Name: Marina<br/>Species: Princess Neemon<br/>Gender:  Female<br/>Sexuality: Uninterested<br/>Role in Vore: Pred<br/><br/>Description: A mega-level evolution of the Neemon species. They appear similar to the rookie level Neemon, but sport pink bows and large glittery blue eyes. Their outfits consist of ruffled pink dresses, with puffy red bloomers, with drawstrings, beneath. The Princess Neemons make the normal species seem outright energetic, and they insist to be carried and waited on by their followers. Fortunatly they are extremelly rare, and each have hundreds of normal neemon servants. Princess Neemon's possess devistating fart attacks, and are naturally gifted preds, but generally leave it to their servants to take care of things, instead relaxing and eating constantly.<br/><br/>Abilities: Blocking Reformation, infinite stomach capacity, Vacuum vore, city fumigating fart attacks<br/><br/>Likes: Being waited on, SV, AV, occasional UB, taunting her prey, painful digestion, lots of burps and farts.<br/><br/>Dislikes:  Being Prey, that's about it.<br/><br/><br/>Scrumptious, just plain delectable! With noisy gulps of enjoyment, and delighted sighs, I gulp down handfuls of the cakes at endless speed. The retinue of neemon holding up my massive recliner throne tremble a bit beneath it's weight as I gulp the cupcakes. Finally, after eating the last, I let out a loud belch and look down. "Mmm, that was delightful, truly fit for a princess. The elecmon was sweating a bit, and looked up at me nerviously. "Very welcome, uh, your highness..." Leaning in I pick up the little digimon who gives a yelp of surprise, as I lick my lips. He smells exquisite as well, and I stick him right into my maw. My tongue laps back and forth a few times, enjoying the taste of his tummy fur, before I gulp, and he joins his confections in my pounch. Patting my stomach, I lean back and give it a soft rub. The neemon who aren't holding my throne, slackers really, look up in shock as they see my stomach swishing about beneath my dress, the elecmon futily trying to get out somehow. Finally the motion stops and I tilt my hips, letting out a thick fart. The neemon all gag, even a species that all use fart attacks find mine horrific, as I lay back. "Ahh, wonderful, well, let's get going." They all turn around, laying back in my throne as we go, heading towards the end of town, eagier to see if there's anyone fun to play with here.