"Just put me out of my misery," you tell the Ursaring.
The bear shrugs. She takes hold of you with both hands, then forces you down her throat.
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Ursaring is awoken from her slumber by an aching pain in her intestines. She sits up in her den, still groggy from such a sudden awakening. She looks down at her belly; the bulge is still extremely large. She makes note of the sunlight shining through the cave's opening, "it must be almost noon," she says, putting a hand on her belly, "and that Goodra isn't even close to done." She stands up slowly, the additional weight from the dragon digesting inside her making it quite challenging. Once up, she makes her way out of the cave and into the forest.
She finds a nice looking tree, then squats down in front of it.
She spends the next several minutes relieving herself of the remains of her digested prey, all the while dreading how many more trips back she'll have to make as the rest of the Goodra in her stomach breaks down.
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After emptying her intestines, she slowly makes her way back to her den. Upon arrival, she awkwardly gets down onto her back on the cold stone floor, "I might as well go back to sleep," she mumbles to herself, "It'll take at least a few days to digest the rest of this." She closes her eyes and readies herself to rest until her next bowel movement.
