<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;">Seems like I always start a post with a spoiler! Why stop now?!<br/><br/>Whilst combat can continue until everyone is unconcious or slain, there is very little reason to continue after a 'certain point'. When enemies either surrender or flee, those who're currently trapped and still 'fighting' in a belly are normally pretty screwed. One gets out? Well, they have 3 people to contend with, plus whoever is still grappling them. Their odds are slim to none. Rather than write out a bunch of 'back and forth tug of war' that could potentially happen, once the combat swings heavily in favor of the party (Or the party/enemies retreat), I'm going to assume those that're still alive in whomever's bellies pretty much stay there.  They're still alive, and will be squirming for a while yet, but they'll not be escaping. This generally leaves opportunity to 'speak with your food' before they're gurgled away, or...well, whatever.<br/><br/>If the player chooses to not roll further digestion damage, I'll assume after 'a while' they stop moving and will gurgle quietly from then on. This time will generally be based on overall digestion damage potential, or how lazy I feel. XD Could be a few posts, or could be longer or shorter.<br/><br/><br/>On the same spoiler, 'Party Henchmen'...generally speaking, I'm more than happy to accomodate 1-2 party henchmen. At times, possibly more, but they'll be heavily story-based.  Individual henchmen are also possible, according to interactions and so forth. You wanna front money to hire a merc? Speak with them and see what they say. The party isn't alone in the world, and whilst such things are not always an option....from time to time, they are.<br/><br/>When henchmen are along in any number, I won't post their rolls. Otherwise, I'd have so many numbers and rolls in a post it would just be silly (rolling for 5+ enemies, 1+ henchmen, and anything else that happens to be going on). I'll just post the final result, with a little description.<br/><br/>Now, onwards to the post!</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>Truth be told, Holka likely could not have made himself any more appealing to the palate if he'd basted himself in sauce and sprinkled himself with spices. Berry-based dyes were commonly used in the wilder woodland tribes to the east, but their methods generally didn't leave you tasting like a peice of candy. It would seem Holka attempted to emulate their ways - without very much of their knowledge.<br/><br/>On the plus side...for Brady, anyway...<br/><br/>He tasted great!<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Brady wrote:</cite> Blackberries? Really? ....</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Brady's lick across the feline's cheek, and it's subsequent berry stain-mark and fur cow-lick, momentarily left Holka with mixed feelings.  So much for his 'feirce tiger stripes'. Despite his rather prickly prediciment, he felt a little twinge of embarrassment color his cheeks behind his snow-white (and berry-stained) fur.  The following laugh tore away away any and all pride the poor feline might have had left, making his ears wilt dejectedly - fine. To heck with this. Sure, he might have used berries to dye his fur, and he MIGHT not be a tiger....but he still had teeth and claws, and he intended to use them. As the lizardess laughed in his face, he tilted his head to the side, and promptly bit down on the thin webbing between thumb and finger. His teeth penetrated the thin webbing, and while doing no REAL damage, certainly stung a little bit. The sudden yelp and backwards jerk of her hand brought a smirk to his face - until he realised that was only one hand she retracted. The other held him quite firmly....and as he once more set to struggling to get free, he  realised, with growing horror...he couldn't.<br/><br/>Uh oh.<br/><br/>His wounded pride was suddenly the last thing on his mind, as slowly - ever so slowly - he looked up into the hungry eyes of the lizardess who had him held firmly in her unnaturally strong grip....<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Brady wrote:</cite> "Now I'm going to return the favor... </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Holka opens his mouth to speak, but he manages no words - only a breathless gasp as his eyes shifted from Brady's own...down to her salivating mouth. In what almost felt like slow motion, he saw those jaws open, giving him a brief glimpse into her glittering, saliva-slickened mouth, what little light filtered within illuminating her teeth, tongue, and the glittering blackness of her throat just beyond. "N-" He doesn't even have a chance to say a single word before Brady's grip tightens...and she roughly stuffs him between her lips, right into the slick, wet interior of her mouth. The sudden wave of flavor was almost euphoric - especially that faint taste of nutrion, which sent a little tingle along Brady's tongue. It was no doubt a familiar taste, and one that was almost intoxicating in and of itself - even if not for the fruity-flavored feline that accompanied it. It was like he was MADE to eat, the fruity flavor of his body and the deep, musky taste of feline mingling and mixing so well together, in a heady, delicious taste that was worthy of savoring.....for a few seconds, anyway.