You spun around as you heard a voice from behind you say your name.
"How are you feelin' Brent?" The kangaroo asked with a smile. You have to look up to see it as her thick thighs fill your view as you turn to face her.
"I...well, I...wait!" You started to answer her, when you quickly realized that something was off. "How did you know my name?!" you asked in shock.
The anthro 'roo chuckled. "We were busy while you were napping Brent. Your earthly laws of physics wouldn't have done you many favors here with us, so we made some slight...ah...adjustments to your physiology. You'll find life with us much more survivable now," she said with a giggle.
"And we found your wallet while we were at it. Do all humans carry around so much green paper with pictures of other men?" the rabbit asked happily.
Well, at least that answers how they got your name, although it left many more worrying questions.
"Uhm, no. They don't," you answered shaking your head somewhat wearily. "And to answer your other question, I feel...well....fine. A little tired maybe, but fine."
"That's to be expected," the hippo says matter of factly, "A simple side effect," she says as if you had just taken Asprin.
While your head is still spinning with questions, the horse interjects.
"Alright, enough of the chit chat. Cara, take Brent to see his new quarters. The rest of you have some work to be doing, don't you?"
Most of the crew on the ship give some form of affirmative response and get busy, or start looking busy. Cara, apparently the kangaroo, is the only one hesitating.
"I'm sorry Captain, but...new quarters?" she asks.
The horse looks up and down the 'roo's body with a smile. You completely miss the look, but Cara does not, responding in kind with a smile of her own.
"Ah, right away Captain. This way Brent!" she calls to you, pulling you off the table and down the nearby hallway.
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Cara holds you close to her body as she escorts you through the ship. You feel her thick, soft curves rub up against your much smaller body as she walks. You try to interject with questions about whatever they did to you while you were unconscious, but Cara simply ignores them and continues pointing out features of the ship. Finally, she stops in a long hallway in front of a tall doorway. It opens without the 'roo having to lift as much as a finger. She prods you through the open door and you see a lavishly decorated room. The door slams shut ominously immediately as the two of you walk through.
You looked around in confusion. Why would your new room be decorated already?
As if she was reading your mind, Cara smiles and answers your unasked question. "Welcome to my room Brent!" she says happily.
"Wait, your room? I thought you were showing me to my quarters?" you asked. Things on this boat never seem to follow logic as you would expect it.
"Oh, I am," Cara says as she slowly circles you. "I just thought we should be somewhere private first. You see, your quarters are right....here...." she says, drawing out her last two words as she rubs her belly.
"Wait....you're going to eat me!?" you ask in terror.
Cara looks at you in confusion, then down at her body, and then laughs. "Oh! No!" she exclaims with a laugh. "You're not going in here" she says patting her stomach, "You're going in here!" she says, pulling out the fleshy fold of the pouch that she was actually rubbing.
While you were relieved to know that you weren't about to be devoured, you weren't exactly relaxed.
"What?!" you exclaim, "I can't live in your....in your pouch!" you beg.
Cara just smiles and continues to circle you.
"Well, I do have other options if you'd prefer," she responds, patting her massive round ass. Your eyes shoot wide open once again. That option seems exponentially worse.
"That's OK Brent, you don't have to decide right away. I'm sure we can find some way to kill a little time..." she says, letting her words drift.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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