<span style="font-weight: bold">Resha</span><br/><br/>The tigress’s belly lurches as she rises and hurries away from the spreading flames - not that this improves the Arachne’s situation. Resha’s belly is an unutterably tight fit, her arms, torso and spiderlegs wrapped uncomfortably around her bulbous abdomen… and it’s already dripping with acids, grinding and rubbing awkwardly against her… existing burns beginning to sting as digestive fluids take easy opened paths into her flesh, slowing beginning the work of digesting her…<br/><br/>...it doesn’t feel comfortable, like the tightest and body-warmest of caves at all. Not at all…<br/><br/>“Let me out!” She shrieks. “You’re not supposed to eat other monsters! I’ve got a nice girl and catgirl you can have from my larder!” Her arms and legs flail wildly, her words muffled by the stomach lining pressed tight against them… too spongy and acid-drenched to chew her way out of. “Let me out!” She wails.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Digestion HP remaining 4/5</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Aiyaka</span><br/><br/>Anita screams, as her free arm and both legs are seized by the Kitsune - and is swiftly cut off.<br/><br/>"Now now,” Aiyaka snaps, “is that any way to speak to the one who saved your life, who rescued you from a slow and painful fate digesting within the belly of that weak and miserable creature?"<br/><br/>Anita only whimpers, as Aiyaka pulls her in close, her gaze helplessly and horrifically riveted to Aiyaka’s jaws… but the Kitsune only pressing their bodies firmly together. The silkiness of Aiyaka's kimono... the softness of her breasts beneath… the scent of Sakura lingering upon the Kitsune’s body… the catgirl whimpers. Death and digestion, she’s sure… but at least it’s not unpleasant, like it was with the arachne.<br/><br/>Though she doubts the Kitsune’s belly will smell as sweet, and she twists her pained face away.<br/><br/>Aiyaka draws it back with one softfurred, sharpclawed palm.<br/><br/>Gently and softly, Aiyaka strokes her feline ears, and promises to protect her. Equally quietly, she begins to cry into Aiyaka’s warm fur. “I don’t want to be a kari’s pet catgirl,” she whimpers. “Not when her breasts have grown bountiful on the flesh of my friend,” she continues. “I just want to go home. I want<span style="font-style: italic">all</span>of us to go home,” she pauses, pulls back. “You could come,” she whispers, low and quiet, for feline ears only. “We could say we escaped from the arachne together. Wouldn’t it be nicer to live amongst other girls? To<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>feel like a monster?”<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Calming success!</span>