"Ooh..." Sherani groans and staggers toward the nearest wall, raising an arm to catch herself just in time to avoid faceplanting or eating mortar. Her swollen midsection presses against the shade-cooled bricks, and grumbles in protest from beneath her barely-holding top. Sherani obliges her stomach and rolls her shirt up, wincing a little as she tugs a shred of fabric free of Nera's claw-wound. All the while, she marvels at the sensation of being really, truly<span style="font-style: italic">full,</span>a pleasure she hasn't had since she left Falteen. Gods, she's so stuffed it almost hurts! It makes her want to...<br/><br/>want to...<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 140%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-weight: bold">~UUUUUUURRRRRRPPP~</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Ah... much better.</span>Sherani slumps back in content, cradling her somewhat-reduced tummy. Digestion is so much nicer without all those gallons of air taking up unneeded stomach space, and it's not like her food will need oxygen in a minute anyway. With her stomach taken care of for the time being, Sherani spares a glance at her comrades- Ureck seems to be doing alright, unless he's allergic to mouse tears, and Lilium...<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Lilium wrote:</cite>Forcefully Lilium pulled him to her and began kissing his neck softly “Oh Rak…Oh god. It’s…it’s to much”</div></blockquote><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Looks like someone's</span>really<span style="font-style: italic">enjoying their breakfast.</span>Sherani can't help but blush at the two foxes' performance as Lil rides out her "vore-gasm" against her equally stuffed pet. It occurs to Sherani that maybe she should be standing guard over Lilium in her vulnerable state...<span style="font-style: italic">Nah.</span>She's close enough to intervene if anyone is crazy enough to bother two obvious preds, and<span style="font-weight: bold">not</span>get her leg humped in the process. Besides, she has a meal of her own to work on, a fact her stomach reminds her with a drawn-out rumble.<br/><br/>"Arright, arright," she says, patting her belly as she settles against the wall to process her two furry snacks.<br/><br/><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;">Passive digest vs Prendar: 1d6 (4) + 7 = 11 (Conscious right up until the moment of death... that's going to hurt.)<br/>Passive digest vs Nera: 1d6 (max) + 7 = 13<br/>Active digest #1: (1d6 (1) + 7 = 8<br/>Active digest #2: (1d6 (2) + 7 = 9<br/><br/>Sherani - <span style="color: #FFBF00">47/72 (59/84)</span> - AC 17 (+1 armor, +6 con, +2 dex,-2 rage), shaken, shifting/raging (5 rounds remaining)</div></div></div>