<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;">****EDIT****<br/><br/>....*REEDITING A REEDITED EDIT*<br/>A small change I will be making, starting with this post - The penalties for swallowing someone of your size is halved. More or less, the penalties work against the PCs a bit more than the NPCs. Will make devouring enemies a little easier on the party, and encourage it a little bit more for those who do not have improved gluttony (Which, until this point, is one of those 'You MUST take it' feats).<br/>Thanks to Sherani for bringing this to my attention.<br/>To those with improved gluttony, when you eat your stomach-size in food, those penalties are going to be halved as well. <img alt=";)" src="./images/smilies/wink.gif" title="Wink"/> However, all penalties above your first size will be the same (-4 stuffing penalty, so forth - only after you eat your stomach size AND something else)<br/><br/>Going to see how this works for a while!<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Also - my apologies for any lack of description in this week's post. It's been a long, long week of checking backgrounds, character sheets, and...oy. XD My brain feels like mush. I did, however, want to get up some sort of update. Next week, expect the cobwebs to clear, and the game to move forwards! &gt;:3<br/><br/>*Shoulders his workload, and struggles on under the weight*</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;&lt;Sherani&gt;&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>(Nera takes<span style="font-weight: bold">2</span>subdual damage from 'frenzy)<br/><br/>With an almost supernatural level of insight, Nera's tongue dodges the vicious bite from the furious shifter. Not only does it dodge the sharpened teeth of the longtooth shifter, it seems determined to add insult to injury, curling up beneath Sherani's chin and lightly digging that rough, sandpapery tongue into the little, shallow cut left by Ureck's bolt. Another thin sheen of saliva is added to Sherani's cheek, which by now was more wet than try.<br/><br/>However, that brief moment of bravado - tasting when she should have been swallowing - costs Nera. The enraged shifter snaps her head back, jerking it free from Nera's hot, saliva-filled maw. Sherani is rewarded for her efforts with the incredibly discomforting, stinging sensation of Nera's sharp little teeth scraping over the top of her head and beneath her chin, leaving thin, red streaks in the tigress shifter's skin - but at least she was free of the slimy, pink embrace of the alleycat's muzzle.<br/><br/>(1d20 (11) + 12 ( +2 predator instinct ) = 25. DC 26 - Sherani has moved backed to 'grappled' from 'Ingested')<br/><br/>The fiesty longtooth was not out of the fire yet, though.<br/><br/>Seemingly unperterbed by Sherani's shout of rage, Nera retorts - her mouth opens in an ear-splitting growl of predatory might right in her face, thick strands of spittle spattering wetly across the tigress shifter's face and neck. Her frenzy-fogged mind registered only one thing - Sherani was food. Food belonged in the stomach, not outside of it. It was a problem that needed to be fixed.<br/><br/>Nera's muscles tense slightly as a bolt from seemingly nowhere sticks her right in the center of her back. Yet, despite the pain, despite the fact more intelligent tactical choices could be made...the only thing that mattered was Sherani, and her stomach. Eager to make the two meet, Nera's jaws open once again, thin streams of saliva trickling from the corners of her mouth as she hikes Sherani's thigh up higher against her own (Removing a bit of the tigress' badly-needed leverage)...<br/><br/>And bites.<br/><br/>((Vore check - 1d20(17) + 12 (+2 predatory instinct) = 31))<br/>((Vore check - 1d20 (1) + 7 (+2 predatory instinct) = 10 ))<br/>((Vore check - 1d20(18) + 12 (+2 predatory instinct) = 32))<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> If Sherani fails one grapple check.. </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;"><span style="font-weight: bold">*SllllluuurrrULP!!*</span><br/><br/>Nera wastes no time in just trying to force Sherani's head into her mouth. Instead, her jaws open wide, and she crams them down over Sherani's body as far as they can go, stuffing the struggling tigress into the tight, rippling depths of her eager, hungry throat.<br/><br/>Sherani is given only another brief look at Nera's teeth, the eagerly curling little pink tongue, and the glistening, rosey interior of her heavily-salivating mouth...before she is encased in warmth, wetness, and total darkness.<br/><br/>Nera's jaws decend smoothly over Sherani's shoulders and across her chest and back, her jaws locking just beneath Sherani's breasts. A loud, wet, slurping sound accompanies the decent of Nera's maw, very much resembling the sound one would make when slurping up a single long strand of spaghetti.<br/><br/>The hungry cat-girl was not going to make the same mistake twice - this feisty little bit of food needed to be put where it belonged, and quickly!