*Andre keeps on slurcking-slurcking-slurcking.  Mika's belly is starting to go now, the fur building up a ruffled wave as the skin is squished and off-set by the tight embrace of the navel.  By now, slime is starting to soak Mika's fur, as Andre occasionally giggles from the tickling given to hir by the furry body in hir most sensitive spot of all.  The navel.  Mika should start to feel the gradual pressure (gentle mind you) building up around her, as her host continues to get aroused and stimulated by the poor jackal getting taken into hir navel.  Then again, she might not be so bad off, since she likes the sensations so much.  Maybe both will end up liking this.*  Half-gone, going fast.