((Been pretty darn sick this last week...post might not be quite as detailed as normal. x3 Still very much under the weather. ))<br/><br/><br/>In the relative darkness of the inside of the tent, it's difficult to see the blush that suddenly rises to the interior of Arcea's ears when Celrie so boldly leans in and mentioned she'd rather have her head buried between the catgirl's thighs. Clearly a little flustered, the catgirl's tail flicks back and forth with heavy swipes, televising her surprise to the world "C-Celrie!' She says softly, her eyes widening at the mental images that began to pour through her head. Admittedly...they were not bad ones. There was little like a night filled with pleasure after a battle to really drive home who'd won, and the elf was certainly at the top of the list of who she'd like to share such intimacies with. Shivering a little at the thought, Arcea nestles in a little closer to Celrie's side, the initial shock of the bold statement gone "Mm...well...sounds like a good way to end the day, doesn't it?" Arcea's lips part in a toothy grin, her emerald eyes glittering with energy and delight "I don't think Julie-Ann would mind, would you dear?" Gazing downwards at Celrie's hand as it lightly stroked the vague outlines of the doomed cooness steadily digesting away inside of her stomach, Arcea's ears perk at the muffled whimper than emanated from within. Or maybe it was a gurgle. At this point, it was getting hard to tell - not that it mattered much anyway. Grinning coyly, she places her own hand upon her furry belly, giving it a satisfied little pat 'Mmm...see? She doesn't mind at all..hehehehe...'<br/><br/>Noting Sevana had slipped in behind them, Arcea flicks her tail welcomingly to the bat, inviting her in to their little group "Ahh, Sevana!' There is a conspicuous absence of title, the catgirl clearly more than content to be on less formal terms with the Bucovina noble "Nice of you to join us! So, um...the little machine...um..' She casually waves her hand towards the projector, clearly rather unfamiliar with the technology '...thing, is potentially dangerous?' Letting that sink in for a few seconds, Arcea finally grins, her tail speeding up it's little curling sways "...How exciting. Wonder if Trinara knows. Eh, she likely wouldn't care, either."<br/><br/>Wrapped an arm around Celrie, Arcea pulled the elf in closer, nestling her up a little more tightly against her side and bulging stomach "Heh...quite a show, mmm? And...yeah, maybe not as fun as seeing it in person..." Again, she smirks downwards to her own full stomach, which utters a little contented<span style="font-style: italic">grrrrrllllll</span>as it steadily worked on the unfortunate cooness trapped within "...or experiencing it. Mmmmfff, feels so wonderful..." In what one could consider 'typical' feline fashion, Arcea reaches her free arm high above her head, arching her back in a moan inducing little stretch "Mmmmm....'. The results were twofold - allowing Celrie an even better view of her full stomach, pooched out proudly before her, and squeezing the cooness ever tighter inside of her belly as her back arched backwards, the vague outline of her shape growing more defined as she's rather crudely crushed within and robbed of even what little space she had. The sight was certainly an interesting one, Julie-Ann's position clearly shown, and it looked as if her struggles had at least allowed her to partially right herself, a clear improvement over how she'd initially squeezed into the catgirl's stomach. Now, she was at least 'seated', her footpaws making slight outwards protrusions in the base of Arcea's belly, and her legs pulled up tightly against the sides of her body to either side of her own belly and breasts. Her head clearly rested against the swell of her breasts, cramped up inside the mercilessly tight confines of the tribal catgirl's stomach. It made a rather interesting sight, the clear bulges of the cooness' head, breasts, legs, and shoulders rather nicely defined in the tightly-stretched fur and flesh of Arcea's belly, if only for a brief moment. Her struggles had done something, but it mattered little now - the only way she was likely to see the light of day again was through the catgirl's shapely backside, and it would most certainly not be in the same form as when she'd went in.<br/><br/>"Nyaaa...mmmm...nothing like a little relaxation after a good dinner, mm...?" Arcea murmurs lazily, finishing up her stretch with a satisfied sigh. Returning her attention to the little show, she once more finds her expectations shattered by the little dialog on the screen. Mouth agape, she echos 'Walk the poopdeck...?' Staring increduously...before bursting into laughter, trying hard to stifle it lest she draws a little too much attention "Oh...my...goodness. That is SO Trinara. Can promise you, every word you saw there was true. I wouldn't be surprised if she was still talking to him...um...well.." She pauses as Trinara makes her way over, leaning in just close enough to Celrie to whisper "...when he walked the poopdeck, so to speak.' Before the catgirl closed in on them.