You throw a punch at the stomach wall, determined to escape or digest fighting. "We're soldiers of the Alliance!" you remind her, bringing a faint, dutiful glow back into her eyes. "I'll be damned if I let this Pandaren bitch turn me into boob fat without a fight!" You strike again and your fellow food joins you, kicking out against the pulsating walls of flesh with her hooves. You begin casting spells on her stomach between each strike but despite the shaking of her belly you don't think you're making much progress.
It isn't long before you hear two flirtatious voices outside that you can recognize. They're the two gate guards of the bunker, a pair of Night Elf sisters named Satarii and Byarii Moonweaver. Over the deafening gurgle of Li-Fang's belly you can hear the bunker doors swing open and the Pandaren predator strolls right in, bouncing belly on display for every one of your sisters-in-arms to see. You fight even harder, prying at the stomach's sphincter and the acids begin to pool beneath you both, but after giving way a bit it closes up again and you sag back into the belly atop your Draenei friend.
She grasps your arm and you can tell by her trembling that she's reaching her limit. She's been in here much longer than you and Li-Fang's unforgiving belly has taken its toll on her. "We aren't getting out of here, are we?" she asks.
You can vaguely hear Li-Fang speaking to the bunker's commander, Captain Kira Bristol, as you clasp the Draenei's hand back. "We will get out," you swear, holding her tightly. "Come on!" The acids are stinging. Unpleasant, bordering on painful, the two of you are waist deep in a sizzling bath of them. You cast Holy Light on her, bringing her back from the brink, but she's still weak, and you're slowing down too. You continue to fight, kicking, punching, and healing as the stomach growls eagerly around you. For her part Li-Fang occasionally belches softly or releases a tiny hiccup, instinctively rubbing her gut with a paw from time to time as it works to turn you two into nutritious sludge.
Eventually Li-Fang finishes speaking to the captain, no doubt after spinning a convincing web of lies, and is dismissed. "Good job, Li-Fang," you hear the captain say. "We'll send out a patrol to ambush their raiding party. Now I'm ordering you to get some rest... and finish digesting those two, will you?"
"Yes ma'am!" the Pandaren snickers with another belch. She walks to the barracks and falls down on one of the unoccupied beds. A few minutes later one of the Night Elves, Satarii, approaches the lounging predator. By now your Draenei companion has lost most of her strength. You've stopped fighting are only casting Holy Light on the both of you to heal through the digestion but you can only keep it up so long.
You can hear Li-Fang and Satarii conversing outside. You scream for the Night Elf to hear you but she doesn't react, though Li-Fang chuckles. The Pandaren must have felt your voice vibrate her belly.
"So, you're part of our group now?" the elf asks.
"I guess so!" Li-Fang answers. "I've got a bed and everything."
It's getting harder to breathe and your eyes struggle to remain open. As Satarii continues speaking outside, you gain a brief hope. "That's not yours, I'm afraid," she says. "That's Evelyn's bed."
Li-Fang sighs as she feels a last punch bounce off the inside of her belly. "Who's Evelyn?"
Satarii leans in. "One of our best paladins. She went on patrol today, but I guess she won't be back until morning."
You can practically see the devious smile on Li-Fang's face. "Well, I wouldn't want to cross her. Why don't you help me digest these two so I can be out of her bed when she shows up tomorrow?"
"Sounds like a plan!" Satarii cheers. You feel her hands begin rubbing Li-Fang's belly to stimulate her digestion. You continue your healing, and the Draenei weakly squirms, but it won't be enough. The acids are almost up to your shoulders. Your only hope is for someone to realize who is in the Pandaren's belly and quickly.
"Oh, they're healing in there," Satarii comments.
"A couple of Blood Elf Paladins," Li-Fang lies. "I love the ones who use Holy Light. They taste... divine."
Satarii leans in close to the belly and you give another scream, and like before she doesn't react. "Let's see if they can out heal your Digestion Per Second, hm?" They both begin a vigorous belly massage and the stomach jumps into overdrive. Assaulted by both the stomach walls and their hands pushing against you from outside you lose your concentration and your healing spell breaks. The Draenei sighs and slips under the bubbling pool of enzymes. Gasping you splash around blindly, looking for an escape, but within minutes the acids fill the stomach completely and you can't hold out anymore. Li-Fang spends the next hour digesting you and the Draenei without Satarii being any the wiser. The two giggle and flirt as you're swiftly processed into stew and begin your journey through her intestinal tract.
The patrol your garrison sent out walks right into the trap that was laid for them and is devoured. Later that night one of the worgen opens the gates and the Horde raiding party sneaks in and has no trouble gulping down the depleted garrison completely, securing a vital stronghold for the Horde.
