While back in the corner, Mona and Chira struggle- with wildly varying degrees of success, one being full of soldier and the other about to make a soldier full- Delia hardly even has time to notice. As the rabbit and her elven apparently-lover scoot up the ladder, the succubus's tongue rests on a mage's flesh and her stomach finally awakens to the the possibility of having live, squirming food stretching it out for the first time in far too long. The gurgling, needy groan from Delia's midsection is loud enough that the rabbit's ears fold back a good twenty feet away, making her blink in surprise. Needless to say, the unhappy mage can't hear anything while the stomach makes Delia's hunger plain, and she starts squirming even harder to get free. As she does, Delia lifts the woman's legs up, getting a hold on her hips to control the rest of the mage's descent.<br/><br/>The mage hadn't spent as much time in Imperial service without getting a hungry orifice around her once or twice. This time was no different, not at the core; some other creature was putting her in their body, with the full intent of not letting her out until she was... well, no longer a mage. She had to get out, but knew from experience that the soundest way of escape was to have enough allies nearby to cut you free. Given that her soldiers were only barely holding their own, and that she knew nobody else was nearby save for the wretched, razor-tongued first mate and the meathead lieutenant of her guard, this didn't inspire a great deal of confidence. As a result, feeling her chest and stomach crushed by the hungry throat between swallows, her movements get more desperate as she feels the throat claim more of her body. Though there isn't much time for fun for the wounded succubus, when the succubus finally gets an unclothed part of the mage's body into her mouth the sudden slimy, hot tongue probing her thighs and rear draws a startled jerk and indignant cry from the mage- though she barely has time to react to that before feeling herself get spanked. The stinging heat radiates from there, different from the body heat enveloping her from the waist up and the hot slime coating her head and shoulders as the stomach starts stretching around its meal. "How dare you! I am an Imperial mage of the second rank, not some slut for you to toy with!" she yells, but... the slime covering her face and the tight, muffling stomach wall means that all Delia can hear is an irate indistinct gurgling noise.<br/><br/>Without the freedom to tease her meal more, Delia keeps gulping after getting the mage's wide hips into her mouth. After that, the kicking legs present little difficulty for the succubus as her instincts come to the fore, and she quickly pulls those into her mouth as well. Inside, the mage turns and squirms frantically trying to get her bearings in the sudden dark, slimy, hot prison. More of her body is pushed in, and the stomach obligingly stretches for each extra pound of flesh given it. By the end, it's terribly cramped- though Delia vaguely remembers being able to fit more in, one human now feels as though she's stretched to the limit and awkward with such a weight hanging off her body. That's little comfort to the mage, though, as slimy acids drool freely over her clothes and skin. With as tight as the walls are, there's not much churning that can be done- the stomach's natural desire to get back to its resting volume provides enough pressure on the mage's body to slowly melt and squeeze her deeper into the succubus's body, if she can't escape. The pounding of Delia's excited heartbeat fills the mage with dread, and she instinctively curls up around her hands to protect them as she tries to cast a spell. If she could weaken this uppity prisoner, sap her strength, it'd be simplicity itself to crawl out and chastise the woman before she was clapped back in irons. Just a simple spell of enfeeblement, she could hardly miss... but while the mage has a little experience being swallowed, casting a spell while being digested isn't a trivial task. The slime coating her fingertips ruins her ability to make the delicate, precise movements needed, the gurgling sounds of a living body around her fill the mage's mind with enough confusion to shatter her concentration, and the tingling already spreading over her body is enough to cause fright sufficient to spoil her intent.<br/><br/>Delia can feel the spell fizzle inside her. Somehow, even through her stomach, she can taste the... essence of the mage, can sift out the flavor of someone magically strong, can remember all the rainbow of tastes a living soul has inside her. Something's not quite right- she should already be pulling the mage's insolent soul out to take it's proper place eternally melting inside her curves, but the mage is stubbornly intact. Perhaps it's some aftereffect of her exile. But no matter- she could savor the feeling of at last being full. Her prisoner's clothes hadn't been designed to deal with another person stretching out the body they clothe, and while the dirty cloth hadn't torn off entirely, it was split up the middle and resting on Delia's shoulders like a vest, barely covering her breasts and letting her bare stomach hang out for all to admire. The mage was clearly visible inside there, struggling still against the hunger trying to claim her. She's also not used to even a single meal, though she remembers having much more- her steps, as she withdraws back towards Xarius, are short and unsteady and she almost falls over once. Still, she pulls away from the new arrivals, conscious of a number of eyes on her now thicker figure already.