"I... I don't know..." you stammer, looking around the humid stomach. "If nobody can hear us... I don't think there's... anything we can do..."
She glaces around too, panicked. "You mean we just let her... have us? We can escape now that there's two of us, right? We can-"
You put a finger to her lips to silence her, and though she continues to tremble she goes quiet for you to speak. "The harder we struggle the sooner we'll be digested. I've eaten plenty of Horde women, and I can tell you that there's no escape without help from outside. Two Tauren in my gut couldn't even come close. Our only hope is our sisters at the bunker, but since nobody can hear us..."
"...They won't know we're Alliance until it's too late," she finishes, the dread growing in her shining blue eyes.
You pull her head to your chest and hold it there. "Afraid so. This is it for us." She lets out a few abrupt sobs as the stomach pours more juices over the two of you. "What's your name?"
"Zweila," she sniffles, face resting against your bosom.
"Evelyn," you answer. The two of you begin to speak as the stomach churns softly around you, almost unaware of the two women within. Zweila doesn't say much but you do your best to keep your minds off your impending gastric demise by telling her about you. You start with your training in Stormwind, then tell her of fighting Onyxia, your journey to Outland with the expedition and the battle at the Black Temple, and fighting the Scourge in Northrend. When you tell her about how you helped bring down the Lich King atop Icecrown Citadel she looks up, tears dried, and asks you to go on. You continue with your experiences in Alterac, your battles with the Horde, and finish up by detailing your steamy affair with Satarii and Byarii, the two Night Elf sisters guarding the gate, which makes the Draenei blush with a perverse smile.
Outside the Pandaren, oblivious to what's happening inside her, has entered the bunker. You heard the voices of the twin sisters guarding the gate and after she passed them without incident you knew for certain that by morning you and Zweila would be gone. Li-Fang occasionally gave her full belly a playful thwack with her paws, causing it to shake, or rubbing softly over it and leaning close to snicker deviously at your plight. You'd done the same with the many Horde meals you've eaten so you shake it off, for the most part, and do your best to keep your comrade distracted. Though the walls have pressed the both of you even closer now digestion hasn't really begun, thanks to your lack of struggle, but the moist enzymes coating your bodies are tingling.
The stomach gives a groan as you begin telling Zweila about your sister, Reah, training to be a priestess in Stormwind to follow the Holy Light like her big sister. Outside you can hear vague, whispered murmuring and realize that Li-Fang is speaking with her accomplice. The raid must be beginning soon.
The stomach starts wobbling once again as Li-Fang walks, and Zweila embraces you tightly. I never thought it would end like this."
"I knew there was a chance," you say. "I think I'm ready. I've had plenty of meals in my time so I guess this is only fair." Outside you can hear the Night Elf twins guarding the gate speak to Li-Fang.
Then Zweila presses her lips to yours and you're too surprised to react. She pulls away slowly and peers into your eyes with longing. "I'm glad I'm not digesting alone."
"As weird as it sounds to say... I'm kind of glad I got to digest with you," you reply, and return the kiss. The stomach gurgles and begins to churn as you two hold the kiss for what feels like an eternity before pulling away and allowing Zweila to bury her head against your bosom once more. Now she's calm, as if ready to face her end along with you.
Then the belly shakes, violently, and the two of you hold tight to each other. With nothing to steady yourselves with the two of you are tossed around the inside of the panda's gut for several seconds before you hear a massive, heavy gulp from above. Then another, and another. Two heads pop through the sphincter and you recognize them instantly as the two Night Elves at the gate, pressed together chest to chest as they swiftly enter the stomach. Within the minute the two of them have been deposited into the organ as well, leaving practically no room to move. "By Elune, is that you Evelyn?"
The four of you are a messy tangle of intertwined limbs compacted into a ball by the pressure of the stomach. You spend a minute untangling yourself from the Night Elves to retake your original position with Zweila but with so little room all you can really do is lay atop her with the Night Elves pressing at you from above and the sides. "Yes, it's me," you confirm. "What's going on outside?"
"That Pandaren bitch opened the gates and a whole raiding party of Horde troops were there!" Byarii blurts out. "We scrambled for our weapons but she cut us off and swallowed us!"
"I guess the outpost is theirs, then" Zweila murmurs.
"I suspect they're already gulping down our comrades," Satarii muses. "You two have been in here all this time?"
"Yes," you answer. "She used magic to keep sound from escaping. We couldn't warn you if we tried."
"Then I guess this is it," the elf sighed. "Churned down into boob fat for a furry bear."
You grope at Satarii's butt as she trails off. "We might as well make our last night count then, huh?"
You sense, more than see, the smile creep across her face. "I guess there's nothing else to do..."
The four of you degenerate into a pile of groping, gasping, moaning, kissing, and fingering. The stomach seems to sense the activity and roars in approval, finally setting out to properly digest the morsels trapped within. Acids rain down and splash against your skin, the walls contract and knead around you as your lovemaking grows ever more intense. The acids begin to bubble and sizzle as the insatiable belly clamps down and coats you in them, but you can't feel fear for the stinging of the liquid as you lose yourself in the moment, giving it everything you have and throwing out the occasionally Holy Light to prevent the festivities from ending too soon. Eventually, however, Li-Fang's stomach begins to get the best of you, as you always knew it would, and you can feel your time coming. After a one of the elves passes out and slips to the bottom of the stomach, disappearing beneath the acid pool with a smile on her face. a few minutes later her sister submerges herself into the liquid to join her and you and Zweila are alone. Outside you feel a strong squeeze from Li-Fang and you and Zweila both climax. You give her a final passionate kiss as she slips away and you decide to join her, closing your eyes as the acids bubble up and your soul fades blissfully away.
Outside Li-Fang was sitting on the ground with an absolutely enormous gut, unable to move from her spot as her comrades stormed the bunker around her. Within minutes the Alliance defends had been completely consumed and the Horde set about the task of digesting their catches. As the four full-sized women in Li-Fang's gut made love inside the rest of her raiding party took their time to come back and congratulate her on her plan, rubbing and patting her massive furry stomach as they passed by, many of them with bulging bellies of their own, though none were nearly as large as Li-Fang's. Li-Fang herself, swept up by the euphoric orgy in her gut, began to pleasure herself as her meals made love and slowly succumbed to her belly. Eventually, after enough prodding and groping, the prey in her gut went still as it glorped and churned the four buxom women into fat for her body. Through the night she giggled and teased, more playfully than maliciously, the women stewing in her stomach even though they were long gone, poking, squeezing, and patting her diminishing stomach to hear what was left of her prey sloshing about within.
After hours of this she fell asleep, lapsing into a food coma that last for two days. When she awoke her belly was almost completely gone but, to her great pleasure, her breasts and rear had nearly doubled in size. She was given the honor of raising the Horde banner over the outpost for all of Alterac to see, and as she did so she blew a kiss out onto the wind in gratitude for the biggest, and tastiest, meal she'd ever had.
