{{Better idea: How about you go in after it? >3}}<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">&lt;&lt;stables&gt;&gt;</span></span><br/>The second tail easily snatches up the fleeing youth.<br/><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">[Lin grapple resist: 1d20(2) -1(strength -4(size) = -3, fail by <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">34</span></span>]</span><br/>She squirms, scratches and kicks to no avail; the kitsune's grip is secure as a padlocked iron chain.<br/>"N-no!...Get off!" she says frantically, "...Let me...go!"<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kahmori wrote:</cite>The large Kitsune pulls her close, a coy little grin plastered on his face. If this was some sort of sick joke, it was definantly not a funny one. That, however, does not seem to be the case. That little smile never leaves his face as he turns her towards him, those icy blue eyes staring right into her own "Don't fuss so much. Who knows - you might even like it. Or, you might not."</div></blockquote><br/>"..." She blushes madly when she is pulled close to the fox's face; words fail her and she can only whimper. "...!!!"<br/><br/>This scene, where the handsome predator gazes hungrily into the helpless girl's eyes, is one she is quite familiar with. It, and the scene that logically follows next, is something she has fantasized about ever since she was a pup; it is an idea that quickens her pulse--for more reasons than one. She probably<span style="font-style: italic">would</span>enjoy watching it as a spectator (though she'd deny it). But to actually<span style="font-style: italic">be</span>that girl in peril, to have her single irreplaceable body become fox-chow is quite different...this is one fantasy she's anything but eager to experience first-hand.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Once again, that hungry tongue courses over his lips...and he eases his mouth open, right in front of her eyes, showing her those sharp little teeth, long, thick tongue, and the awaiting throat beyond. Giving her one last little wink...he begins to ease her head-first into his mouth, his tongue coursing rapidly over her face as he begins to swallow her - taking his sweet time to enjoy his likely squirming little meal.</div></blockquote><br/>Her eyes go wide as dinner plates as the kitsune parts his jaws before her face. She cannot help but stare, entranced at the sight of the terrifying beauty that is the canid mouth: the rows of gleaming ivory blades nestled to either side, the strand of drool hanging momentarily from the arches of the hard pallate to the slick, lolling tongue...and of course the shadowy pit at the rear, her destination.<br/><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">[Lin ingest resist: 1d20(14) -5 = 9, not even close]</span><br/>When he licks her face, this breaks the trance and the squirrelgirl starts once more to fight him in earnest. But, while loud and energetic, her resistance does nothing to prevent her from taking the same trip as countless prey before her, into the depths of the ravenous predator.<br/>As it requires only minimal effort, Kahmori is free to enjoy the process at his leisure.<br/><br/>(rolling in advance, for your convenience)<span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">[Lin swallow resist: 1d20(1)=autofail; she glides down smooth as a jello cube &gt;9]</span>