You visualize the cut you are about to make. But first, to make sure it doesn’t wake up while you’re cutting it, you slit it’s throat. The deed done, you start sawing away at the scaled belly of the lamia.
An hour later, you have finally got the lamia’s would-be prey out of the stomach. The person you freed is not actually a person, but a centaur! This centaur had the upper body of a young woman, about in her late teens. She had a gorgeous face with light blue eyes and elven ears. Her bosom was covered by 2 half-digested leaves. Her lower half, however resembled a deer, light brown and black. Once you pulll her free, she says to you, “ Oh, thank you, human, so much, you saved my life!”
You reply, “ Eh, it’s no big deal. It’s the right thing to do.”
“So, you’re a human, huh? How did you survive the raid on your village?”
“What attack?” You reply swiftly.
“You don’t know?! The attack that wiped out all humans, where they feasted upon you all for days, in the most sadistic way ever? They had competitions to see who could eat the most of you!”
“Actually, I don’t think I’m from anywhere nearby. You see, I was driving my car-“
“What’s this car you speak of?”
“A car? Really? You don’t know what that is? It’s a thing that you use to travel. They have pedals that you use to stop and go, and...” you explain what a car is to her, and answer all her questions.
“So,” she asks, “you come from a place with cars, and you were driving one, and you got blinded, which then made you wake up? And, in your world, humans are the only intelligent race?”
“That about sums it up.”
She then explains how the lamias were raiding and eating other races. She was taking a walk when she was attacked and eaten by the lamia, but not often a short fight. “You know what, I’m going to take you to my village. You can live there, and help us fight the lamia, and it’ll be great!”
“Sounds good, but how far away is this village?”
“About 20 km. We’ll get there in no time!”
“20 km! It’ll take us hours to get there, and the sun is already almost set!”
“You can ride me,” she suggests.
“That’ll just slow you down.”
“Oh, you know how lamia can swallow things whole? Well so can I!” She says proudly. “It’s actually a birth defect, but I think it’s a gift.”
“You want to eat me!?” You yell, bewildered.
“Don’t worry, us centaur have a storage stomach. I’ll put you in there, you’ll be unharmed, and I can go as fast as possible.”
You think about this. Do I really trust this random person I saved? Should I go off on my own? Should I just ride her? You eventually decide to ride in her stomach.
“Yay! Let’s get going then, shall we?” With that, she picks you up and stuffs you into her throat. The throat is tight and compressing. From the outside, you see your feet sliding down the centaur’s gullet. You hope you made the right decision, but you have no way of knowing. Meanwhile, your feet emerge in a larger chamber; her stomach. You wiggle your feet and she giggles. Soon, your entire body is in the tight confines of her throat. She starts to gallop, swaying her bulging belly to and fro. You feel everything moving around you.
“By the way, I never caught your name,” you say from inside her, not knowing if she can hear you.
“Ada,” she responds hastily.
Your future lies in Ada’s hands. What happened?
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