<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;">Leave it to me, captain procrastination, to wait until the last minute to get around to updating the thread. Leaving town today, and won't have access to a computer of any sort for the next few days (Woo, old school camping...kinda. XD)....and, wouldn't you know, I decied to wait until JUST before time to leave to get around to writing up something! XD<br/><br/>Well, something is better than nothing! Expect updates (half-way decent ones), to resume on Wednesday of next week(Along with my efforts to get two posts/week up. XD)!<br/><br/>My apologies beforehand for the length/descriptiveness of this post. XD<br/>In the event noone responds between now and Tuesday (Unlikely, but who knows! &gt;:3) I'll delve back into this post and lengthen/add description and so forth.<br/><br/>Procrastinators unite!!<br/>....Tomorrow.</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;&lt;Sherani&gt;&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>Sherani's belly had already taken it's toll on one of it's passengers. The other one, though, had a bit more spunk - and it clearly showed in the little twitches and furiously burbling growls emitting from the tiger shifter's swollen gut. Nera might have been a crazy, frothing, leering catgirl - but she was a TOUGH crazy, frothing, leering catgirl.<br/><br/>Not quite tough enough, though, as a few more brief moments would show.<br/><br/>The shifter's digestive track gets to work on her with a vengence, grinding her helplessly twitching body with those powerful gastric muscles, and ensuring a constant slurry of digestive juices coated her twitching, struggling form at all times. The digestive onslaught fully stripes Nera of fur within a matter of seconds, grinding her furless body roughly against the equally hairless body of the unfortunate ratgirl who'd taken the trip down Sherani's gullet moments before Nera had followed. The ratgirl's body was already starting to break down, mingling with the shifter's partially digested breakfast....or, more appropriatly, becoming it.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> "We call 'em tiger chow. Welcome to the food chain, kitty." </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Somewhere in the back of her mind, Nera was scared to death. She KNEW where she was, what was happening to her...and knew that her body was weakening. Yet, that little, sensible part was buried beneath absolute rage. The urge to kill, to devour some helpless creature and feel it digest alive inside of her slender little stomach. It was that side of her - that uncontrollable side - that knew it was being taunted.<br/><br/>And it HATED it.<br/><br/>"RRRmmgggpplhhh!!!" Nera roars in rage, despite her mouth and lungs being partially filled with digestive enzymes. Sherani feels the feisty catgirl's body stiffen inside of her, arms and legs jerking wildly as she fights furiously against the spell that was keeping her body locked in place. A few times, she even feels the scrape of claws across the interior of her belly - though, it was all for naught. The Shifter's digestive track was as hard as steel, and without being able to put any real force behind those claws...Nera couldn't even make a scratch. For all her efforts, for all her growling and screaming, she only manages to make a few brief little bulges in the tigress' distended midsection, before gastric action forces her right back into a little ball.<br/><br/>Her body drained, and her flesh reddened and peeling away, Nera's body twitches violently for a few more seconds under the corrosive onslaught of the shifter's belly...<br/><br/>...And, finally, grows quiet and still, little more than a nutritious meal for the full tigress shifter.<br/><br/>Now, came the sting those claws had left, as the adrenaline flooding Sherani's system begins to slowly ebb.<br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;&lt;Ureck&gt;&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> "No need to say thanks," he answered. "We couldn't just let some thugs bully a nice girl like you around, couldn't we?"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Ureck's words bring the most heartwarming smile imaginable from the small mouse-girl, her eyes briefly catching his own. While she doesn't SAY thank you again, just the little glimmer in those beautiful little eyes was more thanks than a thousand 'thank yous' could have even came close to.<br/><br/>Her little smile lingers on the collie for a few seconds, until he turns his attention to his injured companion - Sherani.<br/><br/>Looking over the Shifter's wounds, none of them were especially life-threatening. Painful, no doubt - but she'd live. Yet, the examination told one thing - Sherani'd gotten lucky. If the claw that had caught her on the chest had been up just a few inches higher...it might have cut her throat clean open. That would have turned life-threatening VERY quickly...and even the potions Ureck had brought along would not have been enough to patch such a critical wound up.<br/><br/>Still, for the most part - it looked like she'd live. Not to mention, get two enormous meals out of it, to boot!<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;&lt;Lilium&gt;&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> “Don’t worry Lara, Whenever you are in trouble, Whenever someone threatens you or attempts to hurt you, I will be there to save you, I promise” Lilium leaned down, Placing her lips softly upon the mouse-girls cheek and giving her a little kiss.