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"Acting so self righteous! 'Wait here, you'll only get in the way', he said. I'll show him who gets in who's way! And he seemed like such a nice guy too! Last time I trust the internet!" Kara fumed, stomping along. Decked out in a leather jerkin and pants, she carried a sword easily as long as she was tall. She searched the horizon, having been walking due west for several minutes. What she couldn't have known was that, at the same time in precisely the opposite direction, Trace and Hiro were busy killing Spartans. "So, where are those drifters, anyway?" She stopped, noticing something odd nearby. There was a giant armed…thing, for lack of a better word, standing several yards away. Its shape hinted at it having once been human, but the grotesque thing it had become hinted at little more then an animal.

Kara eyed the thing curiously, instinctively gripping the hilt of her really long sword. /That thing right there…Is that one of those things that Hiro and Trace were talking about? It looks pretty damn disgusting! Well, I should be able to handle it easily enough./ "Hey, you! Authorized personnel in this dimension, only! Get back to your home dimension, or I'm gonna kick your ass back there!" The thing roared, a comically tiny head on its comparably massive body, the beast turned shuffling forward monkey like. Kara's blade sang through the air, picking off a wild punch. She staggered wildly, her blade nearly ripped from her grasp. Her eyes wide, she tore away from the beast, rolling away from yet another punch. /The hell?! This thing is way too strong! What in the nine blazes is it??/ She gripped her blade tighter, leveling a great slash at the thing's head. Withdrawing the blade quickly, she ducked under yet another punch aimed at her face. She threw another slash at the monster's face, but another fist flew, connecting solidly against her stomach. She flew away, catapulted several yards away by the sheer brute force. "Aah...uuh...nnn..." Her mind was in a complete state of shock. She couldn't even talk as the monstrosity walked closer.

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Trace staggered, a massive pulse rocking him forward. Hiro easily slipped in during the Spartan's confusion, grabbing his head and twisting before the poor spartan even knew what was going on. Down he went, limp as a sack of flour.

"What the hell was that!?" Trace shouted, bolting to the west, in the direction of the pulse. He ignored Hiro's order to wait, snatching up his katana as he passed it.

"Dammit it Trace, stop! If I remember right, that's a Tank! You can't take it on by yourself!" Hiro growled, his axe stuck solidly in the crushed spartan's head. He steadied the corpse, throwing all his weight back, but the axe remained stuck. /Dammit, why now of all times!?/ He wondered, growling as he threw his weight back again. The axe wouldn't come out, no matter what he tried.

"Sorry Hiro! I have a hunch Kara's doing something stupid, and I've got to save her!" Trace growled, putting on a burst of speed, head lowered. /Kara...don't die./

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Kara's kick bounced off the thing's head, having no real effect as she bounced back. /Dammit, this isn't getting anywhere.../ She glanced back behind her, at the sword embedded in the ground. The thing had struck it out of her hand when she had tried to block another blow. /This thing is really starting to piss me off!/ Kara ducked under another punch, responding in kind, again to no visible effect. She set her feet against another punch, using the force to propel herself far away while minimizing the damage she took. /This is turning into a real endurance match.../ Hearing a roar behind her, Kara instinctively dived to the side, barely dodging another monstrosity. This latest foe barreled right past her with abandon, the sick sound of flesh crashing against flesh resonating as it barreled into the monkey looking enemy. "What the hell is that!?" Kara gaped, slack jawed as the newest monstrosity, bearing one gigantic arm and a comically tiny arm, turned towards her, reaching to grab her shirt.

Somersaulting back, Kara landed on her hands and feet, glaring at her opponents. "What the hell are these things, and what the hell is going on?"

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Trace slid to a stop, gripping his katana hilt as he knelt to study the ground. He didn't know jack about tracking, but he didn't need to be a ranger to see the signs that the earth had been turn up by something; something bearing a humoungously oversized arm. "This is turning into one big hassle."

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"Let go of me!" Kara roared, the lopsided foe gripping her by her top. She was starting to develop a severe headache from being bashed into the ground, and she was REALLY starting to lose her temper. She took her claws, embedding them deep into the thing's wrist. It roared in pain, flinging her away as blood spurted from the wound.

