Sooth his stomach

Ali was being thrown from left to right, swirled around with the massive pool of digestive acid and brew, while the Husky had begun dancing with some folks at the party. He was mostly imitating other anthros with swollen guts, moving her belly from one side to the other, sloshing everything that was inside, and occasionally squishing his gut against another anthro's, forcing everything inside to get crushed and compressed over and over, as their guts gurgled in unison.

The young prince was very much in pain, barely able to understand what was going on, only able to hear the loud gurgles his squeezing prison made, and the drunken laughter of the Husky, as the temperature rose and the pool of liquid started to boil with him sloshing inside it. He knew that the Husky couldn't be able to hear him, nor did he think upsetting his stomach would do him any good. Though he wasn't considering letting himself be digested by a drunk mutt, he remembered the lesson the Jackal taught him and hoped that it would be enough to stop his stomach from melting him until the night is over.

The Husky kept on wobbling his filled stomach along with the music, from one side to the other. Inside Ali had managed to calm down enough to understand the rhythm of his swirls, then started to move his body with the same rhythm as the swaying stomach. Instead of being thrown around, or upsetting the stomach, he managed to find balance and move alongside the moving gut. The Husky's movement became more powerful now that what was inside his belly was moving along his dance moves, the gurgling noise slowly started to soothe, and the temperature slowly declined enough to stop boiling Ali inside. Though nothing stopped the Husky from squeezing his bloated belly against the other folks in the tavern, occasionally knowing a person or two over, while every time crushing Ali's body incredibly hard, to the point he almost fell unconscious multiple times. Thankfully he pulled through and continued soothing the Husky's belly while he had fun.

With the stomach practically filled with beer and digestive acid, whenever the Husky shoved his belly against a wall or someone else's, compressing everything inside, a lot of disgusting liquids was forced inside Ali's maw and nostrils, involuntarily making him more dizzy. He didn't know how much longer he could stay in rhythm, or even awake for that matter, his body started aching and hurting from being crushed so many times by the stomach walls and the Husky's frantic movement. Eventually his ears started to get quieter and eyes to darken, he thought this was it, that he was going to die there, melting into another layer of a forgetful Husky ass.

But then all the movement stopped, the Husky had begun to breathe heavily, almost gasping for air. After a few seconds of silence, he could feel him sit down and his hands on top of the stomach, moving in a circular motion and squeezing on the surface. He must've gotten tired and took a break, Ali thought. It was his chance to remind him of his existence before his stomach starts digesting him again. He was ready to scream and kick his stomach to notify him, then he heard snoring, very loud snoring, with each snore his prison vibrated a little, it didn't take long for him to realise that the Husky was snoring. He had fallen asleep!

It's only a matter of time before his stomach automatically starts digesting him, he has to do something, now!