<blockquote><div><cite>Seemingly tasty squirrel wrote:</cite>"I imagine you could see just about- everything, as tight stretched as she was." </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Arcea exhales a soft, contented sigh as Yasha's fingertips work a little more diligently at the slowly-digesting cooness trapped and helpless inside of her stomach. A small, muffled groan and a little outwards push of her hands, briefly straining the feline's midsection, is all Yasha manages to get from Julie-ann. It seems like, after a few hours of digestion, Arcea's stomach was taking it's toll, and it was not too far-fetched to imagine that in another half-day, there's not be too much left of her beyond a little more 'fluff' on the small, feisty Cal'Drua warrioress. A soft, satisfied little 'grrrgggle' emits from Arcea's belly, elicting another muffled whimper from the slowly-digesting cooness entrapped within, the gentle massage and stimulation of Yasha's fingertips clearly urging the catgirl's belly to work on it's food a little more eagerly "Mmm...anyone ever tell you...y'ain't bad at bellyrubs?" Arcea murmurs with a coy little smile, her eyes easing shut to contented half-slits "Could see enough of you, too. Oh, her belly was stretched tight around you, could imagine you'd be hard-pressed to back out of it. Could see your head, bulged out right above her thighs...could see your legs kinda piled in atop you. Woulda been a fun show...had you not been an ally, of course. Was gonna come drag you out, but...well, you managed to slip out on your own."<br/><br/>To further Yasha's own show (and perhaps give her a little more of a physical reminder of just what she looked like in the tightly-stretched belly of the marten girl), Arcea stretches her arms up high above her head, arching her back in a yawn that seemed every bit as much a 'show' as it was to stretch. To say it was mesmerizing to watch the feline's stomach stretch so tightly around Julie-Ann it might as well have been a second skin was an understatement, but it was difficult NOT to admire the bulge she made. She looked...softer, that was for certain, her outlines a little less defined, and as Arcea's belly struggled to contain the overlarge meal, she clearly 'shrank' a little, the Cal'Drua's belly forcing her into a tighter little ball, with her knees hugging her breasts and her chin nestled between. This, again, manages to get a muffled groan out of the doomed cooness, a little movement that hardly even manages to shift Arcea's stomach, much less do any good, and a muffled 'Mmm-ghphm...mmmf..mph...mf!' that was too distorted to actually make out what she was saying. Not that Arcea seemed particularly interested in what she was saying anyway, having long ago signed her off as someone that'd be digested, whatever they had to say on the matter.<br/><br/>"Ahhhhhhh...." Arcea sighs in predatory bliss, her stretch finishing up with a little 'Mmf!' of delight. Resting her hands upon her coon-stuffed belly, the Cal'Drua gives a sleepy little smile "...Well, I'd say that's enough excitement for one day. Going to go settle in for the rest of the trip, wouldn't mind reaching Cat's Paw refreshed and..." Giving her belly a slap, Arcea utters a soft little giggle, all-too-cute for someone who was perfectly content with digesting the weakened cooness alive "...hopefully about a hundred pounds lighter, give or take. Dinner is softening up, so a good night's rest should finish her off mostly, if not completely. Mm...been a while since I've been so full..." Spinning on her heels (which causes her belly to jostle somewhat noisily, sloshing slightly and bringing a new round of muffled whimpers from her food), Arcea flicks a hand over her shoulder "Good night, squirrel. See you tomorrow, hrm? C'mon, Celrie...let's get a lil' shuteye."<br/><br/>The taller elf all but forgotten, Arcea turns and struts slowly back to the train. Trinara follows, though she breaks off half-way through to go and meet up with the other Cal'Drua, eager to pow-wow with the friends she'd be separated from for some months.<br/><br/>Once back on the train, it takes all of less than a minute for Arcea to strip down out of her armor and clothing and - stepping into Celrie's little private cabin - quickly flopping on her bed, stretching out comfortably "Oooohhh, been so long since I've seen so nice and full...Mmmm, such a wonderful feeling. I'd say that battle went as well as could be expected, mmm?" More than happy to have the elf snuggle in alongside her, Arcea squirms her way up further on the bed, getting comfortable as Celrie joins her "An' yeah...quite an adventure. Hopefully tomorrow is a little more lax - wouldn't mind a break. Really got my heart pumping." A contented sigh escapes Arcea's throat as Celrie nestles in against her belly, tracing her fingertips across it as it gurgled and groaned around her delicious coon dinner "...Little shuteye...will do us both good...mm...?"<br/><br/>It takes all of a half-minute for Arcea to doze off, sleeping peacefully as her stomach continued to gurgle and churn around Julie-Ann's helpless body...<br/><br/>********************************************************************<br/><br/>To say Arcea's dreams were pleasant would be a vast understatement. It wasn't the first time she'd had dreams that could have been considered lewd, it but was the first time they were so very...vivid. Vivid enough that she very well felt like they were real. Herself and Celrie ambushing a little trading caravan, and whilst it was uncharacteristic of the elf, eating two of the three traders whom happened to be on board. The final was forced to give each a tummy rub, until Trinara showed up, and pretty soon she had a full stomach as well.