<span style="font-weight: bold"> Sheva, Millan, Altrayie </span><br/><br/>For just a brief second, Millan feels his downwards-descent halted, Sheva's shifting, flexing throat put off for just the slightest hint of a second by Altrayie's intrusion. Unfortunantly, that respite was brief at best, and Millan's single hope at freedom is dashed when another, powerful swallow sends him up fully into his waist inside the sexy feline's mouth. For some reason, his mouth didn't seem to work - he wanted to keep calling out for help, to beg for his life, to shout for someone to wake him up from this dream...but, the fear in his throat blocked his voice, and for all his efforts - nothing more than a soft, shivering whimper manages to pass through his lips. This had to be a dream. It had to be. Any second, he'd wake up, and he'd be safe in sound in his bed. Heck, there was no chance she could eat him, right?! No...she was too slender, too sexy...it made no sense. And he had allies there to save him. Right...?<br/><br/>Sheva feels the hyena-boy's entire body flinch when his muzzle encounters the tight ring of muscle that led to her stomach, could feel his heart hammering in his chest as she devoured him inch by tiny inch.<br/><br/>'Gah!' Millan's voice comes, muffled though it is, from Sheva's stomach as his head presses into the tiny, but stretchy sack. It seemed all to eager - and capable - of fitting every little bit of his body inside of it, the faint scent of acid already starting to grow more and more potent by the second. It was just a dream...just a dream, Millan...<br/><br/>Another slight wince courses through his body, this time when those deceptively soft stomach walls begin to knead his face, working those potent digestive acids against his fur and the tender skin of his nose. Within just a few second's time, he could feel a very slight tingle begin to form on the tip of his snout, followed by a very faint, but noticable, burning sensation. Pain...in a dream? No - this was not a dream. Whatever hope he'd had that this was the case vanishes instantly, and he renews his squirms, wriggling his body back and forth, trying desperately to get a hold on his predator's lips, her teeth, her hands - ANYTHING. Unfortunantly, despite his own efforts, and the efforts of Altrayie pulling on his ankles...he felt his arms and hands slip fully into Sheva's mouth, and into the tight, rippling tunnel of her throat. Doused in slippery, sticky saliva, he could find no hold, and whilst his hands scrabble wildly at her throat - it does little more than offer the hungry catgirl a faint, pleasant tickling sensation from deep inside her body.<br/><br/>The faint little sting seems to help Millan find his voice, and he begins to call in a muffled, terrified voice from inside Sheva's stomach "No!! NO! Don't eat me! Please!! STOP!! I'll do anything! I was going to feed you, and I was- GAH!!" His voice is interrupted by a loud, suprised 'MMPH!!" Of bliss when Sheva's lips iris down around his waist, encasing his length inside of her warm, wet mouth. Despite the urgency and terror - he had to admit, it felt really good against the sensative, needy head of his shaft. Of course, now, sex was one of the furthest things from his mind - she was EATING him!!<br/><br/>His legs begin to kick and squim violently, his entire body shifting and turning inside of her throat, creating small, noticable bulges in the already sizable bulge of her throat...<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;">Grapple check to resist swallow (With Altrayie's aid) - 1d20(13) + 7 (+2 Altrayie) = 22. Not even close. Hyena-boy is now kitty-food!</div></div></div><br/><br/>...But to no avail. Another quick swallow, and Millan felt his face press firmly against the bottom of Sheva's stomach, the eagerly growling, shifting belly instantly working to douse him in potent digestive juices, working it against his fur and the tender, vulnerable flesh beneath. Now, he was no longer terrified. He was in a sheer panic. Another swallow brought him up to his thighs inside of Sheva's mouth, and his legs begin to kick rapidly, violently - violently enough to throw Altrayie's tenative grip off entirely. His squirming, shifting body grinds against Sheva's tongue, working more of his utterly delicious flavor against her tongue, mixing it with her saliva as it coats him, making it all the more easy to send him to her eager, hungry belly. Utter terror strikes him as he feels her soft, lucious lips slowly creeping upwards over his frantically kicking legs, her hands easily steadying them...and making him all the more easy to swallow "NO!!! NO!!! Please don't eat me! Please!!" His terrified voice falls, muffled though it is, from Sheva's slowly swelling belly. Alas, his pleading falls on deaf ears, and he feels - with one final swallow - the moisture and heat of her mouth surrounding his footpaws...and, finally, the tightness of her thought as that one final swallow sends him out of view, little more than a squirming bulge sliding down her throat, and into her rapidly swelling tummy.