<blockquote class="uncited"><div>The sounds of talking and laughing grows louder and louder, amplified by the damp cave walls.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Oh crap. Get ready.." Jelani said quietly, casting a glance over at the curtain...<br/><br/>He remains at the very front of his cage as the varied beings file into the cavern, mostly familiar faces, but he noticed a few newer ones too. As always, they split off into smaller groups to look over the captives, and he could already hear the conversations in the background as his own cage was approached.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kitts wrote:</cite><span style="font-weight: bold"> Jelani, Miyan, Domlan </span><br/>“Hmrph. Well. Not a bad looking one. Fit, strong...I bet with a good meal in you, you’d be one hell of a toussle. Be it in the bedroll, or a good spar. Of course...”</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Jelani is a bit surprised when Miyan finally deigns to speak with him, instead simply eying him before passing on, as she had so many times before. He focuses on her, listening in now, watching as she strokes a hand across that slim, fuzzy stomach of her's.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> “Mmmm....nice body like yours, slowly sliding down my throat...filling my belly. You’d be in there for hours....oh, it would hurt, too. The first few minutes, as my stomach acids slowly turned you to mush...you’d figid and squirm, no matter how strong you are. Then, you’d finally settle down, too weak to fight back....and my belly would do with you what it wanted. I’d likely stroke it, listen to it gurgle, maybe take a nap. When I woke up?”</div></blockquote><br/><br/>As Miyan fantasizes, Jelani seems to be pulled along for the ride, imagining himself stretching out her slender throat as he slid down, and making a very distinct squirmy bulge in her stomach. Followed by being trapped inside an acid-filled, muscular sack for hours on end while a herbivore's acids slowly but surely softened up his struggling form. It would be a agonizingly slow death, and he knew most of it he would spend far too weakened to struggle, helpless to do anything more than cry out in pain and digest as she stroked, gloated and napped.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>“I’d pass you out this perfect little butt of mine. Poor dear...nothing but a little bit of rabbit food. We may have all we need...maybe I’ll ask if I can do just that. Tie you up...swallow you nice and slow...”</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Drawn in, Jelani watches intently as Miyan turns her back to cage, eyes settling on her shapely rear as the slap jiggles the soft flesh. He hadn't really noticed how nice of a rump she had before, and it was enough to arouse him even as she teased him with the culmination of her little fantasy, ending it with him experiencing the tight squeeze of her tailhole<span style="font-style: italic">far </span>more intimately than he ever planned to. Tied up, and devoured slowly, it wouldn't be a glorious end. It was an end more fitting of a meal, rather than a gladiator and adventurer.<br/><br/>But she did have such a<span style="font-style: italic">very</span>nice body. It would almost be worth it. Almost.<br/><br/>"Yeah?" Jelani asks after a few moments, grinning a bit as the growing stirring in his loins made it look like he'd enjoyed the story rather than the view. It'd given him a bit of an idea, too. Originally he thought he might try to goad the rabbit into a fight, but this.. this he thought such a proud predator (or wannabe predator) would be hard pressed to resist. "How about a last request then?" he asks, reaching out through the bars slowly. "Would you grace me with a feel of that lovely rump before I'm squeezed outta it..?"