<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;">Say hello to our newest player, Akiada! Welcome aboard. <img alt=";)" src="./images/smilies/wink.gif" title="Wink"/></div></div></div><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;">Edits made to 'Experienced Predator'. See page 1 for details. Effective now!</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"> In another part of the world, hundreds of miles to the east... </span></span><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;">*CLANG!* The two blades met for a third time, echoing across the cavernous antechamber. This was supposed to be a simple fight - in and out! Now, here was a wolf, trying to move in on *HIS* hard-earned spoils! *HE* he spent the coinage to find a way into the sorcerer's tower. *HE* had ensured that a little disturbance had been caused to rile the sorcerer's anger. *HE* had sacrificed not one, but two, old companions to make sure that this went without a hitch. That damn feline had devoured them both, and like anyone after a good meal, was likely sleeping off his meals right that second.<br/><br/>It should have went down without a hitch.<br/><br/>It should have been slip in, grab as much as he could carry, and slip out.<br/><br/>He should have been rich.<br/><br/>There were a whole lot of 'shoulds' in his day, and the sun hadn't even come up yet.<br/><br/>"Get out of here, wolf! This is mine!" Another rapid series of blade thrusts, each one easily fended off by the wolf before him. How had he gotten in?! He'd said his name was 'Rafe', but WHY was he here, in THIS tower? What in the hell was he doing here? Trying to move in on his loot, he knew what! Despite his assurances otherwise, he *KNEW* what he was here for! The gems! The potions! The magical artifacts! The gold, silver, and platnium!<br/><br/>He was here to move in on HIS loot!!<br/><br/>Rafe is forced to block another powerful thrust from the fox's dagger, one that would have likely disembowled him had it connected. Fortunantly, it looked like this younger fox had far, far less experience with a blade that he did at sneaking into places. The way his hands shook, the wild look in his eyes - he was terrified, and angry. That certainly didn't help his blade strike any truer - only with more force.<br/><br/>Despite trying to calm the fox's nerves (Or at least shut him up, before they were BOTH caught), the fox was not listening, even in the slightest. Every time their blades connected, every time a potion was knocked off a table in their scuffle, it resounded around the enormous chamber like a strike from a gong. They were going to get caught, if he didn't shut up, and quickly! Time to take the offen-<br/><br/>"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!?!"<br/><br/>Too late.<br/><br/>As Rafe's head swivels to look at the speaker, the fox takes one last opportunity to dispatch this annoying wolf, lunging forwards with a final, killing stroke, aimed at the vulnerable, exposed throat of his opponent.<br/><br/>It was about the worst thing he could have done. Mainly, because he never saw the sudden patch of grease slicking the floor at his feet.<br/><br/>Rafe doesn't even have to move - the fox's feet slip out from under him, and he hits the floor like a sack of potatoes, potions and gems he'd been holding in his off hand crashing and breaking, or skittering in all directions across the cool, marble floor. The sudden, jarring impact knocks the dagger from his hand, also sending it skittering across the ground and out of view beneath the desk the two were standing before.<br/><br/>Unconcerned, Rafe spots his target - the sorcerer. It was a speckled feline, slender and sleek, the markings on his face easily identifying him as a cheetah, or at least someone with alot of cheetah in his heritage. Standing at the top of his long, winding staircase, he looked every bit like majesty - save for the enormous, gurgleing stomach he sported, easily visible given he was not wearing a shirt, or much in the way of undergarments.<br/><br/>Rafe could swear, there was a slight amount of movement in that stomach...along with faint, feeble cries and sobs. Of course, what was happening to the poor soul trapped inside the sorcerer's belly was hardly his most pressing problem.<br/><br/>"Thieves? Assassins?! How I wish I'd have known earlier. I'd have prepared myself to take a far larger breakfast. Pity."<br/><br/>The fox pushed himself up onto his hands, rubbing his sore chin - damnit, that hurt... "W...wait! Wait! I'm not here to-"<br/><br/>His voice is cut off by an angry growl, the feline's volume rising in displeasure "I know what you're here for, fool! Both of you! Noisy imbeciles. Had I not such a busy day planned, I'd take care of you myself. Instead...well..." A grin curved the cheetah's muzzle, malicious and evil. A spell he'd not gotten to use in so very long. It always turned out so amusing, too. Whilst it hardly helped HIM, it kept him from having to deal with the remains, and it nearly ensured their death - a slow, agonizing one - either way...<br/><br/>"...You'll excuse me if I've no time to talk. I'm currently busy with breakfast." He offers a soft little pat to his growling, churning stomach, elicting another pained wail from inside "...Lucky for you, I've no time to deal with interlopers. So, others will just have to do it for me. Enjoy your trip."