Think Twice
Jason layed his towel down on the sand. He needed this day off at the beach. The past week had been hell on him. The day was warm and sunny, and Jason lay back relaxing on his towel. He enjoyed the warmth on his face and the cool breeze blowing across his shirtless body.
"Wow," he said out loud, "this is going to be a day to remember."
Jason was just dozing off when he felt the warmth of the sun suddenly disappear. Opening his eyes he saw...nothing. The sun was blocked out by some monstrosity that he could not fathom. Standing he saw a macro orca coming toward him. Dumbfounded he stood there watching as the behemoth moved toward him.
The sight was unbelievable, the huge creature came closer and closer those gigantic feet leaving huge craters in the sand where once beach goers had been. The paralysis broke only when the monster was on top of him, quite literally. He saw one of those smooth feet coming down and he instinctively rolled out of the way.
Jason watched in utter horror and disbelief as his towel, cooler and radio disappeared under one huge foot. The creature did not break stride as it headed down the beach toward the water.
Jason ran to the spot where his belongings had been, only to see the smashed remains of what had been meant to keep him entertained on his one day of, now ruined due to the carelessness of that stupid macro.
The more Jason thought of what had happened the more furious he became, "MY DAY OFF!!! My only one for two weeks." He screamed.
He took off after the orca. He was running flat out yet the creature still managed to say ahead of him, "Hell," he said panting, "I just have to follow these massive prints."
He followed the whale, watching the bikini clad creature as it bobbed around moving toward the macro side of the beach.
"Hey," Jason called to the retreating figure, "Come back here I have a bone to pick with you."
The orca either didn't hear him or didn't care about what he wanted as it kept on walking not even slowing as it approached the gate to the macro side of the beach.
Jason caught a break as the macro slowed to fool with the gate. As he caught up with her he was totally out of breath and couldn't talk, let alone rant at the macro before him. As the gate swung open the whale moved into the other side of the beach. Jason hurried to follow lest he be locked out without a chance to say his piece.
The gate closed behind them with a loud CLANK! It was only then that Jason began to doubt his decision to go into this place. After all, a micro in a macro's area was unprotected by laws and whatever they decided to do was entirely up to the macro.
Jason looked around for the macro he had followed and spotted her heading down to the water.
Sighing he followed again only to see her stop in front of him. Jason hesitated, unsure what to do now that he had actually caught up. The beast in front of him had to be at least four hundred feet tall. That said he wasn't sure how to approach the situation.
He stood pondering for a moment then the macro started moving again. Jason snapped back to reality in time to see the bikini top fall to the ground just in front of him. This sent his head reeling. Looking up he saw the whale, now definitely confirmed as female, standing there idly running her hands across her massive breasts.
Jason was transfixed by the sight, unable to believe what he was seeing, and unable to remember why he was here staring at this goddess of beauty. He only took his eyes of those gorgeous breasts when her hands began moving lower toward her bikini bottom and unfastened it.
Jason's eyes went wider than they ever had before. The small, to her, piece of fabric fell to land on top of the massive top. If he was dumbstruck before, he was utterly speechless now. The wall of feminine beauty was laid out before him. He stared at every inch of her like an artist inspects his paints.
She turned and bent doing some preliminary swimming excercises. Jason was transfixed; her body was beautiful. She was mostly black, with white from the bottom of her muzzle to her groin. The movements she made seemed to be designed to tease him, to make him forget what she had done and for the moment he was inclined to forget, after all how could he stay mad at beauty embodied.
Once finished with her stretches she began scooping sand to rub on her body, kind of as a natural sun screen. This brought him out of his trance as she began to grab handfuls of sand form near him. He jumped and dove and rolled and danced to stay out of her reach. This seemed to go on forever, though Jason knew it could have only been minutes, before she finally managed to grab him.
"To her credit," he thought," she doesn't realize I'm here." That thought was not a comforting one as he was raised over her head and dumped down her back. The free fall was not the most pleasant of experiences, he fell fast and scrabbled at her back to try and find some sort of purchase, to no avail. He thought all hope was lost until he snagged her dorcal fin.
