Went ahead and tossed my post in spoilers to save on space :3<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;">The longer Alura's head remained trapped within the hot, humid, confines of Yumina's mouth, the more and more she found herself coming to appreciate it, coming to enjoy herself. The warm, wet heat enveloping her head, was delightful, the smooth inner walls of her mouth enjoyable in almost every way, and the sight of her throat, why it become more and more sexy by the minute. It truly had been a wonderful day, and being able to share in this most unique experience with the catgirl, was not something Alura would soon be forgetting. "I can hear your heart...feel your breath, your body alive all around my head...it's wonderful" she exclaims, cooing with delight at the almost magical nature of it all. So enjoyable was it to just relax and listen to the soft sounds of the feline's body at work. The sounds of her heart beating far below, the billowing breathe that filled her lungs, just to wash over her face. Even the wet, squishy sounds of her tongue as it rolls, laps, and licks against her face where all things she appreciated....the sounds of life, the sounds of Yumina.<br/><br/>Alura's heart flutters in her chest, this was so intimate, she felt so close to the feline, entrusting her this deeply, while observing such sights and sensations the likes of which few living beings would ever get a chance to see. "Mmmm, and your kisses." she humms around Yumina's tongue as it probes in past her lips once more, swabbing and curling against her own little spade.  Able to hear and feel Yumina's approval, her growing excitement, Alura moans out lustfully to the grinding press of the feline's hips. Feeling the kiss of those luscious swollen nether lips against her bare skin, Yumina's motions leaving behind a little trail of lust, that thick, slippery fluid that caused her mouth to water at the very thought. "so sexy~" she croons, wiggling her own body ever so lightly in alternation to the gyrations of her hips.  <br/><br/>It was all so wonderful, Alura could hardly believe it. The tongue curling against her, dipping low enough for her to gaze at the undulating throat just out of reach of her cute little face. That throat, how tight it looked, how strong the muscles seemed to be as they press in on each other, pulling down a bit of saliva, only to relax and yawn open once more. The fairy smiling at the glistening strands of saliva that spread and stretch between those walls each time, making varying patterns and arrays, each unique in their own way like special little snowflakes, that are mashed and swallowed down moments later. As she observes this, she'd begin to notice the motions becoming a little more rapid, more demanding, as if preparing for something more... as she thinks on this a quiver of movement right before her forehead would have her eyes shooting skyward. Looking to the soft little palette of flesh that seems to tense and twitch, with just as much enthusiasm as Yumina's gullet. 'Perhaps.....could it be.....that it's hard for her to keep her mouth open this long?' she wonders to herself, as she thinks on the times she'd tried to keep her mouth open wide so that her mother could get a good look and make sure she was healthy.... her mouth had gotten dry she recalls and it'd been nearly impossible to prevent reflexively swallowing.... could that be it, could it be fatigue from keeping her mouth open.....no that didn't make sense. Alura was being sucked like a treat, her mouth was very well lubricated of that she was sure of....if not that though then what? she finds herself wondering.<br/><br/>As Alura ponders this, a single sound rings out of place from all the others. One she'd not heard before during her stay in Yumina's mouth...Why it almost sounded like a growl, a distant growl, but a growl nonetheless. But why would she be growling, unless of course it was in a sexual context....but, straining her ears, trying to block out the wet, slippery sounds that assail them, she focuses on that single sound. Though soft in tone, there was an urgency to it...a demand, a hunger! 'i...is that her belly?' she finds herself wondering.<br/><br/>No sooner has the thought crossed her mind, would Alura feel Yumina's tongue dip beneath her chin, lifting her head while the walls of her cheeks clamp down around her face. A suction created which pulls her forward, face rushing into the open arch of the catgirl's throat. Being squeezed into that tight, muscled embrace as the slippery walls stretch out all around her head, which is forced to slide downward, following the course the curve in the back of Yumina's mouth had laid out for her. "Mmmmppphhh!!" a muffled cry of shock, and confusion escapes her lips. Her whole body tensing as the walls of Yumina's throat do exactly as Alura had seen them do dozens of times before. They squeezing in around her, starting from the very top, as the 'lip' of her gullet clenches against Alura's chin, trapping it in its embrace, it then ripples downwards. A wave of wet muscular motion, pulling and pushing her head further along that fleshy canal. <br/><br/>Her vision filled with nothing but pink, slippery flesh, Alura is only able to call