Adventure Of A Lifetime

Inside the Mistress

Concorde, Illoaide, and Elise fell down what seemed to be the Mistress's oesophagus. The only source of light they had was the silk wad, but it was beginning to shrink and dissolve into the ectoplasmatic liquid lining the esophagus. "Eww," Illoaide said, "just eww." "Give it a rest, Illie," Concorde replied, "It's that thing which also lines your digestive tract, although much less ectoplasmic and more salivary." "Easy for you to say, Connie, but this thing practically disgusts me more than your words," Illoaide replied, "and we're about to hit something wet and slimy."

Indeed, her words were true. They hit the lining of  her stomach and got themselves wet with the slimy stomach juice secreted by the lining, and Illoaide complained, "Gross! It will take me forever to clean this off." "Well, we're all covered in slime," Concorde replied, "and even if you're covered in slime, you're still the Illoaide I truly like "That's sweet!" Illoaide replied, giving Concorde a slimy hug.

Just then, Elise cleared her throat and said, "Hate to interrupt the lovey-dovey moment, but can you please tell me where we are?"

"Judging by the slightly acidic slime, we are in the stomach of the Mistress," Concorde replied, "Her weak point is her heart located in her spider half."

"Which way?" Illoaide asked, "I can't see." "Perhaps I can shed some light on the subject," Elise said, and winced a little. Neurotoxin pumped throughout her entire body, and suddenly, the red markings on her abdomen, her red spider feet, and some red strands of hair began to glow brightly, and so did her human skin, which turned a little red.

"Wow! A Drider flashlight!" Illoaide said, "Let's move on, then!"

They moved past the Mistress's human stomach, and down a tube which led them towards the smaller spider stomach. They journeyed further still along the tract until they found themselves in the large spider intestine of the Mistress.

They touched something which looked like little fingers or soft blades of grass. "This must be the villi," Concorde said, "which means, we are inside the intestine of the Mistress!" "And look up there!" Illoaide replied, pointing to a glowing tube slowly pulsating overhead, purple liquid flowing through it, "That must be the heart!"

The drider demigoddess shot out a line of silk from her rear towards the ceiling of the intestine. She rappeled towards the top of the intestine and pinched a little part.

"Hey!" she cried out, "The lining here is paper thin. A strong punch and her intestine is punctured." "Well that's good!" Concorde replied, but then his nose caught a nasty smell.

"Whew! It smells like Beelzebub's backside in here!" he screamed. "I agree," Illoaide replied, "It smells worse than the time I ate some of Huitzilopochtli's tacos. Don't ask about it; I had to rush to the washroom back and forth every ten minutes." "If you think that's bad, try going to Yorick's graveyard in the Shadow Isles," Elise replied, "Wait, lemme correct that. It smells WORSE than his graveyard---Oh no!"

Elise's suspicions were true, and all at once, the walls of the intestines shook violently as a hole widened. The three looked back and saw a giant purple cloud heading their way, and they all held their noses at once and pinned themselves to the lining of the intestines.

...

Meanwhile outside, the Mistress was feeling a bit of discomfort. "Darn it," she muttered, "It always happens whenever something reaches my intestines, but I have no choice."

She released the purple cloud from within her, and suddenly, a very toxic smell filled the air. "Yeech!" Yorick said, "It smells worse than my graveyard." "Worse that Teemo's shroom," Ashe added. "Worse than Hecarim's backside," Lucian added, firing shots of light at the spiders. "Hey!" the undead centaur replied, "It's the tacos okay?" "Never mind," Myrrah replied, "Just keep fighting, mmkay?"