((This should catch Xali up to the current round! Also, I am woefully un-practiced at the prey side of things, so...don't expect anything too horribly stellar till I get the details worked out.x3))<br/><br/><br/>Makisa's heart hammered in her chest, her wide, blue eyes surveying the relative carnage of the little scuffle. It was small and contained, but everything was still so...so...well, WILD. It wasn't the first time she'd been in a scrap before. To the contrary, she'd slipped her blade into a few ribs in her life, and whilst she was not quite as openly...well, murderous as a few of her compatriots, she did know her way around a fight between two or three people. This...THIS was far, far different. The firing of the gun, the incredible displays of magic that made her eyes hurt, the cat-person getting HUGE, it was just...all too much, all at once. It was hard to keep track of which side was winning in the din, and only when she saw Drodjee make the apparent leader of the little group a bugle in her midsection did she finally feel her first little trickle of confidence. Heh, the one who'd said she'd end up as someone's food by the end of the day, reduced to the same. A smirk settling upon her face, Makisa took a moment to admire the shifting bulge - it had to be terrifying to be eaten. It'd never happened to her, and never would, but even being teased with it...well, it mattered little. He was in his place. There was nothing getting done with her standing around, scared to enter the fight...and with her foes appropriately distracted, it'd be all too easy to slip up behind them and --<br/><br/>--She never got to finish the thought.<br/><br/>Somewhere in the back of her mind, the little<span style="font-style: italic">snick</span>she'd somehow heard over the fighting before her, she knew was bad news. It was an instinctual reaction, her body stiffening, her head starting to swivel to take in the sight of the sound that was *JUST* out of place. Was that footsteps? Soft, padding footsteps--<br/><br/>'Gyaaa!' The sudden, loud<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">smack</span></span>of a hand upon her fleshy backside brings with it a stinging pain that made her entire body jerk at the sensation, a cry of surprise rising in her throat. To Tom, it was not anywhere near as bad - the first sample of his intended prey, a firm grip of her soft, enticing butt, malleable and nearly perfectly rounded. Even through the material of her leather shorts, Tom could feel every delightful detail with near perfect clarity, and a simple shift of his hand downwards allowed a lovely grope of the bare flesh of her thigh, just toned enough to have some form, but still so very soft and feminine. The second blow - a little cuff to her chest - leaves her momentarily winded and gasping for air, but as she turns to face him, her hand is already moving towards her blade, eyes wide in surprise and just a hint of fear.<br/><br/>'Grrk...w-who the hell are you...?!" She manages to half-whisper out through her clenched teeth, shaking hand fumbling for her small blade. Hardly had her hand closed around the hilt before Tom's own arms wrapped around her waist like a furry vice, pulling her tightly up against his front "Nnhhgg, let me go you--wh-what did you say?!" Every bit as striking as the physical blow to her rump, what he'd said about 'dance of the tongue and throat' had her head reeling. Who the hell was he?! Where'd he come from?! And most importantly, why was he looking at her with those hungry eyes, why were his jaws opening eagerly....<br/><br/>"Oh..sh-" Gluk!<br/><br/>((This would be the end of the previous round's description. This brings Xali into the current round...))<br/><br/>Again, Makisa found herself silenced, this time by her head getting stuffed between the canid's jaws, forcing her lips down against the wide, saliva-coated tongue that so eagerly flicked across her delicate, soft, peachy skin. It was like something out of a waking nightmare - taunted with being a snack, then allowed to calm down...only for a pair of jaws to start sliding over her head, plunging her into the muted light that filtered into the sidhe's mouth around her neck. No...nononono! This couldn't be happening to her! She...she was too good for this! Too good to end up as someone's food! No - as much as she's seen OTHER people spend their last hours steadily digesting away in some pleased predator's stomach, it was not a fate that was even remotely possible for her. It simply wasn't!<br/><br/>Yet, as much as she wanted to deny reality...reality would have no part of it.<br/><br/>Another upwards heft pulls Makisa tightly up against Tom's chest, the human woman - about equivalent to his own size - immediately starting to squirm and writhe in his grasp, though to no avail - Tom had her, and there was nothing she could do about it. As he takes a moment to run his tongue lavishly across the soft skin of her cheeks, the scent of her body hits him like a tidal wave, nearly strong enough to make his head spin. The delicate scent of some form of wild flower - no doubt some sort of perfume she used, or perhaps some sort of bathing oil used in the bath - was both muted enough to allow the canid's nose to pick up the alluring natural smell of her body, but strong enough to add just another hint of 'spice' to her already heady aroma. Perhaps most enticing, though, was that faint scent of fear he could detect. Another flick of his tongue across her face confirmed it - fear was a wonderful aroma, and it made an even better spice.<br/><br/>With her squirming form pressed so tightly against his own, it's difficult to ignore just how lovely her body was - and how tasty every inch of it would no doubt be. Her breasts, full of life and just barely held by her leather top, pressed up against his chest like two soft, fleshy pillows, so warm and enticing against his fur. 'Ample' truly was the only way to describe her, and the more Tom squeezed his arms around her waist, the tighter those luscious orbs pressed against him, allowing him a premature feel for what the sensation of having them sliding down his throat would feel like. Her middle was slender and soft, without the more hardened forms of those who plied their trades as warriors - she was clearly one who preferred less direct conflict, much like Tom himself. Lower, her waistline expanded back into wider hips and a butt that was so utterly grabbable, it was difficult to keep his attention on holding her. Yet, hold her he did, and with another deep 'gluk!', Makisa's face slid along his tongue, and into the tight, hot recesses of his throat.