In The Belly Of The Jungle: Part 4 (Patreon)

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Your wrists are still red from the last time you were here--that rope really left a mark, didn’t it?  At least Equinox seemed to give a shit, in her own way, giving your arms and ankles soft licks to help ease the pain.

But then again, she also smirked and said to you, “I kinda feel bad, but you know what?  You deserve to be used like this, cutie pie.”

So here you are.  Back at her house, ready to be eaten again.  You’re past being scared, inching into anger and rebellion.  But when she opens the door, looking down at you and licking her lips, the fear returns, and you walk inside without complaint.

“Good to see you, meat,” says the lioness, grinning at you and shuffling you into the bedroom.  “I was thinking of saucing you up tonight.  Lie down on that tarp on the bed.  I’ll get the food.”

Not having much choice, you obey, and watch her leave the room.  That’s when your mind starts racing.  You can still escape, get out of here while you still can!  Or maybe--

“Got it!”  Equinox returns much faster than expected, holding a bottle of honey in one hand and whipped cream in the other.  “Some sweet toppings, for a sweet treat like you,” she teases, and you blush.  “Arms and legs together, snack.  And don’t forget to hold still~!”

“Y-Yes ma’am,” you stutter, obeying her words immediately.  The lioness smiles and walks up to the bed, hovering over you, studying you like the delicious food you are.  Then, she begins.

She brings down the honey and squirts it on you, starting at your toes and squirting up.  It tickles a bit, but you manage to hold it together, holding as still as you can, not wanting to awaken her ire.

At the same time, Equinox also sprays whipped cream, starting at your neck and going down, getting your shoulders covered in the stuff.  It doesn’t tickle /as/ much as the honey, thank fucking Christ, but it still makes you want to move.  You do your best to hold yourself steady. . .

It’s when she reaches your stomach that you break.  The lioness gets there with the honey and whipped cream at the same time, covering your belly with both, and it makes your arm involuntarily twitch, smearing whipped cream all over the bed.  Fire immediately erupts in her eyes, and you gulp.  “S-Shit!” you say.  “I’m sorry!  I-I didn’t mean to--”

“Can it, food,” she orders, and you shut the fuck up.  She puts the topping away, and leans in close, until she’s inches from your face.  “Guess you want to go down quick, huh?” Equinox asks, patting her belly, which growls underneath her paw.  “Get right into my stomach?”

“No!” you beg.  You hate being in there, every time.  “Please!”

“Too late,” the lioness says sweetly, licking her lips.  “Down the hatch.”

She opens her maw and lunges at you, and you only have a second to register the sight--dripping teeth, spit-covered tongue, and dark throat--before you head is inside her mouth.  It’s absolutely licked up until you’re slathered in drool, and then, she swallows.

A quick gulp crams you into Equinox’s throat: it’s dark and tight in here, and your face is totally squashed against the inner walls.  Above, you can feel the tongue lapping up your neck, but before you can take in your current position, you’re swallowed again--and again, and again, and again.

She gives a series of quick gulps, tasting you really fucking quickly as she sends you down to her stomach.  If you were able, you would scream, but considering your mouth is stuck to the side of her esophagus, you can’t really do jack shit.

The lioness slurps down more of you, and you’re shoved through a barrier, entering an open space that you know is her stomach--you recognize the smell of acid and sounds of growling by now.  “Please!” you scream, now that you can speak.  “Please, slow down!”  You know she wouldn’t stop even if you asked; you’re her food, after all.  But she doesn’t even fulfil that request, and before long more and more of you is gathering in her belly--until, suddenly, your feet are slurped down, and all of you is sealed inside.

Damn, is it cramped in here: your body is forced into a tight position, and your legs are pressed against your chest.  You hug yourself, and listen to the stomach growl around you, feeling its vibrations.  Liquid starts dripping from the walls again, and like the first time, you start to panic.

“You’re gonna let me out?” you cry fearfully.

There is a pause, and then Equinox speaks.  “I’m afraid this will be our final session.”

Your heart skips a beat.  “You’re letting me go?!” you realize, thankful beyond belief.

“I’m not letting you /go/, silly!”  She laughs, and confusion fills you--then disbelief as you realize what she has to mean.  “I’m letting you digest.  You’ve been so delicious, I just /have/ to keep you.”

“N-No!” you scream.  You rock and twist your body, trying to resist the best you can, trying to wrestle your way out.  Her gut doesn’t react; it simply continues dripping down stomach acid.  “You can’t!  We had a deal!”

“Too bad,” she says simply.  “I don’t know /why/ you thought feeding yourself to a predator was a good idea.  Just increases my desire for your delicious flavor.”

“Please, I’ll let us keep doing this!” you scream.  “I’ll do anything, just don’t digest me!”  The juices are rising now, and they’re halfway up your knees.  Fuck!  The gut growls hungrily around you, eager to take its latest victim.

“Anything, huh?  Hmm. . .”  Your heart skips a beat as you wait, hoping for the same thing as before: her spitting you out, even if you did have to make a deal.  But then she says, “If you can do one thing, it’s to be a nice little meal as I digest ya.  Ok?” and your heart sinks as you realize:

You’re truly fucked.

The liquids reach your chest, and your breathing gets shallow as air starts to run out.  You should never have trusted a fellow predator, you realize as the stomach acids get higher and higher.  You should have known she wouldn’t fulfill her end of the bargain.  But most importantly . . .

. . . you never should have gone to The Jungle.

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Equinox feels her food slump over, and she pats her belly, which lets out a loud groan.  “Passed out already?” she asks, laughing.  “Shame.  I wanted to feel you squirm in there for a bit longer.”

She sighs, and lies down on the bed.  Soon her food will be broken down by her powerful stomach, and she’ll have a nice shit ahead of her.

But for right now, everyone deserves a good nap after a good meal.