<span style="font-style: italic">My goodness! That was one absolutely fantastic scene, Arcea! One of the finest devourings I've seen in one of these games yet! *round of applause*<br/><br/>Anyway I was sorta delaying this post a tiny bit to see if we had any other summary devourings going on, so I could describe a bit of all of them in one post. For the moment, the other captives can be considered to be 'on the menu' for anyone who claims one, or can be converted into money after a few days of in-game time with little fanfare as ransoms/bounties/etc.</span><br/><br/>For her part, Julie-Ann was most displeased by the suddenly lusty, hungry look that Arcea took on as soon as her fellow Black Stripe Maribel made her decision. She shrank back as if trying to hide in the sparse grass, her head sinking between her shoulders and her shoulders reflexively moving forward and together to try and make her look smaller (though all it really accomplished was making her tempting bustline look bigger). "Eeee! W-wait! I have somethin' to say about this!"<br/><br/>As it turns out, however, Julie-Ann is mistaken, as Arcea cuts her off, silencing the raccoon girl with her imposing presence by getting up in her face. The raccoon girl's eyes go wide and pleading and a hint of a blush creeps into her muzzle at Arcea's mention of how much she was going to enjoy the process. "Nnn-!" she belatedly restarts her attempt at protesting just in time for those nightmarish jaws to gave over her head and eyes, and everything she could see was reduced to shades of black and pink flesh seen from<span style="font-weight: bold">very</span>close up. Julie-Ann squealed and cringed indignantly at her hair being handled so roughly, trying to shake her head free and thus giving Arcea the pleasant feeling of her meal accidentally nuzzling her own way deeper down the throat, muzzle first.<br/><br/>Distantly, Arcea could hear the mouse conductor gasp in disdain and turn away, busying himself with the engine and shielding his eyes from such a lewd, barbaric display. Of course, one of the unspoken reasons behind the foundation of Shadetowns was to give those members of the nobility who craved the occasional living prey a place to practice their 'hunt' without causing too much of a disturbance. Some of the "worst" became little more than bawdy pleasure pits where vore was practiced openly (even the 'serious' variety where the pred's partner wasn't going to be let out any time soon), becoming an expected part of orgies and frivolous duels rather than a matter of self-defense or behind-bedroom-doors kinkiness. Of course, the catfolk were all too happy to let their newest settlement go down that slippery slope... by the distant sounds, a few of the second group of bandits who had tried to launch an attack on the rear of the train where the other Cal'Drua warriors had been stretching their legs were now going down 'slippery slopes' as well, and helping the voracious catfolk stretch their abdominal muscles as well. Aside from the ones Arcea fought, there had been another 6 bandits trying to outflank them... and none of them would be ending the day undigested. As far as Arcea was concerned, the process of devouring this alluringly-trashy coonie girl was so pleasurable that it took her mind off of any questions as to why Chief Marlust and the elder daughter accompanying him hadn't bothered coming out to help.<br/><br/>Julie-Ann was soft and well-fleshed in all the right places, from her wobbling bosom, to her petite wriggling shoulders and arms, to her narrow and lickable waist, all the way down to the two grey-furred mounds of her dimpled ass cheeks (flexed as tightly as possible in fear... but Arcea was confident they'd be easy enough to squeeze into her mouth once she reached them). Though it was a quick and hungry gulp by Arcea's standards, from Julie-Ann's perspective it seemed like the process of Arcea slurping on and jiggling her chest from side to side with that hot tongue was tortuously slow, lasting for what felt like hours. From deep within her throat Arcea could hear the female's high pitched voice. Animated moans and sighs accompanied each twitch and thrash of her nubile body. The feel of the coon-woman wriggling her way deeper and deeper into that tight wet shaft, and giving the receiver more pleasure with each shudder that ran through her, was undeniably sexual, even if Celrie *hadn't* happened to be watching and contributing to the whole lewd show.<br/><br/>Though Julie-Ann didn't have anything particularly clever to say to try and talk her way out of this, she wasn't being silent by any means. Every few seconds she vacillated from a muffled scream of "No! No! No!" to angrily scolding Arcea and trying to call her names, or at least give her a nasty scratch with a toe claw. Her feet were kicking forcefully as they dangled off the ground and were lifted up into the air, following the clear stomach-borne trajectory that the rest of Julie's body was angled towards. Even though the tail end of the coon girl could still be seen, with kicking legs, jiggling butt-cheeks and tongue-soaked nethers in full view, a keen observer could already see her cute little nose and snout starting to be pressed against the front of the catgirl's belly from the inside, and handprints slipping down the gullet alongside her waist.<br/><br/>"IT ISN'T WONDERFMMMPHHH!" Julie-Ann managed to shout in a whining voice in response to hearing Celrie's words over the din of the gurgling tummy welcoming her in. Though it is rare for Celrie to face any kind of rejection, the slender grey-furred ankle she grabs starts kicking and jerking away from her touch almost immediately.