Turning back to her audience, Kelly faked a scoff, swishing her tail it was so it was angled up in the air, curled at the tip.
"NONONONONO, WAI-"
WHAP
From then, after the deafening sound and the feeling of her scales slamming into my side, all of time and space seemed to disappear, that the very plane of existence had disintegrated into a void. There was just pain. Just pain, color flashing in every direction, and the roar of the air whistling past my ears as I felt my body soar like a golf ball through what seemed like the furthest reaches of space, or at least, as far as the already spacious room was at a shrunken size.
I quickly realized I wasn't killed, going by the horrified scream that was running its way out of my throat throughout the entire flight, and none of my bones seemed broken by the way I flailed my arms and legs around in the air. Not that it would last, of course. Once the adrenaline had settled and free thought was once again possible, I fought my hands against the wind to curl my arms over my head, not wanting to see the floor. It wasn't a montage of my life passing through my head; it was all the thoughts of what'd be left to clean up afterwards, probably with a few disgusted guests sneering at my body, all broken and bloody.
Everything went dark even with my eyes clamped shut, and I counted off my last seconds, wasting them by wondering who and what I could possibly dedicate my final thoughts to...
WHUMP
...and it was pretty damn soft, not that the impact hadn't knocked the wind out of me. Every bone in my body was shaken up, my head too battered to register anything but the sudden whiplash, but I thankfully remained intact, and it was with a lucky grab in the air that I caught a hold of something, hanging off of it.
With a few panicked breaths, my brain accustoming to the fact that I'd survived, I looked around as I hung with my stomach against something wide, soft, and blue, my eyes still too blurred to make anything out. I could tell my feet were dangling over a whole lot of nothing, so I slowly pulled myself up along the lip of whatever I'd clung onto, avoiding the urge to look down as I brought my foot up and needled it into the pocket, then straddled up so I could work the next one in, following with the rest of my body.
...Ah, fuck. I silently realized, lest I make a sound. ...a pocket.
A pocket to a pretty damn big pair of pants, I could tell, and even then they were tightly packed, with whatever contents I stood upon most likely flattened. Looking to the left, I could see the other orb to what I could tell was a truly titanic behind (now expanded into an awe-inspiring national monument to my shrunken eyes), the pants so taut around their owner's legs that the butt crack conformed between their cheeks threatened to rip them in half if whoever carried it had so much a wafer thin mint.
It was also much darker, I could tell afterwards, and I looked downwards. I gave a whistle, legitimately surprised by Kelly's precision when I saw that my "savior's" ass was tightly packed into one of the Diamond Mines' mine carts, one larger than the one I was riding in minutes ago. The rat in charge of the controls actually struggled to push the door closed with her passenger's mass all bunched up against the walls, but with her cheeks puffed out, she managed to push the door in until it clicked shut, and wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead as she got back in her station.
As the motor was clicked on (the epidermis beneath the denim vibrating slightly), I thought over my plan as all of us were pulled out of the station, holding in the tempting urge to swear revenge on Kelly.
Okay...just wait around for the next stop, try and find a place to jump out, and find Kelly. I thought over, but shook my head at the ending of that idea. No, no...maybe miss Blanc? It probably the forever to get to her, and even then-
But my thoughts were interrupted when I saw a large, furred hand out of the corner of my eye that reached down towards the other cheek, their owner's thick, doughy fingers scratching along her behind. What came next was a great void despair that ate up every organ in my chest, and I shuddered at the realization, suddenly terrified at the notion of who I was adhered to...
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