As Pearl thought about whether or not a slave was worth giving up a treat now, a sound from her stomach made her decision for her.
Grrrrrrrrwwwwwwwwwlll...
FOOD NOW.
Marc gave a scream as the orca forced him to the back of her throat and swallowed him whole. He was constricted all around by her throat muscles as he plummeted down into her gut. He landed on a mountain of masticated food, some of which he'd just seen her munching on only minutes ago. Her stomach was a landfill of past meals, but her gut was so large, Marc could--and did--take a few stumbling steps forward and began punching at her stomach walls.
"LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!"
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
Outside, Pearl gave a satisfied sigh as she smacked her lips, tasting her would-be human servant all over again. Mr. Talon rolled his eyes at the display.
"What are we going to do with you, Pearl?"
"Give me seconds?" the orca asked hopefully.
"I just told you you've used up all your allotted human slaves!" the raptor said.
"Oh... right... BWAAAAAAAAAAARP!" She smacked her lips again. "Worth it... Can you help roll me back on the couch?"
Mr. Talon sighed.
While the two anthros approached the situation casually, Marc wasn't willing to resign himself to his fate as whale food. He kept hitting at the walls of his fleshy prison, begging for release long after it became clear Pearl had no intention of letting him go. She and Mr. Talon talked about her upcoming match and the only sign of Marc's presence was the gaseous emissions the whale regularly unleashed. Even a full grown man hadn't filled her up for long though, as she kept eating throughout the entire affair, causing bits of food to rain down on Marc's head.
Eventually Mr. Talon left and Marc staggered away from the stomach wall, physically and emotionally drained. He sat on a lump of food and immediately jumped up again as something poked him in the butt. He spun around and saw he'd sat on a bone. Specifically a leg bone belonging to a human dressed in casual clothes and sporting an ASL name tag.
"Andy?" Marc whimpered, looking at the skeleton. "I just saw you last night. And now you're--"
PPPPPPFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTT
Pearl sighed in relief from the explosion of flatulence, the only eulogy she bothered to give for poor Andy. He heard an echoing sound as Pearl patted her stomach contentedly. The walls of her gut pulsed all him, and Marc knew that if he didn't find a way out of here soon, he'd end up being just another skeleton found by the next poor sap Pearl ate.
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