Notes

Alessia reaches the place in no time, stopping to breathe. She sits and removes the strong doll from her mouth, who has been thrashing and kicking at her the past few minutes. A small detailed crown drops from her jaws, the fancy object previously worn by the pathetic thing in her hands.

To make sure he doesn't escape she holds him in her mouth again to take off the purple hoodie/medieval vest currently holding two shaken up dolls. She places both of them down and gestures to her little wooden den about 12 feet away from her. The sisters oblige and book it.

She has to make this quick. His army must be close and holding potentially dangerous weapons, but they can't go in the water because their bodies would easily soak up. "U-unHAND ME! WHAT ARE YOU DOING-" the big doll screeches. Armored boots and arm guards plop onto the thin grass, the bright red cape ripped off without care.

Alessia knows he's about to say something but doesn't give a shit. The giant plushie shoves him to the back of her throat and immediately starts swallowing. He struggles with all of his strength, making it sore and continues to squirm in her already bloated stomach. It hurts, but it's expected.

The alligator strips until it's just the one piece swimming suit and crawls hastily to the water. The army is always here and realizes it ate their king. She feels bullets and mini harpoons trying and failing to go through her thick hide. She's mostly submerged and making the route to the river connected to the swamp.

She takes a glance to look at the large group of shocked dolls piling just near the edge of the water, some still shooting at her. Idiots.

The river arcs and goes in the general direction of the town, the trip taking 7 minutes. She climbs out and walks to the town with her backlegs. The doll inside her has stopped struggling from exhaustion but is still moving, determined to stay alive. Alessia bets the army is a bit away from the village but will meet her soon. This better work.