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Ferro leapt down from the balcony of Cyan’s beach house, landing heavy on the sand of the lakeshore a couple stories below. Pain seared into their bones from their less than perfect landing. But now wasn’t the time to be hurt. They weren’t safe here and they needed to run. Run all the way back to the Driftwood. That was the only place they’d be safe.
A dark shape neared the surface of the lake’s water. A massive thing larger than any living creature could be. All Ferro knew they could do was run in the face of all of this. They didn’t even know what they were running from. Just that if they stayed here, they would die.
The shape broke the surface, a massive smooth breath of dark. Not dark as the dark skin of an animal; dark like the space between the stars. A wholly suffocating nothingness in the shape of an aquatic cryptid. A Black-Whale.
It shot towards them at high speed, out of the water and onto the shore. Beaching itself in one massive dive at Ferro. They dove forward and it missed, so near that they tumbled from the wind off its body.
But it wasn’t over. How could it be? Ferro was so very small, what could they do against something like that. The beached Whale’s mouth gaped, sand slipping past its brushlike baleen down into an unfathomably large gullet where it disappeared. The sand it ate was never replaced, rather, the spot just remained empty. And soon the Whale was moving again. Not through flapping of its fin, but through sheer desire to consume.
Ferro ran. Of course they did. It was all they could ever do against something like this. It was pointless of course, the Whale moved a lot faster than they could. When it was near their heels, they could feel a vacuum of air as its maw opened so very wide. Revealing a giant interior like a church of flesh with a gaping wall. Arches of pink flesh dripped, wet with saliva from a massive bumpy tongue waiting below like a predatory bed, eager for its prey’s landing.
Ferro was taken whole with the sand beneath their feet. Shaking consumed ground threw them, scratching their arm rough against the baleen’s bristles before landing in the slightly gooey wet embrace of it’s tongue. The jaws snapped closed shortly after. There was only a dim light coming between the bristles of the baleen, like bars in this new organic prison. They had to feel around to move in here, every touch leaving their paws covered in viscous saliva that stank of the sea.
They didn’t have much time to get acclimated as water began pouring in from between the baleen bars of their prison. Not enough to flood this place, but enough to knock Ferro off their feet and force them down towards its gullet. Ferro grasped desperately, its taste buds were large enough to be hand holds, but were soft and still slick with saliva. They had to use their entire body to hold on, keeping their head under water and against the tongue until their lungs burned for breath. When they lifted their head to breathe, their grasp broke, sending them sliding into its oesophagus.
It was like a waterslide down a tube of smooth muscle. Ferro clung onto the sides of the oesophagus to slow themselves down. They felt around in the dark for some hole they could crawl through, but there were none. All their searching managed to do was exhaust them until finally their dreams were crushed, along with their body. The walls of the tube closed in on them, softly squeezing them deeper. Ferro was able to hold on through the first wave of contractions. But the second broke their grip and sent them rumbling down towards the stomach.
Ferro could hear the water falling ahead of them and they closed their eyes, resigned to what was to come. It was a soft landing, like they fell on a mattress. Their digits felt not the biting pain of acid, but fabric underneath. They opened their eyes, surprisingly their surroundings were dimly lit. Around them were the pink flesh walls of the stomach. Beneath them was a rug placed tastefully in the center of this room of flesh. And behind them, light shined in through the cracks of a door, carved into the walls of the stomach.
Ferro got up confused, walked to the door, and opened it. Inside they saw a fully furnished bedroom, with normal wallpapered walls, a mirror, a portrait of a whale, and dominoes on top of a table. Ferro got a closer look at the table. 28 dominoes lined up, engraved with animal designs. They had a hard time figuring out if any of this meant anything.
The whale in the portrait moved, looking Ferro directly in the eye before saying softly, “Hey, you alright, little addict?”
Ferro puts their head in their hands, before weeping and screaming. “No, nothing was alright. It’s never been alright I-” The room shakes and shudders. Reality bending and breaking before dissipating entirely. And then Ferro is awake.
An uncharacteristically concerned Cyan is looking over them, hand on their shoulder. “So uhh, are you cool now? You were shaking in your sleep and I got worried. Then well…” Cyan lifted an embroidered towel to Ferro’s face. “I’ve never seen anyone cry in their sleep before.”
“I had a weird dream. I was swallowed by a whale…”
“Oh? I hear that’s some people’s kink, getting swallowed whole.”
Ferro chuckles, “It wasn’t a sex dream, Cyan!”
“Sure it wasn’t,” Cyan gets up, retrieving Ferro’s Hearth Honey and bringing it to them. “Well if you want to, we can just have a normal night and forget about that dream.”
Ferro smiles. A normal night sounded so nice... They get high with one another, screwed around, before fucking and passing out in each other’s embrace.
Cyan said something strange before they drifted off to sleep. “You know, little addict… I’m glad you came here…” Ferro was glad, too. They knew their life with Cyan would probably be short, but they felt a strange feeling of contentment in it.
Ferro wakes up in the room again. Normal wallpaper, mirror, dominoes, painting of a whale. At least they avoided the journey this time. Everything seemed the same as it was last time except… Ferro counted the dominos, “25, 26, 27…” one of them was missing. Ferro understood what the dominoes meant now. Something they knew was coming ever since they became addicted to Honey, even more now that they were down this path with Cyan.
The dominoes were days in a line. Counting down.
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- Wednesday 27 December 2023
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