<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;">Theron reminds me so much of Judge Dredd it's unreal. The first time he screams 'I AM THE LAW!'....I'm going to roll. XD</div></div></div><br/><br/>Eruin's mouth watered - it had been nearly two weeks since his last decent meal. The trail rations they'd got from their last little raiding excursion were hardly filling, and the strain, grain-related foodstuffs contained within were not very pleasing to his palate - one that heavily preferred meats with the odd bit of fruit throw in here and there. He and Rea had not the time to hunt in order to reach the boat on time, and they'd had the decency to not make a meal out of the common folk, despite how incredibly delicious they looked.<br/><br/>Now? They'd been openly attacked, their lives threatened. It would hardly be a bad thing to make a meal off of this bunch...a meal that was badly needed.<br/><br/>The more primal instincts inside of Eruin's body surged to the surface, his lips rolling hungrily across his lips as he gazed at the slender delicacy before him. She had claws - so, she was dangerous, to an extent. Not to mention, his ability to hunt in what he considered his 'lesser' form was next to nothing. Yet...he couldn't help but allow his gaze to travel across the skinny, delicate-looking ratling's body, his stomach growling with a hunger that her body could very well feed.<br/><br/>The look of fear in her eyes, the way she trembled just by looking at him - it was natural. The fear prey felt when gazing upon a predator, someone who would happily send them to their stomachs...<br/><br/>She looked delicious. Mouthwateringly so. His ears perk at the sound of the weasel's cry of terror - Rea was enjoying her own meal. Good. It looked like both of them would get the opportunity to feed their bellies today, after all. Now, how to go about doing it...<br/><br/>Then, Mirage's music catches his ear for the second time - she'd switched tunes? It sounded so incredibly different than the music that was played at home - the fiddles of the satyrs and the grigs, the gentle orcarinas and flutes of the nymphs, the whistling boughs of the dryads. Even so...it was almost entrancing. Once more, even in the heat of combat, even when his stomach was growling in hunger - he couldn't help but shift his attention to the beautiful feline girl who'd taken his breath away. She was quite the talented musician. The music sounded harsher than that which he was accoustomed to, yet...he found it filling a place in his very soul that he didn't even know existed. It was like the music was almost guiding him, encouraging him, whisking away even the slightest hints of inhibition he'd experienced a few moments before.<br/><br/>It was beautiful. Beyond anything he'd ever heard. Intense, overwhelming, and breathtaking. 'Just like it's creator' he found himself thinking....stunning, beautiful, and -<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">*SWISH!*</span><br/><br/>He'd not been paying attention. During that split second he'd allowed his mind to wander back to the beautiful feline, the ratling had taken the opportunity, clawing at his face - no doubt, for his eyes. It was only a slight miscalculation, the shaking of her legs, or perhaps just the unsteadiness of the boat, that had saved him from losing an eye. Recoiling quickly, Eruin's second instinct was to drive his scythe home, ending this rat's life before she even had the slightest bit of opportunity to recover from her missed attack.<br/><br/>His first instinct, though, was to bite. Something he'd found out long ago - instincts will never lead you wrong.<br/><br/>The ratling was struggling to keep herself upright, exposing a sizable portion of her back and side to the hungry wolf that was her opponent. It was the worst thing she could have possibly done. That pristine, white fur was mouthwatering, her slender body enticing and perfectly sized to fill his belly. It was an opportunity he was not going to pass up.<br/><br/>His jaws opening wide, Eruin takes a single forwards lunge, closing the foot of distance between himself and the ratling in that split second. His timing was immaculate, his aim perfect - just like he'd been raised to be. His jaws close on the ratling's shoulder, just beside her neck - a scant inch away from what likely would have been a killing blow - with a resounding *CLACK!*. Yet, surprisingly, his jaws do not penetrate her soft flesh, instead only gripping down tightly enough to hold her in place. There would be a nasty, nasty bruise there later if she managed to survive the encounter with the wolf who had every intention of devouring her, but that remains to be seen. He easily snags the very hand she'd used to swipe at him with, wrenching it upwards painfully behind her back, holding her partially immobilized, her back against his chest. With other hand encircles her waist, ensuring - hopefully - she'd not be able to shimmy her way out of his little joint-lock.<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;">Bite - 1d20(20) + 14 (6 base, +2 str, +4 magic fang, +6 music -4 subdual) = 34. Possible crit!<br/>	Crit roll - 1d20(3) + 14 = 17. Confirmed! Eruin willingly doesn't deal critical damage.