(( not sure how much dmg she took with the gurgles so shall edit in my hp once i find out. Also wasn't sure how the whole pulling her up was going to work, so left the results of that mostly out, only factoring her own failed escape attempt. ))<br/><br/><br/>The feeling of being locked away in another being's stomach, surrounded by, and dominated so entirely by another woman.....why it was nothing like she could have ever  imagined. So many times had she watched as Miku devoured another person right before her eyes, so many times had she wondered if it was as bad in there as they all made it out to be. The way they fought, struggled, and squirmed, and yet sometimes whimpered and moaned, it was all starting to make sense to her now. For on one hand she was quite scared for her life, afraid of what is to happen to her should she remain trapped within Urni's tum. A part of her wants nothing more than to be free, to claw, scrap, and scrape, struggle until she can once again behold the light of day. Yet...more than all that, more than the typical response one may have upon being devoured, a large part of her was actually seeming to enjoy it.<br/><br/>Though the confines where tight, she was not at all uncomfortable, curled away tightly within the orc's stomach. Able to feel every move she made as her body sways the distended sac of her tummy from side to side. Aviana able to hear her snarl, to feel the wind up in her swing as muscles tighten around her, pinning her in place as the blow is struck....or would have been. For as she presses against the walls of the stomach, a resounding slap startles her into dormancy, soft, and yet loud amidst the fleshy cavern of her tummy, the impact causes her to jump. The voice that follow's causing her to curl inward upon herself, almost as if to say 'I'm sorry' but why...why would she be sorry for struggling in the tummy of her enemy, for throwing her off balance as she continues to battle her allies?<br/><br/>Aviana ponders this as the walls shift and squeeze in around her, ever dripping acids as they lavish her in their affections. The softness in their spongy surface, the tenderness in their embrace...and yet hidden just on the otherside was a strength the likes the dragon girl had never known. Able to feel the toned abdominal muscles of the orcish woman in action, feeling the embrace of wet muscle crushing down on her, compacting her tighter in on herself as hot, scorching acid is agitated around her form. Splashed and slathered over every inch of her body, leaving no part untouched. The hot, stinging liquid was strong, potent as it seeps into the cracks between her scales, drips down beneath her armor and stimulates the more sensitive areas of the dragon girl's body. It felt....shamefully good, Aviana realizes. Acid, in a way was a part of who she is, her heritage, the feeling of it washing across her bare skin, being slathered against her slippery scales, by soft silky walls...why it was quite invigorating! Even knowing the true intent of such ministrations.<br/><br/>The lewd sensation of being surrounded by wet, muscled flesh, of being trapped in another woman, able to share in the innermost workings of her body as Urni's heart pounds out all around her, orchestrating her every action, fueling the very walls that work to crush and pummel her supple form...the full body massage, the meticulous attention to her bodie's every detail, why Aviana couldn't help but find it to be very arousing. Even though she'd not had the slightest sexual thought about the proud warrior woman who'd charged at them upon first glance. Now that she was trapped away, being made love to by a surprisingly intimate organ, being slowly but surely made into one with the orcish woman, the dragon girl couldn't help but find herself shamefully turned on. It troubled her that she enjoyed it so much, made her frustrated when she found her nipples tingling, and her loins burning with not only the touch of acid, but of arousal. She curses herself as her hands find her own breasts, squeezing, and holding them together as another ripple of muscles passes over them. The feeling of thousands of tiny tongues lavishing her cleavage in the most erotic of attentions washes over her, as each fold in the stomach, wet and meticulous, causes goosebumps to rise up on her creamy, smooth skin, and a pleased shudder to pass from her lips.<br/><br/>Urini's voice rings out again moment's later, rising up over the sea of wet noises that assail her. She's moaning in pleasure......telling her to melt into mush? Aviana flushes deeply upon realizing that she was not the only one enjoying this...that the orc, even in the middle of battle, was getting off to the sensation of digesting such a rare delicacy...of digesting her "I....I am melting...melting for yo...you" she stammers, as her hands roll against her breasts, her tail tucking in between her legs to be squeezed tightly by her thighs. Drops of arousal oozing from her nethers, from the thong like armor she adorned to protect her most private of parts. She was melting, though not in the literal sense...not entirely anyway. Rather her arousal was building to the point that should she remain, she'd have no chance of avoiding a release, of giving herself over to the bliss of her own digestion, and this fact, both scared, and excited her. It was exhilarating she realizes, much more than any combat she'd ever been in. Where blade and spell where involved she had always found a means of besting her opponent, yet here...here she was little more effective then a sandwich. To Urni's stomach... she truly was just food, and she found herself biting down on her lower lip and moaning low at this realization. The orc's words that had stirred her subconscious, had caused her body to freeze during her consumption, had come true. Aviana of the blackfang clan, was now no more than a filling meal....dinner.. awaiting her digestion....and given enough time this woman's stomach would wash away even her name, her identity, churning her into an indistinguishable mush, adding her strength to Urini, and Aviana.....for all her power, intelligence, and beauty, would be left as little more than waste to be squeezed from the toned cheeks of her orcish devourer, left to steam on the ground as Amatyhst had always planned for her.