<br/><br/>Another soft, rumbling purr vibrates through Nera's body, her tongue eagerly coursing over the shifter's stomach, sampling the rich, slightly-salty flavor of sweat and flesh. Even in her frenzied state, Nera pauses a brief second to allow her tongue to wander, absorbing that delicious flavor eagerly...<br/><br/>Yet, all good things had to come to an end. Sherani feels a sudden tightening around her entire body, the slimy, soft walls of the throat she currently occupied flexing strongly around her. With a wet, sucking sound, the passageway seems to open around her head - and she is bodily pulled in, half of her body little more than a thick bulge in Nera's throat.<br/><br/>The feeling of Nera's jaws decend along Sherani's arms and fully across her stomach, leaving little more than the lower half of her body and a struggling pair of hands visible to the outside world. Thick rivulets of saliva cascade along Sherani's arms, back, stomach and chest, coating her body for the journey that was to come, if she didn't get out of the situation - and fast!<br/><br/>The tight, clenching grip of her predator's claws shift further downwards along Sherani's legs, locking firmly behind each of her knees - and lifting her bodily off of the ground, suspending the struggling shifter in the air over her wide-open maw...</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">If Sherani fails two checks... </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;">A long, loud moan of bliss rumbles forth from the catgirl's chest as she feels her struggling prey slide further down her throat,  now aided by gravity and the powerful muscles of the hungry feline's esophagus.<br/><br/>*Grruuwwwllll*<br/><br/>Nera's stomach pines eagerly for the food being sent it's way, her body practically shivering in delight as the heavy feeling of Sherani's body courses further and futher down her throat, peristalic waves forcing her downwards into the eager, growling depths of Nera's body.<br/><br/>Enough tasting - time to get the food where it belonged!<br/><br/>Throwing her head back, Nera positions Sherani's kicking legs straight up over her body and swallows - hard.<br/><br/>That single, final swallow, and Sherani is gone - nothing but a thick, wiggling bulge decending down the catgirl's throat, and into her eagerly awaiting belly.<br/><br/>Sherani feels a slick, wet feeling creep upwards over her thighs, her knees...and finally, right up over her feet, a loud, audible *SNAP!* of Nera's jaws clamping shut signaling her fate - to be food in the eagerly gurgling belly of the beserker cat-girl, unles she escaped - and quickly.<br/><br/>Powerful peristalic motions force Sherani's body down into the incredibly warm, tight, flexing abyss of Nera's body. The journey down her throat seemed to take forever - though, in reality, it was less than a few seconds. The heavy scent of acid, and the almost overwhelming scent of a currently-digesting meal strikes Sherani square in the nose as she is forced against a tight little ring of muscle...and then, into a warm, fleshy sac. The sting of digestive acids immediently strike the small cut on her cheek as her body is forced into the tight, warm, clenching embrace of Nera's stomach.<br/><br/>Another powerful ripple of those throat muscles force Sherani's shoulder into the insanely tight little sac, forcing her to curl up on herself. Another ripple - and her belly slides in. Then her hips. Thighs...feet. And she was nothing but a bulge in the incredibly tight, squeezing confines of the alley-cat's stomach. The rippling, squeezing walls push in on her from every direction, trying to crush the very life out of her, even as she is doused with stinging, burning digestive juices - little more than a faint burn, for now...but that would change with every second she stayed in that warm, tight prison.<br/><br/>It seemed Sherani was not the only one sharing the enclosed space...though, likely, the only one alive inside of it. In the thick, churning glop of Nera's stomach, Sherani's hand brushes across a patch of fur...bone...and what feels like a peice of metal, though it was so badly pitted from digestive acids as to be almost impossible to determine what it had been. <br/><br/>"Ahh...." Nera sighs in contentment, offering her thickly bulged, twitching stomach a pleasant, satisfied little pat. The loud gurgles coming from within echo across the minurate battlefield as her belly gets to work digesting the feisty shifter that had suddenly become her next meal.<br/><br/>Now, to deal with that annoying little bee that had been stinging her...<br/><br/>(Nera's Interior AC is 15)<br/>(The check needed to escape from Nera's stomach is DC 29 grapple check. This will return Sherani to Nera's throat.)</div></div></div><br/><br/>Prendar was not oblivious to the battle going on outside - just, at the moment, she didn't care about it. There were far, far more pressing matters to attend to.<br/><br/>Such as the stomach she currently occupied. The acids that were coating her fur, burning her sensative flesh. Not to mention, the squeezing, crushing embrace of Sherani's stomach, as it sought to turn her into nothing more than nutrients for the shifter's body, nothing but another breakfast.