{{<img alt=":evil:" src="./images/smilies/evil.gif" title="Evil or Very Mad"/>Post 666<img alt=":evil:" src="./images/smilies/evil.gif" title="Evil or Very Mad"/>}}<br/><br/><span style="color: green"><span style="text-decoration: underline">[Experience]</span><br/>Kahmori:  46,000 + 1,000 (backstory) = 47,000 xp<br/></span><br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">&lt;inside Kahmori&gt;</span></span><br/>Past the glistening jaws, over the long slithering (*yelp!* perverted!) tongue, the squirrelgirl disappears inch by inch into the ravenous fox.<br/>Her arms are pinned, then one kicking leg, then the second, until finally...<br/><span style="font-style: italic">*GLUMPH*</span>...Lin is swallowed whole and alive.<br/><br/>She slides downwards, coaxed along the relentless undulation of the slick throat muscles. She quickly finds that it is impossible to stop or even slow her descent down the chute--though it's not for lack for lack of trying. With her limbs pinned in place, she can do little more than wriggle and whimper.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">*LUB-DUB* *LUB-DUB* *LUB-DUB* *LUB-DUB*...</span>The steady cadence of the predator's heart resonates all around her, along with various other squishy organic noises, all of them growing louder as she slips inexorably deeper...<br/>The kitsune's innate magic suffuses the flesh around her with a dim glow, just enough for her to make out its contours. Below her she sees the bottom of the throat, currently puckered tightly shut. Gravity pushes her face right up against the cardiac sphincter, much to her disgust. For a few moments she sits there, her scrawny weight insufficient to force the tight portal open.<br/>Then...<span style="font-style: italic">*GLUMPH*</span>Another wave of peristalsis shoves her through, sending her slurping into the stomach proper. It is roomier than the throat, but only just barely; she is still pinned upside-down in a space much too small for her, surrounded by oozing walls that have the unpleasant habit of rolling and squeezing--not a good place to be claustrophobic as, unfortunately, poor Lin is. But it's not the stomach's fault. It isn't meant for comfort; it's meant for processing raw nutrition (such as squirrelgirls, for example) into a more easily absorbed form, something it is very good at.<br/><br/>She hears another sound resonate through her living prison: a<span style="font-style: italic">murr</span>of extreme satisfaction. She would be offended that her pred is enjoying this so much--if she weren't preoccupied going bonkers with panic.<br/>She then feels her world tilt, rise and sway with movement as Kahmori stands and exits the stables.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">&lt;Jolly Barbazu&gt;</span></span><br/>"Hey...hey now..." says Leska with mounting alarm. Not fear--no, her ego would never allow that. But definitely alarm. "Hold on..."<br/>But when Auralia gives her stern pronouncement, it matters little that Leska doesn't know Celestial. The look on the radiant girl's face says it all: it's over for her.<br/><br/>The angel closes in, filling Leska's vision with waves of golden hair and a hungry face. "!" the drider gasps, and Rihyan notices her struggles weaken somewhat.<br/>Leska is stricken, enchanted by her devourer's beauty, a beauty that she will soon be adding to. The irony of the situation--that this is the very same thought so many of her own captives had before she sent them down--is lost on her.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Jess joins Mindy in staring slack jawed and trying not to drool.<br/><br/>Soma also watches with heated interest, and with a hint of surprise: she had her doubts whether this naive cloud-dweller would have enough predatory spirit to down such a big meal. She is pleasantly surprised to find that, yes, Auralia has quite an appetite.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">&lt;Nurkisi's tent&gt;</span></span><br/>The tea tastes even stronger than it smells. It's rather disgusting, actually. It reminds Geno of a vivid memory from his youth, of a time when he swallowed a heaping spoonful of allspice on a dare.<span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">(a dare that he won, of course, since he's Geno)</span><br/><br/>As he is contemplating why his hostess would offer him such a rancid drink, he happens to notice that Nurkisi is still holding her cup--and it is still full. She had brought it to her mouth and had appeared to tilt it, but not one drop had actually entered her mouth. Now she is just staring at him, her grin growing less friendly and more sinister by the second.<br/><br/>As he is contemplating<span style="font-style: italic">this</span>curious fact, a wave of wrenching nausea hits him like a bus.<br/><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">[Geno: make a fortitude save]<br/>[Even in his inebriated state, Geno recognizes a poisoning attempt. The act of aggression ends the charm effect.]</span>