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This story is a collab done between Mitch and I and was converted from an RP we did fully into a story.

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Within the sparse undergrowth, the Hunter stalked very slowly towards its target, its golden eyes watching for even the slightest hint of suspicion from the sleeping owl. It was a very large variety, and Verdek was a very hungry Hunter, and he could not miss this opportunity to fill his belly so easily. The one time dragon had become rather accustomed to his new body, and most of the time he lived in the here and now, his past life a dim shadow in his memory. At last fully behind the slumbering owl, his form came even lower to the ground, the small bushes tickling his chest and belly as he tensed his powerful frame. With a tremendous push of his hind legs that left deep claw gouges on the ground, he launched his massive frame into the air with a feral growl, letting his instincts guide him as they did so well. Just as the creature began to stir, his front paws tackled it off of the brach in a flurry of white and black feathers.

It let out a shriek as it slammed onto the ground and feebly tried to beat its tangled wings as Verdek came to rest on the ground again, catch pinned beneath him. Working it between both paws, he settled his hindquaters to the ground and guided the owl's head towards his belly. When it was positioned before his lower abdomen, he thrust its protesting head against his navel, and groaned at the stimulating pressure. With a wet sound, the muscles relaxed and the owl began slipping inside. The Hunter grunted in pleasure each time he forced the bird deeper into himself, until just the talons remained outside, kicking wildly. Groaning, Verdek rolled onto his side and let his body do the rest for him. He felt his navel repeatedly clenching around his prey, and the legs were drawn into his body entirely. Soon the owl was inside of his digestive chamber, and he accepted its struggles in a fog of pleasure until its air starved body finally gave up. Appetite sated for the moment, Verdek rolled onto his back and fell asleep with a deep sigh.

Mitch the anthro lion has been out camping in the upper woods recently, he and his lioness girlfriend having found the woods to be a quiet, charming, and even safe place away from the bustle of society and heavy city traffic in Rigmuud. They could be themselves, away from their jobs. Mitch running a healer's clinic, and Shanna as his nurse/courier. His long years in the arts of healing magic had definately paid off, as it seemed there were relatively few who specialized in the true healing aspects of magic. Sure, there were those who could heal their own cuts, but did they think to cleanse their wounds first? Generally, no, resulting in painful infections under the site... But that was behind him for the weekend, now.

He and his girlfriend could indulge in their love of nature... and each others' navels, away from strange glances and people out to harm anyone even slightly out of the ordinary! It was Mitch's turn to go get firewood this time, and as he walked through the woods, barefoot with the dead leaves crunching under his pawpads, he spied a good stand of dead wood. Reaching over to it, he happened to catch a glimpse of a strange tail on the other side of the bush it was near. He also noticed a strange, but tantalizing smell. Glancing around the bush, he saw one of the strangest beasts he'd ever laid eyes on. Long and fur-clad, it almost had a draconic appearance to it, while still coated in fur. He shrugged, and was about to leave with his wood, when the scent caught him again.

Sleeping deeply, Verdek briefly stretched his powerful frame, a few audible pops sounding along his spine as his body shuddered, A sloshing sound came from his belly as its now liquid contents were shifted back and forth. With a heavy yawn that exposed his fangs, he rolled to the side and resumed his slow, heavy breathing and settled deeply into sleep once again.

Mitch smiles, having to find out where that smell is coming from! He gets down, silently sniffing about the back of the creature, not getting it, and gently going over the front, the head, the tail, the legs... He's interested when he sniffs at its belly, the smell quite strong from there! Cautiously walking around to the front, his jaw drops as he sees picture-perfect abs on a very red belly, and with the best feature yet... a deliciously round bellybutton smack dab in the middle, knotted up and looking like one of the most amazing things to play with ever! Grinning, he bends down and sniffs again, noticing some strange white liquid oozing out from a fold in the bellybutton. He gently sniffs at it again, it definitely being the source of the tantilizing scent! Very carefully, he reaches out a finger, inching it closer and closer to that belly, and touching it, ready to spring back at any sign of danger. But nothing happened. Smiling, he opens his jaws, letting his wet feline tongue hang out and then presses it into the center of that bellybutton. He tastes an almost spicy, and slightly reptillian flavor. However, his expression changes to that of a dreamy and lost feline once he tastes the liquid, like a thick and milky chowder.