"Ow, that seriously hurt...I need help..." Kara moaned in agony, coughing up blood as she stood up, favoring one of her legs. She shook her head taking up her sword again as the one armed creature charged at her again. "I'm getting sick and tired of this bull crap..."

She shook her head, hefting her blade as the thing neared-

A thin flash of light suddenly sprouted, moving rapidly from one side to the other. The charging creature tumbled head over heels, stopping just in front of Kara's feet. "What was that!?" She shouted, looking at the dead creature to the direction the attack had come from. "TRACE!"

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Trace groaned, shaking his head as exhaustion threatened to overtake his body, several feet away. "Rave slash really...takes it out of me..." He walked towards Kara, putting the blade on his shoulder. "Hey, you ok, girl?" /She looks pretty beat up. I guess she's lucky that she didn't die./

"Do I look like I'm alright!?"She shouted back, grimacing as white hot pain lanced through her leg. "What took you so long?"

"I'm...sorry..." Before Trace could say anything more, the 'monkey' roared, a hurled slab of earth catching Kara square in the face. She went down to the floor, groaning as blood dripped down her forehead.

"Dammit!" Trace hefted his katana, charging towards the 'monkey'. /That damn Tank! I'll re-introduce it to the concept of 'Eternal Slumber'!/ Trace AND his opponent both stopped in midstep, a pulse resonating around them.

"The Gate! We're being gated out!" Trace growled, forcing himself to move next to Kara as the Tank roared loudly at him from across the rip.

Trace kneeled next to Kara, trying to get her up. "Come on! Get up get up, you can't afford to sit around!" Trace grimaced, shouting as pain lanced through his head as well. The Tank had caught him in the back of the head with another slab of earth. "Mother-"

Reaching under his jacket, he pulled out a magnum revolver, aiming at the Tank. "I don't like using guns, but you aren't leaving me much choice!"

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/Where am I? My body's so stiff. Am I dead? No, I can't be dead! I can still hear Trace! Why can't I move?/ Kara groaned, trying her best to move despite the immense heaviness.

"-ave no intention of just handing her over," she heard Trace say seriously, seemingly right in front of her. Yet, for some reason, his voice was oddly faint, as though he was really small.

"You'd abandon your own race to protect one of those things? The catfolk are our greatest enemies! She's only going to eat you when she wakes up!" A male voice, equally faint, roared back.

"If she eats me, then so be it. Justice wouldn't let me stand idly by while you torture this catgirl. Now leave!"

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Trace waved his arm imperiously, a hand on his sheathed katana. In front of him were three human males, all in peasant clothes. "I won't see fit to warn you again; Be gone!"

The man in the middle, apparently the leader, stepped forward bravely, hefting a large woodcutter's axe. "I don't care what you say, we're killing that catgirl before she kills us!"

Trace growled, settling into an Iai stance as he glanced behind him at the sleeping catgirl, who now completely dwarfed him on a scale he hadn't thought possible. /She's a freakin giant now! How the hell'd she get so big? More importantly, where's that Tank? I know it's in this dimension somewhere!/

"You choose to ignore my warnings, then? I won't be responsible for your deaths. Come!"

The lead peasant started forward with a roar, but his companion grabbing his wrist made him stop short.

"Sir, we can't defeat him. Look at his eyes. He's really planning to kill us all if we take even one step," the young boy pleaded, the light hunter's spear in his hand shaking madly. "Please sir, I don't want to die..."

"He talks a big game, but he's still just one man. If you're not going to help, stay out of our way! You can beg for forgiveness later!"

"B-but sir!"

Trace watched the exchange carefully, his hand gripping his still sheathed katana tightly. "The boy's wisdom is beyond his years. You'd do well to listen to him. If not, then come."

The other man shivered, sensing what the youth had picked up in Trace's eyes. "He's right, his eyes..." He shuddered, pale. "Those eyes...if you want to die, do it on your own! I have a wife and kids to take care of!"

"Hey you! You cowards!" The leader turned, slamming his axe into the ground. "He's just one person! What can he do against the three of us?"

