As you slide into the digestive fluids, you realize how tired you are..Maybe you should rest before you begin your attack, just to make sure.. It won't take long you assure yourself. As you close your glowing eyes, sleep claims you quickly and you slide along the stomach walls into the gastric soup. The beast murrs as it walks, it's large gut bobbing up and down, and causing your body to do the same. You are in your own little dreamworld, oblivious to the coming digestion. As you continue to sleep..The stomach churns..
-- Some time later
Your eyes slowly open and you look around, confused by how numb you are..As you sit up, gastric juices fall off your body and you gasp, realizing what happened. You try to move weakly, but you can't manage to push yourself up, the burns are too severe, and your about to be accepted into the intestines. As you realize the jig is up, you break down and begin to cry, allowing yourself to flow into the intestines without a fight.
From there on, processing you is easy, your breasts and lovely rump contribute tons of nutrition to the beast as your broken down. You're last thoughts are of how you failed your people, and lived only to become a pile of blue shit. Even after you pass on, you're luscious body gives the beast nutrients for another fourty-five minutes. When you are done with, the beast feels a pressure in it's rear.
The owlkin excused it's self from the campfire and ran rather bow-legged over to the nearest tree, letting out a few roars and grunts as it let out log after log of blue shit. Once it was done, it sighed in relief and returned to the camp fire. You were left steaming lightly on the forest floor, forgotten.
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