He groans softly, enjoying it as his tongue pushes farther into the opening of the bellybutton, still slightly cautious. He runs it over that fleshy knot, wondering what that flavor could possibly be, his barbs scraping along the surface of the navel and making it move with his licks slightly. He pushes harder, and harder with that tongue, amazed to find that the valley seems to go down a ways. He probes with his tongue, wondering what that could be, when he realizes he's not pressing into the knot with it anymore, the tip brushing against the backside of the bellybutton, tasting its spiciness from the inside! He moans, and withdraws his tongue, covered in the white stuff. He can't help it, and gets an idea. Laying down next to the beast, he places his navel up to its own, having lubricated it with his saliva thoroughly beforehand.

He presses his grey-furred, plump belly against the fiery red one, squishing the two navels together. His bellybutton starts a soft suction as he closes his eyes, quickly growing in power. At first, it only sucks on that bellybutton knot, drawing it towards the front of the hole in which it resided. However, it didn't take much more pressure than what was applied before the muscular knob parted slightly, allowing the soup to be sucked out and into Mitch's grumbling belly. He was amazed it hadn't woken up the creature, but it was obviously a sound sleeper. Then again, he hadn't done anything to really test it yet... he rubbed his belly, already quite full of the amazing fluid, smacking his lips as it churned inside his gut... He suddenly wondered how much more was in there, and what happened when it ran out. Suddenly, both bellybuttons gave a lurch, and popped apart as the sac abruptly finished emptying, jerking both of them apart. "Oh, shit."

As Verdek slept, something began to draw him out of his deep slumber as Mitch began tasting his belly button. He could swear he was feeling the strangest sensation. It felt like something pleasantly warm, rough, and slick was grinding deep into his navel, moving further and further until it reached the tightly sealed knot at its deep base, causing its walls to tense at the stimulation. The sensation withdraws and his breathing slows down again as his body relaxes. A moment later, however, there was pressure against his lower belly as if something was leaning upon it that drew him up again from the depths of deep sleep. There was a sensation again, a slight suction against his navel that felt more and more pleasureable as the knot was pulled outward, and his belly gave a slight shudder as the knot relaxed under the stimulation and slipped open. He felt the slight pressure of his liquified prey inside him begin to lessen as if it was being sucked out of his belly into something else, and his breathing sped up some more, the claws of a hind leg twitching a bit.

Suddenly, it felt like something clamped tightly around his knot, pulling it strongly before slipping loose. The resulting burst of pleasure bolted Verdek awake in an instant with a surprised yelp, his claws clenching and tail lashing about, its blade cutting down much of the underbrush it swept across like a machette. Verdek reflexively curled around his belly, navel still clenching. His tail blade slammed into the side of a tree with a resounding THUNK that rang a long distance through the forest, at about the exact same time his amber glowing eyes locked onto those of a grey lion he had curled around, and made out the words "Oh, shit". His eyes widened in surprise, and the two spent several seconds staring at one another with no sound except the heavy breathing of the Remali Hunter and the faster breaths of the lion against him. This silence was broken by a deep growl, which certainly sounded like it was coming from his mouth. His jaws, however, were closed, and the heavy growl could be felt vibrating out from his belly. Verdek grunted at the hunger pangs, glaring at the lion who had somehow stolen his meal right out of his belly.

Mitch could only stare, until hearing those growls. He knew what they were, having been familiar with them. "Oh... that was your meal? Uh, sorry boy. I'll make it up to you somehow!" Mitch had no idea of how to communicate with the creature as it stared at him, a slow look of displeasure obviously forming. It seemed to soften just a bit when it heard the words about promising to pay it back. Mitch put out a paw for the creature to sniff, to show he was friendly. The animal sure didn't look it though, with horns coming out of its shoulders and a sharp muzzle. He could only imagine the teeth it held, sure to be carnivorous. "Just what are you, anyway?"

