<span style="font-weight: bold"> Sheva, Millan, Altrayie </span><br/><br/><br/>The pounding of his own heart in Millan's ears was like a jackhammer in his head, a testament the complete and utter fear which now gripped his body, nearly paralyzing him in sheer terror. Yet, there was one sound that was even louder - the sound of a stomach that had been denied food for many days, and sought to rectify that as quickly as possible...with his body. Sought to cure that intense hunger by turning his entire body into little more than a thick, digestive soup - food for the sexy catgirl who'd been pleasuring him only moments before.<br/><br/>It was an utterly terrifying sensation, feeling those soft, fleshy walls of Sheva's belly ripple around him, caress him, squeeze him from every angle seemingly so innocently, so gently - but he knew the purpose behind that deceptively soft caress. Her stomach was trying to digest him. Trying to turn him into her food while he was still alive. The fear that gripped him at that moment was like nothing he'd ever felt before. It was paralyzing.<br/><br/>Were it not for the imminent fear of death, the sensation might not have been at all unpleasant. The warmth of her belly, the softness of that silky-smooth flesh, even the moisture felt surprisingly enticing on his fur. Yet, within a matter of seconds, those brief, dreamy thoughts are interrupted with something he'd never felt in all his life - the faint tingle of acid upon his vulnerable fur and flesh. It started off as little more than a dull tingle, hardly painful - yet even that faint sensation sent his heart into his throat. He knew from more than a few times of enjoying prey in his own belly - it always started off mild, only to increase in intensity until...the end came.<br/><br/>Within a matter of seconds, Sheva's flexing, shifting stomach walls managed to douse the unfortunate hyena fully in those potent acids, and every single flex, every ripple of her belly sent another wave of the digestive enzymes flowing across his body, ensuring her food was constantly coated with the very substance that would slowly turn him into nutrient-mush for her body. The faint, tingling sensation rapidly changed into a dull burn, and nearly immediently afterwards, a heavy stinging sensation that made him gasp softly in pain.<br/><br/>She...was digesting him alive. That realization, that first wave of pain, suddenly unlocked the terrified hyena-boy's paralyzed muscles, and he did the first thing that nearly any intelligent creature would do in his situation. He panicked.<br/><br/>"Ahhh!" Millan's voice calls out from inside Sheva's belly, the eager gurgles and growls of her happily digesting stomach nearly making the terrified cry inaudible. Whilst the cry itself might have been difficult to hear, the effects of the hyena's now-panicked struggles were very easily seen. Fear gripped every muscle in his body, overthrew every thought in his head - he had to escape! HAD to. If not - he was going to become food.<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 escape attempt - 1d20(13) + 7 = 20. Millan remains ingested</div></div></div><br/>Sheva feels her once-dormant belly suddenly surge to life, the panicked hyena within pressing his hands fultily against the slick, rippling walls of her stomach, bulges appearing in the smooth bare flesh of her belly as he pushes out against those eagerly squeezing walls, his claws scrabbling uselessly alongy the silky-smooth flesh of her stomach walls. His legs tremble in exhertion as he presses his feet fully against the front of Sheva's stomach, pushing with all his might, trying to upset her stomach in any way he can, FORCE her to throw him back up. Unfortunantly, the pushing of his legs, the frantic movements of his hands, do little more than increase the wonderful 'full' feeling, and give her one of the most wonderous internal-massages a half-starved catgirl could ask for.<br/><br/>When his initial efforts prove fruitless, complete panick overtakes Millan's mind. His hands begin to scrabble wildly across the smooth, silky interior of Sheva's stomach, hardly realising in his terrified state that he was doing little more than ensuring more acid coated his body, that her stomach had an even easier time of breaking him down into nutrients for her starved body "N-NO!! Please!! LET ME OUT! I'm not food!!" Frantically squirming bulges appear in the soft, bare skin of Sheva's belly, showing the struggling figure inside...but, for all his thrashing, he gets no closer to escape.<br/><br/>Altrayie's eyes widen, those frightened orbs staring down at the frantically squirming bulge Millan made in Sheva' stomach. Already, she could hear the eager, happy gurgles of the starved mithra's belly working diligently to digest Millan alive, so loud and hungry...and, just barely audible over it, the pained cry of the frantically squirming hyena who'd been sent into that belly just a few moments prior.<br/><br/>'No...no! She was going to get the same fate! Digested alive inside of a catgirl's belly. NO!' Her mind screamed at her to fight, to squirm out of the vice-like grip that held her trapped, to do anything to keep from being crammed down the hungry catgirl's throat. To do anything to keep from joining the frantically writhing bulge that already domed out her once-slender belly.