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>That simple statement seems to alleviate all the mouse-girl's fears. It was not the first time she'd been in this particular stituation...and just as Lilium had said, it was not the first time she'd had to step in and prevent the little mouse-girl from becoming someone else's lunch. Lara's little mouth spreads into a smile - it sounded like she'd have her own guardian angel! An unorthodox one...but one nonetheless.<br/><br/>Lilium's kiss is rewarded with a kiss of her own, the little mouse-girl standing up on her titty-toes and kissing Lilium right beneath her chin "Thanks, Lilium. I was so scared! This is...the second time, isn't it? I really owe you so much..." The scent of her fur, the taste of her body from Lilium's simple kiss against her cheek - no wonder she'd nearly been devoured twice. The taste of her fur was delicious - and she was JUST the right size for a perfect little meal...<br/><br/>Lara's attention once more shifts to Lilium's stomach, and the slowly weakening movements of the tiger contained within. It was almost mesmerizing, watching the shifting bulge beneath the Kitsune's tummy-fur. Lara's roaming hands could feel the movements on the entrapped prey inside, feel him struggling weaker and weaker by the second, his hands and feet pushing desperatly against the silky-soft walls of his digestive prison.<br/><br/>Every little push, every little jerk, only seals his doom, weakening his body until he simply could not resist any longer. Lilium's belly begins to squeeze him from every side, roughly swaying him back and forth, compressing his body into a little curled-up ball inside of her gurgling tummy - nothing more than another meal to be digested by the magical predator.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> “Oh god yes, It feels incredible…With a delicious prey inside of you…It’s like…” Lilium chuckles “Well an orgasm…except this one ignites throughout your whole body. Lasting anywhere up to a few hours with the size of the prey” </div></blockquote><br/><br/>"O..oh!" Lara's ears blush a deep red color, one of her hands roaming across Lilium's middle pulling back and pressing against her open mouth "..My..." She whispers into her hand, staring in wonderment at Lilium's twitching belly.<br/><br/>"..a...orgasm...but...hours?" She asks increduously, her eyes wide with suprise - and, amusingly enough, more than a little bit of interest.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> Leaning down Lilium whispers into Lara’s ear. “If you are really so curious…when we get back from our little trip…I’ll let you know what the inside of a belly feels like, I won’t digest you at all, I promise…or if you want…” Lilium smirked, Placing one of her hands upon Lara’s belly “I’ll shrink myself and let you know how it feels to have a nice belly full of living prey”<br/></div></blockquote><br/><br/>Lara gasps softly, pulling both of her hands back and placing them over her mouth. If her ears had been red before, they were positivly GLOWING now. Her beautiful little eyes peer right up into Lilium's own, wide with surprise...and more than a little interest.<br/><br/>"...R...really..?" she whispers back, staring up at Lilium with wide, curious eyes.<br/><br/>"...Let me...feel...inside? Or..." She swallows hard, leaning against Lilium's belly, her hands softly stroking along her furry middle "...shrink...and let me...?" She leaves the words hanging, but the bait had been offered - a little game of cat and mouse.....<br/>....and it looked like the mouse was enthralled by the idea of finally being the cat.<br/><br/>"...I..would like...um..." She blushes furiously, lowers her gaze to Lilium's tiger-filled belly, and begins to stroke across it again - this time, with far, FAR more interest than she'd offered just a few seconds ago. Her hands sways across Lilium's bulging little tummy, staring in wonderment as the little twitching movements of the tiger grow more frantic for just a few seconds...then, finally...grow still, the enormous tiger little more than nutrients for the Kitsune's hungry body.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Rak appears to be just as lucky with his food - who no longer seems to be stabbing in an effort to escape. Now, his movements have turned into something a bit more frantic, his hands clawing frantically at the engorged fox's throat, trying to force his way back up...<br/><br/>(Escape check 1d20(11) + 10 = 21. Failure)<br/>(Escape check 1d20 (12) + 5 = 17. Failure)<br/><br/>...Yet, it seemed like luck was simply not on his side. The orc's struggles are clearly advertised on the fox's bulging stomach, who simply sits on his haunches and enjoys the struggles, a look of utter bliss on his surprizingly expressionate face.<br/><br/>(Auto digest - 1d6(1) + 2 = 3)<br/>(Active Digest - 1d20(19) + 8 = 27. Hit!)<br/>(AD damage - 1d6(5) + 2 = 7)<br/><br/>Adanoa - Kitsune Food - Digesting in Lilium's belly<br/>Prendar - Tiger food - Digesting in Sherani's belly<br/>Vrillik -<span style="color: #FF0000">6/44</span>(**) - AC 17 (6 armor, 1 dex) - Digesting in Rak's belly<br/>Gunter - Fled<br/>Nera - Tiger food - Digesting in Sherani's Belly<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 </span>(59/84) - 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)