Disoriented by the rapid tumbling she's subjected to inside the frimbo's mouth, when the last of the moonlight goes dark with Fran's mouth shutting around her she doesn't immediately realize what is going on; even the pull of throat muscles around her carapace aren't immediately recognized. After all,<span style="font-style: italic">she'd</span>never been in a stomach before- just lightly nibbled- and her own body didn't have quite such a... luxurious palate. On the other hand, the frimbo didn't have proper lips, so that was a fair trade. Eventually, though, the sensation of falling is enough to make Cyra realize that the 'savor the meal' part of her consumption is over, and the 'digestion' part is ready to begin; that thought comes right as she falls, facefirst, into a mushy, softening fairy. "Mhhrhggh!" she exclaims into the fairy's chest, trying to push herself up. Soon, in the chaos, Cyra has fairies draped all over her in different parts of digestion as Fran's stomach kneads everyone together with cheerful gusto; she tries, stupidly, to burn her way out but Fran's stomach is all too happy to absorb the magic without any effect at all.<br/><br/>Briefly giving into despair, Cyra hides her face as the stomach walls push her into one fairy after another, grinding them steadily down to a mush. The thickening pool in the happy frimbo's stomach starts draining into her intestines, the mingled fairies to be stacked together onto her curves, and it's only then that Cyra snaps out of her daze. So; she'd been eaten. Lots of people got eaten and got out alive! She tried hard to remember what she was supposed to do- always ignoring part of her lessons she felt hadn't applied to her, she racked her brain. Something about- yes! Getting it over with as quickly as possible. She dove for the hole the fairies had drained through, only to feel more than see the sphincter cinch shut in front of her too strongly for her shrunken hands to pry open. Still, she paws at it for a long few seconds. Fresh acids start to collect on her back, and she can taste the sour, sticky juice on her own lips, but they don't yet burn- Cyra's carapace is more than hard enough to hold a weak predator's belly at bay for some time. Indeed, in the muggy, dark heat of Cyra's body, the only thing she had left was time. Escape or melt. Cyra continued to try to pry open a path into Fran's intestines, but the acids just continued to collect on her naked body as she makes no headway at all.<br/><br/>[[None of my qualities applies, so:<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/272464">Escape!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">1</span>Oh dear!<img alt=":lol:" src="./images/smilies/icon_lol.gif" title="Laughing"/>]]