Arcea smiled delightedly at Trinara's observation that the cooness' name had pretty well been reduced to something a little more fitting 'Arcea's gut...' She echoed, again reaching down to lightly grope the cooness' chest through the tightly stretched walls of her tummy, following it up with a little pat that earned a soft, contented<span style="font-style: italic">'grrrrggggle'</span>from the steadily working depths of the catgirl's belly. Julie-Ann's subsequent muffled cry of despair and the light twitch earns another soft groan from Arcea's lips, her eyes fluttering at the wonderful sensation. She might not openly admit it, but there was something so...pleasant about feeling her food slowly weakening inside of her, feeling them respond to each little taunt as her tummy slowly but surely broke them down. It was just...well, far throws beyond the enjoyment one could obtain from more standard, cooked fare, however delicious it might be.<br/><br/>"Mm...you know..." Again, Arcea gives the cooness a little squeeze through the tightly stretched walls of her tummy, just to elict another little muffled groan from the slowly digesting bandit "...Might have to rename her again. Maybe 'Arcea's Bust'. Might even be more fitting. Of course...could always just name her 'fertilizer', since that's all she'll really be..." Totally unconcerned with how much the cooness could overhear (and, perhaps even somewhat hoping she could hear most of the more 'juicy' taunts), and just how unpleasant it might for her inside the tight, hot, wet depths of her belly, Arcea turns her attention a little more fully towards the conversation at hand - at least, until Celrie interjects with just how interesting of a show it might be to see the eventual 'release' of the coon girl, once she'd been completely digested and reached the end of her journey through the feline's body. The surprise suddenly etched on her face is almost comical, and her ears immediately flicker down against the top of her head, hiding the sudden, glowing redness that was evident upon the more fleshy insides. A blush? Something that was decidedly hard to draw out of Arcea, and yet Celrie had done it with just a few words...and, of course, the mental picture of the little 'show'.<br/><br/>"I-i, uh..." The catgirl stammers, her tail curling around her ankle to stop it from jerking about in embarrassment, and maybe just a hint of excitement "W-wuh, um...I mean...I'd uh...oh. I mean...s-she's...alot of coon girl, and um...once she's all digested..." Licking her lips, Arcea tries to formulate some manner of response, only to finally stumble into full silence, her belly once more stepping up to fill in her own silence with a contented 'Grrrgle', followed by another muffled whimper. It seemed as though Julie-Ann's digestion was finally kicking in full blast, and whilst it would be well into the next day before she was ready to...'walk the poop deck', as Celrie had so elegantly put it, it didn't seem as though her experience with her own digestion was quite over just yet.<br/><br/>Shifting her attention from Celrie to Trinara, Arcea briefly reverts to the shared tribal language, the exotic edge to her voice growing more pronounced<span style="font-style: italic">"Celrie casada maldro das cantu, krool dam tes vasko marka triba." </span>Another slight little movement from within her belly, and Arcea places a hand over her mouth, stifling another soft, contented 'Uuuurrrp' that expels another little bit of entrapped air, squeezing the already tightly-stretched walls of her belly even more forcefully up against the balled-up cooness, clinging to her body so closely the vague shape of her muzzle and the swell of her breasts could be made out, along with her knees balled up beneath them "Mm. S'cuse me. Julie-Ann is just getting settled in good, right? Hehe...." With another contented pat to her prey-filled stomach, Arcea shifts the attention away from her embarrassment (and the question)<br/><br/>((Tribal Text - "Celrie teases me every bit as much as you do, might as well be in the same tribe."))<br/><br/><br/>((Within Arcea's tummy, contains light digestion!))<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;">All around Julie-Ann, the immensely tight, hot flesh of the catgirl's stomach ripples and squeezes, gentle undulations that rock her within the sweltering confines of her fleshy prison. Really, had it not been for the uncomfortable heat at the core of the catgirl's body, and of course just how tightly the surprisingly strong stomach muscles that occasionally squeezed her were, it might have been pleasant, almost. Slick. Slimy. But pleasant.<br/><br/>Assuming, of course, digestive acids had not been trickling over her entire body for the past half-hour, coating every inch of her fur in sticky, caustic liquid that even now started to cause her upper body to tingle and itch unpleasantly. Her lower body - her belly, butt, and feet that been been actually submerged in the ever-growing pool of digestive enzymes - had long since passed the point of just 'itching', and had progressed well into a burn that was both impossible to escape from, and unlikely to get any better the longer she stayed inside the catgirl's eagerly gurgling stomach.<br/><br/>All around her, the soft sounds of her own digestion constantly assault her ears, the faint fleshy sounds of the slick, slimy stomach walls squeezing and squishing against her soaked fur, working more of those potent digestive acids beneath to get at the far more tender flesh beneath. Mingled with that was the gurgles and groans of the catgirl's stomach shifting against her, growling excitedly at having so much meat to digest, and much like the feline who'd eaten her, entirely unconcerned that she was still very much alive to experience her own digestion.<br/><br/>The hot, fleshy walls around her felt much like a velvet vice, clinging to every inch of her body like a glove that was just one size too small. She could move still, and even pressing out against the catgirl's stomach walls was no impossible, but it was always with more than a little effort, and as soon as she stopped pushing, the strong walls squished her right back into place, keeping her balled up in a nice, easily digestible little treat that Arcea's tummy could more easily process. It didn't help that she her predator squeezed her own belly, giving a nice little pinch to her breasts though the fleshy walls of her belly, each squeeze under the tingle of digestive acids leaving them more and more sensitive as time passed.