<br/><br/>As much as she found the notion of being digested, shamefully sexy, a voice in the back of her head kept calling out for her to escape, reminding her that she was better than this, had felled two orcs with but a flick of her sword,  had not come all this way simply to become this woman's meal. Yet she lacked the ability to escape, for the fleshy prison in which she found herself in, was unlike anything she'd encountered before. It specifically designed to keep meals in, only allowing them out the other end, once it has had it's way with them. Aviana had already proven herself incapable of escaping, and those that cannot escape stomachs, she realizes are little more than food. She was currently food, currently writhing in a rising sea of acids, in a fleshy sack of muscle which beats and batters against her defenses, both physical and mental, seeking her complete and total  submission. Both in a debilitating, sexual release, and later, the release of her precious nutrients, to further sustain and repair the powerful orcish warrior of which had consumed her.<br/><br/>She was so flustered with herself, dipping a hand between her legs, shielding her privates from the touch of tummy...yet with each roll of muscle she finds her fingers twitching, rubbing against her armor, against the delicate folds below. Why...why was she so excited...why did her heat flutter in her chest so, why couldn't she find the strength to escape...why couldn't she overcome this obstacle! It was so shameful, so embarrassing to think about it all ending this way, to think that she would be reduced to orc poo by the light of the following sun. She had to escape...and yet she was incapable... But then she is reminded of Miku's presence, and the despair in her heart all but vanishes. "Kitty! Miku! " she calls out, pushing hard against the stomach lining, causing the indent of her dainty hands in the otherwise toned flesh of that orcish tummy. She feels the orc move, feels two hands, not belonging to the orc pressing in on her, recognizing them for what they where she throws herself against them! Squishing up against the rolling stomach lining, grinding her compacted body into Miku's palms "I neeed you!" she calls out in a quivering voice, a voice filled with sexual frustration. She was trying so hard, so very very hard not to give into her body's desires, to give into the feelings that felt so good. To hold out for a miracle, and that miracle had come and it's name was Miku.<br/><br/>Her kitty, she'd come! come to save her! and the human too! she realizes, her heart jumping in her chest as she squirms about with excitement. No one could escape Miku's grasp, she was such a good wrestler, as Aviana had learned first hand during their late night romps. Oh she could picture it now, her tiny body embraced by those strong, warm kitty arms...mmmm she really needed it, and would be able to feel them again. Where seconds ago the only embrace she had to look forward to being those of Urni's bowels...now...now everything seemed so much more hopeful! There was no way the orc would escape now! No chance of her cutting her losses to slip away from the others, to digest her well earned meal in peace. "Draggies are not foods!" she calls out happily alongside Miku's declaration of letting the draggie go.<br/><br/>Of course she hadn't quite put much thought as to how she was going to get out of the stomach....as even though Miku had the orc girl held, the stomach was grinding against her all the more readily. Almost as if desperate to keep and claim the meal within, knowing that it was about to be robbed of the most delicious morsel it had ever laid it's grip on. Surely the stomach was right, as Aviana's body contained a great deal of nutritional benefits, in addition to being an exotic species, the power that flowed through her blood would no doubt do a wonderful job nourishing the body of whomever was lucky enough to digest her.<br/><br/>The dragongirl's heart sinks only a little when she realizes Urini's reluctance to let her go...she'd been threatened with being eaten even, and yet still her stomach clamps down powerfully around her. "Miku....I don't think she wants to give me up..." she says with a cute little pout, yet none but herself could see it reflecting off the glistening interior of the orcish girl's stomach. So excited was she at the prospect of escape, that she nearly misses all of the byplay going on outside, only catching bits and pieces of Miku's voice, saying something about being her food, and staying in her tummy.....now was not the time to talk to her other meals was it? No matter, as long as she got her out, Aviana figures. A sudden squeezing pressure beneath her catches her off guard, external pressure mashing her against the roof of Urin's stomach. "Errf...Miku...not so tight!" she calls out, at first simply thinking her goal was to squeeze the orc until the dragon popped out? Aviana's fear in that as she's pushed up against the muscle above her is that it simply mashes her up faster for the tummy! Though before she can voice any further concern, a hand suddenly touches her...no grabs her! A hand, Miku's hand....was coming into the tummy? "Kitty no!! don't let her eat you!!!" she cries out, worried that Miku was being swallowed too. While the prospect of sharing the stomach with her friends was an enticing one....if Miku was eaten, then...then the orc would surely escape?!<br/><br/>The hand though...instead of pushing in further as had happened to her own head...it tries to withdraw, pulling her up and into the once sealed ring of muscle that had resisted her attempts at escape, pulling her own hand into the familiar embrace of Urni's throat once more. The path to escape was clear, Miku was showing her the way! Adrenaline pumping through her veins, Aviana braces herself against the lower wall of the stomach, her foot sinking deep into the slippery folds of flesh that squeeze ever inward against her. Yet, just as she goes to push off, to plunge herself back up Urini's throat, the stomach muscles roll over her undefended body, squeezing and kneading in earnest agains her luscious breasts, and tantalizing nethers alike, even her tight tush is tended to by the possessive grip of the orc's stomach.  "I....I!" she gasps out, as her legs shiver and buckle, falling to her knees in the pool of acid. Aviana moaning in a mixture of enjoyment and frustration, "Can't do it on my own." she shamefully admits. "You'll have to pull me up." she whimpers, clutching to the kitty girl's hand as best she could, not wanting the throat to separate them and for Miku to be able to continue to pull her to safety.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Aviana </span><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;"><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/320489">Kitty tugs to freedom</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+14</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">18</span></div></div></div>