<blockquote class="uncited"><div> Aethon (Jermayan): Fluffy's troubles have just begun; with the addition of a much more sizeable meal, Aethon's stomach is already going to work, beginning to knead and contract powerfully around her, leaving her little room to move. </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Fluffy had a moment to be grateful for the (purely relative) spaciousness of the belly surrounding her, and to curse the unpleasantness of sharing it with a dead goat, already melting down into a stinking scum. At least it was motivating, to see what'd happen to her if she failed to escape. She stood, using the more solid of the goat's remains to keep her as much out of the centaur's acids as possible, and, peeling out one of its bones, went to work on the centaur's sphincter. {Escape vs. Aethon CMD+tightbelly DC22: 1d20 (17) + 0, Failure}. For a moment, it seemed like it might work, the sphincter bending and parting under the leverage of the bone, and Fluffy could see the refuge of the throat beyond. Then, with an audible crack, the bone snapped in twain, and she tumbled back into the acid bath.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> Bellicious (Reizu): Swift it was as the poor bimbun was thrust into his belly, quite warm and moist inside. Uncomfortably so at that. It was only going to get more and more unpleasant for her. For Bellicious, however, it was only going to get more and more pleasant for him, the naga admiring his now bulging belly. "Phew. That was delicious~" </div></blockquote><br/><br/>The bimbun fought as she slithered down Bellicious's throat, to no avail. The was forced through the sphincter and plopped wholly into his belly. She turned, and began to claw desperately at the hole she'd so recently passed through, now shut tight against her {Escape attempt: 1d20 (5), failure}. She wailed, softly, gagging on the foetid air of dissolving goat, and began to struggle once more.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> Linda (Anime Chaos) [Free action digest check vs bimbun CMD12... Sidenote, that brings her under 2/3rds hp so Linda's predatory instinct bonus against Bambi increases to 4.] </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Bambi wailed as the acids began to work on her – and besides her was the example of the slowly digesting goat. She fought against the tight grip of the stomach {escape attempt: 1d20 (15) failure}, but despite the desperation-born strength of her effort, the naga's belly only seemed to grow stronger as she grew weaker.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>With the runaway dinner crisis averted Linda slithers her way over to where her guards captured Babs while her huge belly obviously and loudly gets to work on it's first course. She circles around the three once before stopping in front of a gap between her guards. Effectively surrounding the three with her tail. </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Despite her capture, Babs was relieved to see – though it wouldn't normally have been a relieving sight – that all the predators already seemed to have fully bellies. Full with her beloved sisters, true, but at least full. Maybe she was a spare, and she'd be taken back to the pen. She'd liked the pen.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Linda (Anime Chaos): "Since Jules passed on having his meal and my guards caught the tasty runaway I assume no one will object to my claiming her as a second course." </div></blockquote>.<br/><br/>Babs screamed as she heard the Naga's words, and struggled with all her might as the naga slithered over to them, and the guards – her guards – bodily manhandled her into the naga's gaping maw, thrusting her face towards the dark, pulsating opening that lead to the stomach. Babs could dimly hear her sister's wailing ringing from it. Frantically Babs fought to escape, {escape vs. Linda CMD 18: 1d20 (11) + 0 = 11, failure}, but it was to no avail. The guards were too strong, the naga's throat too eager, notwithstanding its previous meal.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> Prinne (Ria): And pressing it would be, as her throat's muscles clenched down and propelled the bimbun into her stomach, the nectarous, dissolving realm definitely not where she wanted to be. Soon, churning would begin. Soon, hope would fade. A bulge on Prinne's upper body showed the status of her meal, which was joining an already slowly-digesting goat. </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Bambi fought, as she was dragged down through the surprisingly fleshy tunnel, but it was useless, and she dropped like so much raw meat into the plantwoman's belly. The cloying sickly sweet scent of nectar engulfed her. A little seasoning of this on a bed of lettuce wouldn't have been bad. Here, it was too much, overpoweringly too much. She had to get out. But the girl was a plant, after all – couldn't she eat her way to escape!?