<br/><br/>Before Rafe could move from the 'grease' spell, it was too late. The cheetah's arms swipe through the air, conjuring an arcane, glowing symbol out of mid air. With a brilliant flash, the symbol disperses....and Rafe's vision begins to dim. A sudden rush of wind, a feeling of vertigo, and he feels his feet lift from the floor...</div></div></div><br/><br/>(Random roll for Party member...)<br/>(1 - Lilium. 2 - Ureck. 3 - Sherani. 4 - Reroll)<br/>(Roll - 1d4(4). Roll - 1d4(4). Roll - 1d4(1))<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Rafe </span><br/><br/>The sense of vertigo is almost sickening. Even in flying through utter blackness, he could feel his body being jerked violently from one side to another, feel wind brushing through his fur, causing his clothes to flutter and whip about. At times, it felt like he was moving so fast it was almost hard to breath - others, so slowly that it was difficult to tell he was moving at all. Yet, he was - flying through an endless abyss. It felt like it lasted for minutes, before - suddenly - he came to a stop.<br/><br/>He more 'feels' his vision starting to return that actually sees, as his new 'home' was nearly pitch black. It isn't the darkness of where he ends up that was uncomfortable, however. It was how tight it felt. As he feels himself once more gaining control over his body, he realises he's been forced into a ball - wetness and warmth surround him from every angle. There is even the faintest scent of acid floating in the confined space as he takes the first breath he's managed to get in the last half-minute.<br/><br/>The 'cage' was so wet, so warm and slick. He could feel moisture soaking into his fur, saturating his clothing and armor.<br/><br/>It didn't take very long to realise where, exactly, he was.<br/><br/>He was inside something. Inside something, or someone's, stomach.<br/><br/>One that was already starting to squeeze and knead his body ever so gently....<br/><br/>(Rafe is considered to have entered 'helpless', as per the 'Televore' spell. Rafe must made a DC<span style="font-weight: bold">29</span>grapple or escape artist check to escape Lilium's belly.)<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Lilium, Rak</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~ Awww...do we really have to?~</span>Rak complains softly in Lilium's head, giving her the cutest puppy-dog eyes he could muster as she works to free him from the sheet he'd managed to get so wrapped up in. Only Rak could manage to tie something into a knot on himself, when he didn't even have the thumbs to do it. Or hands, for that matter.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~ Oookay....carry me? ~</span>His voice, once more bright and cheerful, whispers in her head. Always the joker.<br/><br/>Just as Lilium was finishing folding up her blanket, she feels...something. A strange, tingling sensation right in the middle of her body, like butterflies in her stomach. A strange, sweet taste enters her mouth, alighting on her tongue - a taste she's enjoyed before. The taste of magic - so delicious and overpoweringly strong. The can feel that 'magic' tickling it's way down her throat, before coming to rest solidly inside of her belly, right along with those butterflies.<br/><br/>Then, she feels it.<br/><br/>Lilium's belly begins to suddenly stretch outwards, and she feels a hundred-plus pound weight start to settle into her stomach, stretching the soft, silky-smooth interior of her belly outwards in the most pleasurable of ways. It was a feeling she'd experienced many, many times before - the sensation of being full. Of having squirming, living prey inside of her belly. The tingle of magic preceeds the sensation of being full, causing her entire middle to 'tickle' pleasurably, the sensation even spreading down her arms and legs to the very tips of her fingers and toes. It felt incredible.<br/><br/>Within a matter of seconds, her stomach begins to twich and squirm, bouncing the slightest bit as whoever had suddenly found themselves inside begins to regain control of their muscles, creating little bulges in her furry, round belly. Someone had teleported INSIDE of her stomach? Strange - normally, they tired to teleport out of it.<br/><br/>Already, her belly starts to do exactly as it was designed to do, eagerly dousing the strangly willing meal with potent digestive juices - it would be up to her to stop them...or, simply let them do as they wished.<br/><br/>(Rafe ends up inside Lilium's stomach. First round - no damage)<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Meanwhile, a few miles to the southeast...</span><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;">"Aaaahhhyaaaaawwwwnnnnnnn!!"<br/><br/>Talia's arms stretch high above her head as she sits up in bed, licking her lips and blinking away the sleep clouding her eyes. Rubbing at one eye softly, she rolls to the edge of her king-sized bed - about five sizes too big for her - and swings her feet over the edge, dropping to the ground with a small, graceful *thump!*.