<br/><br/>Above her, she heard the elated beating of the feline's heart, mingling with the gentle sigh and groans of pleasure that every so often escaped her throat. Pleasure and delight at her own digestion, a clear sign that  if she didn't get out under her own power, or an outside force saved her, the predatory, tribal catgirl had all intentions of enjoying her digestion to it's completion, leaving her eventual fate as just whatever remained after her body had taken all it's wanted, and squeezed the rest out of the tribal kitty's shapely, alluring rump.</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>Entirely unconcerned with the unpleasantness experienced by the cooness digesting away in her belly, Arcea swirls a hand around her stomach, petting it as it continued to digest her dinner "And of course I'd give you a show...and of COURSE I'm the nicest in my family! I'm me!" Grinning toothily, Arcea again throws an arm around Celrie, thankful (yet, still curious about if she'd been joking or not..), that the conversation have moved on from...well, THAT particular show "As for Celrie, like she said...we met some time ago, in the Du'Bucovina lands. The underfamily. She was an entertainer. I...well, found myself very entertained. We've been traveling together since."  Again, Arcea briefly switches to her own language, her voice dropping into a coquettish, musical tone that, even without knowing the language, was easy to interpret<span style="font-style: italic">" Du kai nemo nya, dasko 'Stuuna' Elves maska shedo mali quan murdira loto das mae kuun tumaie. Nask ka da mora meks me!"  </span><br/><br/>((Tribal text - I have a feeling those 'Stacked' elves would last just long enough in your presence for your tummy to have it's way. Of course I'd hope you'd save some for me!))<br/><br/>Giggling softly, Arcea nods her head, all smiles "And sure. You oughta join us up in Catspaw for a bit, assuming your employer doesn't mind. Maybe we can find that hotspring you're wanting and...'test it out' before committing a bathhouse to it! As for other plans...well, I don't know! Gotta see what kinda state the place is in. Ooo, I have sooo many stories to tell! And this time, not ones you dragged me into!"<br/><br/>When Yvonne make her introduction, Arcea's attention - after one, final adoring squeeze to Trinara's shoulder, as sisterly as could be without sharing blood - shifts to the batgirl, her expression brightening at the lack of true formality. Clearly, it was instantly a 'boost' in the tribal kitty's eyes, and her tail starts to slowly sway back and forth behind her, rather clearly showing off her relaxed attitude "Ah. Yvonne, then! Nice to meet you. Bad things in catspaw, hrm? " She listens intently during the discussion about 'mystical triads' and other things that made no sense to her, and as much as she tried to follow along, she was rather quickly lost in how the more mystical side of things work. Really, she felt a little dumb about it. She was a warrior. Mystical things were...well, far beyond her knowledge, and even further beyond her abilities as far as she knew. It's not until Celrie and Yvonne draw her back into the conversation with something a little easier to understand that she finally snaps back out of her thoughts with a start, standing up tall "W-wha? Oh, experience with the estoteric? Well...'<br/><br/>Tapping a finger against her chin, Arcea just shrugs "We, uh...have a shaman amongst the Cal'Drua. Actually, a few of them now - generations ago, the Cal'Drua went to the shaman for spiritual guidance. Now, the tribe has become large enough and expanded enough that there is a um...a...." Arcea trails off, her face scrunching up cutely as she tries to recall the word for 'tribunal' or 'coven'. However, the word seems to escape her, eliciting a frustrated little 'mmph' from her before she continues "Um...is the word for...many shamans who rule all things spiritual. My words in your tongue are still not perfect, yet. That is as far as my experience goes. That and my family armor and weapons. Supposedly, the spirits of my ancestors live within, protecting any Marlust who wears it. Oh! And this..." She points to her distended stomach, specifically towards a large, complicated-looking tattoo upon the left side of her belly "...Is only for the greatest warriors. Made by the shamans, it traps the power of those whom fall prey to us, giving us longevity and greater strength. This is as much as I know about...the mystic."<br/><br/>The batgirl's subsequent question actually draws a little smirk from Arcea, followed by a light-hearted little laugh "...I...have not eaten one who uses the mystic, as far as I know. There was one who claimed to tell fortunes and have magical powers....but, clearly, she was false. Else, she'd not have gotten eaten, would she?" The smile on Arcea's face was just a little too bright to be serious, and odds are her words were in jest....<br/><br/>...Yet, she was a Cal'Drua...it wasn't too far fetched to imagine...<br/><br/>Yvonne's pose is met with a coy smirk from the catgirl, who briefly glances down at the white fur protruding from the batgirl's top. Hrm...she really was an odd one, wasn't she? It wasn't too often one was so...forward about such things. Yet, she WAS standing right in front of her with a decidedly full, gurgling belly...good a reason as any to be curious "And...your fantasies are perfectly fine. Turns out, I rather like..." Giving her stomach a little slap, she winks at the bat "...Well, more vigorous fare like this. Might say I'm every bit as 'hooked' on it as Trinara. M'sure if any offered themselves...I'd be hard pressed to refuse."<br/><br/>Again throwing her arm around Celrie's shoulder, Arcea brings her back in close, squeezing her a little more purposefully up against her full belly "And you'll certainly have to fill be in on the...unique pleasures associated with it, mm?"