<br/><br/>From there, it led to...touches. Licks. More rubs, tongues and...--<br/><br/>**********************************************************************<br/><br/>"Nhhgg...mmff...?" Arcea's eyes blinked open, blearily gazing at the rays of sunlight that peeked in through the blinds on the window, hinting at what time of the day it was. 'Early morning' had long since passed, and it was more than likely noon or close to it.  Mmmf...by the gods themselves, her whole body was pleasantly tingly. Partly, perhaps, because of the rather pleasant dreams that'd pervaded her mind throughout the remainder of the trip to Cat's Paw. Partly...<br/><br/>...Oh!<br/><br/>Opening her mouth in a cute, curled-tongue yawn, Arcea sleepily gazes down at her tummy as Celrie also stirs from her slumber. Where once there had been a vaguely coon-shaped bulge in her midsection, there was little more than a small lump, only JUST big enough to be called 'pudge', whatever small amount of the unfortunate cooness that remained undigested. Mmm...THAT is why she felt so good. There was little like a filling meal of that calibur to give one a pleasant sensation upon awakening. It was simply something that normal food never could compare with - oh, a cooked shank of goat might be tasty and filling, but only more lively food seemed to fill that 'void', left that pleasant tingle, a pleasure that lasted well into the following days...<br/><br/>"Mff...I'm up, I'm up..." Arcea murmurs as Celrie stirs to life and hops up. The Cal'Drua was far slower to rise, sort of languidly sliding out of bed like just like any lazy, well-fed catgirl would "Yea-YAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWNNNNN!" Stretching her arms high over her head, Arcea doesn't even attempt to fight back the yawn that suddenly wracks her body, her tail stretching out straight behind her and her mouth opening wide, showing off her sharp, glistening little teeth "--AAAAWWWNN...Ahhhh...yeah, we'll go check it out. Um...I'm going to...take care of something first, and then I'll meet you outside. Give me fifteen minutes, hrm?"<br/><br/>Patting the little bulge in her lower belly softly, Arcea gives Celrie a knowing glance, then slips off towards the train's built-in lavatory...<br/><br/><br/><br/>**************************************************************************<br/><br/>"Ahhhh..." That...was refreshing. It'd only taken the matter of a day for Julie-Ann to reach the end of her digestive tract, a fond memory that vanished with a' Floooosh' down the little porcelain toilet that comprised the train's lavatory. Honestly, Arcea...had to admit, she loved toilets. They were more convenient than settling in somewhere in the woods to 'do one's business', and it was always more comfortable to be warm and cozy than freezing when nature called. Plus, that made disposal of tasty dinners like Julie-Ann a simplicity, and every bit as pleasant as eating her had been.<br/><br/>Spending a little time straightening her hair and tying it up, Arcea used a little water to freshen herself up, taking a small bath and then headed back to the room she'd shared with Arcea to put on her clothing and armor. Her breastplate fit a little more snugly than she'd remembered, and her tummy was just slightly soft now - attributed more to there still being a tiny bit of digesting coon left over, rather than any additional 'softness'...hopefully - but her stomach had done wonders in putting Julie-Ann's nutrients to use. No surprise, given it'd been a few weeks since she'd last had something so filling, and post-battle...well, her body was STARVING for something of substance. Substance she found in the busty coon-girl.<br/><br/>With her weapon reaffixed, her armet on, and her armor and clothing cinched in appropriately, Arcea makes her way towards the exit, stopping only briefly to pound on Yasha's door with a balled-up fist "YASHAAAAAA. WE'RE HEEEEEERE! COME ON! LET'S SEE THE SIGHTS!" And just like that, she steps off the train, admiring their new home.<br/><br/>It showed more than a little Cal'Drua design, and as such, Arcea felt instantly at home. Cal'Drua camps tended to follow a single methodology - that is to say, most of them were arranged almost exactly the same. The same tended to go for villages, where supply buildings, longhouses and the such were all laid out in roughly the same position throughout the catpeople's territory "Mm. Well, looks like Cal'Drua have been here for a while. Surprising, I'd not heard alot about it yet. It's good though - means things are laid out intelligently. Cal'Drua warriors move around alot during times of war..." Arcea explains, settling in at Celrie's side "...So villages are arranged much the same, with the idea that any warrior who shows up knows exactly where to go to get resupplied, rearmed, fed, and to get some rest or medical care, even if they've never been to that village or camp before in their life. It's made for efficiency, and it allows alot more organization amongst warriors. One of the reasons we've given the Empire a run for it's money - it's easy to scatter a disorganized rabble. Cal'Drua, though, are anything but." There's no small hint of pride in her voice, and she puffs up visibly at her own words, tail swaying happily behind her "If we had better weapons..." She trails off, leaving that train of thought unspoken, but there's a very slight tightening of her hand upon the hilt of her sword.<br/><br/>It's brief, though, and soon enough Arcea is smiling brightly again, peering happily at her people as they disembarked the train in various stages of drunkenness and half-dress "We'll fit in well enough here. Or, at the very least, we know where to start settling in. "