ElDoradimon - Part 1: The Cave Of... Oh Dear... [Job]
Nov 21, 2017 22:05:07 GMT
Post by Cion on Nov 21, 2017 22:05:07 GMT
Job: Not Your Ore-Dinary Toothache
# of Jobs Taken This Month: 1
Well... that was certainly one of the most bizarre and implicitly sexual experiences she ever had...
But what did member of P.R.O.F.I.T. not do to make a quick buck, especially when someone moral like Cion was involved who refused to earn her living with tasks that were questionable? Besides, nobody had forced her to pursue the duty of cleaning a gargantuan digimon's mouth with a pickaxe to reap pieces of digizoid instead of plaque. She could have simply refused to take on the mission and let it drift into oblivion or be taken by someone else, but she was not this way. It sounded so easy and it would help out another being in need.
Sure, this digimon was part of a faction that was bigoted, but at least they mostly stuck to themselves and did not pursue a global chivvy against humans, unlike other villainous beings she had encountered throughout her lives. This meant that she had no excuses to get out of this dilemma and no way to rationalize her failed tasked to Koharu and the other leaders. No... she was stalwart and dutiful member of the organization she belonged to. It did not matter to her that she was the newest member of it, she would show everyone that she was an invaluable part of it regardless.
This of course meant having to face a living nightmare for some, and quite the special pleasure for others. "There we go!" She shouted at herself before leaping from her trusty AceJetmon's wing onto one of the massive grinders of ElDoradimon. And as the massive beast closed its mouth, the ascended CyberSagitamon found herself in complete darkness and silence, separated from the world outside and its light and noises. Naturally, she was prepared for such a situation, why was why she simply sighed and turned on a strong flashlight attached to her helmet, illuminating the entirety of the inside of ElDoradimon's maw.
The sight... well for many, it was not a very pleasant one, although in her inquisitiveness she was more cautiously curious than everything. "So... that's how it feels like to be a grain of maize..." Cion commented to herself, her voice clearly filled with displeasure. Though thinking about, she was at least glad that she was in her Mega-form, sporting a helmet that would protect her from any foul odor that lingered in this gigantic gorge. Still, she could not shake off this feeling of imminent dread, fully aware in what kind of situation she was.
Hardly could she focus on her task at hand, much less locating where the digizoid was. Like prey traumatized by a group of predators surrounding it, she simply could not look away. The tongue the size of a football field slowly moving up and down, back and forth in a sea of spit; the many thin, glistening threads of saliva sticking to it and the hard palate; but the worst was at the other end. The lithic flesh that expanded and contracted in a perpetual cycle to suck ElDoradimon's meal into its gullet to be...
A cold shiver ran down Cion's spine as he found herself tightly clinging to the house-sized teeth beneath her, the fur behind her armor having turned completely pale. Oh gosh, what had she gotten herself into, and why could she not stop ignoring the clear dangers present? She needed something to distract her mind, but in her constant shaking she could not think of anything that would suffice. Thankfully, as if answered by fate itself, causality would soon bring back peace to her mind.
The gracile huntress heard a loud ting echoing throughout the cavern, grabbing most of her attention when she felt a weight on her back had disappeared. Instantly eased by the distraction, she saw the pickax that had loosened from her armor's straps right next to her. "Right..." She whispered, remembering exactly why she was here. This task, to mine digizoid out of ElDoradimon's maw, was of mutual benefit. She would be able to return to the headquarters with a lot of valuable resources, and her patron would have its oral pain eased. It had no intention to consume her; it was merely a customer.
A small chuckle escaped her lips as she slowly got back up on her feet, picking up the heavy tool in the process. Deciding to simply look away, she walked over to the edge of the grinder she stood on and leapt down from it onto a bulge of gum. If there was any place to mine the precious material that was just waste for the gigantic turtle-like being, it would be between two of its teeth. Relatively speaking, she and her pickax were only the size of a toothpick's tip, and it was the location where most of the remains had a tendency to accumulate.
And as she turned around to face the crack, there her destination already was, ready to be harvested. Suddenly feeling gold rush overcoming her, she beat the material until it would break off from the two teeth. Self-evidently, she alone would not be able to mine her customer's entire set of teeth in one go, and much less did she feel the urge to continue and stay. There were likely many more volunteers from other organizations, or independent freelancers, who wanted to have a shot at becoming a pitman. She however had decided to not share the perspective of a breadcrumb ever again.
"Vertigo? Tell ElDoradimon that I am done." She spoke to her trusty AceJetmon through the communicator in her ear. And as blinding light returned to one end of this unpleasant cave, Cion carried as much digizoid as she could with a weakened form of her 'Translucent Singularity'-ability. Her fully mechanical partner hovered right next to the ancient digimon's lips, opening its cockpit so the vulpine mercenary could load the two seats in the back with her harvest.
Hastily, she leapt into the front seat and kindly demanded from Vertigo to leave the area, if not the continent they were currently on, was fast as possible. Oh dear... this wasn't something she would be able to... forget any time soon. Though maybe the profit she'd make out of the digizoid would soon make her forget, and allow her to eat again without certain memories haunting her.
