In The Belly Of The Jungle: Part 3 (Patreon)

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Once again, you’re standing outside of the lioness’s house, and like before, you’re shaking.  But you’re not /as/ nervous this time, thank fuck.  For one, you know her name--or at least, the word she’s chosen to give you as her name--and that makes things a little less scary.  And for another, you literally stared death in the face last time and didn’t give a shit, so you’re not sure what could really phase you anymore.  You’re almost enthusiastic--bring it on, bitch!--but deep down, you truly do fear being truly digested.  Which this lioness will do if you don’t keep feeding yourself to her. . .

The door is suddenly thrown open, and Equinox pokes her head outside, smirking when she sees you.  “There you are, meat,” she said, visibly licking her lips.  “C’mon in.  I’ve been pretty hungry for you today. . .”

Gulping, you step inside, letting her shut and lock the door behind you.  Before you can get far, she places a hand around your shoulders and leads you forward, practically carrying you down to her bedroom!  When you’re there, you see that there’s a long string of blue rope on the bed, and you start to sweat.  “W-What are you going to do with me?” you ask nervously.

“What does it look like?  I’m going to tie you up, sweetheart!”  The white lioness laughs, shutting and locking the bedroom door with a huge grin.  “Then I’m going to send you to my stomach, through my other end.”

The mention of her stomach almost triggers a panic attack--you were almost digested there last time, after all!  No way in hell do you want to go back there!  But this is what you signed up for, after all.  And wait--you’re going through her other end?  Does that mean she’s sending you in through her--?

“Get on the bed, meat,” Equinox orders.  She cocks her head at you, her smile too sweet.  “Unless you’re ready to be digested early?”

“N-No!” you squeak.  “No, please!  I’m going!”

“That’s more like it,” she says, laughing.  “Lie down stomach-up.  Then I’ll tie you nice and tight.”

You’re sweating at the idea of being tied up, but you obey anyway, knowing what your fate will be if you don’t.  You lie down on the bed, your head facing the pillows, and wait for her next instructions.

“Hands behind your back,” Equinox orders, and you do so.  “Good girl.  Now, let’s tie those wrists, shall we?”

You hear shuffling, and then a furry hand picks up your wrists, placing them closer together and holding them up.  Then, you feel the rope tracing over them, looping around your arm, brushing against your skin at first but quickly getting closer.  Fuck, is that going to leave a mark?  You have work tomorrow--wait a minute, that’s the least of your concerns right now!

The lioness finally finishes tying, and when she stops, your wrists are sealed tightly together, unable to break apart.  “Now your ankles.”  Jesus, she isn’t done?!  Your heart is pounding as you hear her approach your legs, and you realize you’re hyperventilating.

“Damn, you’re tense,” the lioness says.  Does she actually sound . . . worried?  “Why don’t we chat while I do this?  That might make things a bit easier.”

“Oh yeah?” you say, feeling her pick up your ankles now.  “Chat about what?”

“Well, what brought you to The Jungle in the first place?” Equinox asks, the rope beginning to trace against your skin.

“I . . . I lost a bet,” you admit, hating saying it, hating how small it makes you feel.  “I was full and I was drunk, and I made a bet with my friends, and whoever lost would be on the food line.”

“So you knew how The Jungle works, then,” the lioness notes, continuing her tying.  

“Yeah, I was a regular,” you say.  “I ate prey sometimes. . .”

At that, Equinox lets out a startled laugh.  “Really?  You, a predator too?”  You can hear the smirk in her voice.  “Bullshit.”

“Hey, I only ate /willing/ prey!” you snap.  “Unlike you, I don’t devour people who don’t /want/ to be eaten.”

“But you knew that The Jungle takes unwilling participants, and still went there for foor?”  She chuckles, and ties the final knot.  “Sounds like /quite/ the conflict of consciousness, meat.”

She did have a point.  You never liked how The Jungle worked, but it was the most reliable place for live food, after all.  And you always were told that the unwilling participants were people who earned their bad situation, who were criminals or other unfortunates who deserved to be eaten.  But you never thought you’d be one of them.  And here you are now. . .

“There we are, cutie,” Equinox says, walking in front of the bed so you can see her.  “All tied up with no place to go . . . well, except for my stomach.”  She laughs, and then grabs your shoulders, shoving you down so that your head isn’t on the pillow anymore.  Then she hoists herself onto the bed, so her ass is right in front of your face.  Fuck, you really are going in through her rear. . .!

The lioness doesn’t say a word to you.  She just reaches back and shoves you in, and suddenly your head pops inside of her asshole.

It’s a cramped, somewhat moist space, with a slight stink to it.  Equinox moans.  “Fuck, you make me feel so /full/!  I need more.”

There’s a sucking sensation, and then you’re shoved in deeper, going from her anus to a tight tunnel, lined with little hairs that tickle your face--this has to be her intestines, gross!  You let out a muffled scream--this whole thing has got you feeling /very/ claustrophobic--but you can’t really open your mouth that much, so the predator probably didn’t hear your cry of terror (not that she’d let you go anyway).  And thanks to your bound hands and legs, you can’t push yourself out, or even put up that much of a fight.  All you can do is wait for the inevitable.

She pulls more and more of you in, and you snake down more and more her innards, twisting and turning down this hellish, tickly cavern as you wait for an exit.  As you do down, Equinox’s moans increase--she is getting more pleasure out of this than you can really comprehend!  That’s when you realize your body is probably like a sex toy to her, filling up her rear completely, and you start to understand how much you’re being used.  Does she even see you as a living being right now?

It’s on the sixth pull that your nose hits some kind of wall, an opening of sorts.  Could it be a way out?!  You fill up with hope, and when more of you is sucked and you’re pushed through the wall, you find yourself in an open space, one that’s not squeezing your face--finally!  You take a deep, cleansing breath--but then you breathe in the smell of acid, and you realize where you are: Equinox’s stomach.

“FUCK!” you scream, writhing around inside of the lioness.  You can hear her laughing outside, and you fill up with hopelessness and rage in equal measure.  But maybe you should calm down.  She’s not going to digest you, after all.  Just grin it and bear it, and you’ll be fine--right?

More and more of you gets shoved into Equinox’s belly, filling up the cramped space quicker than you thought possible.  Soon enough your tied-up hands are in here, still behind your back, and that’s when you realize the last of your feet are getting sucked in from the outside world, and all of you is in her.

You pile into her stomach, and before long, you’re completely inside, forced into the fetal position in the tiny gut, even as it inflates with your presence.  It grunts and growls around you, and you gulp, starting to sweat.  With your tied up arms and legs, you feel even more helpless in here.  If she decided to digest you now, you’d be fucked.

“Aaaahh, that was excellent!” Equinox says.  “You’re /such/ a good treat, especially for my ass.  We should do this more often, don’t you think?”

You don’t respond, just sink down deeper in the groaning belly.  Eventually, she’s going to get you out of here, and you’ll do it all again.

For now, you’re fucking tired,  So you close your eyes, and go to sleep.