<br/><br/>"Oi," the rabbit says, interested. "That was Katje, wasn't it?"<br/><br/>"That IS Katje," the elf says.<br/><br/>"Dunno, she looks like succubus fat now. Weren't you supposed to protect her?" The rabbit snickers, before gathering her legs under her and leaping. She sails almost a good ten yards in the air, landing closer to- but just tantalizingly out of easy reach for- Xarius, looking between him and Delia with interest. "Alright, you made your point. And the mood's already gone, darlin," she tells Delia. "I mean, after watching his responsibility get eaten, he'd hardly-"<br/><br/>The rabbit pauses, looking behind her and down a little, and laughs. "Okay, so I guess his mood's not quite gone."<br/><br/>As Delia moves, the mage- Katje, apparently- sways from side to side hanging from the succubus's front, the motion disorienting her even more. She can only hear muffled conversation from outside, though Delia's words are absolutely clear and horrifying. "Long day of- absolutely not!" She squalls. "Let me go right this instant!" Pushing against the stomach walls, she can't get any purchase immediately. Every bulge she makes is quickly pushed back into shape by the elastic belly walls with an additional spurt of acid to reward a feisty meal. Every touch on her stomach walls sends a fresh wave of pleasure through Delia, especially when the mage gathers enough pressure to distort her walls; it'd almost be a shame when she stopped squirming... though of course, then another pleasurable, longer and slower process would begin.<br/><br/>Garth, staggered, gives the rabbit and newcome elf a glare; "Chira, you have this?"<br/><br/>The centuar briskly nods, already opening her mouth to try to cram a second soldier in. Garth leaves her to take care of herself and Mona, drawing himself battered and bloody in front of Delia to cut off the rabbit's chances of hopping right up to the engorged succubus and holds his sword at the ready. Personal differences did not allow him to let a... coworker be threatened when he could defend her.<br/><br/>((Delia finishes swallowing the mage. She is now Stuffed, and so can only make it 20 feet instead of 30; I moved her back as far as I could!<br/>Rabbit leaps 25 feet and defends.<br/>Mage attempts to cast a spell. This will require a DC 24 (+10 on roll) concentration check and a DC 18 (+7 on roll) spell resistance check. Concentration check is a 13 and fails.<br/>Garth moves to cover the easy approach to Delia and goes on defense.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i.imgur.com/Gpr0qQT.png">Map Here</a><br/><br/>Legend:<br/>Black circles are barriers (stacks of boxes, etc) that are impassible<br/>Gray circles are barrels or a few scattered boxes that count as Difficult Terrain<br/>The purple stars are rope ladders (DC 5 climb check to get up/down with two move actions, or DC 10 to climb/descend in 1 move action); the forward one goes down, the middle one goes up to the top deck. Can be cut with an attack from a sharp weapon.<br/>The yellow box is the area that's open to the sky; you can see a ramp raised up on the top deck that'll need to be lowered for Chira to climb to the top deck when you're done here.<br/>Red S's are soldiers like what you already fought, Cs are crewmen, and the red M seems to be<a class="postlink" href="http://i.imgur.com/kkehRHo.jpg">the lady in charge</a>.<br/>The Red E is an<a class="postlink" href="http://i.imgur.com/9PBzpEa.jpg">elven army lieutenant.</a><br/>The Red B is a<a class="postlink" href="http://i.imgur.com/GNYy4OZ.jpg">rabbit-girl second-in-command</a>of the ship. They were apparently enjoying each other when you so rudely interrupted.<br/>Dark Green letters are friendly NPCs (C-hira, M-ona, G-arth), light green are you (D-elia, X-arius).<span style="font-weight: bold">Bold</span>letters are stuffed.<br/>Each square is 5 feet.<br/><br/>Init-<br/>Delia 22 (34/52 HP, Stuffed)<br/>Rabbit 21<br/>Mage 16 (Swallowed by Delia)<br/>Garth 13 (Severely Wounded)<br/>Xarius 12  (45/53 HP) <-Here<br/>Mona 11 (Lightly Wounded, Partially Swallowed by Soldier #2)<br/>Soldiers 7 (#1: Unconscious, #2 grappling Mona, #3: Wounded, Grappled by Chira )<br/>Crewmen 6 (#3: Unconscious)<br/>Lieutenant 5<br/>Chira 4 (Wounded, Grappling Soldier #3, 1 medium meal (not stuffed yet))<br/><br/>Globals:<br/>Glitterdust: Basically the entire cargo hold is glittery now (3 more rounds)))