<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Changes to page one are going to be put off for another day - I need to work out a few minor details, make sure I have everything the way I want it. Wasn't until I was looking over JUST now that I noticed some balance issues...<br/><br/>Going to take another day on them!</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;&lt;Sherani&gt;&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>A protesting rumble eminates from the swollen middle of the engorged shifter, the cool brickwork and Sherani's own weight putting stress on the already-bulging tigress shifter's belly. Yet, it was not the first time Sherani'd had a meal of this calibur - and it didn't appear as though it would be the last! Despite the protesting groan as it strained to process the two furry meals inside, it was doing an excellent job of it - much to the displeasure of her two newest victims.<br/><br/>Nera was spitting mad - even now, in the warm, dark, viciously rippling confines of Sherani's belly, her mind registered very little fear - nowhere near the fear that seemed to permeate every action of her partner-in-digestion, Prendar. Of course, it was difficult to spit when a frantically squirming ratling had pressed you face-first into the churning, gurgling bottom of a very much acid-filled stomach. It was also very difficult to breath. Or, as the case was - impossible.<br/><br/>"PLEASE! It...it buuurns...I'm sorry! I wasn't going to hurt her! I'll give you money, anythin-"<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div><span style="font-weight: bold"> ~UUUUUUURRRRRRPPP~ </span></div></blockquote><br/><br/>Prendar's desperate pleading is cut off by an enormous, belly-rattleing belch - and with that belch goes nearly every ounce of oxygen that was keeping the panicky rat-girl from asphixiation. Unfortunantly, that belch came a little too late to allow her to drift off peacefully from lack of oxygen - on the contrary, it only seemed to make her more desperate, agitating the acids in her fleshy prison with her frantic, twitchy movements.<br/><br/>The ratling's claws scrabble weakly against the bulging tigress' fleshy stomach walls, creating odd bulges in the smooth flesh of her belly as she vies for escape - but it was too little, and far, far too late. The gurgling, rolling belly she'd been in for the past half-minute had already taken it's toll. The pain of digestion, the bloodloss, and simply pouring every ounce of effort she could muster into escaping had sealed her fate - to be nothing more than nutrients for the body of an efficient and no-longer-hungry predator.<br/><br/>"Ah...No...Nooo!!" She cries weakly, pressing her hands against Sherani's belly, pushing for all she was worth. The effort is wasted, though...the rolling, squeezing, rumbling belly presses in around her viciously, breaking her down, ensuring a constant coating of stomach acids washed over her every second, never giving her even a slight reprieve.<br/><br/>"A...ahr..ooww..." She whimpers piteously, shivering as her body beings to shut down, her nerves finally no longer registering pain from the constant corrosive onslaught "mnn..morrnn...." Sherani feels another tiny little push against her stomach, a final little bulge...then, finally, her squirming prey falls silent inside of her. With it comes the heavy, incredibly satisfying feeling of a good meal - and the nutrions that would follow.<br/><br/>Nera is not having much better luck. The furious catgirl can do little but twitch and growl - but those growls turn into a gurgle the first time she opens her mouth. A thick mixture of acid, half-chewed breakfast, and partially digested ratgirl invades her mouth - and shortly thereafter - her lungs, causing her to sputter and cough. The aciding burn coats her throat, tongue, and fills her lungs - digesting the sputtering catgirl from the inside out. Not that she didn't have to worry about the constant squeezing, constricting belly she currently occupied...or the acids that she didn't even have the strength or willpower to fight against...<br/><br/>(Will save - 1d20(1) + 4 = 5. It seems Nera's luck has run out...)<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;&lt;Ureck&gt;&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>It was a strange feeling of accomplishment, that was for sure. Working for the Grangers so long, being privy to all their underhanded dealings, their brutal methods of making sure people dissappeared...and stayed gone. The collie had been subject to one of those methods in the past...<br/><br/>Now, though...the feeling of thanks, the way the little mousegirl so tightly embraced him. It was a feeling of accomplishment that was rare - yet, there it was. Even as she poured out her tears into his belly, the way she clutched him, didn't seem to want to let go....<br/><br/>The friendly collie's comforting words and following embrace cause her sobs to soften. As he runs his hand along the back of her head, her little, choked sobs die away entirely. She nuzzles his middle, whiping her cheeks against his clothing and armor "Safe..." Is all she says, before once more squeezing him in her arms, shivering in his embrace - but, at least, no longer crying.<br/><br/>A brief glance around indicates that there WERE still a handful of the larger predatory-types lingering at the edge of the battle, about ten feet away from Lilium and Rak. However, all of them looked apprehensive of trying anything now - after all, they'd just taken down four in a matter of seconds...with none of them looking incredibly hurt. Had one been injured, perhaps they'd have tried - but, for the most part...it looked as those the winning combatants were still VERY much in fighting form.