<br/><br/>Prendar's hands move frantically through the partially digested sludge of eggs, bacon, and bread, her tiny claws scrabbling wildly at the insides of the shifter's belly as she tries to escape - a foothold, a handhold, ANYTHING would do in the shifting, slippery, tight depths of Sherani's stomach.<br/><br/>Yet, that does not seem to be in the ratling's immediate future. Her hands and feet scrabble uselessly, unable to even get her bearing in the shifting, sludge-filled interior of the shifter's belly. A soft hiss of pain escapes her lips as she struggles for her life, but to no avail - for the moment, she was little more than so much food for the feline shifter's belly.<br/><br/>(Prendar's escape attempt! Escape artist - 1d20(9) + 13 = 22. Failure. )<br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;&lt;Ureck&gt;&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">*TWANG!*</span><br/><br/>The soft whip of the crossbow's string stings the sensative ears of the collie as he lets loose another bolt. The air is split with a faint whistling sound as the bolt soars through the air...<br/><br/>..and hits it's mark.<br/><br/>Ureck's bolt sinks right into the center of the white-furred feline's back, appearing for all intents and purposes to have lodged right in her spine - a blow that should have paralyzed her for life.<br/><br/>Yet, the collie notices nothing from her, besides a faint little flinch. It was like the bolt had not even hurt her. Blood seeped around the buried crossbow bolt, but the frenzied feline does not seem to even notice, or even care, that Ureck was steadily plunging bolts into her body from a distance. It was almost like she didn't even notice he was there, so focused was she on the prey right in front of her.<br/><br/>Despite his best efforts, Nera didn't seem to be slowing down at all. Her body was wrapped around Sherani's, the hungry cat-girl trying desperately to force the tigress shifter further down her throat - but having very little luck with it. Still, Nera WAS bleeding - and that meant, she'd eventually weaken. She had to - noone was so powerful as to fight forever, especially with two or three crossbow bolts sticking out of them.<br/><br/>For the moment, all Ureck could do was pump more bolts into her, and hope she went down - before Sherani did.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;&lt;Lilium&gt;&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>Lara squirms backwards as the carnage unfolks - carnage brought on by the single, tiny mousegirl simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Her soft little coughs as she tries to regain her break are swallowed in the growls, roars, and taunts that are passed back and forth between the two combating parties.<br/><br/>For the moment, though - she was safe. That, at least, was something.<br/><br/>Adanoa's eyes stares into the impenetrable darkness of Lilium's stomach, as if simply being able to see would allow his muscles to finally start to work, allow his joints to unlock and allow him to escape his soft, fleshy prison. Then, he could deal with the kitsune who'd so boldly devoured him - an apex predator!<br/><br/>(Will save - 1d20(8) + 6 = 14. DC 22. Failed - Adanoa is still helpless)<br/><br/>He only vaguely hears the threat - or promise - that escape Vrillik's lips, but that is enough to instill a bit of hope in the big tiger. She didn't stand a chance - in close-quarters combat, Vrillik was a monster, with that blade of his. That did not, however, help his current situation.<br/><br/>A tiny tingle of fear tickled the back of the tiger's mind as he sits helpless in the soft, fleshy interior of Lilium's belly, feeling the gentle, kneading massages of her stomach press against him from every angle, so harmless feeling - until the first little pool of acid begins to form beneath him.<br/><br/>Her stomach secretes begins to excrete those potent digestive acids from every wall, the faint tingle and burn left behind as they trickled down the tiger's face, arms, chest, causes him to flinch in pain - but there was nothing he could do about it. He just had to take it, for now. He twitches slightly, trying to break free from the hold the magic has on his muscles, but to no avail - his fervent little twitches only serve to bring further pleasure to the predator who's belly he currently occupies - that, and spread her acids even further along his body.<br/><br/>Nothing could have prepared him for what came next, though.<br/><br/><br/>Where once there had been a faint trickle of acid, just a faint burning pain across is body..now, there was a deluge of it. Lilium's belly instantly fills almost to the brim with powerful, burning acids, her stomach eagerly secreting the powerful digestive juices in an effort to turn the enormous meal in her bulging little belly into little more than nutrients for her body.