This choice: He pulls you into his mouth • Go Back...Chapter #11Hideout in Yankee's mouth by: Unknown Yankee realized that wasn't the best idea to just put you on his muzzle because you could easily fall from him. And his back? He was wide enough to have a safe dent between his shoulder blades from which you couldn't fall, but the cat could still spot you. Maybe if you hide there under his mane? No... He didn't want to risk it.
So the stallion slightly opened his mouth, covered his teeth with his tongue and with his upper lip he pulled you into his oral cavity, right on his tongue. What if he accidently swallows you? Yankee thought to himself. He rather wanted you secured somehow... So he got an idea: He withdrew his tongue deeper into his mouth and made a room at his tongue bridle where he then led you slide into. The only thing left was to secure you there. So he lifted his tongue and gently laid down it on you.
Yankee wasn't sure if you had been okay with it. He couldn't hear you there and he felt you wiggling - probably in protest. He wasn't surprised: If he were you he probably wouldn't be thrilled too. But that was everything he could do now. And then - with you secured under his tongue - he went by galloping into stables.
It was unexpected for you when you have been lifted between horse lips and then thrown into mouth within seconds. You weren't ready for that. You panicked when the stallion's lips closed behind you and you have been in another dark chamber. You were aware about the only thing: You was now on stallion's tongue and you were afraid of its next move and then the muscle moved under you. You screamed because you expected to be swallowed but instead you slid somewhere else. And when you have been covered by a wet mass, you was sure that you are under the stallion's tongue. And even you twitch at first. you then were able to calm down because your cortex was able to persuade your reptile brain that Yankee doesn't want to hurt you and you're safe with him for now.
You felt embarrassed for how you acted so you gently put your hand on the stallion's tongue bridle as a sign that you are okay.
Yankee was reassured by your gesture as he felt your hand on his tongue but he had to still get to stable before the cat. So he ran into the half open gate and then he braked sharply.
"Yankee! I hope... Oh." The female anthro cat stopped between the gates. The cat was a siamese breed with white base and dark brown paw socks, tail and face with ears. And her eyes… They were full of hate and disgust toward anything they looked at. And with glare felt like looking into two blue flames.
The cat made a wild impression by her figure and her clothes: Even though she had a typical young woman's curves, her female shape was shaded by a shouldered torso and athletic figure. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t beautiful… No, the cat was actual beauty, but her amenity was beastly and almost frightening. And her savor was even highlighted by the black biker outfit combining parts typical for cowboy fashion, like a tall boots and hat made from leather - giving the cat a weird badass appearance. But the most eye catching things of her outfit were her dog tags with her name: Agatha
"Looks like you get there in time." she continued, "Lucky for you." With an annoyed step Agatha came to cell with Yankee's name and opened the gate. "Get there, Stick!" The stallion trotted slowly to his cell so the cat stamped angrily to hurry up. When the horse was in his cell Agatha slammed with the gate and as she headed out she yelled at the mare, who was next to Yankee's cell: "Don't stare at me, cunt!" and abruptly closed the upper lattice part of the mare's cell gate.
When Yankee was sure Agatha was gone he opened his maw and the he quickly closed it again as he hear you yell: "Only cunt its you, you fucking giant pussy!" Maybe he shouldn't slightly open his lips before, Yankee thought.
You knocked on the stallion's lips and the giant then opened them again. "Sorry." you said more quietly.
"Yankee... It's that your name, right? ... Can you pull me out for a moment? I would like to talk with you." You asked the giant who complied to you.
Yankee made a few steps and then he let you slide out from his mouth on his tongue on top of the side wall. You standed up, knocked off most of his saliva and then you looked at the stallion. "Thanks, buddy." and then you started: "First: I... I know this is maybe clear now but... You understand what I'm saying, right?" Yankee nodded as reply. "Wow... Okay... I... I'm not used to speaking with horses, especially of your size, Yankee." The horse gave you a confused look, "You know I'm not from here. I don't know if you understand the concept of other realms, so let's say that I'm from a very far place where... I'm not a graft against the rest of the world. Back home: I would be similar tall as the horrible cat woman. You know: I kinda ask myself if you were a normal sized horse if you went to my homeland or if you stayed gigantic? That's a good question: Did we shrunk when we went through the portal or we...?"
Yankee laid his head next to you on top of the sidewall - his huge blue eyes watching you with tired looks. "Yeah... Sorry. I'm getting out the point. So..." you cough, "Maybe you're asking yourself who I'm and how I get into your... Dong." you finished with proceeding the last word between the teeth. Yankee nodded. "Alright..." You sat down, "Well it all begined..."
"...So now I'm here with you with no idea where exactly I'm, where are other humans what were teleported with me or how I'm going to get back on Earth." You sigh as you ended your story. "Any ideas, Yankee?" you asked the stallion. The behemoth winked at you and then he neigh, "Sure... Whatever it meant." you replied sadly and then you sat dawn in turkish sed - resting your head on your hands you sign again.
Yankee looked at you sympathetically and then he gently licked you to improve your mood. "Thanks, Yankee. You're a good horse."
You sit silently for a moment before you notice the mare in the next cell. "Hi!" you address her. The mare was thoroughbred with an orange-brown coat and her eyes had brown colour - like chocolate. And like Yankee, she was also gaunt. The mare startled when you waved at her and she moved into the opposite corner.
You looked sadly at Yankee and he gave you back the same look. "That cat isn't nice at you, isn't she? Emm..." you paused for a moment, "...Are there more of you? Like more horses?" You then looked in the same direction as Yankee turned his view. On the other end of the stable was a white clydesdale stallion which was tied for some reason. You looked around the stables and then you said to Yankee: "So are you three?" Stallion shaked his head, "How many then?" The stallion tap with his hoof a 4 times. "Four? Where is the last one?" Yankee looked at the opposite cell as reply. You didn't see the horse, but you could hear something from that cell. The name on the name tag was "Johnny".
"Oh" you replied and then you pointed to another cell with the name "Sulfur". "There were more horses, right?" Yankee nodded as yes, "How many originally?" The giant started tapping with his hoof once again and you count, "Six?" the stallion nodded once again. "Who was that 6th one?" as you asked the Yankee visibly got sad and looked at the empty cell next to his own.
Then he lovered is head visibly inviting you to crawl up on his muzzle. You didn't asked and standed up on his head. Then Yankee craned his neck over the gate so you could see the name of the next cell: "Starlight". What immediately caught your eyes was that the nametag had the same symbol as Yankee's did - this symbol resembled a spot that Yankee had on his forehead. After a while you realized it: "Yankee, was this 'Starlight' your sister?" The stallion gave you a sad look and then with tear in eye he nodded. "I'm sorry." you replied sympathetically.
After an hour you realized that it got dark in the stable. The brown mare lay down in her cell and you said: "Well. It's pretty late. We should go sleep to, right buddy?" you addressed Yankee, who nodded in agreement. "Alright..." You stopped in shock as the stallion opened his maw and stuck out his tongue to put you inside once more. "Wait! No!" you yelled at him. The stallion stopped, closed his mouth and looked at you. "I don't want to... I want to sleep somewhere else!" the horse looked at you curiously, "Can I sleep on your back instead... Please? I don't want to be inside you again. I hope you understand."
Yankee gave you an understanding look and he squeezed close to the side wall. You hop on him and walked into the dent between his shoulder blades, "I will be right there, buddy." you told him and the horse gently lay down. You curl up on his warm body, you closed your eyes and then you fall asleep.
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