Round 2:<br/><br/>{I'll normally do a status update at the start of each round, but in this case I'll skip as I imagine it'll be the last round. Jermayan and Bright can take a double-action in the next round, as they haven't so far... I won't always be able to allow this, but for reasons of flexibility of timing I'll try to do so where possible}.<br/><br/>{Ria's is the 'correct' way to do vore checks, incidentally (although the bimbuns have slightly different rules if you seduce them, so we're doing mostly okay):<br/>1st check: Standard Action Grapple CMB (grapple, provoking AOO)<br/>2nd check: Standard Action Mouth/throat CMB (vore)<br/>3rd check: Standard Action Stomach CMB (vore)<br/>4th check/ongoing: Free action (digest, pin, spit out) – see VSRD_base.rtf (attached to opening post).}<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Prinne (Ria) Prinne whined as she was hit, but... "It's eat or be eaten, little bun~" She announced to Hopsy, and with rather quick thinking, opened her mouth wide and pulled the bimbun in, dragging and heaving the whole mass of the bunny with surprising ease. Despite her plantlike nature, it was warm, hot, and surprisingly fleshlike in there, and the poor bimbun would probably realize her fate rather swiftly, all told. She was, though, glad for the others keeping the swarm busy, because otherwise she'd have a problem.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Hopsy screamed and fought as she was dragged inside the plantgirl's mouth, but to no avail. The plant's throat was surprisingly fleshy, undulating greedily as it sucked on her face. From below, the sickly-sweet scent of nectar and rotting metal wafted. It was humiliating, to be eaten by a plant, her rightful food, yet she knew that if she couldn't escape the plantgirl's mouth, then humiliation would be the least of her troubles. {escape check vs Prinne CMD 18: 1d20 (6) + 0 = 6, Failure}. Yet no matter how she struggled, escape, it seemed, was impossible.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Bellicious (Reizu) "Apologies for that but I think you'll find that the next place you'll be will be a tad bit worse~" His tongue snaked over his lips hungrily, already awaiting his next meal to slip into his belly.<br/><br/>(Vore check vs bimbun CMD 12: 1D20 (19) + CMB (8) + Predatory Instinct (2) = 29 Success!)<br/><br/>And with that, the naga gave a wide grin before allowing his jaws to open, revealing that slippery and saliva-slicked passageway to his belly.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>“No! No!” The bimbun screamed frantically as she saw Bellicious's fangs. One prick from those and she'd be paralysed, helplessly twitching as he gulped her down. She struggled with all her might as he drew her towards them – to no avail. Then they folded smoothly into the roof of his mouth, and for a moment she felt relief, till she was drawn inexorably past them, her face pressed into the opening of the saliva-slicked passageway to his belly – he hadn't used them because he didn't think he needed to use them, and he might well be right. If he was, she was nothing but food.<br/><br/>Bellicious moaned, the sound roaring around her long, floppy ears, already dangling down his throat. It was accompanied by the the smell of dying goat, of flesh melting in acid, and she gagged. She had to get out. She<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>to. {Escape attempt vs. Bellicious CMD 17: 1d20 (7) + 0 = 7, Failure}. But no matter how she pushed, Bellicious was too much for her, his tongue too clever, his mouth too slippery – because of how appetising she was, the bimbun realised in horror.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Using that momentum to continue gulping down the bimbun, he continues swallowing at a rapid pace, tilting his head back to allow gravity to assist him in devouring this meal swiftly. Swift it was as the poor bimbun was thrust into his belly, quite warm and moist inside. Uncomfortably so at that. "Phew. That was delicious~"</div></blockquote>{These actions are for next round (unless you have, e.g. the Voracious feat, and in any case require a second CMB (vore) check}.