((As both Sasara and Tom's actions TECHNICALLY happened in the 'next round', I'm going to kinda...just have their actions not take much effect, as their target was technically eaten. x3 The fight is pretty well over now. However, if anyone wants to chase down the fleeing person, will need to make some checks to snag her!  Also, as we've had our first vore stuffs here by PCs, will be finishing up my ideas for the 'vore point' system and post it, along with how many 'vore points' people will end up getting very soon!<br/><br/>As the fight is pretty much over, I'm not going to be rolling escape attempts. Think it would draw the fight out more, and honestly if anyone DID escape, they'd just get jumped instantly. x3 That being said, digestion and stuff will still continue!<br/><br/>I am also still woefully underpracticed at prey scenes, so...this is all practice for me. x3 If you have preferences, feel free to let me know!<br/><br/>Also, Xali has elected to be NPC'd until they decide if they can or cannot keep up! Going to be multiple posts here, so...stay tuned! :3 ))<br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Cyria </span><br/><br/>What in the heck had even happened? One moment, she'd had the spider RIGHT where she wanted her, literally WAITING to slide into her belly, and the next...the spider had HER. Jutii's mind raced as the ethereal tentacle lifted her effortlessly up into the air, looking for a way to force it to drop her, to escape it's overwhelming grip. She couldn't kick the spider, her legs were not positioned correctly. She couldn't tail-whip her hard enough to accomplish anything more than a delicate little smack, an annoyance.  Perhaps worst, she couldn't EAT her...with the spider trapped inside her stomach, a tentacle, ethereal or real, would hardly be enough to save her from becoming just another day's dinner digesting away.<br/><br/>All thoughts that were abruptly replaced with 'Oh crud...' when the tentacle constricts so tightly around her chest and belly that she could hardly wheeze in a breath, much less actually squirm her way free of the crushing embrace 'Nngg...l-let...wheeeezz...m-me g-glk!' Whatever demand she'd been trying to make is brought to a sudden stop when Cyria draws the unfortunate lizardess forward and - holding her steady - sinks her teeth into the girl's neck. Her fangs easily penetrate the lizard-girl's soft skin, and in a matter of a split second, she can feel her venom starting to freely pour into the struggling girl. It's not to say that she simply accepts it, as Cyria can feel her body tensing in an effort to force the tentacle that surrounded her off, her arms straining against the ethereal manifestations and her tail swatting ineffectually against the drider's more human-like stomach. It's for naught, though, and as more and more of Cyria's venom finds it's way into the lizardgirl's bloodstream, the drider can feel her prey's struggles grow weaker and weaker, her straining arms no longer quite able to hold the unnaturally strong tentacle around her body at bay.<br/><br/>'Hufffffzzzz...!'<br/><br/>With a mind of it's own, the tentacle takes the opportunity and squeezes down upon the lizardess, forcing the last little bit of air from her lungs even as Cyria pulls back, licking the little hints of blood from her fangs and around the wounds they'd made.<br/><br/>To say Jutii's flavor was 'pleasant' was an understatement. The slightly spicy taste of the lizard-woman's scales contrasted starkly with the softer, slightly 'sweeter' flavor of her skin, the dual tastes mixing heavily upon Cyria's tastebuds in a cornucopia of flavor. Even her blood was pleasantly tangy, though it simply paled in comparison to the more flavorful exterior of her body.<br/><br/>The burning poison coursing through her veins made Jutii's head spin, and what very little air she could suck in past the squeezing embrace of the tentacle around her was only just enough to keep her conscious - for better or worse, as the spider's jaws open wide, giving her a brief glimpse into the wet interior of her mouth, slickened with ample saliva brought on by her own delectable taste.<br/><br/>"Wa...wahf...' Is all she manages to squeak out before Cyria's lips spread around her face, then fully around her head, locking along her neck. The sudden explosion of flavor is nearly enough to weaken all eight of Cyria's legs, the heady mixture of soft and spicy flavors filling her mouth and assaulting her senses. Even the scent of the delectable lizardess' body was divine after so long without such a 'filling' meal, and the combined taste and smell is enough to make the drider's head spin pleasantly. A single swallow, and she can feel the weakly squirming girl's head squeezing into the tight confines of her throat, though there was very little chance of her squirming free now - the combined might of the tentacle and Cyria's own throat was more than enough to deal with the venom-weakened lizardess, and in the span of a few seconds, Jutii's shoulders are sliding between Cyria's lips and into the eagerly awaiting embrace of her throat.<br/><br/>Busying herself with removing her food's clothing, Cyria finds it a decidedly easy job - a simple top that appeared to be made out of her own molted scales, and a pair of tight scaly lower wear that barely passed for panties. There was, though, a very tiny pouch tied in the back, which Cyria promptly removes and stows away. Removing the clothing is simple enough, and soon the drider's food is completely naked, nothing but delicious, soft skin and equally as tasty scales in little patches across her body to protect her from the spider's digestive acids.<br/><br/>Another gulp, and the soft lumps of the lizardess' breasts squeeze between Cyria's lips, each treated to a delicate swab of her tongue that, again, has her head spinning at the wondrous flavor, even if it was a little spiced with 'vengeance'. Whilst not exceptionally well endowed, those lovely, bouncy orbs upon the lizardess' chest were so soft and full of flavor, it was hard to keep swallowing, and eventually it's almost forcing herself to do so that she gets to continue her meal.<br/><br/>*Gluk*<br/><br/>The weakly struggling lizardess' shapely hips are next, and Cyria gets only a brief taste before her abdomen muscles take hold and rapidly suck the doomed girl away and down her throat, her long, scaled tail flicking wildly before vanishing with a little 'Slrrrp!' right between her lips.<br/><br/>Inside Cyria...<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;">'Mmfp! Oh gods...ow..." Jutii whimpers as she's rather unceremoniously deposited in Cyria's abdomen, her face pressed against the very back of the drider's stomach and her body forced to sort of double-over to fit, despite the somewhat more spacious interior.<br/><br/>"Air...ugh...huff....huffff...." She could breathe! Gods, her ribs felt like they were on fire from the crushing grip of the tentacle, her muscles felt weak, her head was pounding and swaying...but she could actually breathe! Acrid, hot, stale air, but it was enough! Enough to clear her mind a little, enough that she could, hopefully, mount an escape!<br/><br/>It took a few seconds for her to really come to grips with where she was. A stomach.<br/><br/>Not just any stomach. A SPIDER'S stomach. Her food - or what SHOULD have been her food...had EATEN her!<br/><br/>The slippery, slimy, acid-coated base of the spider's abdomen was already stirring to motion, grinding against her, squeezing upwards to force her against the top where more and more acid was steadily dripping down from above...<br/><br/>She had to get out! Like hell she was going to get digested!<br/><br/>Cyria can feel movement in her abdomen as the lizardess squirms about in an effort to realign herself with the exit, back up Cyria's throat...<br/><br/><br/>*Slrrrrccch!*<br/><br/>The drider feels a sudden burst of movement, of effort, as Jutii forces herself back up through the secondary sphincter that led to her abdomen, squirming her way up and out --<br/><br/>--But not far enough. Briefly, the lizardess' terrified face and a single hand appears in her more humanoid stomach, distending her skin just slightly...before, with a 'Slrrrch!', her secondary throat takes hold and sucks her right back down, once more depositing her where she belonged. Weakened by venom, the odds of her getting free were slim to none, a fact Jutii seems to come to realize with a soft, muffled whimper.</div></div></div>