<blockquote><div><cite>Kitts wrote:</cite>"That ish enuf befor breffast" Mirana's words jumbled as she tries not to use her tongue to speak - "Hee...don'd be cho cared! I ishn't goin' to shhwawow... " The slick tongue was so terribly hard to hold on to, and the saliva slickening his entire body didn't make the feat any easier. The rapid movement of her tongue, despite her best attempts to hold it stead, cause the Lilliputain's grip to slip...slide...</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Lying on her back, Mirana had given Undol quite the challenge as she prepared to free him from her playing. His pants and hair stuck to him tightly with the catgirl’s saliva; he looked rather pathetic as he struggled to clamber up the tongue against him. Disoriented from the whole situation…he couldn’t tell that he was slowly sliding down her tongue as he inched his hands forward in a climb. As his feet and legs touched to the back of her throat, her muscles responding to his presence…his tired expression twisted into one of surprise.<br/><br/>…<br/><br/>A few moments later, he was quickly traveling down the upper part of his friend’s body…the sound of her voice disappeared as he went past her throat, travelling past her chest…quickly, his senses are replaced with the sounds of her body, as if he were in a different world.<br/><br/>Straining in desperation, he attempted to stop his descent down…despite the undulating muscles of Mirana’s esophagus, he managed to slow himself down a bit, but her involuntary muscle movements and her swallowed saliva only send him back falling again. Surprisingly, he isn’t feeling terror – just shock, his limbs and body operating on instinct.<br/><br/>…<br/><br/>Now in Mirana's stomach…Undol laid there for a few moments, stomach acid collecting around him, the walls of her stomach eagerly stroking at their meal…him. He certainly looked worse for wear, one of his pant legs having been pushed up to his knees during his tumultuous descent, the other just matted tightly to him with the saliva from the catgirl’s mouth, which was now (relative to him) far above him. His slickened hair, half of it pressed against the shifting floor of Mirana’s stomach, was slightly curling. As a result of the same cause, Undol feeling a bit of a tickling feeling on the side of his face against the ‘ground.’<br/><br/>“Wait, she just ate me…” he muttered in amazement, his words completely inaudible to his friend. In fact, it was probably difficult for him to hear her own voice through the noises of her stomach and body unless she was talking particularly loud. In the darkness of his friend's stomach, Undol had the eerie feeling of being in a different world, one he could only hear, feel, and smell. As his thoughts touched on that last fact, he realized the acidic smell of Mirana's stomach acids were burning at his nose, and he sat up quickly, realizing the strange tickling at his skin was in fact him starting to get digested. His confused look now turned to one of terror. The innocent game that was played just a few seconds ago had turned to something drastically worse.<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;">Okay, regardless of the +, Undol needs to roll a 20 to escape. And…<br/>Escape from stomach roll (1d20 + 15): 5 + 15 = 20<br/>Not happening this round!</div></div></div><br/><br/>Pushing himself up, the Lilliputian man stood up unsteadily, feeling around above him. He was not even able to stand up straight, the stomach of his friend pressing in eagerly at him, forcing him into a half kneel. He had no clue what Mirana would try to do…he had to try to get out himself. While he trusted Mirana, he had never known her to actually swallow a living creature…would she know what to do in this situation? His frightened expression turned to one of determination as his adrenaline began flaring. His enthusiasm might have been dulled if he knew how ‘beat up’ he looked at the moment, his normally youthful face looking haggard. Finding the tightly shut hole to Mirana’s esophagus above, he placed his hands alongside it, attempting to pry it open…his muscles straining, he could feel his muscles aching with the effort.<br/><br/>It didn’t budge at all.<br/><br/>“Mirana!” the tiny being shouted up, his cry most likely unheard by the inexperienced predator, “Let me out! Please!”<br/><br/>Outside, all that had remained of Undol’s presence was the brief bulge that had been present on Mirana's neck when she had begun swallowing him…the only one that could even sense him now was her. His presence was nearly undetectable a few moments after being swallowed, but now his friend most likely could begin to feel him move around, feeling about, his hands touching on the sensitive muscle that normally served as a one way gate for her food. The first living ‘meal’ she had in her life was active, trying to fight for his life against her own digestive system that would do her work for her without the catgirl even trying.