<br/><br/>Finally finding it within himself to start struggling again, Holka tries to force his arms out of Brady's fingers, but before he can even find the slightest bit of leverage, the big lizardess gulps again, that second hungry swallow sending him right up to his belly inside of her salivaing maw. The suction was intense, and worse - her throat made it impossible for him to get a good hold, forcing his arms downwards, while her cheeks held them firmly against his side. The bulge in Brady's throat begins to squirm back and forth, making strange lumps and impressions, but hardly causing discomfort - and bringing Holka no closer to escape, serving to do little more than wear the saliva-drenched feline out further.<br/><br/>The lizardess' exploration of his muscled legs and surprisingly firm rump gives him enough time to call out from somewhere deep inside of her throat, but his words are inaudible at best, muffled by the constant contractions of Brady's throat and the layer of flesh and muscle stifling his words beyond comprehension "Mmmmmph! Mmmmmmmmfffpphhhh!!!"<br/><br/>Another deep gulp, and Holka felt his trousers being peeled off like a candy-wrapper, leaving him entirely nude...though, where he was going, simple cloth would hardly provide very much protection. Brady *DOES* feel a sudden shift when his hips slip between her lips, and his shaft squeezes along the slick, slippery top of her tongue. His legs tense and clawed toes curl as the sudden little shock of pleasure momentarily makes him gasp within her throat, a little tremble coursing through his entire body. As Brady's tongue explores that slowly-hardening shaft, she finds his squirms a little less co-ordinated, and - more than once - his hips jerk lightly, as if grinding his cock against the wet, slick embrace of her tongue. The slightly salty flavor of that hardening shaft further mingles with the mouthwatering flavor of his body, creating a unique taste, albeit a strange one. Salty, berry-flavored feline....interesting, to say the least.<br/><br/>Though, just as that shaft was starting to reach it's full length....<br/><br/>Brady swallows one final time. Like a fuzzy noodle, Holka dissappears between her lips, the bulge of his body easily sliding down her throat and dissappearing behind her breasts, only to reappear a few seconds later as a slowy-swelling bulge in her midsection. It was such a heavenly feeling, that fit, furry body squeezing into the tight embrace of her belly. It's occupant immediently begins to rub his hands along the interior of her body, the feline-shaped bulge shifting and contorting, little bulges appearing and dissappearing as his hands explored the interior if Brady's tummy, but to no avail - at least for the moment, that berry-flavored feline was staying right where he was, nice and deep in the pudged-out midsection of the large lizardess.<br/><br/>---------------------------------------------<br/>"Ahh....AHHhh.......Mmmm!!!!" Tilting her head skywards, Laebras shamelessly moans her pleasure to the heavens, hardly concerned with the fighting that was going on around her. In fact, the only thing that mattered right now....was that tongue lapping across her sensative nethers,  the feeling of that little pink organ flicking along her sensative lips, delving into her tight little body. There was something erotic about it - half buried in a sexy giantess' throat, getting eaten out....a part of her KNEW she should be more worried about survival and not ending up as a meal, but with her weapon disarmed, and her arms held....well, there was really little she could do, beyond just enjoy it while it lasted - and enjoy it, she meant to.<br/><br/>"Nya...lick...that...Ahhh! Yesssss!" Gripping her single free hand tighter behind Sunete's head, Laebras begins to wildly buck her hips within Sunete's jaws, grinding her shapely rump down against the bottom of her mouth, and bouncing herself up and down on that heavenly, lapping tongue. Gods....she needed it. Wanted it - another minute....a single minute, and she'd reach that orgasm that was slowly beginning to build up within her, that orgasm that was starting to make her thighs tremble, her muscles tense....