<br/><br/>{Full attack vs. Prinne, vs internal AC 10 (as far as I can see?). Primary Attack Buck 1d20 (17) + 0, hit, damage 1d6 (1) = 1; Secondary Attack Bite 1d20 (18) -5 (secondary) + 0: Hit, damage 1d4 (1) = 1. Total damage Prinne Stomach Zero, Prinne actual Two (rules note, 1/3 hp damage to stomach enforces 'vomiting out')}<br/><br/>Bambi bucked and bit at the stomach walls, but her blows passed easily through the soft stomachflesh. Massive bulges appeared in Prinne's midriff from the powerful bimbun legs. They hurt, but pain only seasoned the pleasure of the meal, and Prinne knew the kicking itself would only induce her production of bunny-dissolving acids. Prinne barely even noticed the pinpricks of pain, as the bimbun's teeth sank through the porous sponge of her stomach to scritch at her insides.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Zivit restrained her own snapping – who bit her – leaving blood pouring from her wrist to spatter the bimbun she straddled</div></blockquote><br/><br/>“You'll regret that, bimbitch,” Zivit snapped, slamming the bunnygirl's head against the stonework of the floor {full attack vs. bimbun AC 12: 1d20 (15) + 8 = 23, damage 1d8 (8) + 1 = 9 (nb. Floor modelled as morningstar as in Harpy SRD entry), claws, miss, somehow.}.  It was almost a little flattering, Cottontail thought as her head spun, that the harpy was now straightforwardly trying to kill her. But she still needed to escape {Escape vs. Zivit CMD 21: 1d20 (2) + 0, failure}. But no matter how she squirmed, the harpy's claws were a vice around her flesh.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>As she turns back to Zorakatra, she lets herself snicker as she scoots a little forward to place herself between the harpy's legs. Keeping a firm grip on Zorakatra's stomach, she begins massaging the swollen dome overhead, adding her hands' weak strength to the harpy's own as the bimbun churned; Alizome shuddered with delicious fear at the reminder of how fierce a body she'd been held inside. As she did, she pushed her face upwards towards what beckoned her- the elf had been a courtesan at one point, and was hardly about to pass up this chance to... ingratiate herself to her employer and enjoy herself at the same time.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Beneath her hands, Alizome felt Zorakatra's muscles relax, then bimbun's wild struggles were against<span style="font-style: italic">her</span>strength, full force.<span style="font-style: italic">Now why's she... oh,</span>Alizome realised, as she ran her hands over the bimbun inside Zorakatra's belly. Like massaging a woman at the spa, one wearing really thick towels. Except, she was also massaging<span style="font-style: italic">Zorakatra</span>, nude, and Zorakatra needed her to, wanted her to, to use her hands to do the work of Zorakatra's belly muscles, grinding the acid into the bimbun's flesh, breaking it up so the luckless bunnygirl could be digested... to help Zorakatra digest her – and that was what Alizome wanted, too.<br/><br/>It made her wet.<br/><br/><br/>{Zorakatra digestion attack vs. bimbun CMD 12: 1d20 (7) + lot, hits, damage (acid only) 1d6 (5) + Alizome assist, strength modifier (0! Oh well, at least she tried), bimbun hit points -2... fatality (voretality?}<br/><br/>Lesbian sex<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;">Alizome felt the bimbun's movements change from controlled, if frantic, struggling, to wild twitching. They weakened, and she gasped, softly, as they ceased. It'd only been <span style="font-style: italic">seconds</span>, not even a dozen of them. Had that really been... she pressed, knowing it for a liberty, but quite unable to help herself. If there were any resistance from the bimbun... if the bimbun were still alive, then... but her hand sank into Zorakatra's voluptuous belly, till she could feel herself pressing an unresisting ragdoll of a thing back against Zorakatra's spine. There was nothing alive in there now, save for the servile symbiotic bacteria, that could now truly begin its work of breaking down the remains into nutritious... well. <br/><br/>“Urrp,” Zorakatra burped, under Alizome's touch. The bimbun's last breath, Alizome realised – and soon I'll be breathing it. Well, part of it, and so would everyone else in the room. A little bit of Zorakatra's stomach, right here for everyone, actually inside her. It made her hot. <br/><br/>Zorakatra's pussy was dripping onto the table. Well, why wouldn't it, after a meal like that? Its full, puffy lips winked invitation at her, and who was she to refuse. She lowered her lips to those delightfully <span style="font-style: italic">other</span> lips, and began to kiss and nuzzle them.