Suddenly, a loud moan was heard, Kara sitting up dazedly rubbing her eyes. "Ugh, my head...What's going...on?" A hand, large enough to crush seven cars sitting bumper to bumper reached over, grabbing the leader by the back of his shirt. "Why're you making such a racket when someone's trying to sleep?"

The man sputtered, swinging wildly with his axe, though it did little but cut air. "Hands off me, foul beast! Long have my comrades lain in fear of you and your kind, but no more! We, the humans of Nekosia, will overthrow you overgrown cats!"

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/Is that all that this is about...?/ Kara refrained from sighing in annoyance, glaring at the rude man in her hand. She flicked the axe out of his hand, almost tearing his arm off in the process as she eyed him curiously. /I have time to worry about my sudden change in size later./ "So, you don't intend to give up, regardless of the consequences?"

The man shivered uncertainly looking down at the two men remaining on the floor. He shook his head, balling his fists and glaring at the catgirl, standing his ground (figuratively speaking. It's hard to stand on ground well over a mile below.) "I'm not scared of you, you stupid cat!"

Kara sighed, casting her eyes downward gloomily as the man continued to yell curses at her. The other two, as well as Trace, were standing on the ground, watching the proceedings with fear or, in Trace's case, interest.

/Well, now that it's come this far, I can't exactly turn back now. Hope this doesn't creep Trace out too much./ With a small sigh, she unceremoniously tossed her prey into her mouth, sealing him in pitch black darkness as she licked him over and over, teasing him with her teeth.

"S-S-She's eatting him! We've gotta go warn the others! You'd better leave too, stranger!" The young boy shouted at Trace before running, following behind the remaining man.

"Kara's eatting him," Trace muttered, eyes wide in shock and disbelief.

The old man was in a panick struggling to get back to the entrance, though he was too turned around by the tongue and saliva to have any clue where her lips were. "Dammit, someone, get me out of here! This cat's trying to eat me!" He shouted, beating against her teeth with his bare hands, to no avail. "HELP!" Kara shuddered, slightly, moaning softly as her tongue wrapped around the man's ankles, dragging him closer and closer to her throat.

GULP!

She could feel her prey's struggles in her throat as he slid oh-so-slowly towards her stomach and his doom. With an almost inaudible splash, she felt more then heard the former leader land in her stomach, beating his hands against her stomach walls. /It's been so long since my last live meal...it really has been too long.../ Pleasurable thoughts passed though Kara's mind, her face as red as a tomato at harvest time, licking her lips in joy. /Maybe...I could have just one more.../

"H-Hey! Kara! Let me go! This isn't funny!"

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Trace struggled madly, pressing against Kara's lips with his arms. With his legs inside her mouth, and the rest of him rapidly trying to follow after, he was in a really tight spot. Trace growled, kicking wildly as Kara lifted her hand, gently pushing him in with a finger. Still Trace resisted, the feel of Kara licking his legs through his jeans only driving him to further levels of desperation. "Like hell...I'm gonna...become a meal!" Trace shouted wildly, before he plopped into her mouth with a small pop.

"Yuck..." He gagged, saliva landing in his mouth as Kara's tongue bodyslammed his back, the sound of Kara giggling echoing maddeningly in his ears. "Hey, get off me! I'm not your chew toy!" Trace struggled to sit up, fighting back against Kara's tongue as he was literally bathed in her saliva. "I will not surrender!"

With a stumble, he avoided the tongue, running to kick at her teeth with all the strength he could muster, but Kara just giggled, pushing him against her teeth with her tongue, before hooking his shirt and dragging him back towards her throat.

"HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY! Not this way! That way! Towards the exit!" Trace shouted, kicking madly. "Kara!" Trace shouted again, glancing over his shoulder. A chill descended over his body when he saw Kara's throat, looming below him, a dark passage into an even darker abyss. He could still hear the terrified, pained screaming of her stomach's soon-to-be-dead occupant, and tripled his thrashing, somehow managing to unhook himself. He ran away from the throat, tripping over his heavy jeans as Kara's tongue pressed him down against her inner jaw.

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A familiar, faint scream shook Kara out of her reverie. Suckling on her current victim, she looked around. "Hey, where'd Trace go? Trace? Trace! Where are you, and why are you screaming?"