The impact was painful but he was able to hold onto it while she continued to pour sand onto herself. All thoughts of the beauty of her were gone, replaced by a primal fear that is akin to what a trapped wild animal would feel as the hunters close in for the kill. He waited for her next move afraid to guess or even contemplate continuing this journey.
He couldn't' figure out what was going on as he was holding to her back. He felt movement, more sand then nothing. He waited wondering if the ride was over, not daringtot hope, not daring to even dread it was finally over.
Then with no warning motion, from the speed and the jostling , he could only assume the orca had began to run. The inertia almost caused him to lose his grip on her. He was only able to hold on by sheer will, and the knowledge of what would happen if he lost his grip.
It was a terrifying experience, and the jolting shock was a momentary relief. Momentary because what happened next made him wish the orca was still running. A sudden realization came to him, he knew where they were headed and his mind roamed desperately for a way to avoid the coming events.
He knew his time had run out, as the water closed over his head. The orca had decided to go swimming and he was her unwilling passenger.
The only thing that saved his life was that the orca enjoyed skimming the water instead of diving down like some of her relatives. This didn't mean he was safe, she was going at speeds that he could not contemplate and the rushing water nearly pulled him off many times. He was surprised he had held on for as long as he had.
After about ten minutes he started to get the hang of it and he saw a glimmer of hope at the end of the tunnel, "Maybe, just maybe I will survive this ordeal."
As the minutes ticked by Jason began to wonder where the orca was heading. They had been following this same path since the trek began, and he couldn't see land in any direction. "Hope you know where you're going," he said out loud, "Cause I'm totally lost here."
They traveled for perhaps another five minutes before she began to slow, then stop. Jason looked ahead and saw some small boats docked at what seemed to be an off shore harbor.
At first Jason was confused until he remembered his situation. A cold finger of dread crept over him as she sunk low in the water only allowing the top of her fin to be seen. Fortunately for Jason he was able to keep his head above the water, but he was witness to the devastation that was unfolding in front of him.
The orca slid forward, hardly making a ripple in the water as she moved. Jason thought to warn them of the pending macro attack but his voice was stuck in his throat. He could only watch in horror as she came up quickly and grabbed the first ship anchored at the harbor. She only poked her head up but it was enough to gauge the size of the creature.
The orca wasted no time making short work of the boat. She began to crunch it between her mammoth teeth. Jason cringed at each screech of metal, each crunch of bodies in her maw. The worst part was the horrible GULP! Jason knew he would remember that sound for the rest of his life.
After finishing the one boat, the orca sank back into the water and began to swim away. Jason was puzzled at the sudden change in moods, but he wasn't about to complain. He cringed just remembering the sounds he heard, he was just glad that his position on the macro prevented him from seeing the carnage.
The swim back was very uneventful at least to him. He began to wish this had not happened, that it was all a horrible dream and he would wake up safe in his own bed. This of course was a fabrication. He was here with the macro whale and he was heading toward an uncertain future that he may or may not survive.
Jason almost jumped for joy when he saw the beach ahead. It was quite a great sight after what he had been through.
As the orca stepped back onto the beach Jason sighed with relief. He started looking around, planning his escape. There was no place safe to drop onto, he was so high up and there was nothing below him but sand which didn't look very soft.
The massive orca continued walking to a row of lockers and retrieved her picnic lunch. He watched as she lay out a towel and began to put food on it. He saw his chance to land in a bowl of potato salad; he only needed his opportunity. It came when she turned to get something out of her basket.
Jason kicked off her fin and prepared to land in the potato salad, however his jump was miscalculated as she turned and the fin slammed into him causing him to lose his breath. He flew off course and landed on a loaf of bread. He was dazed from the impact, not sure where he was. He rolled off the bread and looked around to see what he should do now.
He saw nothing in any direction but he orca he had been with. She was busy sifting through her basket looking for more treats. "What do I do now," he said to himself, " There is nothing around here but sand more sand and macro."
Jason was lost in thought not sure what to do. He had no way to get back to his own side of the beach unless he got help, but there was no way to get help when the only creatures around made you seem the size of an insect.
He decided to start walking and see what he could find. He knew the danger in that plan but there were not many options open to him at the moment. He began walking in the opposite direction of the macro. "Safer to be far away from her," he thought.