<br/><br/>Bite damage - 1d8 (6) + 12 = <span style="font-weight: bold"> 18 subdual damage </span> to Estera<br/><br/>Improved chomp - 1d20(13) + 18 (6 base, 6 music, 2 str, 4 'Food chain') = 31.<br/><br/>Estera must make a grapple check at a -4 penalty (Due to 'food chain') DC <span style="font-weight: bold"> 31 </span> or be grappled by Eruin.</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> If Estera does not make her grapple check... </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;">Holding her back tightly against his chest, Eruin whispers into her ear, his voice soft and gentle, despite the menacing intentions behind it "You should have chosen your friends a bit more carefully. Still, your insidious intentions today will serve one final good deed..."<br/><br/>The tentacles sprouting from his shoulderblades suddenly unfurl, wrapping around the ratling's waist, arms, and chest, pinning her hands and elbows against her side. With a surprising amount of finesse, those tentacles rotate Estera's body, turning her to the hungry wolf she'd so foolishly attacked just seconds before, allowing her to look into his eyes - eyes filled with predatory hunger and intentions "...You'll fill my belly. And....I'm starving..." The finality with which he says it, as if it was so matter-of-fact, was almost as terrifying as the cool, calm, collected way he'd said it. Turns out...wolves *DO* eat rats...<br/><br/>His hands grip her hips, just beneath her waist, tightly, holding her squirming body still, the tentacles slowly dragging her right up against his chest, holding her almost perfectly in place. Then, she sees the most frightening, and possibly the final, thing she's likely ever seen - Eruin's jaws slowly opening before her. It was almost as if time slowed, allowing her the perfect look into that hungry, predatory maw - the long, thick, pink tongue that curled so eagerly, so desperate for a taste of her white-furred body. Those sharp teeth, glistening with saliva and the touch of magic. A single, tiny strand of drool that clings to the teeth of his upper jaw, broken as his mouth opens wide before her. The mottled black-and-pink roof of his mouth that led to the most frightening thing of all - the inky, glistening blackness of his throat. A throat that was more than able to take a ratling of her size...and was more than eager to try.<br/><br/>With what seemed like agonizing slowness, practically a lifetime, (though, in reality, was less than a second) Eruin's jaws decend, his tongue curling beneath her chin and tilting her slender little muzzle straight up towards the back of his throat. With that final act, his jaws jerk forwards, those razor-sharp teeth decending around her entire head effortlessly, encasing her in utter darkness inside of the warm, wet muzzle of her predator.<br/><br/><br/>(Eruin uses 'Voracious' to attempt an ingest check at his highest bonus.)<br/>(Ingest attempt - 1d20(8) + 22 (6 base, +6 music, +2 str, +2 predatory instincts, +4 'food chain', +2 injury bonus) = 30)<br/>(Estera must make a grapple check, DC <span style="font-weight: bold"> 30 </span>, at a -4 penalty, or be 'Ingested'.)</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> If Estera fails her ingest check... </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;">Eruin cannot help but moan. Even in the middle of combat, it felt like his entire world consisted of little more than the prey between his jaws. His entire life had been spent hunting for food, animals of the forest. Yet, there was some sort of...satisfaction. Something that he couldn't quite place, that came from devouring a sentient creature. It was perfectly natural - she was his food. Yet, the satisfaction he derived from devouring such tasty, two-legged morsels, feeling them squirming down his throat and into his belly - no other pleasure could quite rival it. It fulfilled two things - it fed him, gave him the food and nourishment he needed to live...and provided him with pleasure to boot.<br/><br/>In the second that follows, Estera is treated to the feeling of his tongue washing hungrily across her soft-furred face, coating her in the slick, warm feeling of his saliva as that pink organ eagerly absorbs her flavor, tasting of her body as she squirms uselessly in the grip of his arms and magical tentacles. Again, he moans, his body shuddering involuntary in predatory bliss - she tasted delicious. Slender and soft, she'd be the perfect meal.<br/><br/>If being devoured alive wasn't scary enough, Estera's ears catch another sound, far below - the hungry, eager growling of Eruin's stomach, so ready and willing to turn her into nutrients, just a foot or two below. A stomach she'd get to feel the full effects of, if she didn't escape from the seemingly iron-like grip the predatory wolf had her wrapped in.<br/><br/>His mouth watering hungrily, Eruin's jaw decends firmly around the ratling's neck, forcing her muzzle, and then her entire head, to slide into the rippling, slick confines of the hungry wolf's throat. The saliva eagerly dripping from the roof of his maw, the same saliva that his tongue works into her fur as it desperately tasted of her body, only seems to make it that much easier to slide right into the tight, fleshy embrace of Eruin's throat. Had it not been for the eventual destination, it would not have felt half-bad. The slick flesh of his throat was as soft as any silk, and the rippling sensation, whilst a bit tight on the ratling's head, felt like an almost-soothing massage, those strong esophagus muscles squeezing and rippling in their eager attempt to get her body fully into his own.