As you head out into the woods, you strip down behind a tree and begin putting on your new-found leathers. They cling tightly to your frame, emphasizing your large breasts and rear. As you look around, something seems amiss, and it certainly seems that way as you see a large stick flung into your face, knocking you out.
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As you come too, you can distinctly feel the sensation of heat from underneath you. Your groggy eyes open more and more until the world stops being fuzzy. Your eyes can't get any wider though as you realize you're being turned on a spit though. You try not to panic as you take in your surroundings, you're in a cave, surrounded by furry men, being turned over a fire, and there are hands rubbing spices into your body. You would have sighed in irony, but there is a peach in your mouth.
You begin to squirm and struggle, when that doesn't work, you try to pick at the ropes with your nails, crying out as your body begins to get darker. The furbolgs don't seem to care much about your plight either, the cooks are too concentrated in making you a tasty meal.
After an hour of solid cooking and spices, they take you off the spit and carry you towards a large cave, owlkin are standing infront of it all around. The chieftain of the furbolgs walks up and begins to communicate, and the owlkins chirp and roar back. You're not quite sure what they're saying, but being that you're just dinner now, you can't do much. After a moment, the owlkin spread, and a massive two-headed dog comes forward, the furbolgs move to set you infront of him. You're eyes go wide and you begin to squirm and struggle more, before you're set on a stone and left out for the dog along with two other Draenei females.
The dog wastes no time and chomps up the two females beside you, you can see their squirming frames inside the dog's throat, it murrs loudly and licks it's chomps before looking at you. You would have sighed if you could as the dog's mouth comes over you, swallowing you down with one bite.
Soon your deposited into the stomach with the two other draenei, the acid have already melted their ropes and they're struggling, but it's not working. The stomach bops up and down, throwing all three of you about as the dog returns inside, and then it becomes cramped as it lays down to go to sleep. The acids begin to tingle at first, and then the stomach kicks it into full gear, churning and setting new acids into the fray. It only takes fourteen minutes for your leathers to be dissolved, but at that point the other two females are submerged in digestive fluid, passed out.
It unfortunately doesn't take much longer for you to go, despite your attempts at staying awake to outlast the digestive track, you falter and slide along the stomach, plunging head-first into the soup. The three of you are churned together until being passed into the beast's intestines, and soon, you all sit as one joined entity in the rectum.
Some time later, the beast would awaken and go to a corner in it's cave, depositing the massive pile of waste composed of what it couldn't digest of your bodies, then returns to it's spot to nap.
The furbolgs noted the effectiveness of this, and went out to catch more Draenei females. Though they wish they had more like you, you were quite delicious they think.