Suddenly, Verdek realized that the grey lion was trying to talk to him, ears perking forward at his voice. His mind was very slow to pick up the meaning of its words at first. How long had it really been since he had last spoken to someone? He was sure he could not speak through his mouth, he had tried that long, long ago and had not succeeded in the least in those efforts. The throat of a Remali Hunter was suited for the large number of deep, guttural noises Remalis used to communicate. If there was a way, he hadn't found it yet. There might still be another way though... Remalis had another method of communication as well. Within close ranges, such as those on a joint hunt, they could connect loosely mind to mind, passing images and emotions to one another in a rough form of language.

This worked very well with the wild ferals, who were not very smart and could understand and communicate with no more, but Verdek had found that he was not the only Sentient who had been caught and transformed into one. During these occasional encounters with other Sentients, the mind link allowed them to speak with their true voices into the mind of the other, sounding as they had in their previous form of existance. Perhaps he might be able to communicate with this unusual lion and answer its questions....he had not had a real talk with anyone in oh so long.... With that, Verdek tenatively reached out with his mind, looking the lion right in the eyes. He was't really expecting it to work, but it was worth a try. Verdek waited to see if the lion felt his mind pressing against its own, asking permission to enter.

Mitch was still holding out his paw, when he felt its stare on him. It wasn't just a metaphor, he could really feel its stare boring into his head... No, boring wasn't right. Tapping, as if knocking at a door. "Wha...?" All he could do was blink. The tapping grew louder, and suddenly, he heard a voice in his mind. "Whoa, what's going on? Is that... you?"

Verdek saw the lion's surprise in its eyes, and a moment later he felt its mental barriers recede enough to allow him to touch its mind, if not enough to allow him to see its memories. "I....I did not expect that to work" he began, the words slow to come out at first, having to coax them out of his memory from that time before he was the Hunter. "I would shake your paw, except I don't have thumbs anymore." he explained, resting a giant clawed foot upon the outstretched claw for a moment, amusement leaking through to the lion. His belly growled again, insistently, but he ignored it. "That was indeed my meal you somehow took. I commend your bravery. If such an odd notion ever entered my head I would never have come anywhere near you in the same situation. Again some of his amusement leaked through the link to the lion. As to helping me catch something else, perhaps, but that can come later, and only if you are as quiet as I am, because catching that owl took complete silence!"

"I was once known as Verdek, and I was a green dragon with an easy life in Rigmuud. It's nice to meet someone to talk to again, even in so strange a manner." Verdek's tongue licked the lion across the face before he could catch himself, and he looked down in embarrassment. "S-sorry, that's how my kind say hello, I let myself slip." The hunger pangs reverberated through him again, and he put on a show of ignoring them, though his tail might be giving his discomfort away a bit if the lion could ever look away from his face, which was doubtful. Then he felt IT. IT was a red haze that overtook him at times, eroding his will until he could no longer resist it, bringing him to the mercy of his feral side, unable to control his own actions unless they went with IT's desires. He didn't want to drive the lion away, not yet at least, for he wanted to talk to it some more. With luck he would be gone before IT could consume him.

Mitch shook his head a bit, trying to take all that in. This was sure unexpected! "Dragon? Wow, you've sure come a long way... That place is clear across the continent!!" He purred a bit as Verdek licked him and put his paw to his own. He was right, Verdek did have very sharp claws, but he was gentle, and his tongue... So soft, like velvet! It lapped across him before he could react, and gave Verdek a big smile after the shock wore off. "Hah, don't worry. I actually enjoyed that... I'm really really sorry about that. I'd gladly give back what I took, but unfortunately my own navel doesn't work backwards except on rare occasions, and it's already got my stomach acids mixed in. I have to say though, you have one of the most wonderful navels I have ever had the fortune to come across. Not to be mean or anything, but isn't it a bit better now than when you were a dragon, for the bellybutton you have? And how DID you get like this, anyway?" Mitch stopped, letting it think over his questions. Suddenly, a wave of nausea passes through his mind, making him sway a bit. It was as if something had swept through his brain and tried to turn everything off at once, something dark... and animalistic.

