The researcher jumped with surprise, startled by the loud gurgle that issued from the Paolumu's gut. The feline inside started struggling even more, the obvious acids starting their work.
"Well that answers that question," the human stated, watching with fascination. The Nightshade Paolumu shifted so she was standing upright, but exposing her furry black, wriggling belly. She sighed happily at both the feeling of a struggling meal, and a full gut, something her human friend could relate to.
Inside, Simba was fighting for his literal life, the acids were causing furry to fall off and burn his exposed flesh, melting him down into a fine nutritious soup. He cried and roared, but his captor paid it little mind. After all, he was just food to her, the Circle of Life continuing. Just he wasn't the tip predator. His mind started to numb as he ran low on oxygen.
Seeing her meal's struggling start to slow, the Nightshade Paolumu leaned on her tail again and grabbed the researcher with one of her feet. Then, with great care, the black bat let herself fall on her back, taking great care to not jostle her fragile friend. Then she placed her on her gently moving, gurgling gut.
The two just lay there, letting the Sun warm them as the big cat was turned into fat. The researcher rubbed the black furry gut, earning herself coos of pleasure from the Flying Wyvern. Then a cheeky grin stretched across her muzzle. Grabbing her friend, the Paolumu eased her into her maw as if she was going to down her next, only to give the researcher a lick on the cheek before plopping her in her much softer gut.
"Cheeky Bat," the researcher remarked. Suddenly, the Nightshade Paolumu's neck inflated, forcing her head back as a thunderous belch roared from her maw, her neck deflating as it happened. The researcher laughed so hard she almost passed out, earning herself a roll of Paolumu eyes.
After what seemed like a hour, the Nightshade Paolumu motioned for her friend to move off. She did so, and watched the massive bat role over before hacking and coughing up a large hairball and burping out the feline's skull, which was presented to the human.
"Looks like those thing go straight to your butt," the researcher chuckled, prompting the bat to look with pride at her rump, each cheek could easily hold a curled up human such as her friend. The Nightshade Paolumu nuzzled her new friend with a rumbling purr.
"Say, me and the others are new around here, mind showing me around the place?" She asked. With a nod, the human, who introduced herself as Jackie, climbed atop the Flying Wyvern and the two took off, leaving behind just a hairball, all that was left of the King of the Pridelands.
