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benjaminthewolf · 3 years ago

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Mag Hank Lol

Ayo, @frak420blaze and the rest of the mawdness combat community, come get y’alls juice.

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There wasn’t really much that your average, totally ordinary, innocent grunt could do to hide themself from the literal hellscape that was the post-apocalyptic area of Nevada. Narrow that area down to just its open wastelands however, and pretty quickly, that word “much” dissolves into the much more definitive form of “nothing”.

And that, you see, was precisely the reason that you had begun to freak out.

“P…p- Please don’t hurt me Mr. Mag Hank, sir! I’m not working for the Auditor! I have no connection to any of this at all! Please! You’ve gotta believe me!”

It had been by complete and utter terrible luck on your part that you had managed to run into the terrifying, gigantic form of Mag Hank on your journey across the wastelands. You had absolutely zero affiliation with the A.A.H.W., and yet would that even matter in the slightest up against someone as combat-hardened and powerful as Mag Hank? There was just no way to know. And that, (you see), was exactly why it came as such a shock to you that Mag Hank did not simply slaughter you on sight like he did with pretty much everyone else he encountered. No. Instead, Mag Hank seemed rather preoccupied in thought, the contents of which would only be known to himself for the current time being.

“Well, the options are quite clear. Either they’re lying and I slaughter them, or they’re telling the truth and I…” for some odd reason, Mag Hank was having trouble finishing that sentence. “...don’t slaughter them.” he eventually settled on “saying”.

Mag Hank proceeded to give you a good, long stare. There didn’t appear to be anywhere on your person where it was possible to hide a secret weapon. You were shakily holding your hands way up high anyway, so it wasn’t like you would even be able to take out your hypothetical secret weapon before Mag Hank made use of his most certainly not secret one(s) in order to strike first. There was but quite a select few with the capabilities to outmaneuver Hank J. Wimbleton, and in the mind of the man himself, there was just no way that you, this… pathetic, cowardly creature, could ever be one of them.

As such, Hank let out what could only be described as a “conclusive growl” before slowly lifting up his magnified arm in order to swiftly secure you within its grasp. Not to harm you, of course, but indeed, for a purpose of a rather…opposite nature.

Of course, that wasn’t what the situation looked like to you, and you were only able to let out a gutheral yelp of terror before Hank’s naturally tight grip around your middle practically forced you to snap shut. Your body was practically paralized in terror as Hank brought you closer to his face before his mask was pulled down by his other hand.

“Try your best not to freak out now. The less you struggle, the easier this will be for the both of us. This is the only way I can think of for you to hide right now, so unless you’d rather become a battle casualty instead, you’re just gonna have to calm down and shut up.” he did his best to explain despite his metal jaw.

Terrified as you were, you weren’t exactly sure what Mag Hank was even talking about, before his lip-less upper jaw and his metal jaw underneath slowly began to separate as you were brought even closer to his face. Due to the natural size difference between Mag Hank and your average grunt, it was quite easy for Hank to slip your quivering form into what remained of his mouth while keeping his grasp on you firm. And it was right then and there when realization hit you like a semi-truck, instantly causing your body to lock up, ceasing your mobility and rendering you completely and utterly helpless for the time being.

The inside of the maw reeked of pungent metal stench, which was no surprise considering the metal jaw and the hemoglobin in the blood between the teeth. Still though, it wasn’t exactly a pleasant smell, and being this close to it didn’t really help that fact at all. As he was lacking a tongue, Mag Hank was thus forced to tilt his head back slightly so gravity may be the one to let you slide on down towards your eventual destination instead.

Slipping down along the cold, hard surface of the metal jaw, the rough ridges above your being provide just enough traction to keep yourself from accidentally wiggling out or just straight up falling down straight to the floor. Your head suddenly bumps up against Mag Hank’s uvula before his head is tilted back even further, providing just enough of a gravitational force to allow your own to slip cleanly into the gullet before Hank initiates the first swallow. With the upper half of your body now firmly locked within Mag Hank’s throat, you knew that you now had no way of escaping even if your body could somehow magically snap back to a mobile state.

It was because of this that you were now able to start contemplating whether Hank was really doing this to keep you safe, or if he was merely tricking you into thinking so in order to quench his hunger. Your body gives an instinctive shudder as you begin to realize just what the implications of the latter option would be, before Hank swallows again, at last shoving the rest of your body into his throat, and thus allowing it to begin its job of pushing you on down towards his stomach. An area of as of yet undetermined levels of safety, but really, no matter how much you speculated, there wouldn’t be any way for you to know for sure until you got there.

As such, all you were able to do now was wait. Wait about as patiently as was physically and mentally possible in this situation as the throat muscles continue to squeeze and squelch your body towards your…perhaps literally…final destination.

At last, the low thumping sound of a heartbeat could be picked up. That meant you were close. Hank’s stomach just below gave a rather loud rumble as you began to approach the lower esophageal sphincter. You weren’t sure if that meant it was getting ready to house you within its confines, or churn you into mush within its confines, but, well, now it was time to find out.

You can’t help but almost instinctively close your eyes as you are at last squeezed out into the tight, warm chamber of the stomach, that which expanded but just slightly in order to fit your form. Weather as a guest or a meal? Now was the moment of truth.

Your body preemptively tenses up as you become fully prepped to brace the stinging acids as they melted into your flesh and down to the bone. And yet, to your…rather big…surprise, that didn’t happen. Not at all. In fact, instead of burning away at your skin layers while you desperately struggled for any potential hope of release or survival, the liquids that sloshed around within the gently churning chamber of Mag Hank’s stomach were doing…nothing. In fact, it almost just felt like you were sitting in plain ol’ PH neutral water.

You aren’t really sure whether to be relieved or confused in the first few moments, but really, considering the sheer state of Nevada right now, you ended up receiving a rather balanced mixture of both.

Hank on the outside slowly places his non-magnified hand over his stomach and begins to gently pat it.

“See? What did I tell you? I’ll hide you in there until we get somewhere safe, I’ll release you, and you’ll be just fine.”

Now that the initial “shock” was over, and the overall confusion of the situation began to fade away, you merely let out a gigantic sigh in order to wash away all your previous stress and anxiety about the situation at hand before you began to really settle down. I mean, it wasn’t like trust was something that readily existed as a concept in the minds of Nevadans, but this time…what miniscule amounts of trust had existed between you and Mag Hank, if at all, when this whole thing began, had now been confirmed and solidified. And now, you were about to do something that barely anybody in Nevada had ever been able to do at all since all of this…madness…began. Chill out.

Squishing your body into the thick, goopy walls of Hank’s stomach, you allowed yourself to become ensconced in its slickness and warmth as the harmless pool of water-like liquids below you gently lapsed upon the lower half of your being.

Listening intently to the ambient gurgles and grumbles constantly being produced by his stomach, as well as the baseline heartbeat at the center of it all, you let out one final sigh to completely void all the stress from your being before you closed your eyes once more, before one of the most quality naps you were to ever get in your entire Nevadan life at last began. Snoozing lighty within the softly churning chamber, Mag Hank on the outside is soon able to recognize your relaxation, and gives a slight head nod in satisfaction.

“Well, well, well! Would ya look at that? It really is quite amazing just what the simplest acts of decency can do to help someone when they’re done genuinely. Especially now, since…well…yeah.” he said to himself in his mind, not daring to say any of it out loud just in case anyone was lurking behind the naturally present rocks or slithering in secrecy in the shadows.

“Well, whether anyone is or not…” Mag Hank continued on as he gave his tummy a few more pats in order to further soothe your slumbering being. “It seems like this mission was a major success.”

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