Verdek was a bit taken back by the first questions. When he had felt IT though, the lion had obviously felt it too. He needed to play that off quickly. "My apologies for making you feel that, my memories of that day are not...pleasant ones." As for the question, he hadn't really ever thought about it before.... "I...uh...well...I have to admit, certain aspects of this body are....far more...enjoyable than my previous body." He suddenly had a good idea of why the lion had approached him despite the danger, from those questions. "I....never used to have a navel....but this one turns the slightest stimulation into the most pleasurable feelings...." His eyes seemed to drift for a moment before he shook his large head. "I do not know how long that I have been this....creature. It all seems so very long ago..." His head tilted up then, towards the sky, gathering his sluggish memories and making them stir back to the surface.

"I...I had been told of a possible new ruin discovered in the jungles beyond these drier forests. Being young, rich, and adventurous, I decided to spend a few weeks out there, documeting the ruins to have the information kept at the library of Citadel Arcanus. First though, at my friend Raldun's suggestion, I headed out to the grasslands. I met with one of the nomadic tribes of hyenas there to obtain a guide, for who would know these lands better than one of those hardy travelers? A young adult male by the name of Duza agreed to escort me into the jungles, and we set off. He seemed to have something troubling him...but I disgress, that tale is not relevant to your question. We were making good progress into the woods when something began to stalk us. Personally I didn't have any idea until the skilled hyena informed me of this, and that whatever it was, it was too big to hope to take. We headed for the ruins at a greater pace, shadowed all the way. Our pursuer finally charged us, and Duza had us sprinting before I could get a look at it. We were running side by side when Duza suddenly cried out and disappeared, it was a partially concealed hole from a ruin room that was underground. I knew going in there would be disasterous as the beast would surely go in after us if both of us were down there, so I ran all the faster. It chose to keep coming after me then, and I was slowing down, too tired to keep going. I whirled to face it, suddenly remembering the deadly arsenal of spells at my disposal, and prepared to cast at it.

Before I could though, it tackled me hard, and when my dazed head cleared I found myself on my back with the beast right on top of me, its weight making breathing very difficult. I tried to cast again, and was rewarded with a bone jarring headbutt to the forehead. It growled at me, teeth filling my vision and so close I could feel the humid air wash over me. I tried a second time and the catlike head slammed me again, knocking me silly. After that...I was vaguely aware of being manhandled by the creature, and being forced into...something. I know now that it forced me into its belly. I was sure that I was going to die. There I stayed in a state of almost hibernation until I was born again as this creature you see before you. There are other details beyond that but of a nature that I do not wish to discuss. My memories have been very slow to return to me, but they all have returned with time. That is my story, young lion." As Verdek finished the tale, IT surged over him even more strongly, causing him to lose his breath for a moment. It would look like he was overcome by the tale to the lion, but if this went on too much longer....NO it would not come to that!

Mitch couldn't believe such a moving tale . When the darkness swept over him, he chalked it up to the wave of emotions they were both feeling. Reaching out, he hugged the furred body as best he could about the strong neck. "Oh man, I can't believe that happened to you! And here you are, trying to live in this form now... And I come along, and for my navel lust, I steal your meal. I had no idea how bad you really had it!" Mitch shifted his position, hugging Verdek's large muzzle from the front, his horns just getting in the way from his shoulders otherwise.

As he did so, Verdek's cold nose poked at his belly, directly over his navel, smelling of Verdek's meal still. The musky scent was also quite appetizing, giving off a good indication of his flavor. Verdek could feel his meat was very tender, and that belly fat and thick... Easy to break down and would make a very nourishing soup!

Not realizing it, the dark instinct has partially settled into his mind, forcing him to think of images of what he'd done, and Verdek's bellybutton, up close, as if he were staring directly into it. His feelings about Verdek's navel were also flowing over now, battering his mind back with feelings of softness and warmth, flavor and feel. "-I'm sorry, I don't know what's getting into me. Your bellybutton... It's just intoxicating. I can't get it out of my head! But... I'm interested. You're one of a new species, as I don't remember anything like you in any literature. What are you again- Oh, that's right, thank you. A Remali Hunter... I'm interested in exactly how it is you work your navel and produce food with it. How big is the inside, and how much can you hold? These would be amazing facts to take back to civilization!" The lion is beaming now, but one image stands out brightly in his mind, his desire to enter that navel and experience what his last prey had.