As he passed the aforementioned bowl of potato salad he was suddenly cast in shadow. Looking up he saw a tremendous hand descending toward him. With a sharp cry and a clean roll he got out of the way as the hand came down and snatched up the bowl of salad.
Jason watched, amazed at his luck today, as the orca raised the bowl to her lips and began downing the stuff. After a few seconds she lowered it again. Jason dodged again to avoid being crushed by the bowl. While running he was looking back instead of front, and ran into a big sandwich. Looking around for somewhere else to hide, he saw nothing and ducked inside.
From his hiding place Jason watched as the orca downed every bite of food on the blanket. It amazed him to see someone eat that much of food in one sitting. When she was finished she turned her gaze to the sandwich. "Uh-oh!" Jason cried as her hand reached for his hiding place.
Jason tried to get out but the food held him captive. He squirmed and wriggled to no avail. He was stuck in the sandwich and he couldn't do anything to free himself. He watched in abject terror as he and his sandwich were raised high in the air.
His world seemed to slow down as the orca brought the sandwich to her lips. Jason began to scream in the hopes that she would hear him. If she did hear him she paid no mind as she continued bringing the food into her awaiting maw.
Jason was in the middle of the side to her, which gave him a front row seat as her jaws closed around the first bite. It came with a tearing sound which gave Jason shivers thinking about what would come next.
She ate the sandwich slower than she had the rest of her meal. She chewed slowly and reverently, savoring each bite before reluctantly swallowing. The next bite was the same as she savored each taste and morsel that it contained. Jason began to wonder what he was going to do, if he was eaten then that would be the end of him. If he dropped out of the sandwich, he would meet with the same result.
He finally decided to try and wait until she was about to put him in her mouth and drop onto her soft cleavage, that is if he could free himself from this bread and cheese prison. He redoubled his efforts as she took the next bite. His time was running out yet he couldn't budge. He was stuck as though invisible bonds were holding him in place.
Jason began to realize his luck had run out; there was no way of escape. The thought of giving up was not one he took to easily but he was out of things to try. He sighed, closed his eyes and awaited he event he knew would come to pass.
He felt warm breath on his body and then he heard the teeth come together. There was movement as the chewing began. As the bread and fillings began to shift he was able to free himself just in time to avoid being crushed by the massive incisors that were all around him. He moved as fast as he could to the center of the cavern he was in trying to avoid the teeth. That was easier said than done however as the tongue under him was moving and impairing his progress.
Just as he was about to reach the center, the tongue lifted up and he and the food began to slide to the back of the throat. He could hear the sound of the throat sucking down everything it got a hold on. Jason shivered but knew his fate. He resignedly reached out and allowed the throat to take him.
The sensation of being squeezed by the throat was much less painful than he imagined. It was tight but not too unpleasant. He was slowly dragged down toward the stomach. Since he was not chewed up, he moved much slower than the rest of the food. The block in her throat caused the orca to swallow more times to get him down.
Once he had been totally engulfed by the throat it was fairly smooth from there until the drop into the stomach cavity. He landed on the pile of chewed up sandwich that had preceded him into this hell. He stood up, disoriented from his travels. His mind was foggy and clouded with his last plunge.
He looked around and could not see anything but utter and complete darkness. He was not sure what to do now, he was stuck here forever. It was then that he heard a hissing sound. He couldn't place it at first, it sounded snake-like but he knew that couldn't be what it was. Then it hit him like a ton of bricks, the dissolving stomach juices were pouring into the stomach.
Jason began to shake in terror. The acid would dissolve him with no problem, but the pain it would be, without a doubt, unbearable. He stood unsure of what do as the juices inched closer and closer to him. His time was running out but he had no choice but to accept that he was done, his luck had run out and there would be nothing left of him but dissolved waste.
With a resigned sigh he walked forward, the acid burning his skin, though not as harshly as he could have imagined. Stopping he stood there deciding how to do it, then just sat down and lay back awaiting his end. He wanted to go quickly as to not prolong the pain any longer than necessary. "Never thought I would go this way," he said to himself, "Guess I should have thought twice about making such a brash decision, wish I had known then what I do now."