{NB: I have decided that oral and anal vore are functionally identical. Note that this means that you may  try to swallow two creatures at the same time... exactly how that interacts with stuffing penalties and secondary attack rolls we'll have to work out through some trial and error. Cockvore I'm open to suggestions for, but it shouldn't be out-of-balance with the 'Unbirth' option (although that can also be modified) and the other vore feats. There are some Soulvore spells in Kits's game 'Hunted' which I may port (anyone have experience?) and Hair Vore I'm still thinking about – I'm open to ideas for all of this though}.<br/><br/>{Moved to top because they're relevant for everyone: You get the controlling the grapple bonus (+5)<span style="font-style: italic">whilst you are grappling</span>. Once you've ingested the prey to the mouth, or swallowed them to the stomach, you don't get that bonus anymore. We'll monitor this over the next couple of combats and review then}.<br/><br/>{Current Round: 4<br/>Aethon (Jermayan) didn't act in round 3, so he's entitled to a double action in round 4}<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> Linda (Anime Chaos): Linda and her guards take no break in stuffing the second bimbun into her already full belly. With deep gluttonous gulps that nearly pull the girl from the guard's hands Linda sucks Babs down like she were still empty despite how far from it she is. With each gulp her already prodigious gut swells further as her second course is stuffed into it's confines to join the first. The sheer size and weight of it finally manage to put her off balance. Though she doesn't seem to mind in the slightest as she licks the last of Babs' flavor off her lips. "Now that-"she muffles a burp with her sleeve. "That was enough to be called a meal." <br/><br/>[Linda gains the stuffed condition. Digest vs bimbuns CMD12 rolled 18+4 CMB+ 4/2 predatory instinct=26/24 Successes. Damage rolled Boxcars 6 bludgeoning+6 acid for 12 total damage. Bambi at -1/19, dying. Babs at 7/19, PI bonus increased to 4.]<br/><br/>Linda's stomach seems to become quite vigorous in digesting the glut of meat she just dumped into it as she moves herself and her massive belly somewhere less in the way. Despite the likelihood of it being an exercise in futility with how big she's gotten. </div></blockquote><br/><br/>{Babs escape check vs. Linda CMD 16 + 4 (predatory instinct, tight belly, 2/3 hp) = 20: 1d20 (18) + 0, failure}. Babs plopped helplessly down into Linda's stomach, and found Bambi there. Her sister moaned softly. Her eyes, already filmed with acid, fluttered closed, and she passed into unconciousness. Babs whimpered. She knew there was nothing she could do for her sister She likely wasn't going to escape Linda's belly herself. One shot, she told herself, throwing all her efforts against Linda's sphincter – and if weren't for the tightness of the belly grinding Linda's acids across her skin, she would've succeeded. As it was, the pain was too much, and she collapsed, scratching helplessly at her itching skin, which began to peel as her fingerclaws aided the acid in its work...<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"So who's up for some dessert?" she asks before the situation between Alizome and Zorakatra catches her eye. "Well that isn't something you see every day. Even here in Droaam."</div></blockquote><br/><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> Alizome (Sansuki) That left... moving in. Before resuming her massage, she quickly brought her hands low and removed her robe with head immobilized, carefully putting the vial as well as her other 'acquisition' in the fabric at her own feet. That done...</div></blockquote><br/><br/>More hot lesbian stuff and unbirthing<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;"><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Instead she writhed, as though trying to escape; one hand only came away from her belly and began pushing as if she were trying to escape, though in fact she simply kneaded the tender flesh around her neck and never seemed to make any progress getting away, no matter how she moved. A giggle came from her mouth, echoing wetly inside the harpy- and her 'struggles' certainly brought everything from hair to pointy ears to her tongue in contact with quite a lot of the harpy's inner walls.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Zorakatra moaned loudly. The elf-girl wasn't trying to escape because she wasn't escaping, but it felt to Zorakatra's ladyflower that she was. Her snatch had always envied her mouth and her ass, for their ability to take writhing, struggling, resisting prey. They saw far more use, and the vigor of the prey they took more mean each occasion more than matched the pleasure that should've been the pussy's by right.<br/><br/>But, oh, not <span style="font-style: italic">today</span>.<br/><br/>Zorakatra's playpussyfought with Alizome, squeezing and caressing her head in folds of flesh, sucking on the barrier of her shoulders as the elf kneaded Zorakatra's slowly shrinking belly. But soon enough her belly was satisfied, and the pussy not, the teasing licks of the elf's tongue having aroused it through the most wonderful foreplay and now, now... ready for the main event.