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"Acting so self righteous! 'Wait here, you'll only get in the way', he said. I'll show him who gets in who's way! And he seemed like such a nice guy too! Last time I trust the internet!" Kara fumed, stomping along. Decked out in a leather jerkin and pants, she carried a sword easily as long as she was tall. She searched the horizon, having been walking due west for several minutes. What she couldn't have known was that, at the same time in precisely the opposite direction, Trace and Hiro were busy killing Spartans. "So, where are those drifters, anyway?" She stopped, noticing something odd nearby. There was a giant armed…thing, for lack of a better word, standing several yards away. Its shape hinted at it having once been human, but the grotesque thing it had become hinted at little more then an animal.

Kara eyed the thing curiously, instinctively gripping the hilt of her really long sword. /That thing right there…Is that one of those things that Hiro and Trace were talking about? It looks pretty damn disgusting! Well, I should be able to handle it easily enough./ "Hey, you! Authorized personnel in this dimension, only! Get back to your home dimension, or I'm gonna kick your ass back there!" The thing roared, a comically tiny head on its comparably massive body, the beast turned shuffling forward monkey like. Kara's blade sang through the air, picking off a wild punch. She staggered wildly, her blade nearly ripped from her grasp. Her eyes wide, she tore away from the beast, rolling away from yet another punch. /The hell?! This thing is way too strong! What in the nine blazes is it??/ She gripped her blade tighter, leveling a great slash at the thing's head. Withdrawing the blade quickly, she ducked under yet another punch aimed at her face. She threw another slash at the monster's face, but another fist flew, connecting solidly against her stomach. She flew away, catapulted several yards away by the sheer brute force. "Aah...uuh...nnn..." Her mind was in a complete state of shock. She couldn't even talk as the monstrosity walked closer.

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Trace staggered, a massive pulse rocking him forward. Hiro easily slipped in during the Spartan's confusion, grabbing his head and twisting before the poor spartan even knew what was going on. Down he went, limp as a sack of flour.

"What the hell was that!?" Trace shouted, bolting to the west, in the direction of the pulse. He ignored Hiro's order to wait, snatching up his katana as he passed it.

"Dammit it Trace, stop! If I remember right, that's a Tank! You can't take it on by yourself!" Hiro growled, his axe stuck solidly in the crushed spartan's head. He steadied the corpse, throwing all his weight back, but the axe remained stuck. /Dammit, why now of all times!?/ He wondered, growling as he threw his weight back again. The axe wouldn't come out, no matter what he tried.

"Sorry Hiro! I have a hunch Kara's doing something stupid, and I've got to save her!" Trace growled, putting on a burst of speed, head lowered. /Kara...don't die./

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Kara's kick bounced off the thing's head, having no real effect as she bounced back. /Dammit, this isn't getting anywhere.../ She glanced back behind her, at the sword embedded in the ground. The thing had struck it out of her hand when she had tried to block another blow. /This thing is really starting to piss me off!/ Kara ducked under another punch, responding in kind, again to no visible effect. She set her feet against another punch, using the force to propel herself far away while minimizing the damage she took. /This is turning into a real endurance match.../ Hearing a roar behind her, Kara instinctively dived to the side, barely dodging another monstrosity. This latest foe barreled right past her with abandon, the sick sound of flesh crashing against flesh resonating as it barreled into the monkey looking enemy. "What the hell is that!?" Kara gaped, slack jawed as the newest monstrosity, bearing one gigantic arm and a comically tiny arm, turned towards her, reaching to grab her shirt.

Somersaulting back, Kara landed on her hands and feet, glaring at her opponents. "What the hell are these things, and what the hell is going on?"

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Trace slid to a stop, gripping his katana hilt as he knelt to study the ground. He didn't know jack about tracking, but he didn't need to be a ranger to see the signs that the earth had been turn up by something; something bearing a humoungously oversized arm. "This is turning into one big hassle."

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"Let go of me!" Kara roared, the lopsided foe gripping her by her top. She was starting to develop a severe headache from being bashed into the ground, and she was REALLY starting to lose her temper. She took her claws, embedding them deep into the thing's wrist. It roared in pain, flinging her away as blood spurted from the wound.

