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Chapter #4
Popping Joey
by: Unknown
"Marth I agree, but you 'Pop' me right after. Also, give me something pointy..."
Marth sighed and handed you a sword sliver. It was good and 'pointy' and it was also small enough to fit in your pocket.
"Okay, Ready?"
"Yep, just remember though. If you don't pop me out then I'll do it for you..." Marth chuckled nervously as he opened his hand and you crawled onto it. It was a few seconds of hesitation before he rose his hand to be level with his face. He sighed and said, "I'm just as nervous as you are..."
"I hear ya..." you say in response.
He finally put you in his mouth and the un-easyness was everywhere. You look around, trying to distract yourself what was about to happen, and notice that there was nothing stuck in his teeth and that for a medieval time he had good dental. When you were about to compliment him, Marth finally got the nerve and started to get you slippery. After a minuet of not knowing what was up and what was down he tipped back his head. The saliva around you did nothing to keep you there and down you slid till Marth's throat muscles were notified you were there. You yelped from the sudden clenching of your ankles together as the muscles pulled you down. Marth gagged for a second then gulped hard again, sending you practically all the way down. He had to gulp again to make your head and shoulders go in. After that all it was, was a long minuet down with the walls rubbing against you, pushing you down. Once your feet could wiggle in the air you gulped and yelled as the esophagus let you go into the stomach. The floor was plusher than you thought as you landed smoothly. Still though, you got up shakily and looked around, noticing that the slight lack of clothes Marth had on let a red light in. After getting steady the air around you shifted, like if you stood under a large vaccum and had on lead shoes. Faster than a blink you were cold thanks to the outside air hitting you.
Wait...outside air?
Marth took you out and after shaking your head of spit he spoke, "See, 'Pop'. Probably didn't even feel it..."
"You're right...I didn't." One last shake of your head got it spit free enough that it wasn't leaking into your face when you looked up.
"Now if you don't mind..." Marth opened up his other hand to you and it took a few seconds before your brain clicked to 'Give sword'. Which you did and he put it on the table next to you. "Now it's some time before we get to the potions room. Are you hungry?"
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