Apparently, it's Time for a Break...

The dragons continue to carry you down through the tunnels, as they have been for what seems like hours. You can't really tell how long it's been, though, as there is no natural light as far down as you are. Suddenly, they all stop.

"Hey, guys, we've been carrying Fatty here for hours," says Lard-Smearer. It has been hours, apparently. "What say we take us a little break?"

"That sounds like a plan," says Buttock-Pusher. "Anybody else up for a a little siesta?"

A chorus of "Yeah"s and "Sure, alright"s erupt from under you.

"It's settled then. We're taking a break," states Lard-Smearer. "Let's set Lard-Ass down gently, guys. We don't want 'im shaking the tunnels and getting everyone all riled up."

Over the course of a minute, the dragons set you down on your back. They head over to a wall, and each sit down. Each sigh in relief.

Written by Speak no Evilz

A Snack Break, Too?

Add your own new page to the story!

Back to the parent page

(This page has not yet been checked by the maintainers of this site.)