"Ow, that seriously hurt...I need help..." Kara moaned in agony, coughing up blood as she stood up, favoring one of her legs. She shook her head taking up her sword again as the one armed creature charged at her again. "I'm getting sick and tired of this bull crap..."

She shook her head, hefting her blade as the thing neared-

A thin flash of light suddenly sprouted, moving rapidly from one side to the other. The charging creature tumbled head over heels, stopping just in front of Kara's feet. "What was that!?" She shouted, looking at the dead creature to the direction the attack had come from. "TRACE!"

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Trace groaned, shaking his head as exhaustion threatened to overtake his body, several feet away. "Rave slash really...takes it out of me..." He walked towards Kara, putting the blade on his shoulder. "Hey, you ok, girl?" /She looks pretty beat up. I guess she's lucky that she didn't die./

"Do I look like I'm alright!?"She shouted back, grimacing as white hot pain lanced through her leg. "What took you so long?"

"I'm...sorry..." Before Trace could say anything more, the 'monkey' roared, a hurled slab of earth catching Kara square in the face. She went down to the floor, groaning as blood dripped down her forehead.

"Dammit!" Trace hefted his katana, charging towards the 'monkey'. /That damn Tank! I'll re-introduce it to the concept of 'Eternal Slumber'!/ Trace AND his opponent both stopped in midstep, a pulse resonating around them.

"The Gate! We're being gated out!" Trace growled, forcing himself to move next to Kara as the Tank roared loudly at him from across the rip.

Trace kneeled next to Kara, trying to get her up. "Come on! Get up get up, you can't afford to sit around!" Trace grimaced, shouting as pain lanced through his head as well. The Tank had caught him in the back of the head with another slab of earth. "Mother-"

Reaching under his jacket, he pulled out a magnum revolver, aiming at the Tank. "I don't like using guns, but you aren't leaving me much choice!"

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/Where am I? My body's so stiff. Am I dead? No, I can't be dead! I can still hear Trace! Why can't I move?/ Kara groaned, trying her best to move despite the immense heaviness.

"-ave no intention of just handing her over," she heard Trace say seriously, seemingly right in front of her. Yet, for some reason, his voice was oddly faint, as though he was really small.

"You'd abandon your own race to protect one of those things? The catfolk are our greatest enemies! She's only going to eat you when she wakes up!" A male voice, equally faint, roared back.

"If she eats me, then so be it. Justice wouldn't let me stand idly by while you torture this catgirl. Now leave!"

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Trace waved his arm imperiously, a hand on his sheathed katana. In front of him were three human males, all in peasant clothes. "I won't see fit to warn you again; Be gone!"

The man in the middle, apparently the leader, stepped forward bravely, hefting a large woodcutter's axe. "I don't care what you say, we're killing that catgirl before she kills us!"

Trace growled, settling into an Iai stance as he glanced behind him at the sleeping catgirl, who now completely dwarfed him on a scale he hadn't thought possible. /She's a freakin giant now! How the hell'd she get so big? More importantly, where's that Tank? I know it's in this dimension somewhere!/

"You choose to ignore my warnings, then? I won't be responsible for your deaths. Come!"

The lead peasant started forward with a roar, but his companion grabbing his wrist made him stop short.

"Sir, we can't defeat him. Look at his eyes. He's really planning to kill us all if we take even one step," the young boy pleaded, the light hunter's spear in his hand shaking madly. "Please sir, I don't want to die..."

"He talks a big game, but he's still just one man. If you're not going to help, stay out of our way! You can beg for forgiveness later!"

"B-but sir!"

Trace watched the exchange carefully, his hand gripping his still sheathed katana tightly. "The boy's wisdom is beyond his years. You'd do well to listen to him. If not, then come."

The other man shivered, sensing what the youth had picked up in Trace's eyes. "He's right, his eyes..." He shuddered, pale. "Those eyes...if you want to die, do it on your own! I have a wife and kids to take care of!"

"Hey you! You cowards!" The leader turned, slamming his axe into the ground. "He's just one person! What can he do against the three of us?"

