Eaten By The Goo Hydra

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All the players had rolled a Nat 1.  And that meant they were going to get eaten by the goo hydra.
The hydra’s three heads—Zalia, Azal, and Gracie—all licked their lips as they stared down at the warriors.  There were three males—a cleric cat, a barbarian hound, and a rogue Pomeranian—and one female—a paladin tabby.
“Alright,” Azal said to Zalia and Gracie, controlling their tail mouth with a smile.  “Which pieces of food would you like, siblings?”
“I’m taking the girl,” Zalia said quickly.  She was feeling disgruntled about the whole thing.  “I don’t like boys.”
“Fair,” Azal said.  “Gracie, which ones do you want?”
Gracie blushed, smiling.  “W-Well, the rogue looks really tasty,” she said, licking her lips.  “Can I have him?”
“Of course.”  Azal turned to the group of warriors, already drooling.  “Then I’ll take the cleric, and have our tail mouth eat the barbarian.  This shall be quite good. . .”
The three heads and the tail mouth swooped down at the same time, snatching up the warriors into their mouths.  The cleric, barbarian, rogue, and paladin all screamed in surprise at the speed, and before they knew it, they were inside the goo hydra’s many maws.
The tabby tried to scratch the inside of Zalia’s mouth, but before she could, she was sucked inside the hydra’s throat with a /gulp!/  She writhed her body, struggling desperately, trying to escape with all of her might—but it wasn’t enough.  The hydra was stronger.  More and more of her was gulped down, squeezed into Zalia’s long neck, until, at last, the hydra made the final swallow, and pulled all of the paladin in.
Desperately, the tabby continued fighting inside the throat, hoping it would be enough for the predator to spit her up, but it was in vain.  She traveled down the tight, compact space, and soon, she reached her destination.
Her head popped into a wide cavern.  She heard grumbling and smelled acid, and immediately knew where this as going.  “No, please!” she screamed, trying to escape the stomach.  But all of her was thrown out of the throat, and inside the growling, hungry belly.
Meanwhile, Azal was having quite a good time with her prey.  She licked and teased the cleric, tasting the clothing and head of her feast numerous times.  And from the cleric’s hard cock, he was enjoying this as much as Azal was. . .
The cat blushed, unable to control his erection.  Why was he so turned on right now?  He should be terrified by this situation, and yet he was utterly and completely aroused.  Why did being eaten make him react like this?
He tried to get it together.  He had to get out of here, to escape the monster!  But before he could gather his senses, a /slorp/ sucked him into the throat of the hydra, where his head was squeezed tightly.  Unfortunately, now that the process had begun, there was no escaping for the poor cat.
Azal easily swallowed her delicious prey down, loving how much the cleric was enjoying this—it was indeed very amusing.  The warrior was forced further and further in the hydra’s long esophagus, until, finally, his feet were swallowed, and he was all in.
The cleric traveled down the neck, waiting for his fate.  And then, he popped into the stomach: it greeted him with a loud growl, and he landed next to the paladin.  He watched in awe as acid dripped all around him, getting on his armor.  Fuck, that was a turn on. . .
Meanwhile, the rogue struggled and fought in Gracie’s mouth, but she held on tight—she may be shy, but when it came to prey, she was determined to keep it.  She licked and sucked at the Pomeranian like he was a lollipop—and her eyes widened at the delicate flavor that came from his bare head.  It was absolutely delicious, and it made the belly growl louder—she needed him in there /now/.
And so the rogue was quickly gulped into her throat—he screamed in surprise as she speedily sucked him down, and tried to stop the process, but his struggles were useless.  All it did was make Gracie even hungrier, and make her gut grumble louder.
Finally, all of the Pomeranian was completely stuffed in the throat, and he was forced down the hydra’s neck.  When he landed in the stomach, he screamed when he realized where he was, but he could do nothing to change his fate: the rogue was plopped in with the others, stuffing the belly full.
But there was still one more piece to eat.  Controlling the tail mouth, Azal sucked in the barbarian, gulping the hound down.  The prey struggled and fought, trying to wrestle his way out of the tail, but Azal sucked him in, smirking.
The barbarian was forced into the throat and sucked deeper and deeper, forced down the long tail of the hydra.  He continued to struggle, but it was no use—Azal was stronger.
The hound was forced into the intestines of the hydra, traveling down into the depths of the beast.  And soon, he landed inside the stomach, popping in from the bottom.
The other three already in the stomach cried out in surprise as the barbarian traveled upward inside.  He struggled and thrashed, trying to go back down, but the strength of the intestinal muscles were too much.  Soon, all of him was emptied inside the stomach.
And there it was.  Four warriors were inside the goo hydra’s stomach, pressed about by the hungry belly.
And at that moment, the cleric came, spurting cum in their pants and gasping in delight.  Everyone looked at him in surprise, and as he came down from his high, he blushed, embarrassed.
The four stewed in the belly, and soon, they would be broken down. . .
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The DM looked up from the battle scene.
“Well.  Want to make new characters now, everyone?”