You feel a pressure in your stomach area, looking down you can see the posioned arrow. You rip it out quickly and continue your charge, swinging your mace towards her, but she dodges it easily and kicks you to the ground, by now your movements are sluggish. You let out a light moan as your feet become warmer, looking back slowly, you see you're in up to your butt in orc. She's greedily slurping you down like a noodle, and by now you can barely even move.

In about fifteen second, the only trace of you is your mace, which is laying in the snow, and you slide down to a comfortable rest inside the orc's belly. You splash into a pool of weak digestive juices, and your armor begins to singe already. You tell yourself not to panic, even as the belly shakes around violently, splashing juice all over your form.

Eventually, it stops, so she either fled from the battle and is digesting you peacefully, or she found a better location. You don't know how long you wait there, but the stomach continues to fill up with stronger acids, you're in waist-deep, and your armor is starting to fall apart. However, movement is starting to return to you, and you weakly begin to push.

You can feel the orc rubbing her belly for a moment before returning to whatever she's doing, you feel an occasional wobble here and there, perhaps indicating she's still fighting.

Alittle more time goes by, and most of your armor is on the brink of falling off you, some acid is lapping at your silky skin, burning you, you groan and moan, trying to push out harder now, refusing to accept digestion.

Suddenly, the belly wobbles intensely, and for a moment, you hope. But then the sphincter opens up, and a night elven rogue joins you in the belly, she's entirely naked is the first thing you notice. You gasp, realizing your plate armor fell off in all of the movement, you cry out to her, ''What's going on outside?!''

The elf seems confused for a moment as she splashes into the acids with you, and the stomach shakes around as if the owner is at a casual walk. ''We lost sister! All of us have been eaten, the attack failed..We're doomed..''

Tears stream down your eyes as you falter, then begin to struggle moreso then before as the acids lap at your exposed tasty flesh. Outside, movement has stopped and the orc huntress is leaning against a tree, licking her lips and rubbing her massive belly.

To make you stop, the elf leans over and presses her lips to yours, embracing you tightly as the digestive fluids wash over you, you both are churned about by the stomach for an hour, as the huntress falls asleep, you are joined together and melted down, being sucked into her intestines..

No rescue ever comes, so by the time the orc wakes up, her breasts have doubled in size, and her figure is much slimmer, she smiles and bends down by the tree, excreting a few logs of brown and purple shit. Her pet wolf trots by, squatting down and relieving himself of a blue pile of feces.

She gives the dog a pat and a treat and walks, still basking in the after-taste of a very satisfying meal.