<br/><br/>Eruin's teeth decend along the tender, vulnerable throat of his prey, though never do those teeth clamp in to end her squirming. Instead, they - without so much as even prickling her flesh - glide right past her throat and begin to widen over her shoulders. His tongue bathes her neck, absorbing every little speck of taste her fur has to offer - she tasted incredible. So delicious...and he was so incredibly hungry for something that was NOT grain or jerky.<br/><br/>Estera is treated to the strange sensation of a wolf's cheeks stretching across her shoulders, only further pinning her arms against her side, renderling them almost entirely useless. Eruin's neckfur bulges with the faintest hints of an outline of the struggling ratling's body, the odd shifts and shimmies of her body creating tiny bulges in the front of his throat as - inch by inch - she travels further towards the eager, hungry stomach of her predator. Again, Eruin cannot help but shiver in bliss as he feels her body dissappearing little bit by little bit into his throat, drawing ever close to his hungry, eagerly growling belly - it felt empowering, incredible, to devour such delicious, squirmy prey.<br/><br/>The predatory wolf's jaws stretch easily across her leather-clad breasts, his tongue - having little desire to taste of her armor - now doing little more than curling back and forth beneath her, working her ever-deeper into his awaiting gullet. Estera feels her shoulders begin to press into the tight, rippling, fleshy constraints of Eruin's throat, his jaws creeping lower along her chest towards her belly - almost engulfing half of her body in a matter of seconds. 'Walking' his jaws back and forth, he swallows a single, powerful time, his throat suddenly squeezing around her shoulders and head, rippling across them, and jerking her another three inches into his body. Rather than straining his neck, Eruin slips his hands beneath the squirmy ratling's rear, jerks her body tightly against his own, and begins to lift her off the deck of the ship, removing what tiny amount of leverage she had left.<br/><br/>With nearly half of her body caught between his jaws or sliding down his throat, the tentacles that had been holding her body retract, leaving nothing more than two hands on her rear, and the vice-like grip of Eruin's jaws to keep her from squirming free of his grip.<br/><br/>With a sudden backwards jerk of his head, Eruin's hands squeeze the ratling's butt tightly...and lifts her entirely off the ship. There is a sudden sense of vertigo, as Eruin tilts his head back, his muzzle pointed skywards...and his hands lifting the ratling's legs and hips straight into the air over his muzzle, allowing gravity and her own body weight to aid in her slowly approaching demise.<br/><br/>(Eruin uses his second attack for another vore attempt.)<br/>(Swallow whole attempt - 1d20(5) + 17 = 22.)<br/>(Estera is swallowed whole unless she makes a DC <span style="font-weight: bold"> 22 </span> grapple check at a -4 penalty.)</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> If Estera fails her 'swallow whole' check...</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;"><span style="font-style: italic">~ Mmmm...so delicious...thank goodness the boat was attacked today. I was not looking forwards to more rations...~</span> <br/><br/>Eruin's body trembles in utter bliss as he feels Estera's weight starting to drag her downwards, aided by the swift, rippling contractions of his throat. His neckfur bulges with the shifting outlines of her breasts, followed by her slender belly, as his jaws creep upwards over her hips, leaving nothing more than a frantically flicking tail and two squrming legs visible to the world.<br/><br/>Then, he feels it - the simple feeling that sends a shock of pleasure through his body so powerful it almost makes his knees buckle. The feeling of her cute little nose pressing against the tight ring of muscle that led into his belly...and slowly starting to press through it. The scent of stomach acids assault her nose instantly, along with the faintest hints of fresh air that had been swallowed along with her body. It was pretty clear just what that belly meant to do - digest her alive and squirming, uncaring that the meal that was sent it's way had not yet ceased in her struggles for life.<br/><br/>"Mmmm!" Eruin manages to moan around her body, his hands sliding away from her rear and up her squirming legs, grabbing her solidly by the calves to keep them from wiggling and possibly kicking him in the face. Her delicious body, the weight of it traveling down his throat, felt incredible beyond imagining. Now, he begins to swallow rapidly, and in earnest, wanting so desperately to get this delicious, squirming little meal exactly where it belonged - in his growling stomach!