<br/><br/>Just as suddenly as that tongue had started, it pulls itself free, and before Laebras's pleasure-fogged mind could even begin to contemplate the implications of this, she felt that throat ripple powerfully around her legs....and with a single, massive swallow, found herself yanked down Sunete's throat until little more than her breasts, head, shoulders, and arms were free of that sexy body "Ah! N-not yet..." She whimpers more in dissapointment than fear - damnit. She'd been so close....soooo close.....if she was going to go out, what better way than with a mind-blowing orgasm? Beneath her, she could feel her feet and lower legs submerged in liquid, feel the two squirming bodies inside wriggling against her bare skin....it felt so tight, and in just a few seconds, she'd be squeezed in there with them, just a nice, thick, gurgling bulge in the giantess' rounded stomach. Admittedly, there was a part of her that shivered at the thought...<br/><br/><br/>Preparing for that final swallow that would seal her fate, Laebras closed her eyes....only to reopen them when she began to move UPWARDS, now down. In a matter of moments, she found herself pulled out of the giantess' mouth and once more standing on her own two legs, albeit wobbly. She offers no resistance when Sunete pins her arms behind her back, only gazing up into the giantess' eyes with an unreadable expression . For a few long seconds, she meets that gaze....then gazes downwards at the round, firm belly just in front of her. The way it contorted and bulged, the way it gurgled and churned so loudly, ever so slowly reducing it's occupants into a thick, nutrient mush....and she'd almost been inside there with him. Shivering - but not with fear - she once more looks up at the giantess, her words taking a few seconds to register.<br/><br/>"...Cultists? No..." She admitted, her lips curling faintly into a small smile "...Just mercs. Hell, we'd never even met till we were given this job." Sunete's words were surprising to say the least. Negotiate for her contract? Taking another quick glance at that loudly gurgling belly, Laebras just grinned. Remain undigested, get paid, and get a bonus? It seemed like pretty much every bit of the deal was in her favor. Not to mention...<br/><br/>Sunete's little whisper sends a chill through Laebras's body, the tiefling shuddering in barely pent desire. The feeling of that tongue across her soft cheek sends another shiver coursing through her body, a light moan escaping her lips "Mmph. Mmm...you have a deal....consider my contract yours. Mm...and I'm going to hold you to that promise...." Grinding her saliva-slickened thighs together, Laebras shifts in place, clearly rather 'fired up'..."You can let me go...Mmph. You had me a 'finish what you started'...as an added bonus, I'll even tell you everything I know - which might not be much. Fox boy back there on the other hand..." Jerking her head backwards to indicate Hershel "...Well, he might know a bit more..."<br/><br/><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;">Sunete feels something she's felt more than once - a once-squirmy meal suddenly reaching it's limit. As those acids continue to fill her belly, Gallen finds his strength fading, and quickly - his flesh felt like it was on fire, and the constant squeezing contractions of those silky walls around him was slowly sapping his strength, and with every squeeze, forcing him into a little bit smaller of a ball, working his body into a nice, easily digestible little ball of nutrients just waiting to liquify. As those acids continue to eat into his flesh, he felt himself starting to lapse into unconciousness, too weak to even cry out in pain any more.<br/><br/>Then, Sunete feels it - a sudden surge of activity deep within her belly, her belly jostling and shifting as it's occupant squirms out his last...and then, suddenly goes still. She could still feel him weakly pawing at her belly from the inside, but within a few hours, he'd be nothing but nutrients for her body. His fate was sealed - a nice long trip through her intestines, and out that lovely rump.<br/><br/>Her belly's other occupant, however...was far from done. With a cry of pain, she presses her legs and arms out against those squeezing belly walls, making Sunete's stomach jostle and shift, little bulges continuing to appear and dissappear in the firm, round dome of her abdomen. Every lunge and shift makes her belly slosh noisily, only further splashing those potent digestive acids over Ventressa's unprotected flesh. Her leather clothing was starting to liquify and fall off in clumps, and every squeeze of that belly around her rubbed more of those potent digestive acids into her flesh, which was already red and raw. As those acids continue to rise, the potent burn continued upwards along her body - her slender belly, across the bottom of her full, round breasts....all little more than a filling, nutrient-rich meal for the giantess' body...<br/><br/>"Mmphhhh!!! MPpphhhhhhh!!!!!!"</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/><br/>-----------------------------------------<br/><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;">Now, this is a conflict....the rules say one thing, but my mind says another. Normally, a full-run would make you flat-footed, and when you're flat footed...you do NOT get an attack of opportunity. Normally, you don't get an attack of opportunity for a withdrawl, anyway...