<br/><br/>Gently, Zorakatra folded her legs around Alizome's full and tasty rump, clawfeet pricking the elf-girl's sensitive sides. Slowly, Zorakatra crossed her legs, feeling first resistance as her snatch strained against the intrusion of Alizome's shoulders, then, blessed relaxation and <span style="font-style: italic">fullness</span>, as the combination of legstrength and thighparted pussystretching made space for the elf-girl within her. Alizome moaned, into her flesh, and Zorakatra felt the courtesans teeth scrape her <span style="font-style: italic">spot</span>. The orgasm came like a javlinstrike, jerking her body as it ripped through her, tearing pleasure from her flesh.<br/><br/>“Ouch,” Alizome murmured, fists tensing at her hips – for her arms were now pinned quite helplessly at her sides. She'd given pleasure and received pain. But it felt good, she had to admit, to have dragged this powerful, self-controlled creature – bimbun slip nonwithstanding – to involuntary and uncontrolled release. <br/><br/>As if in apology, Zorakatra's pussy massaged her breasts, as they were slowly pulled inside the harpy. There really wasn't much she could do to stop Zorakatra's now, Alizome realised, and almost as little to pleasure her. Helpless caressing of her thighs – masquerading as frantic efforts to gain traction on the smooth, sex-slicked flesh – and wriggling were really all she could do. That, and giving Zorakatra the erotic sight of her helplessly flailing legs.<br/><br/>From the harpy's renewed moans, it was still more than pleasure enough. <span style="font-style: italic">But then</span> Alizome though, <span style="font-style: italic">wasn't every girl sensitive once she came?</span>.</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> Bellicious could not quit the happy smirk on his face as he laid a hand on his squirming belly, sighing happily as the bimbun inside began to struggle against the awful smell and constrictive surroundings. "Squirm all you'd like, delicious~ It'll all be over as soon as you fall asleep~ Not to mention it's the least you can do for me since I spared you my venom, right~?" Bimbun hp = 7/19 </div></blockquote><br/><br/>The bimbun in his belly screamed and fought. No chance of her falling asleep – till she fell unconscious, half-digested. All she could think of was escape, as the acids coated her flesh, itching and burning. {Escape check vs. Bellicious CMD 17: 1d20 (17) + 0, success... crikey! I think – can you check me on this Reizu?} But desperation gave her strength, and the naga had allowed himself to become complacent. Distracted. It took all her strength to part his sphincter, but part it she did, and dripping with his stomach acids she hauled herself back into his oesophagus.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Bellicious (reizu) "My, my. Is this little snack giving you trouble, gorgeous~? Perhaps you'd like a bit of help? After all, I'm sure she'd be much more fun inside your gut than outside~" Giving the novice-chorister a benign wink, Bellicious bared his fangs at Cottontail menacingly, as though offering to keep her still with more than just his hands...</div></blockquote><br/><br/>{Cottontail escape vs. Zivit CMD: 1d20 (2), fail}. Zivit single-mindedly continued smashing the bimbun's head against the floor, raking at the bunnygirl with her claws. {{full attack vs. bimbun AC 12: 1d20 (8) + 8 = 16, hit, damage 1d8 (8) + 1 = 9 (nb. Floor modelled as morningstar as in Harpy SRD entry), claw 1d20 (13) + 3 (base) – 5 (secondary) = 11, miss, claw 1d20 (8), also miss. Bimbun damage 8, bimbun hp remaining: 1}. “Ugh,” Zivit snarled, as she beat the struggling bunnygirl. “By all means,” she snapped at Bellicious, “bite the bimbitch – but don't let your meal escape,” she continued, alarmed, as the bulge in Bellicious's belly swelled and writhed its way back into his throat.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Xarces was uncharacteristically quite, after being plucked from the theatre, laying low toward the...</div></blockquote><br/><br/>The tempo of Droaam is lively at night, as its many monstrous inhabitants go about their nocturnal work. Most work in this growing trade city lies in the quarries, mining the stone that fuels the construction boom. It's a hard place, but prosperous. Under the guardianship of the Mindflayer Xorchlick, appointed by Sora Katra herself, monstrous creatures can find freedom from the oppression of the Five Nations, or the strength of the other warlords of Droaam. In Greywall, the rule of law – capricious, brutally Medusa-enforced, but law nonetheless – can grant the smallest Kobold redress against even the strongest of Trolls. In this hard-edged city, a few moments of music from a handsome stranger can be more precious than gold. Xarces finds 11gp worth of mixed silver and bronze coins scattered at his feet, in denominations both modern and ancient, when his performance is completed – and more than a few variously lewd offers are whispered in his ear before the night is out.