<br/><br/>The ratling experiences a sudden shift in the slow, methodical swallowing she'd been subject to up to this point. His throat begins to ripple eagerly, contracting around her body, massaging her body from every angle with it's warm, fleshy walls as it seeks to send her fully into his belly. Her hips create a shivering bulge in his neckfur that rapidly begins to fade, his jaws crawling hungrily upwards over her delicious thighs. His tongue curls between those thighs for a single, brief moment, pushing on her tush and running across it a single time as if to say 'goodbye'...before her thighs slide entirely out of view, leaving a long, spindly tail and two desperately kicking legs visible to the outside world.<br/><br/>With one final moan...Eruin swallows, his jaws parting, a visible shiver of delight coursing through his body as her frantically kicking feet dissappear into his muzzle, leaving only a few inches of naked ratling tail peeking from his lips. His jaws easing shut behind her feet, he savors the taste of her tail for a single moment, his tongue washing across the naked flesh to sample her flavor one final time...before, like a noodle, he slurps it between his lips, and swallows it. The heavy bulge in his throat dissappears finally, leaving his belly slowly swelling with his newly acquired meal.<br/><br/>The tight ring of flesh that led to Eruin's stomach squeezes open around Estera's shoulders, easily admitting her into his rapidly stretching belly, her face pressing nose-first into the pool of acid that had already formed in his belly's excitement. Her entire world is utter darkness, broken only by the rapid, excited beating of Eruin's heart somewhere above her, and the eager, churning growl the emits from his belly as - already - it begins to squeeze her in an almost soothing, methodical rythem, working his digestive juices into her fur and clothing.<br/><br/>Every jerk of Estera's body, every involuntary ripple of Eruin's throat, sends the unfortunate ratling squirming further towards his belly. That tight ring of muscle irises open around her waist, and across her hips, and finally admits her feet and tail into the warm, soft embrace of his stomach, forcing her body to curl up inside of the fleshy sac that held her so lovingly...yet, was designed for only one purpose - to turn her body into nutrients his body could more easily absorb.<br/><br/>Immediently, his stomach begins to squeeze her from every angle, rocking her back and forth in it's surprisingly soothing embrace. The warm, incredibly soft flesh of his belly squeezes her from every angle, massaging her body, stroking her fur - had it not been for the impending fear of digestion, it would actually be incredibly comfortable, if a little bit tight. Yet, with that surprisingly soothing embrace comes another sensation as digestive liquids leak across her body, dripping from the walls of his belly all over her helpless form, and pooling thickly beneath her - a faint tingling sensation. In a matter of seconds, that tingle begins to turn slightly unpleasant, turning into a very faint, almost unnoticable sting that starts on her rear and the bottom of her feet, and slowly begins to travel upwards across her body. Digestion...<br/><br/>Eruin shivers in delight, his hand stroking across his bulging belly almost lovingly - oh, how incredible it felt to be full. His tongue roams across his lips, eagerly lapping up the final bits of flavor her body had to offer. Swirling the taste about in his mouth, he tilts his head back, and swallows one final time - sighing in utter bliss. Yet, whilst he'd love to settle down and enjoy his digesting meal, stroking his stomach as he felt her squirming inside, his belly breaking her down bit by bit...<br/><br/>He still had a fight ahead of him. Slipping a foot beneath his discarded scythe, he kicks it up into his hands, whirling around to survey the scene behind him...</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Meanwhile, on Rea's end... </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;">Vore check #1 - 1d20 (15) + 29 (6 base + 9 str, +4 size, +2 predatory instincts, +2 injury, +6 music) = 44.<br/>	Vore check #2(Voracious) - 1d20 (12) + 29 = 41.<br/><br/>Noel must make two opposed grapple checks, DC <span style="font-weight: bold"> 44 </span> and <span style="font-weight: bold"> 41 </span> or be swallowed whole. Noel makes these checks at a -2 penalty, due to being 'shaken' (Shaken duration, 4 more rounds)</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> If Noel fails either of his two checks... </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;">Rea emits a soft, breathy sigh around the squirming weasel's body. She could taste his fear, the tangy, thick taste of blood that leaked through his clothing and armor, brought forth by the sharp, magically enhanced teeth and strength of her jaws. Unfortunantly for Noel, the hungry she-wolf had no intention of ending his life before he slide down her throat. On the contrary - she wanted to feel every last movement his body could muster before he became little more than food for her body, nutrients to be absorbed by her stomach and intestines.<br/><br/>The ravenous wolf could feel her actions being guided by some sort of invisible hand, like the music the catgirl was playing was somehow infusing her with strength, with power she never knew she had. Yet, that music was not the foremost thing on her mind. What WAS...was getting this squirmy little meal into her stomach as quickly and effeciently as possible.