((Okay! Should be back from move and able to most more often now. ^^))<br/><br/>As the imperial mage continues wriggling her way patiently free of Delia's throat, she growls in irritation at what she feels is a mocking laugh erupting all around her. With shoulders and chest emerging into the succubus's mouth and hands groping blindly and slippery just outside her maw with clear slime for anything they can cling to for leverage, the bulge in Delia's throat sports a pair of very noticeable bulges that seems to be holding up Katje's attempts to wriggle her way free. It *was* strange- she could clearly remember when a mortal like this wouldn't even have been worth paying a second thought to, let alone having to swallow a second time. And surely a paltry sorceress like this wouldn't have tasted quite so good- or more accurately, the arcane power she had wouldn't have been as fiercely coveted by her system before her exile. Now, though, it seemed to be like a stream running over dry ground, with the dust trying to suck up as much of it as possible and leave no trace of what had been. That same aching need pushed the succubus to try to gulp Katje down again. It couldn't be quite called hunger, though Delia's body hungered for the mage's flesh; instead, something in Delia's soul<span style="font-style: italic">needed</span>the mage's power for itself in a way that went quite beyond hunger and into something far darker and more fundamental. Delia wanted everything that mage was sealed inside her belly until there wasn't a trace of usable nutrition or mana left to be wrung out and added to her, the remains to be casually disposed of over the side of the ship. And this mage was trying to delay a culmination that... proper? It was honestly shocking.<br/><br/>Craning her head back, the succubus's throat muscles go back to work. Around Katje's chest, her esophageal muscles squeeze and gain purchase on the slick, half-flattened orbs. That's all her experienced (if oddly weak) throat needs, and before Katje can get any more than hands free from her lips she finds herself being pulled back into Delia's body. Hands pass over the succubus's tongue once more, giving Delia another taste of her chosen meal. Even coated as it was with Delia's own acids, the taste was still unmistakeably clear and prompted her half-full stomach to groan with longing around Katje's feet, which had never managed to escape that fleshy sac. The rest of the mage, fighting and squirming all the way, is dragged back into the succubus with little extra fuss. Immediately, she begins turning around and repositioning, and Delia feels her hands pushing at and trying to get back into the succubus's throat and out of the welcoming but hungry stomach. Whether it's because she hadn't eaten for a while or because of her heritage, the stomach squeezes tightly around Katje. Her bulge shows every contour of her body where Delia's garment had slightly torn, and the mage's every struggle is clear for everyone to see. Of themselves, Delia's hands go to the writhing stomach, cupping the mage's rear with one hand and gently pushing down on Katje's head with the other in soft but undeniable caresses. Something about the way she's caressing herself has an infernally pleasant feel to it- slow, hypnotizing strokes of her meal's form drain some of the fervor from Katje's attempts to escape. And luckily so- Delia feels one arm get through and push up to her chest, fingertips just next to her thudding heart, but Delia's reflexes pull the arm back into her stomach and seals Katje in with a much more emphatic *glurk* noise. Acids go back to soaking the mage's form, and hungry stomach walls caress her body and melting clothes all over while Katje's eventual fate is spelled out in loving detail. "I refuse-" Katje pants, then breaks off to cough as some of Delia's juices trickle down her throat. Instead of continuing the argument, Katje screams in wordless frustration and beats the sides of Delia's stomach as the succubus turns her attention to her friends.<br/><br/>The rabbit sailor's watching Delia over her shoulder as she swallows the mage back down, forebearing comment as she repositions Garth. In other circumstances, the near-berserker orc would be in a pleasant position- the rabbit has him in a bearhug, his snarling face hidden between her softly furred breasts as she controls his injury-weakened struggles without much efort. "Cute? Well, aren't my ears burning," she snorts with a flick of one of those ears. "Anyway, as fun as this would be-" She breaks off as the spell fires, coating Garth with a thin glaze of something shiny. Looking a little bemused, the rabbit leans down and gives Garth a long lick up the side of his head. "Oooh! Strawberry-butter!" She says. "You shouldn't have- that's my favorite on male humans... elves... orcs are close enough," she says with a sniff. Though Garth starts struggling to get free and his newly slippery body gives him an advantage, the sailor controls his struggles while dragging him slowly