Well, she'd done what she'd set out to do! A part of Miku burned with pride - she'd pulled Aviana from the belly of the orc who was intent on digesting her, and though she was covered in saliva and very lightly acid-burned in several places, she was alive and well - even if her cheeks looked a little bit red! Of course, whilst she'd managed to free Aviana...it is only NOW that Miku realized how bad of an idea it was willingly stuffing her arms down someone else's throat, even if it was to retrieve a companion they'd swallowed moments before. All at once, she felt Urni's throat seize up around her arms, the grip upon her waist turning all the more firm...<br/><br/>And then, a swallow.<br/><br/>It was the first time she'd ever felt her head squeezing into the throat of...well, ANYTHING else, and as the hot, slick flesh squeezed in tightly around her face and neck, she couldn't help but groan slightly in a mixture of discomfort and...well, it didn't feel AWFUL, did it? So, THIS was what it felt like to all her own food? Hot, tight, wet flesh, clinging to their faces, their necks, their chests...every inch of their body that passed between her lips subjected to the enveloping embrace of her own throat, each ripple and tug pulling them inexorably deeper into her body, towards her eagerly awaiting stomach. What, then, did THAT feel like...? The thought of what had happen to all the yummy treats that had went into HER tummy...made her not really want to find out.<br/><br/>When Urni's lips creep upwards along the top of her breasts, Miku's entire body jerks in surprise, her tail standing straight out behind her, fur puffed out in protest. She...was ACTUALLY being eaten?! The orc, smaller than she by a good two feet, was actually managing to swallow her?! "Nuh-yuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!" Miku cries out in something akin to an onsetting panic, her hands scrabbling wildly at the interior of the orc's throat, but finding no purchase. Muffled though it is by orcish flesh and muscle, Miku's voice still reached the top of the cliff where Eurikova was enjoying the spoils of her own victory. Maybe Miku WAS finally going to meet her end, and the bounty on her could be collected, even if said 'end' was not from her own hand...<br/><br/>....Yet, as Eurikova had 'guessed' before...there was simply something lucky about Miku, or she simply knew something everyone else didn't. As the orc begins to pick her up to use her own weight to force the big, orc-filled catgirl down her throat and into her eagerly awaiting stomach...through sheer luck, the center of gravity shifts just a little bit too much for Urni to truly keep track of. A very slight jerk of her head to the side to compensate is all it took - Miku's kicking legs find just a tiny bit of purchase on the ground, and - kicking off from it - she jerks herself back roughly. A wet-sounding 'Sluuurrrrrccccchhhhh' emanates from the tight confines of Urni's throat, the heated flesh trying desperately to retain hold of the absolutely enormous meal that Miku would make...but to no avail. With a 'pop' reminiscence of wet flesh upon wet flesh, Miku's shoulders once more pop into view, followed by her neck...<br/><br/><br/>((<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/321408">Ack! Orc tummy is bad tummy!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+24</span><span style="font-weight: bold">34</span>34 escape check! Eeep, that was close. o.o ))<br/><br/><br/>Hands finding purchase upon Urni's lips, Miku forces her jaws open, wiggling her head back and forth in an effort to pull it from between the orc's lips "Nyyyaaaahhh!! Nuuuuuu, don't eat Mikuuuuu!! Miku's are not for eating!! " Finally, with one final 'sluurp!', Miku's head pops back into view, utterly coated in saliva that drips down across her face and neck, but otherwise unharmed - albeit, very, very unhappy looking. And with the worst-looking cowlick (Orclick?) one could imagine, her hair frizzled out at all angles and held in place with a gratuitious supply of orc drool "Nnnggghhh....s...silly...orc...! Mikus...not for eating...orcs...are...!" Arms shivering as she strains against the orc's nearly-superior strength, Miku grabs the orcs arms...and works them from around her waist...<br/><br/><br/>((<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/321595">Escape from orc! (#2!)</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+19</span><span style="font-weight: bold">29</span>Should remove me from grapple! ))<br/><br/><br/>(( This is to be the controller of the grapple! Using my hasted action!<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/321596">Grapple orc with Aviana! (Controlling grapple)</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+24</span><span style="font-weight: bold">34</span><br/><br/>I'm technically going to aid Aviana in eating her, and whilst it would be insanely fun to do this as a 'feeding' , I dunno if that's quite how grapple works...it just adds a bonus, right Ambrose? How would you call this? ))<br/><br/><br/>...And wrap her own back around the orc's "Nyeeh..." Aviana's face suddenly appearing over Urni's shoulder draws a tiny smile from the saliva-covered Miku, especially when she hears that 'the draggie would return the favor'...Ooohhh, she was going to eat the mean orc who'd almost eaten her?! "Heee....orcs do taste nice. This one, I think...does belong in draggie tummies....especially after trying to eat me! Come here, Urni....you're going to be draggie food..."<br/><br/><br/><br/>Pressing herself against Urni's front, Miku hefts the orc up just enough to pick her feet off of the ground to remove her leverage. In such a position, Urni once more finds herself pressed tightly against the two bulges in Miku's own belly, a brief glance into the fate of her own clansmates...and likely her own fate, albeit in Aviana's own belly. The two bulges were still squirming weakly, their muffled cries nearly completely inaudible over the deep, eager gurgles and churns of the big catgirl's stomach still steadily working on them, breaking them down little by little into mere nourishment for her body...<br/><br/>"...Say Ahhhhhh, Aviana...!"<br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Inside Miku's tummy... </span><br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">The orc curled into the bottom of Miku's tummy feels her strength fade completely, sapped by the relentless squeezing of the catgirl's stomach walls and the equally as draining effects of the burning stomach acids pooled beneath her, submerging a good half of her body inside the viscous, acidic bath. Whatever hopes she might had had of getting out on her own are thoroughly dashed, and now there was little more to do beyond wait for the inevitable, wait on the stinging, biting acids to finally take her apart enough that she slipped into the sweet blackness of unconciousness.  Unfortunately for her, it would be some time yet - Miku's stomach seemed to be in no special rush to churn her once she'd been subdued, seemingly quite content at taking her apart bit by tiny bit.<br/><br/>Above her, her own clansmate makes it all the less pleasant, her weight pressing down atop her, mushing her deeper and deeper into the ever-growing pool of acid that begins to take her apart bit by tiny bit. Worse still, the orc was her last hope at escape....and she could feel even her weakening beneath the constant digestive onslaught of the amazonian catgirl's stomach, the constant grinding of the powerful, silky walls that encased her, the constant drizzle of stinging acids that coating her green flesh, making it burn and itch...</div></div></div><br/><br/>((<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/321609">Acid gurgles!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">3d6+3</span><span style="font-weight: bold">18</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/321610">Crushing squeezes!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">3d6+5</span><span style="font-weight: bold">15</span><br/><br/>33 digestion damage to the still-struggling orc in Miku's tummy! Should give her a -8 to escape on top of the various other penalties. ))