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Alizome (Sansuki) Ali sticks her foot out into the bimbun's path, just catching the ankle of the larger one to send her sprawling.</div></blockquote><br/>{I believe this is your attack of opportunity, provoked by them moving.} The damn elf – whom she'd  completely discounted in their flight – simply stuck out her foot and sent Cottontail sprawling to the ground. Her teeth snapped at the elf's ankle{bite vs. Alizome AC 18: 1d20 (5) + 0 = Failure}, but closed on empty air as the woman stepped over her sprawled body, advancing on the table they'd just fled, intent on joining one harpy whilst inviting the other to finish with<span style="font-style: italic">her</span>.<br/><br/>“Don't mind if I do,” Zivit drawled, slipping forward to straddle the sprawled bimbun and lowering herself onto the bunnygirl's chest {CMB grapple vs. bimbun CMD 12: 1d20 (17) + somestuff = success}. Cottontail tried to kick her {opportunity attack vs. harpy AC: 1d20 (6) – 4 (prone) = failure}, but only succeeded in thumping her hindquarters against the wall.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Alizome (Sansuki) cont.: "Come now," she purred audibly behind Zorakatra, "No reason to hurry that quickly, is there? The others have had their dinner, no shame in giving them a bit of a show as well." And then, because this elf was at heart a prankster, she stepped up behind the harpy, pressed herself into Zorakatra- and, not incidentally, Zorakatra into the bimbun- and wrapped her arms around the harpy's chest to begin playing with her employer's breasts with a low chuckle.</div></blockquote>{I'm going to rule that this grant Zorakatra another will save, since you're using a full-round action to divert her lusts. Will save DC14: 1d20 (6) + 14 = Success}.<br/><br/>“Mmm,” Zorakatra cooed, breaking her kiss with the bimbun and nibbling her way up the squirming bunnygirl's neck to her ear, and nipped it, one winghand slipping beneath the bimbun's butt, wingfingertips curling up to press a firm touch inside the bimbun's dripping pussy.<br/><br/>Gently, Zorakatra pressed  her other wing atop Alizome's head and pushed the elf-girl down behind her. Alizome's face rubbed lightly across Zorakatra's smooth, full buttocks, plumped with the remains of meals long past, drawn onwards by the seductive scent dripping from between Zorakatra's legs and smearing between her thighs.<br/><br/>“Looks like you're surplus to requirements,” Zorakatra whispered into the bimbun's ear, and swallowed her head. {Vore check to put bimbun in mouth vs bimbun CMD 12: 1d20 (17) + lots – 4 (one handed) = success}. The winghand within the bimbun lifted the bunnygirl like a bowling ball, tilting her up and sliding her face into the dark, waiting pit of Zorakatra's throat. {Since Zorakatra does have the voracious feat, she can make two vore attacks as a full-round action. Vore check to swallow bimbun to stomach vs. CMD12: 1d20 (13) + lots = success, and Zorakatra gains 'stuffed' condition}.<br/><br/>Zorakatra's stomach gurgled eagerly, anticipating a meal to replace the one it'd so recently had to give up. Helplessly the struggling bimbun slipped down Zorakatra's throat, the birdwoman's mouth swelling around her full breasts, and forcing Zorakatra's own firmly into Alizome's grip, as the bimbun's torso swelled her chest. Zorakatra's lips tightened across the bimbun's stomach, then slid further 'down' to taste her snatch.<br/><br/>Zorakatra moaned, as the raw flavor of the bimbun mingled with the nectar of her ladyflower, and the juices of the roasted sister on whom she'd sat smeared across her ass. It tasted incredibly good – but Zorakatra was incredibly hungry, for she was unaccustomed to surrendering her meals. Already, she could feel the acid slosh, ready and waiting for its flesh. She couldn't make it wait, and so she slurped up the bimbun's franticly and uselessly kicking legs like two thick, fat noodles. Alizome felt  the bimbun plop, whole and helpless, into Zorakatra's belly. The birdwoman moaned a protest, as the bulk of her meal dragged Alizome's hands down, off her breasts and onto her belly, but Alizome didn't mind. She wanted to feel the bimbun<span style="font-style: italic">digest</span>. {Since Zorakatra has Base Attack Bonus (BAB) greater than +11, she can use Voracious to make 3 'vore' checks/round. Vore check to digest bimbun vs CMD12: 1d20 (14) + stuff = success. Damage 1d6 (4) acid, 1d6 (5) + 6 bludgeoning = 15}.