<br/><br/>Ureck glare does just the trick - the handful around the outskirts of the battle begin to wander back into the crowd, which passes by the battlescene without so much as pausing. After all - someone getting devoured in the slums was just another part of everyday life...<br/><br/>"Hurt? N-no..." She whisper softly into his armor "Throat...hurts a little bit.." A soft little sniffle interrupts her sentence. Whiping a hand along her cheek, she takes a deep breath, and continues "..But...I'm okay. Really...thank you..." Once more, those arms wrap around him, but it seems as if his touch had done the trick - the girl was slowly starting to calm down, her shivering body finally starting to relax.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;&lt;Lilium&gt;&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>Adanoa had been scared before.<br/><br/>Now? He was on the brink of panic.<br/><br/>His claws were like paper against brick - they simply would not cut. He felt them pressing into the velvety soft flesh of her belly, deeply enough they SHOULD have cut right through her....<br/><br/>Yet, nothing. His claws just slipped off like they were water against stone. Claws that should have been sharp enough to gut her in one swipe did nothing else but tickle her, pleasure her - not cause the pain he wanted.<br/><br/>The brink of panic had been passed, and he plunged headlong into it.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> <br/>A light chuckle emanates from Lilium “You will be released, I’m going to enjoy it so much, Feeling what’s left of you massaging my insides, Begging to be pushed out. Mmm it will be heavenly” </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Adanoa gasps for air inside her stomach, practically hyperventilating in the squeezing, gurgling depths of her belly. The corrosive sting of acids that covered him, ate away at his fur, flesh, and muscle was agonizing - even the soft embrace of her squeezing stomach as it constricted around  him, grinding along raw flesh and exposed muscle, was nearly unbearable.<br/><br/>What was truely frightening, though...was her taunting. The way she teased him - she knew he had him. Was so confident of it...<br/><br/>He was going to be digested! Turned into nothing more than food in the gurgling, churning embrace of the beautiful kitsune's body.<br/><br/>And she was loving it. Loving every second of it.<br/><br/>He had to escape! Had to! If her stomach was too tough to claw out of - he'd go back up her throat! His hands scrape and sway along the interior of her tight, rumbling belly, desperatly searching for the tight little ring of muscle that had admitted him into her belly. Both hands find it at the same time, and he desperatly pushes against it, feeling it part unwantingly...and admit his hands into the tight, slippery, rippling depths of the bottom of her esophagus...<br/><br/>(Grapple check to escape - 1d20 (14) + 14 (-6 from that tight little kitsune belly. xD) = 22 - DC 27)<br/>(Grapple #2 - 1d20 (19) + 9 (-6 from tight belly x2) = 22 - DC 27)<br/><br/>He never even manages to force his arms in up to his elbows. That powerful, rippling muscle surges along his desperatly groping hands, forcing them right back into her stomach with a soft, wet 'sllrrp' sound "..No...!" He thrashes desperatly inside of her, trying to claw that tight little ring back open, but to no avail.<br/><br/>"No!! Ah...AH...." He whines piteously, the enormous tiger reduced exactly to what she'd said he was - a whimpering cub, little more than living food for her hungrily gurgling tummy "...It...ahh...hurts..so much. Don't...I'll give you anything! Money..the rat...the orc...th-blrrgg!"<br/><br/>He never gets a chance to finish his statement. A sudden rush of digestive acids fully fills the loudly-gurgling belly of the full little kitsune, filling his mouth and lungs. He begins to cough and spasm, unable to breath as the powerful acids fill her stomach completely - forcing every last bit of oxygen out. Every cough, every desperate inhale, only causes more acids to flood his throat and lungs - he was drowning! Drowning in acids!<br/><br/>The corrosive sting covers his body, stripping every ounce of flesh off his entire lower body. Those powerful stomach acids immediently set to work on his exposed and far more tender muscle, breaking it down rapidly as he is turned into living nutrition for the sated kitsune's body, soon to be nothing more than mush for her intestines to absorb and dispose of.<br/><br/>Adanoa's frantic movements cause enormous bulges in the slender kitsune's little belly, but he was weakening - and quickly, being digested alive both inside and out by those powerful acids...if he didn't drown in them, first.<br/><br/><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> ”Mmm, Would you…” Even Lilium’s inner voice was heavy with a sort dominating, lustful tone. ”You forget how easily I could bind your movements with a thought hon…Perhaps I’d make it to much for you!”  </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Rak presses his side tightly up agaisnt Lilium's body as she tightens her grip on his neck. The fox loved nothing more - even a full belly! - than the attention of his master - especially when she was squeezing him so needily, so full of lust and passion. The playful fox gives Lilium a rough little bite on the side of her neck, then begins to lick her chin softly as she rides out her wave of pleasure<span style="font-style: italic">~Bind me with a thought? You know...that does not sound half bad, when you put it that way...is that a promise?