you had clamped shut above you. The only light allowing you to see was a single button from near the front view port. Where the none to happy but much worst for ware visage of your would-be predator gazed in.
…
Wait light? This was a plastic toy. How was there a…
A: It’s just a trick. You really are in a dead submarine at the bottom of a gators belly.
B: Alien toys are a bit more advanced… or something more. You notice the damp stickers have stuff under them.
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June 6
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