<br/><br/>However, as Asulf is pretty much closing in RIGHT behind the half-elf as she's opening the door....I'm going to say he gets a single attack of opportunity, ONLY because she's opening the door.  This is a direct conflict of the rules, but you know what? Screw the rules. In my head, the rules are wrong in this instance.</div></div></div><br/><br/>Teran's sudden burst of speed comes with a strange feeling - mostly for Dalin. Those coiled muscles contract around him powerfully, crushing him in the slick, slimy embrace of Teran's belly - but not quite enough to put the young canine out of commission. Those sudden muscle surges do, however, loosen the canine's grip...and, likely much to Teran's enjoyment, he feels those knees and elbows suddenly lose their grip...and Dalin sinks back down a full foot in his long, snake-like body, those weak acids slowly but surely coating Dalin's unprotected body "Gr...let...me go!!!" Teran briefly hears from somewhere deep in his snake-like coils, but that was hardly his focus  - the Half-elf who was getting away, on the other hand....<br/><br/><br/>He closes the distance to Yunni in the blink of an eye, but the half-elf is already throwing open the door. She takes only a single, brief backwards glance over her shoulder, before slinging the door wide, and starting to slip through....<br/><br/>(Teran can take a single attack of opportunity here, which I will assume is a grab attempt....as she'd be getting away otherwise. I will go ahead and roll her resist attempt...<br/>1d20 (15) + 3 = 18...18 to resist a grapple check. Teran can also simply strike at her, but given he is also technically flat-footed....there is no 'sneak attack' damage, despite her attempting to run, which also makes HER flat-footed.)<br/><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;">The following is the assumption that Teran does NOT grab her.... (I'm going to judge that her touch-ac is 10, normal is 13)<br/><br/>Ducking beneath the snake-man's frantic grab, Yunni darts through the door. Stopping to take a single, brief look backwards, she smirks - fools. They might surrender, but there was no way in hell she was going to put herself at someone else's mercy. Now, she'd not only get their pay....but garner a little more favor with their benefactor. Without so much as a single word, the half-elf darts off down the hallway, quickly dissappearing out of sight around the next bend.</div></div></div><br/><br/>--------------------------------------------<br/><br/><br/><br/>Hershel swallows nervously - stupid elf...she WOULD shoot at someone after they'd already called out their surrender. Licking his lips, he casts a sideways glance at Kaitlyn. She, at least, was holding steady....Maybe, just MAYBE...they could avoid the fate of the other members of their little group. No amount of money was worth dying over. Holding up his hands defensively towards Asulf, Hershel takes a half-step backwards as the wolf moves forwards "Hey, hey...let's talk about this. I am just a hired hand, I don't know what all is going on. We're just...grunts. We never even expected to have to fight anyone - the maze...should have kept everyone out..."<br/><br/>Kaitlyn shifted her gaze nervously to the feline-shaped bulge in Brady's belly....the way it shifted and squirmed as that belly started to gurgle and churn....and the snake that'd eaten Dalin. Licking her lips, she gazes at the thick lump half-way down his snakelike portions, watching as it shifted, inching ever lower into his long, slender belly....and finally, she shifted her gaze to Sunete, watching that belly gurgle and groan and twitch....<br/><br/>"It's a ritual!! They're doing something! They brought in a half-dozen people and...I dunno what they did with them!!" She suddenly blurts out, her voice shrill and nearing panic "There's only a few others below. I-i-i don't really know much about them. There's a big fox guy....and, and...some weird cat lady. She's really strange. There's...a succubus. That's it!! That's all, I swear that's all! Let us go!! I won't...I'll leave and...you'll never have to worry about me again!!" The buxom sorceress seemed on the verge of panic, and judging by the way she kept looking beyond Asulf at the doorway far behind him...actually contemplating making a run for it.<br/><br/>Hershel gritted his teeth in annoyance - well, there went most of their bargaining chips. He only knew slightly more than she did, and oh-so-very little about the 'core group' that had went below "That's about it....Kaitlyn, take off your spellpouch....don't do anything stupid. What...say you let us go...? Maybe...a little gold to weight your pouch will convince you...?"<br/><br/><br/><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;">As of this post, combat is officially over. Further HP/Status will not be posted, unless things turn south with Kaitlyn and Hershel.....and even that likely won't require many rolls. XD</div></div></div>