Verdek started when he felt those strong arms come around him, at last receiving the sympathy of his plight that he had so needed from someone else. He might have broken down into tears right then, were it not for something else. IT was insistent now. IT wanted flesh now. Within what was left of his island of rationality that he always retreated into when this happening, he tried to fight it. To fight the same losing battle he always did when this happened. IT had already begun gripping the lion as well, coaxing it toward doing what he knew he could not resist for much longer. He tried to shout out, to warn the lion what was about to happen, but what came from his mind was no voice of his. It was something evil, something with a mind of its own, something enjoying this situation and manipulating both minds as it wished.

"Don't you want to....find out what it's like inside me?" Within the island of sanity that Verdek clung to, he tried to scream out for a moment, and then he was lost in the chaos IT pulled over his mind. As long as IT was in control fully, he and IT wanted the exact same things. IT advanced on the lion again, influencing his will, making him want, no NEED this. Verdek rolled onto his back, and IT sent waves of influence at the lion as it spoke though Verdek again. "Go on, you know you want to join with me, become part of me." A front paw moved behind the lion's back, encouraging him towards the red belly.

Mitch wasted no time in crawling towards that belly. He admired the Remali's fur and lithe frame. He reached out a padded handpaw, resting it on the Hunter's upper belly, feeling strong muscles rippling beneath it. He could only groan a bit as he stroked the silky fur, unusually soft for such a wild predator. He wasn't totally under the influence of that darkness, the lion had been wanting to see just what the inside of Verdek's bellybutton was really like! He figured, if anything went wrong, he had sharp enough teeth and claws... It seemed like an eternity as Mitch felt the paws guide his furred head towards the opening in that red belly. He pressed his nose inside the rim instantly, sniffing and smelling the musk of the creature. It was aromatic and intoxicating, seeming to finalize his resolve to get inside.

He pressed forward, now grinding his muzzle into the bellybutton of the Remali Hunter. The soft flesh of his nose began to stretch and move the hole making up the rim of its bellybutton, the lion smiling and pushing his feline fangs against the bottom as he worked to get his whole muzzle inside. It was only a few seconds before the bellybutton had widened enough for him to press on, his nose now squishing roughly against that hard navel knot. He couldn't help himself and began to caress it with his tongue again, feeling the ridged and bumpy surface beneath the roughness of his feline mouth. He withdrew his tongue and locked his lips on the surface, suckling at it and making it extremely damp with his saliva as it spread over the fur and flesh, bringing that amazingly spicy flavor into his mouth. It was addicting, he had to get into there deeper...

Verdek felt the lion's handpaws working pleasantly over his belly and then groaned at the feel of the lion pressing his muzzle into his belly. His navel tensed and relaxed as it skillfully teased it with fangs and mouth. Its head bottomed out at last, and he could feel that warm mouth slip around the knot, sucking upon it and causing his hind claws to clench each time he did it. Verdek's head gradually sank to the ground, tongue hanging out and panting as he was stimulated over and over. The muscles of his lower belly clenched for a moment, and then relaxed until they felt soft and malleable as his knot opened and exposed the passage it guarded. IT sent waves of encouragement toward the crouching lion again, the paw upon its back slipping around to his front and that soft belly, probing at his navel, the tip of the claw teasingly pressing just inside of the fuzzy opening.

Mitch could feel the navel slip open, revealing a very wet and warm breeze from inside as the hot air within was released. He could smell the musk even more from inside, and pressed his muzzle in tenatively... Groaning, he pressed his head forward, once again enlarging the navel tube. Suddenly, the pressure on his back is gone, and something sharp presses into his own bellybutton. He starts purring deeply as his head enters the dark space, slightly illuminated by the light filtering through the muscular walls of Verdek's body. The claw drilled harder into the center of his bellybutton, as he slipped in, raising a paw from its belly rubbing to squirm in and gripping the tunnel tightly beneath it, feeling its softness beneath his fingers. The claw in his own navel was slightly drawing blood now, pressing hard enough in to have pierced the surface of his navel knot. That only made the feline purr deeper as he crawled inside slowly, his flexing and squirming pressing his coarse fur against the sensitive sides of the big hole. His arms are also wiggling in front of him, as well as his mane, each furry hair stimulating a different part of the walls. Mitch ganders around, realizing that the navel's interior occupies a large portion of the Remali's internal space... He shudders, knowing how fun this is going to be. His chest and upper belly slip inside the hole, forcing Verdek to remove his blood-tipped claw. Mitch closes his eyes, ceasing his purr for a second. A sharp stinging sensation in his navel makes him wince for a second, followed by pure coolness and relaxation as the hole in his hole closes up, healed once again.

