"Ahhhhhahahah~ I told you not to follow me to the hunting grounds today, Chris~ You know what happens when I allow my feral side out~" The well-fed Prince chuckled, squeezing his stomach tightly, forcing most of the fresh air out and leaving his faithful companion to stew within his stomach with bits of meat and rice he'd eaten for breakfast before hunting.

The Guardsman was staying in there for a while, and he knew it, but beyond his muffled words of protest, the human had a thick blush across the middle of his face, the air growing thin as his lord's stomach tightened and stayed that way, thanks to the magic he had taught his lord. He was curled tightly, flesh rubbing in at him from every conceivable angle.

The two would rest soon, but the prince was overjoyed currently, and behind his darkened goggles, his eyes twinkled with that very joy. It was up to the prince to decide on the end result; Digest his Gaurd for his carelessness today, or to nap and allow his body only to contain his friend and release him later, for another test....

Time would tell, but they'd both continue tomorrow like always, Prince and Gaurd, faithful companions.