<span style="font-weight: bold">Simona</span><br/><br/>Simona settles down, beginning the work of pushing half-digested gunk out of the Cyra’s stomach and down into her intestines. Hopefully, the kari will feel full enough to let her out soon… but in the meantime, her stomach warm, and soft, its acids as gentle and cleansing as bathfoam. A matching dampness begins to leak between Simona’s thighs.<br/><br/>Once I’m done cleaning, she thought, I might treat myself to a little orgasm…<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Party</span><br/><br/>Beyond the confines of Cyra’s stomach, the four of you are making good progress. Anita pads along almost silently, trying not to attract predatory attention, staying close to Aiyaka and the flimsy umbrella of protection the other catgirl had promised her. If the monstrous-catgirl didn’t simply forget her promise, there was still little keeping the anthrotiger or the kari from gulping them both down. Her sensitive kitty-ears can clearly hear Simona, working within the kari’s tum, and its a vaguely cheerful thought - perhaps there’s a little hope for her friend yet.<br/><br/>With the more-direct route past the Arachne’s cave opened, and the whisp of firesmoke behind providing a bearing visible for miles, you’re able to press on through the scrubland towards the village. Ahead, larger shapes emerge from the rocks, shrubs and straggly trees. As you approach, you can see the signs of neglected girlhouseplants, haphazardly smattered into an array of tangled dirt streets, already half-overgrown by faster-spreading parasitic creepers.<br/><br/>The only sound is the wind, and the soft chirping of crickets in the unkempt grass...