<br/><br/>Within a matter of seconds, the terrified hyena-boy finds himself curled up in a neat little ball inside of the hot, silky, and almost comfortable stomach of the sexy feline he'd tried to seduce only moments before. Immediently, he begins to squirm, righting himself in the slowly-rising pool of acid that has begun to develope beneath his rear, his hands immediently starting to stroke along the interior of Sheva's stomach, pushing outwards with all his might to try and force her to cough him up, to force her to release him. It serves to do little more than create faint bulges in the smooth skin of her stomach, and give her a nice, internal-belly rub from her newest prey. He desperately searches, feet pushing out against her belly walls as those very walls stroke against him, working more and more acid against his already-sensative fur and skin  "Please! Let me out!!!' His muffled voice calls, panic permeating his words. Alas, for the moment, he was nothing but a pleasant bulge in Sheva's belly - and one heck of a delicious meal.<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;">Millan's escape attempt - 1d20(3) + 7 = 10. Not even close...</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>Altrayie's eyes widen in utter shock and disbelief as - even with her efforts - Millan is swallowed whole and alive. The sight was a terrifying one - the thick bulge in Sheva's throat squirming and fidgiting. The way that bulge slowly descended ever lower, Millan muffled, terrified voice calling franticallly from within...and the way faint growling sensation she could hear as that stomach already got to work on it's newest, unfortunante occupant. She'd actually managed to eat him...where in the hell was her backup?! Chancing a backwards glance over her shoulder, Altrayie sees that the room is in Chaos - not to mention, that awful sound...something was going on. Someone was attacking - but who? What?<br/><br/>Then, she realised...this was likely not the best spot to be.<br/><br/>More than happy to leave Millan to his fate, Altrayie begins to turn and run - but is caught before she can even manage a single step. Sheva's hand closes on her arm, twitsting it powerfully, a small 'oooww!' of pain escaping her pretty, pink lips as the far stronger feline ensures she does not get away.<br/><br/>Oh gods - oh gods!! This was not good!! Altrayie's face immediently shifts from the nasty, 'in power' sneer, to a more meek and even terrified expression - where was her help?!!? Sheva was..<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Sheva wrote:</cite> "But even then one is not enough... I need more, I need one for each day without a meal..." </div></blockquote><br/><br/>That simple revelation made Altrayie's eyes grow wide as saucers. Her gaze slowly shifts downwards, alighting on the frantically wiggling ,bulging tummy that only moments before had been so slender, and now...full, and happily digesting the Hyena. Who, as she knew - was far stronger than she was...and now, Sheva had HER? And...was going to...eat her....<br/><br/>It took a few seconds for that to sink in - and as soon as it does, Altrayie screams "AHHH-gurk!" Or, at least, she would have - had it not been for Sheva's hand suddenly finding it's way to her throat. The force of that grip almost choked her, and she felt herself easily lifted off of the ground, her feet kicking and dangling in mid-air as the feline teased her with the thought of becoming part two of her multi-course meal. No...nonono. She was too young to die - this was NOT going to happen. She would NOT be food for this...this...half-breed!<br/><br/>Summoning every little bit of strength she could muster, Altrayie swings her dagger at Sheva, trying to cut her throat, cut her wrist, arm...ANYTHING to make her release that vice-like grip.<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;">Grapple check - 1d20(6) + 5 = 11. Altrayie is grappled ,easily.</div></div></div><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;">Altrayie Attack - 1d20(2) + 5 = 7...I will not even bother rolling a grapple check.</div></div></div><br/><br/>The flimsy attack is easily knocked away by Sheva's free arm, and when that dagger does not manage to connect...Altrayie's eyes widen even further in terror. The half-elf begins to squirm and fight with all her might, her eyes shifting from the squirming bulge in Sheva's stomach, to the devilish, hungry look on her face. Her feet kick ineffectually at Sheva's thighs, her fingertips clutch at the vice-lip grip around her throat...but, Sheva was far, far more skilled than she. For the moment ,things were hardly looking good for the once-snooty half-elf...<br/><br/><br/>(Part 1/4)