<br/><br/>Instantly, Alizome felt Zorakatra's bell-muscles tighten across their meal, wrapping the bimbun in unyielding bands of flesh. She was suddenly aware how gently Zorakatra's stomach had massaged her, compared to the pulverising the bimbun was only barely withstanding.<br/><br/>Binky could barely comprehend how it'd gone so wrong so<span style="font-style: italic">fast</span>. One moment, the birdwoman's feathers had been caressing her gently, clever tongue teasing in her mouth. Then, without warning,<span style="font-style: italic">she'd</span>been in the harpy's mouth, and more swiftly than she would've thought possible she'd been in the embrace of the birdwoman's stomach, crushing the life from her, its acids melting her flesh. She knew, as she clung to consciousness, that the harpy had already more than half-killed her, and that if she didn't escape<span style="font-style: italic">now</span>the best she could hope for was that unconsciousness would save her from the pain of digesting alive.<br/><br/>Her fingernails bit into the sphincter of muscle that led to the harpy's throat, a haven that moments ago she'd have done anything to avoid, her strong bunny legs kicking with all their might {Escape attempt vs. Zorakatra CMD 24: 1d20 (16) + 0 = Failure}, and for a moment it seemed like it would work, as she forced first one finger, then another, then her whole hand through - but the band of muscle redoubled its efforts, tightening like a vice, and she felt her wrist twist and snap as the sphincter crushed it, leaving her dangling and trapped in the hot, stinking pit of acid.<br/><br/>“No!” Shouted Zivit, restraining her own snapping, kicking bimbun as Babs bolted for the door {full attack vs. Zivit AC 16: Buck, 1d20 (15) + 0 = failure, Bite 1d20 (20, equiv 30) + 0 -5 = success, critical threat, roll to confirm (7), not confirmed, damage = 1d4 (4) + 0 = 4. “Stop her!” She shouted, as blood poured from her wrist to spatter the bimbun she straddled. “If she escapes someone'll knock her up and in a month we'll be buried in bimbuns!”<br/><br/>“Wait for me!” Wailed the bimbun in Aethor's grip, as her sister bolted for the door. The room had been a trap, and become a massacre, and this might well be her last chance at escape. She wriggled and twisted for all she was worth in the centaur's grip, did everything she could to tip or overbalance him, but he was too much. His body easily overpowered hers, and the thought that all that remained of her might soon be part of it didn't comfort her at all. {Escape grapple vs. Aethon CMD 20: 1d20 (12) +0, failure}<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>[Grapple check vs. bimbun CMD 12: Rolled:NATURAL 20+4 CMB +2 Assist other action for the double team = 26-(any damaged caused by the bimbun's AoO) They're not properly statted yet so let's say 20AC for the sake of argument. Pretty much impossible to fail so proceeding with assumed success.] </div></blockquote>{We'll ignore the AOO as the combat seems like it is almost at an end.<br/><br/>Babs wailed as the elf effortlessly tripped her sister, and the guiding hand was snatched from her grasp. She turned, wanting to go back... but the room was a massacre, all her siblings seized or in the process of being devoured or already digesting. She couldn't go back, she just<span style="font-style: italic">couldn't</span>... but nor could she tear her eyes from the scent. The two guards had seized her before she'd even noticed, and her struggles were to no avail {escape check vs. guard CMD: 1d20 (5), pretty certain failure}.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Linda (Anime Chaos): </div></blockquote><br/><br/>It was very tight and unpleasant, down in the female naga's belly, not helped by sharing it with a recently-deceased goat. Bambi wanted out, out at any price {escape attempt vs. Linda CMD 16: 1d20 (2) + 0 = failure}. But no matter how she struggled, there was nothing the bimbun could do to escape the hot, smelly place in which she was trapped. And she didn't imagine it was going to get any more pleasant. In fact, quite the reverse...