away from Delia. Opening her mouth wide, she daintly pries Garth's head from between her breasts leaving a pair of shiny smears on her clothes, getting his head into her mouth. With a moan of pleasure loud enough for everyone to hear, she starts gulping Garth's larger, stronger-looking body down. It's quick, but obviously difficult. While the grease lubricates his slide into the rabbit's throat, it also makes it easy for him to claim a few inches back. While Delia goes about restraining and holding her own meal in, she's treated to a show of Garth's lower body sliding in and out of the rabbit, back and forth. The blissful look on her enemy's face is all Delia needs to know that she might be enjoying her live meal perhaps half as much as Delia enjoyed hers. Quickly, though, she gulps down a pair of kicking, pale green feet and burps a little as Garth slides into her stomach. Setting her stance wider, the rabbit clearly has had practice moving with a full stomach before, and doesn't seem very troubled by the orc's struggles inside her.<br/><br/>Still, as the rabbit looks around, she doesn't like what she sees- only her erstwhile companion is still up and fighting, and from the look in that centaur's eye not for much longer. Through gritted teeth, the elven lieutenant growls, "Those are the Empire's prisoners- help me with these-"<br/><br/>"Ah, of course," the rabbit says between licks of a long tongue wiping grease from her lips. "And just as soon as you, dear, get the rest of these escaped prisoners into their cells, I'd be happy to put this one there too! But I think even you can't handle this one and all the others by yourself." She giggles, shaking Garth a little inside his fleshy prison.<br/><br/>"By myse-"<br/><br/>"Someone has to report all this to the captain, don't you think?" The rabbit says, backing away along the wall. "I have every faith that you'll be able to subdue these-" she gives a meaningful look at Chira's still faintly struggling stomach hanging down between her legs, "-rabble. Have fun with that, dear. Oh, and thank you so much for the flavoring," the rabbit gives Delia a wink.<br/><br/>((Delia reswallows the mage and bellyrubs her. -2 to future escape attempts.  Also, Garth is all greased up. Let's see if it helps...<br/>Rabbit makes two swallow checks. First one *baaaarely* succeeds due to Garth's wounding penalties. Second one... *baaaaarely* succeeds due to Garth's wounding penalties. >_> A 13 and a 14, eesh. Well, if Delia hadn't greased him it'd be basically sure he'd have gone down.  Five foot steps away from Delia.<br/>Mage tries to escape. Between bellyrub and merciless, that's... 29 CMD I think! +11 makes it a long shot... and she rolls a 28. Poor Mage. Bellyrub made the difference. XD<br/>Garth attempts two escapes, and would need an 18 or higher to get one since no, grease shouldn't apply here... both fail. Dicebot is racist as heck against orcs.))<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i.imgur.com/eFsMlTz.png">Map Here</a><br/><br/>Legend:<br/>Black circles are barriers (stacks of boxes, etc) that are impassible<br/>Gray circles are barrels or a few scattered boxes that count as Difficult Terrain<br/>The purple stars are rope ladders (DC 5 climb check to get up/down with two move actions, or DC 10 to climb/descend in 1 move action); the forward one goes down, the middle one goes up to the top deck. Can be cut with an attack from a sharp weapon.<br/>The yellow box is the area that's open to the sky; you can see a ramp raised up on the top deck that'll need to be lowered for Chira to climb to the top deck when you're done here.<br/>Red S's are soldiers like what you already fought, Cs are crewmen, and the red M seems to be<a class="postlink" href="http://i.imgur.com/kkehRHo.jpg">the lady in charge</a>.<br/>The Red E is an<a class="postlink" href="http://i.imgur.com/9PBzpEa.jpg">elven army lieutenant.</a><br/>The Red B is a<a class="postlink" href="http://i.imgur.com/GNYy4OZ.jpg">rabbit-girl second-in-command</a>of the ship. They were apparently enjoying each other when you so rudely interrupted.<br/>Dark Green letters are friendly NPCs (C-hira, M-ona, G-arth), light green are you (D-elia, X-arius).<span style="font-weight: bold">Bold</span>letters are stuffed.<br/>Each square is 5 feet.<br/><br/>Init-<br/>Delia 22 (34/52 HP, Has mage swallowed) [Remember I am tweaking stuffed rules to make it so one meal of the same size doesn't give penalties]<br/>Rabbit 21 (Has Garth swallowed)<br/>Mage 16 (Swallowed by Delia, Lightly Wounded, Bellyrubbed)<br/>Garth 13 (Swallowed by Rabbit, Severely Wounded, Greased)<br/>Xarius 12<span style="font-style: italic">&lt;-Here</span><br/>Mona 11 (Lightly Wounded)<br/>Soldiers 7 (#1: Unconscious, #2 Unconscious, #3: Unconscious, swallowed by Chira )<br/>Crewmen 6 (#3: Unconscious)<br/>Lieutenant 5 (Wounded)<br/>Chira 4 (Wounded, 2 medium meals (not stuffed yet))<br/><br/>Globals:<br/>Glitterdust: Basically the entire cargo hold is glittery now (1 more rounds)))<br/>Haste (6 more rounds)