She slid down the sloppy gullet of the tube-monster, realizing that it must have connected it’s lower orifice with a separate entity, as she noticed a stark transition between the sickly sweet stench of the monster’s digestive tract and what she found herself slipping down now. This one was tapered, and had a bit of a rotten floral stench and a dimly luminescent secretion coating the walls. She positioned herself upon her back, with her hind legs in the air and her tail draped across her stomach, looking towards the direction of her descent. She could not see Master, but she could see the incongruous path he took; she could tell that safety was not as present in his psyche as much as fun. She noticed a pinhole of light intruding upon the dim atmosphere. The opalescent dime must be the destination that Master has been striving for, a fist-sized representation of his torrent of monotony the size of a watermelon. The car-sized light was nearly upon her, and she was kind of curious as to what the stadium of a hole held within it’s depths.
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