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Sheva wrote:</cite> "You were so sure of yourself a few minutes ago, what changed elf? Suddenly not feeling as superior?" </div></blockquote><br/><br/>The elf's terrified gaze lifts from the squirming, shifting bulge in Sheva's belly to the catgirl's eyes, and the hungry intent within them. The sight made Altrayie's blood run cold - this catgirl was actually going to eat her. Was going to digest her...turn her into nothing but waste...<br/><br/>NO! In a terror-and-survival induced fit, Altrayie lashes out again with her dagger, trying to jab Sheva in the eye, the throat - ANYWHERE. Unfortunantly, Sheva's iron-like grip on her throat and her own fear makes the blade shoot out far too wide. Sheva feels a tiny little prick of pain on her cheek, and the faint wetness of blood from a tiny cut - but the superficial wound did nothing to free the elf from the powerful, tight grip of the mithra.<br/><br/>Squirming in Sheva's grip, Altrayie gasps softly when she feels the catgirl's hand grab the back of her head...and force her down, pointing her face-first towards the slowly opening maw before her. The sight nearly stopped her heart in her chest - the almost cute pink interior of Sheva's mouth, the rows of teeth that lined her jaw, the eager, hungry glisten of saliva that filled her mouth...it seemed impossible. Had she not seen it just a few seconds before, she would have thought it impossible - no way this catgirl could fit her down that slender little throat. Yet, as if happy to prove her wrong, Sheva stuffs her head right between those soft lips of hers, encasing her in warmth, wetness, and darkness.<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 Grapple check - 1d20 (15) + 5 = 20. Failure. Altrayie is ingested</div></div></div><br/><br/>"NOOOOOOoooooo!!!" Altrayie's terrified wail is immediently muffled by Sheva's tongue and mouth, her entire body jerking helplessly in the iron-like grip of the far stronger, even partially starved, catgirl who seemed intent on turning her into food.<br/><br/>Altrayie's body thrashes wildly in Sheva's grip, squirming and wriggling as - bit by bit - she is forced down the incredibly tight, slick tunnel that led into the hungrily growling stomach that, even as she was swallowed, was working diligently to turn her hyena companion into food, just as she would be if she did not escape.<br/><br/>Unfortunantly, Altrayie's wild thrashing did little more than spread the succulent, sweet taste of the half-elf's body across Sheva's tongue, mixing the utterly delicious flavor of her body thickly with the catgirl's saliva. If Millan had been a delicious meal, Altrayie was absolutely intoxicating. Just the simple taste of that squirming girl was like ambrosia, causing Sheva's tongue to tingle with the faint caress of magic - a nutrion? Her skin was so incredibly soft, so delicate and sweet - and would likely not last long against the digestive onslaught of a starving feline's belly.  Every little squirm sent more of that delicious flavor exploding throughout Sheva's mouth, even as she - bit by bit - slid down the rippling embrace of the catgirl's throat, and began to empty into her belly.<br/><br/>The thick bulge of Altrayie's breasts in Sheva's neck gives way to the swell of her hips, and finally, left nothing but her frantically kicking legs, both of them trying desperately to find purchase on something, ANYTHING, to prevent her from sliding full between those soft little lips...<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 Grapple - 1d20(1) + 5 = 6. Utter failure...Altrayie is swallowed.</div></div></div><br/><br/>Yet, luck was not with the elf-girl...and with one final swallow, she feels the cool air of the cave give way to moistened, heated flesh...and finally, the tight, rippling sensation of a throat tugging her downwards, eager to send her on a one-way trip downwards into the catgirl's hungry, rapidly swelling belly.<br/><br/>Within a matter of seconds, the thick bulge of Altrayie's body is added to the weight of Millan's the smaller elf squeezed into the suddenly incredibly-tight confines of Sheva's belly. Yet, Sheva could taste the intense, utterly delicious flavor of the elf on her lips and tongue long after the slender girl had squeezed into her full belly, and already, she could feel the incredibly pleasant pleasure of a nutrion starting to tingle throughout her body, only further adding to the wonderful sensation of being full.<br/><br/>Altrayie's struggles mingle with Millans, causing the catgirl's stomach to wriggle pleasantly, two pairs of hands working desperately over the interior of her belly in an effort to escape.<br/><br/>"NOOOO!!! NOOOO!! LET ME OUT!!!" Altrayie's terrified voice calls from within over the happy gurgle of a full belly, a full 180 turn from the smugness she'd exhibited when Sheva was still stuck in her cage.<br/><br/>Millan HP -<span style="color: #008000">30/37</span>