out when the peristalsis motion passes her by, the muscled tube squeezing against her, rolling right past, only to open just enough as another wave begins anew behind her beautiful head. "Yumina!" she calls out, as her ears are tormented by the wet slurping sounds of the feline swallowing all around her. "I I think i slid too far! yo..y...your swallowing me!" she exclaims, trying to rationalize it as a mistake, refusing to believe the catgirl who'd shared so much with her was now actively trying to make a meal out of her. Between the surprise and panic, Alura's body would flush a much different sensation. For the rumbling moan of Yumina that echoed all around was quite pleasing to her ears, just as every pleasured sound Yumina happened to make. Calling back to her sense of accomplishment, her goal of making the woman happy. More than this however, Alura finds herself actually finding the embrace of her throat enjoyable. The tight, restrictive walls of muscle, so soft, so warm, as they form to and squeeze against each and every inch of her head at once. Embracing her in what felt like a tight wet hug, she finds herself sighing softly in contradiction to the panicked protest she'd had mere moments before.<br/><br/>As much as she wanted to believe it was a simple mistake, that Yumina had merely gotten overzealous in their tender moment of 'cleaning' The fact that those tight throat muscles do not seem intent on stopping anytime soon was more than a little disconcerting. What's more though, is when she feels Yumina's tongue, lapping out against her throat, covering her neck and shoulders in a thick layer of dribbling saliva, Saliva which oozes down around her body, running in hot rivulets onto her luscious breasts. Breasts which are so tightly packed within their leafy wrapping. Alura reaches out with her arms, bending them, to push weakly against the body of her predator, just as she feels her delicate wings bend and taken into the heat of Yumina's mouth.  The sensation of her wings being forced to bend in on her body, to curl around her form as shoulders are worked into the restrictive confines of the feline's mouth make her eep and squirm cutely, as it both hurt and tickled, her wings being quite sensitive it seemed. <br/><br/>More distracting though is the stream of saliva which dribbles down between her breasts, coming to rest at the point where one breast meats the other, sharing the preview of the intense heat of Yumina's body with both orbs in turn. "Yumina...please...stop!" she argues weakly as both the feeling of her wings, mashing against the roof of Yumina's mouth, and the insisant pull of her throat on her head, clamping down with impossible strength, dragging her deeper into the catgirl's body, assailed her mind. The manner in which Yumina is able to easily manipulate her, pushing and scooting her body out, swallowing her down little at a time with what seemed like no greater effort than Alura may have used to eat a berry. Alura begins to realize very quickly where her place in comparison to the feline was on the food chain, a chill running down her spine at the realization of just how little she can do to fend off the powerful female. For her hands, though gripping and pushing against her with all her might, prove to do little in the grand scheme of resisting her ingestion.<br/><br/>Fingers gripping Yumina's sides firmly, Alura tries to muster the strength to push back, to pull herself back along the length of throat her head has already traveled, to see herself free before it became too late. But no sooner does she get a good hold on that soft, furry body. Would Yumina's tongue dart out against the leafy fronds that form the coverings of her tightly bunched breasts. "Y-y-Yumina!" she gasps in shocked embarrassed as the raspy nature of that feline tongue begins to tug and pull at the plant fibers holding her breasts in place. The plant itself having a fresh enjoyable taste of forest herbs, one that would absolutely pop into the tastebuds of Yumina the moment it mixes with the taste of her breasts. Alura's meaty orbs bouncing free from their restraints as the tongue forces apart the layers of leaves, Alura's grip faltering, as her fingers simply dig in uselessly against the fur. Grasping her as a lover would in the heat of the moment. Her breasts, soft, delicious in every sense of the word as that tongue pushes and laps against them. Alura's nipples hard as rocks as each touch of that tongue sends a shiver of delight coursing through her entire body. <br/><br/>Instead of resisting, she's forced to quiver and moan to the feeling of her ample breasts being squeezed together, being lathered in saliva, only to be drawn past the brink of the catgirl's soft, kissable lips. "Oh gods...." she sighs seductively. Loving the sensation of her orbs being squeezed into the tight space of her mouth. The malleable meaty mounds, spreading across her tongue, pushing their edges against the smooth lining of her cheeks. The fact that her tongue begins batting them around, licking this way and that, causing the flesh to bounce and jiggle against her tongue doesn't make her ability to resist any easier. Alura's body squirming pathetically on her tongue, more trying to grind those nipples into it's surface, than she is actively trying to free herself at this point. So high had her arousal risen in the moments prior that she wants nothing more than to feel that tongue lapping against her most delicate of areas, the very same thing she'd envisioned in a much less consuming manner while she'd laid on the ground moments ago.