<br/><br/>Maribel, who had initially been looking away with her arms folded in front of her (with Deliah even resting a hand on her shoulder, silently reassuring her that she was right to give the foolish, trigger-happy companion of theirs over to Arcea), could no longer bear to look away when Celrie came and began lustily encouraging Arcea onward and playing with both meal and predator at once, she blushed brightly and watched the scene with rapt attention. Without even seeming to notice it herself, one of Maribel's hands slid down under her own tiny skirt and began rubbing and fingering insistently. "Oh mah... well.. I have to say, m'dear Celrie, it<span style="font-style: italic">is</span>pretty fun to watch, ahhhnnn~!" She let out a little yip of pleasure as she touched a particularly sensitive spot. "I can't wait until we get all the details sorted out... and maybe I can, ah, watch you and Miss Arcealaundry havin fun again..."<br/><br/>This was the scene that the all-but-forgotten-about brown rat-girl passenger, Duchess Glana, came upon. She had been daintily holding her petticoats up as she stepped off of the train but dropped them in shock and took her hands up to her mouth in response as soon as her eyes took in Arcea doing a little "taking in" of her own. "What the ff-f-sweet merciful cosmic light is going on here?! I'd heard that the battle out here had subsided a good ten minutes ago, and when I emerge to see why our departure is being delayed, what do I find?" She cocked her head to the side and held up a paper fan to her face, giving Arcea and Celrie the most snide, contemptuous sidelong glance imaginable. "Never mind that the 'Lady' Cal'drua has already displayed shocking imprudence and shortsightedness by charging at those vagabonds whilst they had a cannon pointed directly at me and my ladies in waiting. Never<span style="font-weight: bold">mind</span>the fact that her next decision has, apparently, been to heap folly upon folly by allowing the leaders of this riff-raff to walk free instead of dispatching them summarily as they deserve..."<br/><br/>She puts her hands on her hips, furrows her brow furiously, and lashes the snowdrift behind her with her skinny rodentine tail as if punishing a disloyal servant. "...THOSE errors in judgement could perhaps be forgiven. But judgement aside, do you have<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">NO</span></span>sense of decency whatsoever? Engaging in such a... shameful display in front of a delegation of your betters, and even going so far as to drag a fine, upstanding lady like Celrie into your primitive debauchery?" She fumes as she stomps over, but her expression softens ever so slightly as she regards the elf. "Celrie, please, don't allow yourself to be pulled into a disgusting spectacle like this. There can, perhaps, be occasional... allowances for partaking of such a spectacle, but out in the open in front of everyone like this? It is simply beyond the pale!"<br/><br/>She turns around and snaps her fingers at the mouse conductor. "You there! If you want to remain in the court's good standing and for me to hold my tongue about you nearly plowing us all into a blockade before pulling the brake, then I expect this train to be fully loaded and underway within TWO MINUTES!"<br/><br/>The conductor looked back and doffed his hat nervously. "Ah, pardon my duchesss - but I am not sure that will be possible. You see there was a slight misunderstanding with some explosive detonators..."<br/><br/>Glana turns around and lifts her skirts again to climb back aboard in a huff. "That is YOUR concern! I don't care if you have to go around, over, or through the problem, but you'll get us to that ghastly little village, intact, by nightfall. And then we shall be setting out once again at the first light of dawn. Do I make myself clear?? And as for YOU, Arcealandria - "she looks back to the mostly-stuffed catgirl with a still-wriggling raccoon butt and tail visibly lodged in her throat, "do you have ANYTHING to say for yourself?"<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Glana makes a social attack on the conductor to force him to speed along... and also telegraphs her intention to make social attacks against Arcea's reputation (and possibly others). And if she does so while she's at court and Arcea isn't, she gains a bonus. Unfair, isn't it~? <a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/374884">persuasion contest</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d10+2</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">10</span> If no one opposes her, then the conductor will need to make a skill check to avoid damaging the train while fording the river. Quill, Sevana, or others with technical skill can attempt to assist if Glana's over-hasty demands are acceded to.<br/><br/>Anyway now that we're getting back towards a more free-form, less "round-by-round" type of gameplay, I'll try to shift more towards making shorter, more frequent (at least every couple of days) posts to keep momentum going, until we get to the next combat or other detail-heavy scene. This means that PCs shouldn't be too terribly worried about chronologically overshooting when describing what they're doing, nor should they necessarily feel the need to respond to actions another PC takes (unless they want to!). Unless the players do something unexpected combat will end for the day here so the players can go ahead and change their character sheets to factor in the advance they gained as soon as they're ready.<br/><br/>Arcea and Celrie each gain one more benny for their excellent scene and tantalizing every reader with their sizzling flirtation and voracious exuberance!</span>