[[Like I said: I'm going to be gone for the next nearly two weeks... I may be able to occasionally sign on and look at the portal, but the chances of me writing up a post in that span are basically nonexistent.<br/>Dwarfhunter: Maybe, but probably not if ambrose is coming back; keep checking, though.<br/>Ambrose: No worries! Real life comes first, absolutely. ]]<br/><br/>Balgur feels the naga in his belly come back to life in a single convulsive rush, his lips freezing mid-sentence with a look of pain; the strength of his scaly meal is impressive, and though he quickly clamps his hands over the writhing bulge in his belly (while fending off Bella's ineffectual kicks) he definitely has an expression of intense pain on his face as he rapidly scoots himself around so that Bella's body is clamping down on the exit from his stomach from the outside. Given that, his acids continue trying to soak the naga to calm her down; whatever else he might have done, though, is entirely lost as he finds himself with a fight just to keep his meal down!<br/><br/>[[Defense against Lamya is horribad, so Balgur invokes a fate point on his "Stubborn Mutt" aspect to reroll;<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/295374">Strong Defend</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">4dF+2</span><span style="font-weight: bold">0</span>is still not great, but it'll work. He takes 1 stress and a Mild "Bellyache" consequence. His attack is<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/295376">Quick Attack</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">4dF+2</span><span style="font-weight: bold">3</span>.]]<br/><br/>Inside the gnoll's stomach, the lump of ice around her congeals, stopping the burning in its tracks; all the gnollish priestess does is grunt in surprise, added pressure coming as she wraps arms around her swollen belly to try to pin Nanami in place. She needn't have bothered; the sorceress's intentions are in another direction entirely. Her message is sent into the ether, and she's left alone with the increasingly irritated-sounding gurgling of Kyra's stomach as it tried to secrete more warm acids to melt the chill inside. All at once, though, Nanami can<span style="font-style: italic">feel</span>as much as hear the laughter of Essoat. "Oh ho! You got yourself trapped in her? I wouldn't have expected that- I almost think less of you. Almost. Hmm..." The scuffle that ensues is one-sided but no less disorienting, as the incubus majordomo throws Kyra to the ground- on her back, of course- sending the contents of her stomach sloshing wildly. A few thumps sound from outside, and then he says conversationally, "<br/>How can I reject a prayer like that in my own backyard? Of course I'll accept that trade. Now." Nanami feels an intense pressure, followed by the weight of the incubus lowering itself on top of Kyra's swollen stomach; she can feel the rough outlines of the demon's rump and genitals through her stretched stomach skin, weight inexorably increasing the pressure around her. "Let me draw you a picture, gnoll. If you vomit her up before my weight forces her out and splits you open like a ripe watermelon, perhaps I'll let you have a head-start instead of feeding you to my new friend who you so unwisely decided to eat. I'd say you have most of a minute to deci-"<br/><br/>With a convulsive jerk of muscles squeezing around her from the outside, Nanami can feel herself pulled rump-first by suction as much as anything else; as soon as the sphincter opened, Essoat's weight forced the air in the gnoll's stomach out along with its contents. After a very topsy-turvy ride, Nanami winds up on her chest in a corner, with the incubus sitting triumphant atop a deflated (in more than one way) Kyra; Balgur, still trying to digest his own meal, is laying atop Bella in a much less pleasant conjunction using the hapless half-elf as a seal to keep Lamya in. "Covered in acid and with minor burns," Essoat said. "It's a good look on you! Brings out the color of your eyes."<br/><br/>[[That would require 4 1s to even keep the create advantage from being a success with style, so you know... I'm not going to worry about it. XD]]<br/><br/>In some ways, the scenes inside Aiyaka's and Felicity's stomachs are as different as can be. In others, they both are heading to the same conclusion, and so the differences in path reflect more the personality of the owners of those stomachs as they grind against each other rather than any serious difference in effect. The pirate's stomach is fierce; it clamps down on the harpy with brute strength, offering nothing and accepting no mercy; "Hey- you don't want to do that," the suddenly worried sounding harpy says, trying to keep her arms out of a position where they'd be pinned in an awkward position. "You know, we didn't really have any time to talk before we-" a fold of stomach muffled her next words, oozing the light acid over her head to silence her; another pair of folds engulfed and squeezed each of her limbs, clamping down all around the delicious harpy's body and pinning her. Soon enough, Felicity can't feel any real movement from her meal, only the slight shuddering jerks as the harpy tries to free one wing and then another to do something other than lay there and meekly melt away... but she doesn't seem to have any success fighting the well trained and hunger-sharpened muscles as they start kneading her into a smaller ball.<br/><br/>Aiyaka, on the other hand, is all wheedling, gentle, promising seduction. Her stomach does not try to conquer Aida as much as it tries to coax her into surrender, with its soft, slimy caresses, the faintest kiss of a massaging gurgling fold around her hips, and the constant honeyed words echoing through the stomach. All of these fall on eager ears. Aida knows, now, that she's being digested- that she's got no hope of escape, or even of delay, but can only look forward to becoming one with the kitsune. Her mind is free of fear, crowded out by the blissful pleasure of Aiyaka's praise and eager churning. "I want to stay-" she cries, "I don't want to come back- your stomach feels so good-" she moans, the last word easing into a long, orgasmic wail of bliss as the harpy climaxes again feeling the tingling of acids inside her body as well as outside. With her surrender now complete, the harpy starts massaging Aiyaka's acids into herself, cooperating instinctively with the kitsune's movements as she rubs against Felicity; the catgirl can feel Aida softening with each touch to Aiyaka's belly, acids gently working into her flesh and starting to draw it off into a gooier fate. She still moans in pleasure, albeit at a softer and softer volume each time the stomach's gurgling lets another sound escape, but the harpy is very obviously drowning in bliss as the stomach finally begins claiming her in earnest.<br/><br/>[[Aida's defense:<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/295386">Careful Defense</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">4dF+2</span><span style="font-weight: bold">0</span>. Aida is taken out, and is officially at Aiyaka's tender mercies. The other harpy's defense is:<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/295390">Careful Defense</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">4dF+1</span><span style="font-weight: bold">1</span>...ooof. That's enough for the severe consequence "Immobilized"; she can't move a fingertip well in Felicity's tight stomach! Her 'attack' is<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/295394">Clever Create Advantage</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">4dF+3</span><span style="font-weight: bold">2</span>And no, neither of you can hear or see what's going on in the swamp~]].