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[Spontoon] The Glass Goose: Mid Flight Turbulence [PLUG]
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Presently the seaplane leveled off, and Loretta leaned her head through the doorway to the cockpit. "That's two thousand feet, Miz Pearl."
Dorothy tore her gaze away from the plexiglass windows and turned to face her. "All right. Have Miss Riley fly the south-by-southeast route."
The raccoon nodded and receded back into her and her partner's domain as the feline looked back down at the transparent floor, unbuckling the straps of her air harness. When she had gotten it off, she sat for a long time, staring at the yawning gulf beneath the plane's bottom-mounted windows, caught between what she had to do and a strong urge to curl into a ball on the seat.
She looked up, startled out of her reverie, as Jane's sarcastic voice came across the cabin at her. "Better git to it, boss. Y'all ain't here fer a vacation neither."
The she-cat's muzzle curled into a bitter scowl as she glared at her companion. Without a word, she climbed down from the canvas bench and laid face down on the floor, pressing her delicate pink nose to the plexiglass.
A shudder went down her spine and out to the tip of her tail, as every follicle stood out along its rigid length as if connected to a million volts. It was even worse than being on the bench, where at least she felt like she were perched on a secure ledge.
Now she felt like she was suspended above the distant ocean in free fall. She reached her hands out to either side and grasped the foot rails, holding them in a white knuckle grip. Dorothy supposed that the catnip tea must have been doing it's job, since otherwise she probably would never have made it off the seat and closer to the abyss beneath her, and she definitely wouldn't have been able to concentrate enough to do what she did next.
Her icy eyes glittered as the vast, featureless ocean beneath her faded and became insubstantial, and the topology beneath became visible as if they were flying over rolling plains and valleys. Here and there, a shipwreck or crashed plane could be seen, crusted over like bread that had gone moldy. Fish and other sea life darted through what seemed like empty air, as if they had become flocks of wingless birds.
If Dorothy would have been in the proper state of mind to appreciate it, it would have been definitely more interesting than mile after mile of water, but making the ocean's surface vanish had the added problem of making it seem like they were even higher up. She gritted her teeth and bore it, well aware of Jane's surly gaze upon her. This was what she had come all this way and faced so many dangers already to accomplish, and she was damned well going to see it through.
Story and art ©
warren.
Presently the seaplane leveled off, and Loretta leaned her head through the doorway to the cockpit. "That's two thousand feet, Miz Pearl."
Dorothy tore her gaze away from the plexiglass windows and turned to face her. "All right. Have Miss Riley fly the south-by-southeast route."
The raccoon nodded and receded back into her and her partner's domain as the feline looked back down at the transparent floor, unbuckling the straps of her air harness. When she had gotten it off, she sat for a long time, staring at the yawning gulf beneath the plane's bottom-mounted windows, caught between what she had to do and a strong urge to curl into a ball on the seat.
She looked up, startled out of her reverie, as Jane's sarcastic voice came across the cabin at her. "Better git to it, boss. Y'all ain't here fer a vacation neither."
The she-cat's muzzle curled into a bitter scowl as she glared at her companion. Without a word, she climbed down from the canvas bench and laid face down on the floor, pressing her delicate pink nose to the plexiglass.
A shudder went down her spine and out to the tip of her tail, as every follicle stood out along its rigid length as if connected to a million volts. It was even worse than being on the bench, where at least she felt like she were perched on a secure ledge.
Now she felt like she was suspended above the distant ocean in free fall. She reached her hands out to either side and grasped the foot rails, holding them in a white knuckle grip. Dorothy supposed that the catnip tea must have been doing it's job, since otherwise she probably would never have made it off the seat and closer to the abyss beneath her, and she definitely wouldn't have been able to concentrate enough to do what she did next.
Her icy eyes glittered as the vast, featureless ocean beneath her faded and became insubstantial, and the topology beneath became visible as if they were flying over rolling plains and valleys. Here and there, a shipwreck or crashed plane could be seen, crusted over like bread that had gone moldy. Fish and other sea life darted through what seemed like empty air, as if they had become flocks of wingless birds.
If Dorothy would have been in the proper state of mind to appreciate it, it would have been definitely more interesting than mile after mile of water, but making the ocean's surface vanish had the added problem of making it seem like they were even higher up. She gritted her teeth and bore it, well aware of Jane's surly gaze upon her. This was what she had come all this way and faced so many dangers already to accomplish, and she was damned well going to see it through.
Story and art ©
warren.
Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
Species Rabbit / Hare
Size 360 x 700px
File Size 69.8 kB
"The she-cat's muzzle curled into a bitter scowl as she glared at her companion. Without a word, she climbed down from the canvas bench and laid face down on the 'Midflight Turbulence' from Part 16 of The Gaze: The Glass Goose - story & art by Warren Hutchfloor, pressing her delicate pink nose to the plexiglass. "
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