<br/><br/>*Schhhlooorp* Alura's ears are assaulted by the suction of Yumina's throat as she swallows hard once more. Pulling her deeper into the feline's body, each inch she passes within that fleshy coridor seems to increase the temperature around her exponentially. The sound of Yumina's heart beat thundering louder and stronger with every subsequent ripple of muscle, each of them taking her further and deeper in turn. Her breasts are forced to glide over the entire length of that tongue, it feeling amazing as her nipples catch and grind into it in passing. Only to have their entirety encompassed moments later by the smooth walls of her throat. The passage so very tight as it adheres around the swell of her breasts, squeezing in on them as it pulls her down. The roll of muscle feeling exceptionally well against her hard little nipples, which would likely be visible poking out against the furred flesh of Yumina's neck!<br/><br/>Again Alura is shown just how useless it is to resist, how futile it would be to argue the fact that she was meant as anything but food for this powerful body. For those strong, feminine hands of Yumina scoop in beneath her rear, grasping them and hoisting her into the air with little effort. Alura squirms to the sensation of her ass being squeezed. Blushing deeply within the sweltering depths of Yumina's throat, as Already the bulge of her head has sunk passed her colar bone, momentarily hidden from the outside world. Hoisted into the air Alura wriggles her rear against the palms of Yumina' hands, much like she had when the cat girl had carried her bodily into the other room. This time however, the sensation is much to short, as soon she feels her rump being squeezed by a much, warmer, wetter medium. Forced into the feline's mouth, her delectable cheeks would press together as they rub up against the ridges lining the roof of her mouth. As if this wasn't enough, Alura feels the feline's tongue dart between her legs. Wriggling it's way beneath her skirt, to assault the delectable petals of her womanly flower. "AA--AAAHH!!" she cries out in a sudden heated moan. The feeling of that tongue was almost worth every moment of being devoured that'd led up to it. and Alura finds herself whimpering lustfully as it laps between her outer lips. Each pass would grant Yumina a deeper taste of the sweet, honeyed flavor of her fluids, they seeping out readily as the fairy's arousal was at an all time high. The special attention she pays to her clit, has her entire body tensing. Fists bunching right before the catgirl's open lips, as her back arches and her breasts mash and grind within the constrictive tunnel of her throat. "Please......keeep....licking." she pants out in a flustered plea. <br/><br/>So conflicted was the fairy, she knew this was bad, knew she didn't want to be eaten, that she wasn't food! But why, why did it have to feel so good? Why was resisting so far from her mind when faced with such pleasures, faced with such sensations. Much like the pleasured jolts that came before, the tending to her flower, lasts far too little. As soon the swell of her rump, and the curve of her hips are being pulled down into the embrace of Yumina's esophagus. <br/><br/>With the distractions of pleasure, mostly gone...at least in the direct sense, where Yumina's skilled tongue could come into effect. Alura would realize just how far she'd been taken. For the heat was neigh unbearable, as persistent pushes of the woman's throat has her face bumping into a tightly sealed ring. Alura's breath catching in her chest as she realizes what this must mean, realizes where she must be. She shivers as the goading of the throat force her nose to press in against it's center, pushing into the pool of saliva that'd gathered at the bottom, the very saliva which made her decent all the more smooth. Slowly that pool begins to drain, as the muscled ring relaxes, the mouth of her stomach yawning open ever so slowly for the arrival of her meal. The tight ring stretching around her nose, only to slide up and onto her cheeks and face. Each push from behind would cause her to inch a little further into it's embrace. So tight was it against her skull that she imagines her head will burst before she's able to be squeezed through completely.... but much to her relief, and mutual disappointment, that little ring gives just enough to accept her each and every time. <br/><br/>Her eyes forced to close as they pass the entrance to her tum, Allowing Alura a brief moment to hear the heavy beat of Yumina's heart as she's being tucked away into the woman's core. Her nose breaking through first would get a glimpse of the world awaiting her, hot sour air assails her senses, strong and acidic, though not unbearable by any means. Alura's head soon popping in completely, seeing the tightly bunched flesh laid out before her, shifting and shimmering as it pulses