<br/><br/>Another day in Espen. Dealing with the crooked, the murderers, the predators, the theives...she loved her job. Loved it with a passion. In these times, though, it was frustrating to see so many simply released back out on the street, the city larder stretched far too thin to even feed the honest populace, much less the prisoners.<br/><br/>Her hard work was simply going to waste - another criminal brought in, another criminal released. Then, she got bitched at the handful of times she'd taken justice into her own hands, and had a criminal-sized meal. Being reprimanded was not fun - there was simply no middle ground in Espen anymore. No way to keep the criminals off the street, and no way to keep the honest populace safe from all of them. Espen wasn't a haven anymore. It was a slum. The entire damn city. Nobles won't let anyone into their district, merchants moving to the north...and the entire southern section of the city was going to hell.<br/><br/>It really frazzled her fur.<br/><br/>Once again, her cute little mouth opened in a huge yawn, the enormous, fennec-fox ears atop her head flattening against her skull "Ugh...another morning. Damnit...slop for breakfast, then patrolling the streets doin' a worthless job..."<br/><br/>With a sigh, she pads across the cool wooden floor of her private room, heading towards her larder. She knew what was in it. Rations. Trail food. Slop. Sludge. Biscuits. IT was enough to live off of, but it tasted awful. Mmm...the thought of that bacon she'd had just the morning before, at the Singing Donkey.....<br/><br/>It made her mouth water. She'd give up her position for just one more slice of that bacon. Just one more...<br/><br/>Suddenly jerking to a halt, the small fennec fox peers into her miniature mirror, striking a bit of a pose, puffing her chest out and partially lifting her tail up against her back.<br/><br/>Taking a few seconds to look herself over, she utters a single, approving coo - perky, soft breasts. A slender, toned belly. A nice, round butt. Underneath that armor she normally wore, she was a bombshell - sleeping in the nude did have it's benefits. Namely, waking up to a view of THAT.<br/><br/>"Mmm...Talia. You've still got it, girl." Her ears droop instantly, a soft little growl escaping her lips "...Pity noone ever notices. I'd give my left arm for some sex. Someone to run their tongue across..." Her voice trails off, a little shiver of delight pouring through her body. Mmm - it had been so long. She just wanted one man - or woman - feisty enough, tough enough, to actually tame her, just for one night...<br/><br/>"Mm....damnit. Just once..."<br/><br/>Continuing on, Talia throws open the larder, and picks another small, wrapped package off the shelf. It tasted like it had already been eaten once, but it was enough to keep her alive. Unfortunantly. She was getting skinny, even for her - this famine was starting to get pretty rough.<br/><br/>"And now..." She mutters to herself "...I have to eat this slop...ugh...tastless mucus and trail-bread..."<br/><br/>Sometimes, being a city official sucked. Weren't they supposed to eat well? Clyde was eating like a damn king, why couldn't she? Stuck-up bastard...<br/><br/>Another breakfast in bed. Of sludge and biscuits.<br/><br/>Bypassing her table, Talia simply crawl back into her bed, throws the covers up over herself, and relaxes against her pillow, slowly peeling open the packaging. The smell wasn't bad, but the actual FLAVOR of the stuff - so awful. So bland and...almost STALE tasting. It was all she could do to reach down, grab a biscuit, and start forcing it towards her slowly opening jaws...<br/><br/>Suddenly, a little tingle of magic...<br/><br/><br/>And she felt her tiny stomach swell with someone that weighed more than she did. Just that feeling drew a soft, shivering moan from her partially parted lips, the faint outline of the unlucky individual shown in her bellyfur.<br/><br/>"AAHHH! WAITWAITWAIT!! I DIDN'T MEAN TO STEAL FROM YOU! I DIDN'T MEAN TO KILL THE OTHERS!! LOOK!! LOOK! WAIT! I'LL GIVE YOU YOUR STUFF BACK! I PROMISE! I'LL NEVER-"<br/><br/>...What in the hell was inside of her?<br/><br/>"Hey! Woah!..." she called softly, patting her stomach, which - already - was starting to gurgle and churn. Gods, she was starving....<br/><br/>The fox inside perked up - a female voice? He could escape!! "...Let me out!! I'm innocent!"<br/><br/>Killing. Stealing. Off the books. Well, now...<br/><br/>"...I, Talia, hereby find you guilty of murder, stealing, and becoming my breakfast. Thanks for your confession. I was STARVING."<br/><br/>The tiny fennec's stomach begins to churn and gurgle, excited to deal with *THIS* criminal...<br/><br/>"..Ohhhh, that feels so nice...squirm a bit more..."<br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> About nine hours later... </span><br/><br/>Walking out of her personal lavatory - the city's sewer system was a marvel, for those able to use it - Talia pats her once-more slender stomach. Hrm...were her breasts a tiny bit bigger? Maybe her belly was...<br/><br/>Phbbt. Like she cared. It had been weeks since she'd had a nice meal. One less criminal to deal with, too.<br/><br/>Mmm...fox always had been her favorite...<br/><br/>They felt just as good going in as they did coming out...</div></div></div>