<br/><br/>Suddenly, the 'soft, gentle' interior of her belly didn't seem so soft or gentle anymore.<br/><br/>((Warning - Digestion))<br/><br/>Adanoa's entire body tenses in incredible pain as the deluge of acids wash over his body, stripping the fur from over half of his body in a matter of seconds. The big tiger is unable to even fight back, unable to even TRY to shield himself as the potent acids wash over him, nearly threatening to drown him before he could be digested alive.<br/><br/>"A..AAAAHhhhh!!!!" Adanoa screams in pain inside of Lilium's belly, his twitches becoming more violent as his flesh - especially along the underside of his rear, thighs, and bottoms of his footpaws - begins to simply melt away, turned into nothing but a nutrient-rich mush to be fed into the hungry kitsune's intestines. Stripped flesh leads to exposed muscles - and the real pain - exposed nerves.<br/><br/>Adanoa twitches and squirms violently inside of Lilium's belly, her stomach shifting and bulging at odd angles as he fights against the rush of acids - but to no avail. No amount of effort would allow his muscles to work, and there was nothing he could do - except dissolve.<br/><br/>Another soft, pained cry escapes her belly as her powerful stomach acids do their job - and effciently, breaking the tiger down alive. Turning his squirming, living body into nothing but a chunky mush that her body could absorb. The predator had definantly become the prey, it seemed.<br/><br/>((End Warning))<br/><br/>Vrillik also seemed to have HIS hands full - though with a slightly smaller problem..the tenacious efforts of Lilium's companion, Rak. For already being badly wounded, the fox had spunk - and it was that spunk that was giving Vrillik a run for his money.<br/><br/>The orc's arms wrap around the Fox's middle as the two wrestle, Rak trying to fit his jaws over the Orc's head...and Vrillik trying desperately to get his tiger-claws to sink into fox flesh. The flailing orc stabs at Rak's exposed underbelly time and time again - most of the time, Rak manages to shift out of the way, or simply get in too close, making the orc's weapon useless.<br/><br/>However, luck seemed to be against the fox. One time, the blade DOES manage to land - and a very, VERY solid blow, plunging into Rak's body just behind his ribcage. The glistening, red-tipped blades peirce entirely through his body, sticking out of his other side for a brief second before the orc retracts them, preparing for another stab.<br/><br/>"GERROF ME, YOU MANGY MUTT!!"<br/><br/>(Attack #1 - 1d20(16) + 10 -4 (grappled) = 22. Hit!)<br/>(Attack #2 - 1d20(13) + 5 -4 (grappled) = 14. Miss!)<br/><br/>(Attack Damage 1d6(6) + 4 = 10)<br/><br/>Rak whimpers softly when the blade strikes him, but the unflinching dedication to his master was stronger than any steel, or any pain. Ignoring the burning pain in his side left by the blade, or the warm, wet feeling of his own blood pouring over his hide - he throws every bit of his weight against the orc.<br/><br/>"Wha-mmph!"<br/><br/>And fits his jaws firmly down around the Orc's head, muffling the little cry of surprize before it ever really begins.<br/><br/>Jerking back roughly, he plants his teeth firmly in the orcs armor just above his shoulders...and forces the orc to bend double, practically pulling him down onto his knees with the weight of his body. Growling feircly, Rak begins to 'walk' his jaws forwards, trying desperately to swallow the flailing orc before his weapon could find purchase again.<br/><br/>(Rak Vore check - 1d20 (6) + 8 = 14)<br/>(Vrillik's opposed grapple - 1d20(2) + 10 = 12)<br/>(Vrillik is Ingested!)<br/>(Rak uses 'Voracious' to swallow...)<br/>(Rak vore check - 1d20(9) + 8 = 17)<br/>(Vrillik's opposed grapple - 1d20(11) + 10 = 21)<br/><br/>One groping hand grabs Rak roughly by the scruff of his neck, trying to pull the snarling fox back off of his intended prey - but to no avail. The vice-like grip of the fox's jaws was too much. With a sudden, forwards lunge, Rak's jaws open wide, sliding down along the orc's shoulders and arms, trying desperately to swallow the green-skinned warrior before he could retaliate further.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Adanoa -<span style="color: #FFBF00">41/79</span>- AC 14 (4 natural, 4 dex, -4 from dex, Paralyzed) - Helpless, Digesting in Lilium's belly<br/>Prendar -<span style="color: #00BF00">30/36</span>- AC 14 (+4 dex) - Digesting in Sherani's belly<br/>Vrillik -<span style="color: #00BF00">40/44</span>- AC 17 (6 armor, 1 dex) (Ingested)<br/>Gunter - Fled<br/>Nera -<span style="color: #FFBF00">36/69</span>- AC 14 (4 armor, +4 dex, -4 from frenzy) (Frenzy for 5 more rounds)<br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Ureck - HP<span style="color: #00BF00">49/50</span>- AC 18 (4 armor, 3 dex, +1 deflection)<br/>Sherani -<span style="color: #FFBF00">47/72 (59/84)</span>- AC 17 (+1 armor, +6 con, +2 dex,-2 rage)<br/>Lilium -<span style="color: #FFBF00">28/36</span>- AC 17 ( +2 natural, +1 dex, +4 deflection)<br/>Rak -<span style="color: #FFBF00">24/42</span>- AC 17 (+3 dex, +4 deflection)