and throbs with life. The slime coated walls of that muscled sack are soon felt against her face. The substance here much stickier than what she'd experienced this far, as it clings and covers her face. Where the entry ring was tight, Alura realizes the woman's stomach was just as tight, if not even tighter! For her entire head seems to fill the void completely, pushing in to the point where she can feel slippery, surprisingly soft, and silky walls all around her. Leaving no inch of her head untouched, the walls even seeming to press and conform to her shape, giving her a light squeeze as if hugging it's meal to be, welcoming Alura to her future home. <br/><br/>Though at first it seems as though the walls would not relent, a glimmer of hope that Yumina simply couldn't fit her entirely into her belly.... that thought is quickly dashed as the stomach walls stretch out just enough with every downwards press of her body. She groans out as her shoulders are worked through, her wings feeling as if they are going to be sheared off by the tight muscled ring. Her face all the while begins to press out, creating a little bulge in the feline's belly as she gradually fills her tum. Alura's heart pounds in her chest, feeling her legs guided down into Yumina's mouth, the last bits of her body left on the outside world kicking weakly at the open air. It was terrifying to realize she had all but been completely swallowed. Yet as her breasts are squeezed in past that wet sphincter, splorching noisily onto the other side. She finds herself moaning out once more, loving the sensation of those hot stomach walls as they eagerly grip and encompass her breasts. The fleshy folds in the walls squeezing around each of her hardened nipples, feeling like tiny mouths suckling and slurping against the surface of those tender buds. <br/><br/>The rest of her decent is painfully slow in the fairy's mind. Her body unable to budge in the tight embrace of her throat, in the slowly expanding sack of her tummy, is only able to squirm enough to make the sensations assailing her all the more enjoyable, but not nearly enough to hope to gain any headway in escaping her inevitable destination. "Yumina...why....why does your tummy have to feel so good!" she whimpers out, the confusion evident in her voice as the cute little fairy nuzzles and pushes her head hard against the stomach lining. Trying to gain more space, to gain a footing to push off against, as each motion to do so only causes her breasts to rub those very same walls, which causes little moans to escape those rapidly panting lips. Her hands are bunched in defiant fists the entire length of the trip, being about the only portion of her, save for her daintily kicking legs that offers up any sign of resistance. 'This can't be happening....' she keeps telling herself, as her stomach is squeezed past the threshold. The tight little ring, causing her clit ample stimulation which would make her entire body jerk as she enters, it going on to squeeze every so enjoyably around the cheeks of her rear.<br/><br/>Feeling her feet pulled into the heat of Yumina's mouth, Alura whimpers once more. "Yumina....please don't." she argues, despite it's futility. Her feet aided by gravity soon feel the downward squeeze of the feline's throat, and the frightening warmth of Yumina's lips sealing, in a satisfied smile behind them.... effectively locking her in, removing the fairy from the outside world and claiming her as her food. Now that she was completely in all that was left was to find room in that tight little tum. The throat pushing diligently would pack her body inch, by succulent inch into the spongy digestive chamber below. The walls stretching just enough to accommodate their meal, and just as it seems they could not possible give a single inch more, they relent to allow more of her body to curl in tightly within it's embrace. Alura groans as she's forced to squeeze in against herself, knees pushed up against her chest, as her rump would take it's natural place curving out the pit of Yumina's stomach. Her cute little head taking it's place at the top as she watches, her legs slowly fed in through the muscled ring mere inches away. 'I can't let my feet slip through that ring....if I do...I may never get back out' she tells herself. Though she's far too confined by the walls around her to do anything to stop it. A slippery slimy sound is all she can hear as her ankles glide in through the mouth of her tummy, only leaving her feet and the very tips of her toes remaining in the embrace of Yumina's throat. <br/><br/>It is then that she hears the feline's voice for the first time since she'd entered her mouth, it booming all around her...the voice of her new world speaking soft and satisfied to her. She has mixed feelings about what is said...for the word 'belong'....and the phrase 'good girl', resonated deeply with her submissive desire to please Yumina, yet the mention of digestion would cause her to instinctively cringe."You can't...really mean to digest me can you? Surely you just want..to feel me filling your belly?" she asks so very softly, almost as if she didn't believe it could be true herself. But she had to ask, as to assume otherwise would be to accept