Verdek's head comes up again as he feels the lion slipping deeper into his body, his frame shivering slightly at the pleasurable sensation. The probing of his claw only stimulated the lion's movements further, Verdek's breath coming out in a rush as its body grinded against his inner walls. Soon the chest and belly worked their way into him as the maned head emptied out into his digestive chamber. Inside of the chamber could be heard his slow, heavy breathing, which sped up whenever the lion stimulated him, as well as the distant thud of his heart. His paw fell away from its belly as his entire body trembled at the sensations, the lion's course hair stimulating the undulating surfaces. The stimulation causes the chamber to release small amounts of lubricative fluids wherever the lion touches. An alluring, sweet scent quickly fills the humid air inside of him as the slick fluid is released. Its legs are still outside of him, and Verdek can't wait to feel the lion entirely within himself. His body relaxes further as a strangely warm feeling comes from inside him, causing his lower belly to dimly glow for a moment before the feeling was gone.

Mitch gasps in amazement, the walls now beginnging to grow damp. He pulls at them, dragging himself farther into Verdek's beautifully soft navel. The Hunter was all around him, he could feel and hear its stomach nearby, gurgling. As it did, the walls increased in dampness, and the musk was replaced with an incredibly sweet scent as they began to ooze liquid while he brushed against them. Quickly pulling his legs inside, he moved up and in deeper, finally coming to rest wedged heavily within Verdek's lower abdomen. He could hear the beating heart pounding as if right next to him, the walls growing even warmer. Purring again, he licks at the walls, gasping as the liquids were incredibly sweet to his taste buds. He quickly latches onto a section of the wall, in an especially thick and fleshy patch, the liquid oozing out and filling his mouth with its succulent flavor. The spiciness worked well with it, creating a flavor Mitch couldn't resist. His tail still hung outside the navel, twitching as waves of pleasure swept throughout Mitch, still mentally hooked to the Remali.

They were completely in synch. Each time Verdek felt Mitch move, Mitch could feel it too, the ticklish pleasure of the bellybutton stimulation... But soon, he could feel it less. It was then that he realized what was happening. This was how the Remali ate... It wasn't some kind of post-meal secretion! He began to wildly wriggle around, now remembering that his arms were pinned to his sides, rendering his claws useless. He kicked with his footpaws, the sharp tips doing little more than scrape at the thick navel hide, toned by years of clawing prey. Biting the flesh about him proved to do no harm to Verdek, but send incredible stimulation through his mind, flooding Mitch with pleasurable emotions and overriding his fearful sense. He began to relax mentally, but still kicked about, trying to please his friend to get that pleasure in his own body. His teeth ground into the lump of flesh secreting so much of the juices, squirting them out even more, making them dribble down his face and soak into his fur. The more he drank, the less he felt of anything but the pleasure in his mind. Sighing, he realized his limbs were slowly stopping their movements... The juices must be working into his body, shutting it down to be turned into the meal he'd stolen.

Verdek felt content feelings course through his gut as digestive juices began to ooze from the flesh and onto his prey. He felt the rim of his navel shrinking and watched as the grey furred legs and paws slipped into his belly, groaning as its walls expanded and bulged around the lion's form, his inside lining undulating acoss its hide. A pleasant vibration could be felt, the purring of the lion feeling very soothing. The tail was the only thing still exposed to the outside world, spreading his navel open slightly. Verdek let out a barking grunt as he felt the lion's paws grasping at his insides and sucking fiercely. His feral side reacted again, springing one last, deadly trap. His entire body would be felt by his prey, it would feel every sensation Verdek felt, encouage it to pleasure him all the more in its final moments. Not only was his feral side growing smarter and smarter, its sadistic tendencies multiplied as well. A Feral Remali would never be capable of the cruelty a Sentient Remali overpowered by its feral side was. Suddenly he felt his prey jerk violently in his belly, realizing the deadly trap that had been set upon its mind. IT held the trap in place all the harder as the lion struggled to free itself from his belly.

