The blue demoness cackled, swaying her massive hips. Glaring at Sailor Moon, she shot a gaze that pierced through the scout leader's trance state. "Mm, your friend is delicious... writhing through my bowels..." Moon winced and assumed her fighting stance.

"You... monster! We may not get along, but I wouldn't wish this on even..." she paused momentarily. She actually found the thought of Mars being sucked up a backside humorous, and had to stifle a giggle. "On even... *snrk* even my worst enemy!" The demoness smirked. Even she could appreciate the humor, though not for long, as rapture soon overtook her. The raven-haired scout within had just popped into her stomach. Of course, anyone outside probably wouldn't know; her extremely pronounced hourglass shape didn't seem to be distorted at all with any bulges or bumps on the outside. How it was possible was a secret known only to her. Straightening her face, she resumed her snakelike demeanor.

"Well, that's too bad, little girl. It's happened, and there's nothing you can do to change it now!" she hissed. Sailor Moon was offset by this, her own restrained mirth shocked out of her. "But don't worry, I'll be sending you to join her sssoon..." The demoness' face became much more serpent-like, her eyes narrowing, her tongue flicking out of her mouth.

Moon grumbled, and reached for her tiara. This time, she didn't recite any speech; she saw what happened to Mars, and didn't want to give this snakelike woman the chance to do the same to her. "Moon, tiara, action!!" Her weapon sailed toward the demoness...