her fate as food for this sexy cat girl. Sexy...Alura was so very ashamed of herself, for she knew she wasn't food, knew she had to escape, yet her mind kept sending her body mixed signals. The feeling of that hand stroking in on the tightly stretched flesh around her, feeling the shape of Yumina's muscled abs held tightly to the shape of her body, why it invoked feelings in her heart that she hadn't felt for such a long time. Feelings she'd tried so very hard to conceal....feelings she hoped would not continue to inhibit her survival. Despite the wetness that continues to grow between her legs at the mention of her long day of digestion. <br/><br/>Little by little her feet are fed through and into her stomach, her weight coming to rest completely within the feline's tum. Wings folded around the sides of her body, as she feels the stomach walls hugging in against her once more. Warm, soft, and surprisingly loving...as no doubt her belly was quite happy to be filled with such an exotic meal. "Your belly seems happy." she admits, as this little fact did cause her to smile at least a little. She was making Yumina happy after all....isn't that what she'd set out to do? Her stomach while tight, was not completely uncomfortable, and the more she wiggled her rear, squirmed herself into the depths of that tight little tummy, the more it seemed to form to her shape, and create the perfect little chamber from which to relax in...almost as if she belonged there all along. <br/><br/>Sliding a hand forward along the wrinkled walls, feeling the myriad of tiny fleshy folds, she tests it's strength, pushing out in dainty little hand prints, that can be seen on the outside, testing her chances of escape, while at the same time she'd find the sensation of the fleshy walls that squish and squeeze between her digits to be rather enjoyable. The throbbing pulse of the woman's body beneath her rear was hard to ignore as well, as those walls begin to squeeze and shift, scrubbing up against her nethers, working their way in between her pert little rump cheeks. The thought that she was eaten creeping into her mind, threatening to take hold and settle, for her to become the good girl Yumina wanted, the thought rather attractive to have submitted completely to the dominant catgirl, to have satisfied her in every way imaginable... yet she wasn't food...she wasn't going to share the same fate as the rest of her tribe, she'd not come this far, escaped so much...just to be digested after all....and....anastasia depended on her. Thoughts that strongly counter those of simply relaxing and accepting her place in the food chain, rush into her mind, granting the little fae a burst of strength the likes of which where not characteristic for her body type. She squirming hard, rolling and grinding against every inch of that tight little tummy. Her toes pulling in through the entrance, one after another, only to be replaced by fingers no sooner had they popped into the tum. Alura's whole body curling in on itself, using the downward momentum from the final push of Yumina's throat, to propel her hands back in through whence they came.<br/><br/>Her heart pounds in her chest as she realizes what she was doing, what she was on the cusp of achieving. Such a tight and strong little tummy...why she imagines few if any had ever escaped it's grasp..and yet here she was, weak little fae girl making her way back into the lower portions of the kittie's throat. Her whole body begins to squirm, almost as if she where a mermaid swimming in the sea, her body bucks and wiggles until her arms are working their way back up the length of her throat. For Yumina's part the sensation would not be unpleasant, for her stomach would be receiving a stimulating rub the likes of which she'd likely never imagined. Every inch of the fae, struggling, squirming, and rubbing against those tight silky walls. Alura biting her lip as she tries to ignore the pleasure being pounded into her breasts as they batter and mash against the walls of that tum, jiggling between her thighs as she pushes her head against the opening from which she'd so recently came. Her cute rear bulging out the bottom of her belly would grind along it's edge as it slips and slides along with her escape efforts, pushing into the feeling of strong muscled abs that where so beautifully hidden upon the woman's trim tum. She hoping to use the stomachs strength to her advantage should it try to squeeze in and stop her, to claim and grab hold of it's new meal.</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>[[ Alura trying to wiggle her way back up....<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/259054">squirm</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+0</span><span style="font-weight: bold">20</span>:O seems those toe nibbles where more effective than we thought!<br/><br/>I'm fine with treating this action as I've described in the post, semi/ possibly escaping. Don't really like the whole stomach ping pong, so won't describe her coming all the way back up unless Yumina fails her follow up vore attempt. If she succeeds, well it'll be a short little push onto her rump to sit and begin to simmer like the good little girl Yumina wants her to be :3   ]]