Listen to Abigail

Ali was starting to get dizzy, both from the increasing heat, lack of air and the swaying movement Abigail's stomach made with him inside while she performed a belly dance for him and the staring Labrador outside. The walls were starting to squeeze him unbearably hard, and the pool of digestive acid had already filled half the chamber. Still, he tried his hardest to remain calm and attempt to massage the insides of the Jackal's belly as she instructed, in hopes that it would slow down the digestion process.

The young prince sunk his hands into the pool of acid until his palms touched the slimy floor of the stomach, then slowly began massaging the fleshy surface in a rhythm with her sways. When her gut swayed to the left, Ali used only his left hand to massage the left part of her gut, then stop when it went the other way and do the other part. He felt his hands sting and boil, but he continued, trusting Abigail.

At first, nothing really happened, the belly still groaned loudly and kept compressing his body extremely hard, but after a few minutes of massaging, wincing through the pain, the gurgles began to slow down and the squeezes to soften. The digestive acid didn't stop hurting him, but it stopped heating up after a while, and remained at a consistent boiling temperature that still gave Ali quite a lot of pain. Still, it was way better than before, and Ali continued massaging her inside, eventually he started using his feet as well, thinking that would soften the process even further.

Abigail smiled, enjoying the pleasant massage Ali gave her stomach, and also the fact that he listened to her. She kept moving her hips from left to right, now with a more happy stomach, Ali's outline was more visible, and the Labrador finally had a reason to calm down, while the Jackal smiled and danced in front of him. With the crises avoided, the two larger dogs began chatting with one another, leaving Ali to spend the rest of the presumed hour inside her tummy, while they spoke about other matters. Ali could hear them talk outside, though some words didn't reach him clearly enough for him to understand, but he pieced most of the words together and realised that they were still talking about him, mostly the fact that they still felt unsure whether he was ready to step outside the castle without protection, which angered him, giving Abigail a few kicks in the stomach.

Eventually, the hour finally passed and the Jackal puked him out. Ali fell to the floor drenched in the jackal's smelly saliva, digestive acid, and mushy food, while most of his clothes seemed to have mostly dissolved, making him almost naked. The Labrador clapped his hands a few times to cheer up the young prince, and congratulate him, but he wasn't having it. Almost immediately he got on his feet and raised his voice at Abigail, telling her that he passed her test, therefore he should be allowed outside.

Abigail shook her head not agreeing with him. „An hour is one thing, more is another thing. Who knows how much time you'll spend inside someone's gut until someone finds you. You only survived because I told you what to do, but in the real world, nobody will hold your hand!” She explained quite annoyed.

„I will manage!” Ali said the same sentence that he said before accepting her challenge of surviving her stomach for an hour.

„Will you? Hmm...” Abigail tapped her chin intrigued. „How about another challenge? This time with no one there to help you, so if you die, you're dead. What do you say? Puppy?”