~</span>He teases her mentally. She can practically 'feel' the smugness in his voice - not to mention, more than a hint of desire.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> ”Wait till I get you alone tonight”</div></blockquote><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Oh...~</span>Once more, the feisty fox's attention is drawn to her fingertips, still heavily laced with the flavor of her body. Opening his jaws, he curls his tongue around her hand and pulls it into his mouth, licking and chewing on it softly, obviously growing more excited<span style="font-style: italic">~..That had BETTER be a promise. Mmm...you taste delicious...Mm..yes...why wait. Let's do it righ~</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">*”UUUUUURRRRRRPPPPPP"*</span><br/><br/>Rak also pauses, blinking at the loud noise that had erupted from Sherani. His ears perk forwards, and he just stares at her, his entire body frozen solid - even Lilium's hand drops out of his wide-open mouth.<br/><br/>It is not until Lilium gets to her feet, mentioning her loss of mood, that Rak finally moves - and then, only to sit back on his haunches.<br/>Lilium hears her companion's voice, leaden with dissapointment and a hint of frustration<span style="font-style: italic">~...well, damnit!~</span><br/><br/>At just that moment, a thick bulge appears in the fox's bloated, balloon-like middle.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Ow! Stoppit! Just be food already! </span><br/><br/>(Vrillik attack roll - 1d20(15) + 10 = 25. Hit!)<br/>(Attack #2 - 1d20 (2) + 5 = 7.)<br/>(Damage - 1d6(1) + 4 = 5)<br/><br/><br/>"LET ME GO! I'LL RIP YOU OPEN!!" Comes a furious voice from somewhere inside the fox's globular middle, heavily muffled though it is with fur and flesh.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Oh...shut up. Your food, get over it.~</span>Comes an annoyed little voice in Lilium's head.<br/><br/>(Auto Digest - 1d6(6) + 2 = 8 )<br/>(Active digest - 1d20(14) + 8 = 22 - Hit!)<br/>(Active Digest damage - 1d6(1) + 2 = 3)<br/><br/>A loud, gurgling groan emits from the fox's stomach, his flesh and fur visibly rippling as his belly begins to process the orc alive, entirely unconcerned his meal was still living - and fighting. Odd bulges appear on the fox's sides as the orc within fights furiously, stabbing his tiger-claws into the tough interior of the fox's belly...and makes absolutely no progress.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;&lt;Ureck, Lilium&gt;&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>Lilium's touch causes the mousegirl to jump slightly. Her face - which bad been buried against Ureck's stomach - turns upwards and peers up at Lilium, her little tear-stained face slowly brightening "Lilium? L..Lilium!" She whispers softly, temporarily leaving Ureck's embrace to throw her arms around the Kitsune's chest, hugging her tightly. Again, she begins to sniffle - but this time, manages to hold back the tears "Oh...I'm so glad all of you came along...I was so scared...I thought...I thought he was going to eat me...the big tiger..."<br/><br/>She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her quavering voice "If...if you...and him..." She looks at Ureck, then peers around Lilium at the bloated shifter "..and her hadn't come along..."<br/><br/>She peers into Lilium's eyes, her own twinkling with tears "...I...he'd..I'd have been..." She chokes up again, begins to bury her face in Lilium's chest, tears once more starting to flow...<br/><br/>When the loud, hungry little gurgle of Lilium's belly stops her. The young mousegirl's eyes widen in surprize as her belly gurgles, processing the still-living tiger inside of her, turning him into nutrients even as she so casually speaks to Lara...<br/><br/>"..W..wow..." She whispers softly....and reaches out a quivering hand to gently stroke the bulge he made in Lilium's belly. She jerks her hand back when one of his more fearsome kicks creates a bulge in Lilium's furry tummy...yet, barely before the bulge is gone, her hands is replaced...stroking softly.<br/><br/>"..You...ate him...he was...big..." She whispers, seemingly entirely enthralled by the kitsune's gurgling middle. She never removes her hand - and, instead, lifts her other to join the first, stroking the full kitsune's stomach as it ripples across Adanoa's body "...Thank you. He deserved it! Tried to do it to me! Serves him right! I hope...I hope..." A cute little look of anger briefly crosses her face "...I hope it hurts!" She looks up into Lilium's eyes, biting her lower lip softly "...Does...it feel good...?" She whispers, practically inaudibly, as her little hands roam across Lilium's middle.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Adanoa -<span style="color: #FF0000">2/79</span>(**) - AC 18 (4 natural, 4 dex, ) - Digesting in Lilium's belly<br/>Prendar - Tiger food - Digesting in Sherani's belly<br/>Vrillik -<span style="color: #FF4000">16/44</span>(*) - AC 17 (6 armor, 1 dex) - Digesting in Rak's belly<br/>Gunter - Fled<br/>Nera -<span style="color: #FF0000">4/69</span>(**) - AC 10 (4 armor, +4 dex, -4 from dex , -4 from frenzy, Paralyzed) (Frenzy for 2 more rounds) - Helpless<br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Ureck - HP<span style="color: #008000">49/50</span>- AC 18 (4 armor, 3 dex, +1 deflection)<br/>Sherani -<span style="color: #FFBF00">47/72 (59/84)</span>- AC 17 (+1 armor, +6 con, +2 dex,-2 rage)<br/>Lilium -<span style="color: #FFBF00">28/36</span>- AC 17 ( +2 natural, +1 dex, +4 deflection)<br/>Rak -<span style="color: #FFBF00">33/42</span>- AC 17 (+3 dex, +4 deflection)