<br/><br/>Rea's tongue curls beneath Noel's back, lifting his shoulders from the boat's deck, and providing a slick 'chute' for his shoulders and head to slide down...right into her wide-open mouth, and the eagerly squeezing throat beyond. Unlike Eruin's throat, which squeezed tenderly, if eagerly...Rea's cared little to give her time to savor the taste of her prey. It was designed for one thing - to get food into her stomach as quickly as possible, and it was doing just that. It squeezes and ripples across the weasel's crippled legs, working her saliva into the wounds left by her teeth as it eagerly tugs him down her throat.<br/><br/>Her tongue curling behind his head, Rea swallows once more, leaving nothing but two hands visible to the outside world - that, and the thick, shifting bulge inside of her neckfur that was the terrified weasel - her next meal. Despite how hard, despite how much effort, those hands put into prying her mouth open, or even finding some small measure of purchase, they are just as unsuccessful as they'd been a few seconds before.<br/><br/>Throwing her head back, Rea's throat ripples one final time, jerking Noel's body effortlessly into her throat. Her jaws snap shut with a resounding *CLACK* just as his fingers leave her teeth (Had it been a split second sooner, that snap would have likely taken fingers with it!), and she emits a soft, murring growl of pleasure - she could feel it. Feel every detail of his squirming body, fighting for his very life, sliding heavily down her throat. Could feel every detail as his legs, torn by her teeth, begin to slide into the eagerly shifting depths of her belly, into the pool of acid that had already formed. Within a matter of seconds, the heavy feeling of his body gliding effortlessly into her stomach is replaced by the incredible sensation of being full - of having just the right amount of food in her body to take the edge off her hunger for the next day or two.<br/><br/>The she-wolf's belly sags slightly, round and clearly shifting back and forth as Noel struggles within, creating odd distortions and buldges against the soft fur of her stomach. Closer inspection would even allow others to see the slight outline of his back and hips where he was forced to 'lay' in a bath of her digestive acids.<br/><br/>Noel's day had certainly gone from bad to worse. In the shifting blackness of Rea's stomach, he could not see anything - and the only sensations were of those strong belly-walls squeezing against him from every angle, dousing him with a never-ending slurry of potent digestive juices. Already, the incredible sting of those digestive acids begin to leak into the bleeding bite-marks left by her teeth, causing the fresh wound to sizzle loudly and sting like a beesting. Yet, her belly didn't seem to care in the slightest that the prey inside was still alive, that he'd be digested to death within a matter of moments. For what it mattered...the wolf that belly belonged too didn't care, either. All it cared...was that this food was ready to be broken down, and in order to do that...it needed to offer up a positive bath of acids, to strip this meal of fur, flesh, muscle and bone.<br/><br/>With her prey fully in her belly, and already digesting nicely...Rea dashes to Eruin's side as he fights with his own meal. No doubt, after he was done...they would be far from finish with this fight...<br/><br/>(Rea uses a 'move action' to get beside Eruin. )</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Only it all vore checks are successful... </span><br/><br/>Eruin leans against Rea's shoulder, licking his lips happily. Judging by the red stain around her muzzle, and the terrified - and pained - cries from coming within, she'd been just as successful in getting a meal as he had. Whilst it would have been nice to just digest in peace, this fight was not over - on the contrary, only three of the seven foes had been dealt with. Gazing across the combat, Eruin whispers to Rea, barely audible over the sound of Mirage's stunning music "Tigress is next. Leave wolf to Theron. He sounds like he's got it under control. After that - we need to take care of the guy up top. Our allies can take care of the human with the bow."<br/><br/>Nodding her head, Rea kneels beside Eruin, who immediently begins to climb up onto her back, his scythe at the ready...this fight was far from over.<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;">Eruin's Current HP - 96/96 (72)<br/>	Eruin's Current AC - 21<br/>	Eruin's Belly AC - 23<br/>	Eruin's Belly HP - 32<br/> <br/>	Estera must make a DC <span style="font-weight: bold">37</span> Grapple or Escape Artist check at a <span style="font-weight: bold"> -4 </span> penalty (Due to 'food chain) to return to Eruin's throat.</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;">Rea's current HP - 67/67<br/>	Rea's current AC - 20<br/>	Rea's Belly AC - 22<br/>	Rea's Belly HP - 37<br/> <br/><br/>	Noel must make a DC <span style="font-weight: bold">42</span> Grapple or Escape Artist check at a <span style="font-weight: bold"> -5 </span> penalty (Due to Shaken and Tight Belly) to return to Rea's throat.</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;">Phew. Sorry for the enormous post, everyone, and sorry for how long it took. Took a while to write that up... XD</div></div></div>