<br/><br/>Beneath the double, meat-fed flavor of Zorakatra's pussyjuices was a sweeter vegetarian note. From the bimbun herself, Alizome realised, when she'd sat here on this table under Zorakatra's tender ministrations, ministrations Alizome herself had interrupted, to the bimbun's fatal regret. Then, as Zorakatra squirmed and leaked under <span style="font-style: italic">her</span> touch, mixing her juices with those already on the table. Those were unabashedly meaty, but that what was happened, when bimbuns liveroasted. It tasted good, and all the better for her licking it from Zorakatra's thighs. <br/><br/>A soft snarl rang from the harpy. Blushing, Alizome realised she'd let flavor distract her from her duties as a courtesan, and now Zorakatra's clawed hand gently pushed her back towards the birdwoman's flower. Zorakatra thrust her face in, smearing her lips, sending sexjuice dripping down her chin, the smell of the birdwoman's sex filling her nose. Her tongue quested within Zorakatra, pushing and wrestling like a true-lipkiss as the harpy's tunnel massaged and fought with it. It was more intense than it'd been with any other woman, ever. Stronger, tighter, more intense, but spacious when you wanted it to be, oh yes, spacious when you fought to create space you needed to lick <span style="font-style: italic">just the right place</span>. <br/><br/>Zorakatra's thighs grew wetter, their motion more rhythmic. Her moans grew louder, more passionate and more animalistic – till they muffled. <span style="font-style: italic">What did I do wrong?</span> Alizome wondered, and the intellectual thought made her realise.<br/><br/>She could feel Zorakatra's pussylips around her ears, and below her chin.<br/><br/>Zorakatra smirked as she felt Alizome's surprised twitch. It was a rare and special thing, this un-birthing. A rare ability even more rarely used. The girl – for <span style="font-style: italic">this</span> was something she'd never shared with a man – had to be willing, or helpless, but those had to be made helpless, who <span style="font-style: italic">resisted</span>, well, the place for them was the stomach, not the womb. Besides, what was the point of pulling someone through your pussy if they weren't going to <span style="font-style: italic">squirm</span>? She hoped Alizome would, <span style="font-style: italic">all</span> the way in. It'd feel incredible. She knew it would, but besides that, there were practical considerations. Not insurmountable by other means, and this approach itself not without costs, but... Alizome had rescued her the embarrassment of falling under a <span style="font-style: italic">bimbun's</span> sexual spell, seamlessly covering the slip as if it had been intentional, and then had taken, was still taking, expert care of the lusts that had resulted. She'd helped Zorakatra <span style="font-style: italic">digest her food</span>. Yes, the more she thought about it the more it seemed like an excellent idea – prophecy might've forced her choice of Alizome and these companions, but they were turning out to be a true boon.</div></div></div><br/>{NB - for those of you who read that, I've introduced an unbirthing abililty. I'll put up a feat for this at the beginning, and anyone who wants to swap out can do so}.<br/><br/>{I've gotten some responses to whether or not we add a new player, and the conclusion is that we're going to try it on a provisional basis. Basically, the doubt is whether or not I can handle seven of you... so, we're welcoming XarcesTheDelicious playing Xarces, who's a half-celestial-half-demon thing... given the early start, we're going to use retroactive continuity rather than writing him in - i.e. he was there all along. We open with Xarces having a delicious bimbun already in his throat. Hopefully this won't break suspension of disbelief...}<br/><br/>{Bimbun escape check vs. Xarces CMD, 1d20 (3) + 0, failure}. The bimbun struggled and fought to escape the human-oid...<span style="font-style: italic">things</span>throat. It was just a human, just a human,<span style="font-style: italic">just a human!</span>But it seemed to be making easy enough work devouring her just the same.