Suddenly, a loud moan was heard, Kara sitting up dazedly rubbing her eyes. "Ugh, my head...What's going...on?" A hand, large enough to crush seven cars sitting bumper to bumper reached over, grabbing the leader by the back of his shirt. "Why're you making such a racket when someone's trying to sleep?"

The man sputtered, swinging wildly with his axe, though it did little but cut air. "Hands off me, foul beast! Long have my comrades lain in fear of you and your kind, but no more! We, the humans of Nekosia, will overthrow you overgrown cats!"

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/Is that all that this is about...?/ Kara refrained from sighing in annoyance, glaring at the rude man in her hand. She flicked the axe out of his hand, almost tearing his arm off in the process as she eyed him curiously. /I have time to worry about my sudden change in size later./ "So, you don't intend to give up, regardless of the consequences?"

The man shivered uncertainly looking down at the two men remaining on the floor. He shook his head, balling his fists and glaring at the catgirl, standing his ground (figuratively speaking. It's hard to stand on ground well over a mile below.) "I'm not scared of you, you stupid cat!"

Kara sighed, casting her eyes downward gloomily as the man continued to yell curses at her. The other two, as well as Trace, were standing on the ground, watching the proceedings with fear or, in Trace's case, interest.

/Well, now that it's come this far, I can't exactly turn back now. Hope this doesn't creep Trace out too much./ With a small sigh, she unceremoniously tossed her prey into her mouth, sealing him in pitch black darkness as she licked him over and over, teasing him with her teeth.

"S-S-She's eatting him! We've gotta go warn the others! You'd better leave too, stranger!" The young boy shouted at Trace before running, following behind the remaining man.

"Kara's eatting him," Trace muttered, eyes wide in shock and disbelief.

The old man was in a panick struggling to get back to the entrance, though he was too turned around by the tongue and saliva to have any clue where her lips were. "Dammit, someone, get me out of here! This cat's trying to eat me!" He shouted, beating against her teeth with his bare hands, to no avail. "HELP!" Kara shuddered, slightly, moaning softly as her tongue wrapped around the man's ankles, dragging him closer and closer to her throat.

GULP!

She could feel her prey's struggles in her throat as he slid oh-so-slowly towards her stomach and his doom. With an almost inaudible splash, she felt more then heard the former leader land in her stomach, beating his hands against her stomach walls. /It's been so long since my last live meal...it really has been too long.../ Pleasurable thoughts passed though Kara's mind, her face as red as a tomato at harvest time, licking her lips in joy. /Maybe...I could have just one more.../

"H-Hey! Kara! Let me go! This isn't funny!"

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Trace struggled madly, pressing against Kara's lips with his arms. With his legs inside her mouth, and the rest of him rapidly trying to follow after, he was in a really tight spot. Trace growled, kicking wildly as Kara lifted her hand, gently pushing him in with a finger. Still Trace resisted, the feel of Kara licking his legs through his jeans only driving him to further levels of desperation. "Like hell...I'm gonna...become a meal!" Trace shouted wildly, before he plopped into her mouth with a small pop.

"Yuck..." He gagged, saliva landing in his mouth as Kara's tongue bodyslammed his back, the sound of Kara giggling echoing maddeningly in his ears. "Hey, get off me! I'm not your chew toy!" Trace struggled to sit up, fighting back against Kara's tongue as he was literally bathed in her saliva. "I will not surrender!"

With a stumble, he avoided the tongue, running to kick at her teeth with all the strength he could muster, but Kara just giggled, pushing him against her teeth with her tongue, before hooking his shirt and dragging him back towards her throat.

"HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY! Not this way! That way! Towards the exit!" Trace shouted, kicking madly. "Kara!" Trace shouted again, glancing over his shoulder. A chill descended over his body when he saw Kara's throat, looming below him, a dark passage into an even darker abyss. He could still hear the terrified, pained screaming of her stomach's soon-to-be-dead occupant, and tripled his thrashing, somehow managing to unhook himself. He ran away from the throat, tripping over his heavy jeans as Kara's tongue pressed him down against her inner jaw.

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A familiar, faint scream shook Kara out of her reverie. Suckling on her current victim, she looked around. "Hey, where'd Trace go? Trace? Trace! Where are you, and why are you screaming?"