<br/><br/>Trinara's embrace is instantly returned by Arcea, who nuzzles back every bit as emphatically, rubbing her cheek happily against the catwoman's neck "Trinaraaa! It's been so loooong!" Whatever semblance of 'leadership and pride' Arcea had struggled to maintain during the previous fight and sojourn into the the station falls away in an instant, replaced by what could only be considered 'girlish glee'. Bouncing on her tippy toes, she happily enjoys the embrace for a few moments longer than would be appropriate for anything more than friends, her eyes bright and starry "You're going to have to tell me all about your travels! Of course I missed you! I didn't have anyone to blame when I got in trouble!" Giggling softly, she wrapped her arm around the catgirl's waistline, holding her happily "Really, though, it's great to see you! Was sad to see you go. Especially after our 'smuggling attempts' to get you on my trip failed - I got in soooo much trouble for that one. Dad made me run lookout the whole trip. Thought my legs were gonna fall off when we finally made it into Bucovina lands. So, whatcha mean gifts?! And special orders?!"<br/><br/>Her attention brought back to the machine, Arcea smirks faintly, the last bit of dialog still fresh in her mind "Speaking of 'special orders'...Walk the poopdeck, hrm? Milo must have been a fun one...I'm almost envious." Reaching around behind Trinara, Arcea rather shamelessly gives her rump a firm grope with one hand, squeezing the fleshy cheek of her shapely rear between her fingers without even a hint of embarrassment. Clearly, it was not something new between her and Trinara "If I recall, the poopdeck is every bit as lovely as the rest of the ship. Ahahahah...did you REALLY say that?!" She follows up with another giggle that quickly turns into a happy little groan of delight when Trinara's hand reaches down and firmly gropes her stomach.<br/><br/>"Mmm...as delicious as Krello looks..." Trinara's rough little squeeze is enough to make Arcea turn her head to the side, interrupting her words just long enough to utter a soft but lengthy little 'Uuurrrp', removing whatever excess air had been trapped in her tummy with the digesting cooness. Within a matter of seconds, her tummy is fit tightly against the coon-girl's curvy body, further showing off her definition in the furry outlines of the catgirl's stomach "Mmf...ahem. As I was saying..." Arcea continues, reaching down to give the cooness' breast a little grope through her furry middle "...As delicious as Krello looks, this busty little thing is a bandit we found outside town. Julie-Ann was her name, I think.  Figured I'd give her a tour of Catspaw, but...don't think I wanna carry her around that long. I have a feeling her tour might end in the forest about, ooohhh, I dunno...this time tomorrow? Or we might just give her a tour of the latrines, if it's more convenient." Grinning toothily, Arcea again gives her stomach a satisfied little pat, another deep, burbling gurgle emanating from within "Besides." She continues over the contented gurgling of her belly "...Besides....if it WAS Krello, I'd rather give you a show first. Or let you in on the action." She says with a wink, another lighthearted giggle escaping her throat "Couldn't be any worse than our little party with Conlei and Damein..."<br/><br/>It was a wonder they'd not gotten into more trouble than they did. It was both her and Trinara's first experience with petalwater, and neither were quite 'up to the challenge', it seemed. Conlei and Damein were brothers, both older, larger, and more experienced...<br/><br/>The night had been a blur. Too much alcohol, too much dancing, too much lewdness...she had a feeling neither her or Trinara had given those two sexy males what they'd been after, and by the time she and Arcea had come out of their alcohol-induced stupor, Conlei and Damein were little more than rounded bulges in their midsections, well-digested over the course of an entire night. She didn't even remember how she'd eaten them, only that it had started off as a playful game, and then...<br/><br/>...Mmm, she really didn't regret a thing. She had a feeling Trinara didn't, either.<br/><br/>When Trinara draws attention to Celrie, Arcea releases the catgirl from her embrace, practically prancing over to the elf and throwing an arm around her, pulling her into a tight, squeezing hug "Trinara! This is Celrie! She's a...very close friend of mine. We're out on<span style="font-style: italic"> Duai </span>...um...'date' is what they call it. Successful fight, big meal...is a night of relaxation and fun. Celrie is wonderful, you'll like her." Leaning in, she gently runs her tongue across the soft, smooth flesh of the elf's cheek, sighing pleasantly at the wondrous flavor that swept across her tongue "...Mm. I've grown quite attached to my elf in the time I've known her. Celrie, this is Trinara...my best friend from childhood! We were um...well, little demons, I think is the appropriate wording. Her, my sister Viella, and I used to be in all sorts of trouble. Actually, I guess that trend kept up until you left, didn't it, Trinara? Ooooh, the stories I could tell you, Celrie... So, what got you involved with this weird little thing here?" She asks with a motion towards the projector.