Verdek growled in continual pleasure as he felt the violent attacks, rising to his feet, head low. The lion's claws were pinned by the pulsing muscles around them, but he would not have to worry even if they were free. Many a wild animal no less ferocious had entered his body the same way, fighting and struggling the entire way in no less. Verdek's back hunched up into the air as he felt the hindclaws of the lion savagely trying to tear free, bulging out against his red skin in an indescribably pleasureable way. Soon he felt its fierce jaws closing upon his flesh and trying to pierce him, and nearly dropped to the ground again as more digestive fluids spurted upon the lion's face for his efforts. Forced to feel all the sensations he was causing, his prey's struggles soon weakened at the onslaught of pleasure. What he felt a moment later was not the same as before. IT reveled in the overowered lion's indecision as its actions weakened, from desperate defense, and then became an attempt to feel the most pleasure possible. Verdek stood there, drooling heavily onto the ground as his flesh was worked over in a way like never before, the lion willingly spending his last moments trying to pleasure the hunter once again. His navel relaxed, if only slightly, and a thin strand of fluid slowly oozed free, sliding down the twitching lion's tail and periodically splatting onto a increasingly damp pool beneath him. Gradually though, the digestive juices took their toll, and the movement began to slow....as it always did.

As Mitch lay in the bellybutton's interior, he could feel himself sinking. Not really feel, so much as see. The light was moving from the outside of the bellybutton's deep walls, which he still tried to rub against. Mitch had one shot... Reaching out with his mind, he pushed back the darkness enveloping it enough to open his jaws and mumble a string of magic... It wasn't one that just anyone knew, it was Old magic... And just as he finished the curse, he felt the darkness swallow his mind, shooting nothing but pleasure through his body while creeping icy claws into it, slowing his thoughts down... down more, until Mitch was no longer thinking. The mind connection was broken, the lion slowly becoming the soup he had enjoyed so much earlier. The navel closed about the dissolving interior soup, letting the tail hang out, still held in place by the fur strands on it. Mitch had enjoyed his trip to the last, fully satisfied. Soon, the only thing coming from Verdek's belly was gurgles as it digested him for food. The soupy mix was still splashing the bones against the sensitive navel walls, sharp shards poking in like giant needles against the lining, having about the same effect as the claws of the feline had.

There came a time when the tail protruding from his navel gave one last twitch and was still, and he felt one last full body tremble come from his prey. His feral side was sated for the moment, the chaos it had put his mind into gradually beginning to settle, Then he felt it. The cut. A sudden and definate ending of his contact to his prey's mind as it died. The jolt of pain into his mind was so harsh that it shocked Verdek's true personality into beginning to assert itself once again. The red haze receded from his vision a bit, and Verdek shook his head, dazed. His clouded mind gradually began to assemble bits and pieces of disjointed information, and suddenly it came to him all at once in one crushing blow. He had lost control! An innocent lion was.....dead.... Verdek glanced around to his bulging underside and watched in horror as the limp tail swayed in the light breeze. It was too much, and he went into a rage. Not a rage induced by IT, which he could still feel lingering in the back of his mind, but a burning fury at himself for being so powerless, being shackled to this body and not even in control. His fury was released upon the surrounding forest.

A deep gouge was torn across one tree, splinters of bark flying many feet away. How many more would he consume, driven by his infernal feral instincts!? His tail swiped around and the blade shrieked as it shorn straight through a boulder, leaving a smoking trail behind it, its outermost edge glowing a dull red fom the heat. His legs trembled and gave out under him, and he tore at the ground in anger, shredding through the underbrush and roots in a cloud of dirt. Standing back up, he released a roaring howl to the skies that sent flocks of birds into the air for miles around as he put every ounce of his frustration, sadness, and rage into it. He collapsed to the ground again, unable to stand any longer. "What have I done?" he thought, unable to help but see the image of the fox he had long ago been forced to silence forever. Was this some form of punishment for his actions long ago? Would the torment ever end? Whimpering, he rested his head upon his paws and closed his eyes against the pain, and a single tear rolled down his face.