<br/><br/>Coated in saliva, Makisa finds herself coughing up some that had managed to get into her mouth, a groan of displeasure following behind as she felt the slick, tight flesh of the canid's throat ripple around her head like a fleshy sock. Thrashing in his grip, Makisa manages to get just enough leverage against his chest to pull back ever so slightly, a quarter-inch or less...before the powerful tugging of his throat simply reclaims it's hold on her, tugging her back in. In the frantic fight for survival, Makisa's overthrow coat manages to slip off, fluttering to the ground - a wonderful turn of events for Tom. It was cloth, and digestible, but it lacked any real flavor, and it's accidental removal allowed him to taste her now-bare shoulders and arms with so much more clarity. The flavor was nothing short of divine, and as Tom's own thoughts turned towards the slightly more rustic taste, he detected so many more underlying flavors - the bathing oil she used, the faint spray of seasalt that coated her, effects of living by the ocean, so many flavors that made his mouth water, made his senses practically dance with the sensation...<br/><br/>Ignorant of her own taste and how doomed she was if Tom WAS able to swallow her, Makisa continues her struggles in vain, finally finding her voice as the sidhe's jawline crept upwards around her neck and down around her shoulders "N-NOO!!! STOP! YOU CAN'T EAT ME! I'M A HUMAN! STOP! LET'S - AHHH!!!" To Tom, the shouts came out as muffled pleading, the volume of her cries detracted by layers of flesh and muscle as her head sank behind his chest, and his jaws just began to creep upwards over her breasts. Still stunned from the initial jab he'd given her, Makisa lowered her arms to push against his own, only for Tom to adjust his grip at just the right moment to pin her arms against her side. It was in that moment she knew she was in trouble - without leverage to fight back, she was just a living piece of meat to stuff into his belly at his leisure. A fact that became even more scary when her breasts squeezed between his jaws, leaving her nearly a third of the way swallowed already.<br/><br/>Tom could feel every fear-stricken beat of the girl's heart as his tongue eagerly explored along the swell of her breasts, every frantic jerk of her body (or even upwards tug of his own) making those exquisite orbs jiggle and sway against his cheeks and tongue. Ugh, and the FLAVOR - it was enough to fog his mind, enough to overwhelm his senses, every new inch of her skin more delectable than the last. Even with her chest covered in a leather top, there was more than enough soft flesh to explore, and as the weight of her body sinks ever deeper and deeper into his own, it becomes increasingly difficult to concentrate on any single part of the various flavors he could detect - they were all equally as delectable, and a true treat to his tongue.<br/><br/>"Oh gods, this can't be happening...!' Makisa wails from somewhere near Tom's belly, even as his tongue and jaws slide down to claim her own, the faint, tickling sensation of his tongue against her navel making her feet jerk and kick. Yet, again, her view of reality is far different from the cu sidhe's his jaws effortlessly creeping upwards around her shapely hips and rump, aided by every slap and grope and squeeze of that luscious rump that he teased her with, pushing her further and further towards her digestive fate.<br/><br/>With her arms against her side, Makisa is unable to stop her descent, or even shield her face from it's eventual entry into Tom's stomach, and within a matter of seconds the distraught human girl finds herself squishing face-first down into the slippery, velvet interior of the canid's belly "Nnngghh...s-stop!' She cries again, but those cries are ignored, punctuated by another increasingly-eager swallow that has her hips and thighs squeezing into the heated interior of the sidhe's maw. By that point, it was all over - a few more quick swallows, and Tom is able to exhale a sigh of relief, the pretty human coming to settle, tilted against the walls of his stomach. She felt so...GOOD inside him, her some hundred and thirty pounds or perhaps a bit more of weight settled in quite nicely.<br/><br/>For a few seconds, Makisa doesn't even move, simply letting the gravity of the situation sink in. She...she'd been eaten?! Eaten by a canine?! Nonono. Nonononono! She had to get out! There was only one thing that happened to people stuffed into a stomach, and though she'd never gotten to do it to others herself, she'd certainly seen it's effects. She'd be digested within a day's time, she'd DIE, little more than a meaty soup for...for...<br/><br/>No! She had to escape! Her suddenly-shaking arms and legs spring into action, her feet planting against the base of the cu sidhe's stomach in a complete panic. Her hands, pressing against his side for support, shift upwards, looking for the entrance to his throat. If she could find it, she could escape, right? Could crawl up his throat and out, get one of her allies to help her...yeah! Just just...had to find it!<br/><br/>(( Makisa failed her attempt to escape horribly, even without the -5 from the spell.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/385254">Wiggle! D:</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+1</span><span style="font-weight: bold">6</span><br/><br/>Looks like she's on her way to being food!))<br/><br/>It proved to be easier said than done, as her shaking legs slip from beneath her, curling up against the right side of his stomach, while her chest and face are forced against the left. The timing could not have been any less opportune, as the sudden burp rapidly compresses her already incredibly tiny space to the point that the fleshy walls of his stomach were pressing up against every inch of her body, not quite form-fitting just yet....but a little more pushing and squeezing of his hands, or even another little burp, and she might very well be unable to move. That realization pulls her closer to true panic, her hands pressing with all their might against the slimy, acid-coated walls of her fleshy prison, but to no avail.<br/><br/>From the outside, the show is a rather interesting one - it was clear the poor girl had no leverage, the bulges of her hands pressing desperately against the interior of the cu sidhe's stomach clearly televised in the soft, green fur that covered his belly. The faint imprint of her head could be seen just below his ribs, the bulge of her breasts just below, and it seemed her belly occupied the bottom of her little temporary home, with her knees pressing out his belly on the other side, making to furry bulges where her legs are forced to arch up against the walls of his stomach.<br/><br/>"Ghh...yaa! It..s-stings! L-lets talk about this! You d-don't want to digest me! I f-felt...your...l-lust! Don't you think I could make a better...lover?! I'd do it! J-just let me out!"