[Finished] [Wordcount: 1055]
# of Jobs Taken This Month: 1
Well... that was certainly one of the most bizarre and implicitly sexual experiences she ever had...
But what did member of P.R.O.F.I.T. not do to make a quick buck, especially when someone moral like Cion was involved who refused to earn her living with tasks that were questionable? Besides, nobody had forced her to pursue the duty of cleaning a gargantuan digimon's mouth with a pickaxe to reap pieces of digizoid instead of plaque. She could have simply refused to take on the mission and let it drift into oblivion or be taken by someone else, but she was not this way. It sounded so easy and it would help out another being in need.
Sure, this digimon was part of a faction that was bigoted, but at least they mostly stuck to themselves and did not pursue a global chivvy against humans, unlike other villainous beings she had encountered throughout her lives. This meant that she had no excuses to get out of this dilemma and no way to rationalize her failed tasked to Koharu and the other leaders. No... she was stalwart and dutiful member of the organization she belonged to. It did not matter to her that she was the newest member of it, she would show everyone that she was an invaluable part of it regardless.
This of course meant having to face a living nightmare for some, and quite the special pleasure for others. "There we go!" She shouted at herself before leaping from her trusty AceJetmon's wing onto one of the massive grinders of ElDoradimon. And as the massive beast closed its mouth, the ascended CyberSagitamon found herself in complete darkness and silence, separated from the world outside and its light and noises. Naturally, she was prepared for such a situation, why was why she simply sighed and turned on a strong flashlight attached to her helmet, illuminating the entirety of the inside of ElDoradimon's maw.
The sight... well for many, it was not a very pleasant one, although in her inquisitiveness she was more cautiously curious than everything. "So... that's how it feels like to be a grain of maize..." Cion commented to herself, her voice clearly filled with displeasure. Though thinking about, she was at least glad that she was in her Mega-form, sporting a helmet that would protect her from any foul odor that lingered in this gigantic gorge. Still, she could not shake off this feeling of imminent dread, fully aware in what kind of situation she was.
Hardly could she focus on her task at hand, much less locating where the digizoid was. Like prey traumatized by a group of predators surrounding it, she simply could not look away. The tongue the size of a football field slowly moving up and down, back and forth in a sea of spit; the many thin, glistening threads of saliva sticking to it and the hard palate; but the worst was at the other end. The lithic flesh that expanded and contracted in a perpetual cycle to suck ElDoradimon's meal into its gullet to be...
A cold shiver ran down Cion's spine as he found herself tightly clinging to the house-sized teeth beneath her, the fur behind her armor having turned completely pale. Oh gosh, what had she gotten herself into, and why could she not stop ignoring the clear dangers present? She needed something to distract her mind, but in her constant shaking she could not think of anything that would suffice. Thankfully, as if answered by fate itself, causality would soon bring back peace to her mind.
The gracile huntress heard a loud ting echoing throughout the cavern, grabbing most of her attention when she felt a weight on her back had disappeared. Instantly eased by the distraction, she saw the pickax that had loosened from her armor's straps right next to her. "Right..." She whispered, remembering exactly why she was here. This task, to mine digizoid out of ElDoradimon's maw, was of mutual benefit. She would be able to return to the headquarters with a lot of valuable resources, and her patron would have its oral pain eased. It had no intention to consume her; it was merely a customer.
A small chuckle escaped her lips as she slowly got back up on her feet, picking up the heavy tool in the process. Deciding to simply look away, she walked over to the edge of the grinder she stood on and leapt down from it onto a bulge of gum. If there was any place to mine the precious material that was just waste for the gigantic turtle-like being, it would be between two of its teeth. Relatively speaking, she and her pickax were only the size of a toothpick's tip, and it was the location where most of the remains had a tendency to accumulate.
And as she turned around to face the crack, there her destination already was, ready to be harvested. Suddenly feeling gold rush overcoming her, she beat the material until it would break off from the two teeth. Self-evidently, she alone would not be able to mine her customer's entire set of teeth in one go, and much less did she feel the urge to continue and stay. There were likely many more volunteers from other organizations, or independent freelancers, who wanted to have a shot at becoming a pitman. She however had decided to not share the perspective of a breadcrumb ever again.
"Vertigo? Tell ElDoradimon that I am done." She spoke to her trusty AceJetmon through the communicator in her ear. And as blinding light returned to one end of this unpleasant cave, Cion carried as much digizoid as she could with a weakened form of her 'Translucent Singularity'-ability. Her fully mechanical partner hovered right next to the ancient digimon's lips, opening its cockpit so the vulpine mercenary could load the two seats in the back with her harvest.
Hastily, she leapt into the front seat and kindly demanded from Vertigo to leave the area, if not the continent they were currently on, was fast as possible. Oh dear... this wasn't something she would be able to... forget any time soon. Though maybe the profit she'd make out of the digizoid would soon make her forget, and allow her to eat again without certain memories haunting her.
[Finished] [Wordcount: 1055]