vA soft, inaudible moan escapes Eruin's muzzle as he feels the slender, furry body sliding down his throat, the some hundred pounds of ratfolk sliding into his belly, filling it with the pleasant, 'heavy' feeling of being so perfectly full. Even in the midst of combat, with blades swinging, spells flying, and blood flowing...he couldn't help but shiver in utter pleasure. It had been too long since his last squirming prey, too long since that pleasant feeling of a full belly had been his to enjoy "Mm....rrrff..." He leans against Rea's side, biting his lower lip, one hand gently stroking across his rounded, full stomach, every little squirm, every little frantic movement made to fight for her life inside of him causing another tremble to course through his body. It was such a treat. The pack was always used to bringing prey down by teeth and numbers, unless they could get ahold of a two-legger. To find one just the right size to fill his stomach....<br/><br/>"Well, don't you look happy." Rea murmurs, giving her smaller brother a coy little smirk, her 'lips' curving in a suprizingly expressionate way.<br/><br/>"Grrf...been so long." Eruin manages to whisper, shivering against Rea's side "I like this..alot more than hunting in the forest. They are still squirming....ugh, it feels so good..." At just that moment, one of Estera's especially violent struggles causes Eruin's belly to lurch slightly, the bulge of likely a kicking hand or foot briefly visible on the side of his stomach. Just that simple feeling, the way she shifted his stomach as it slowly started to get to work on her, almost made his knees buckle. Had it not been for Rea's supportive bulk, Eruin might have toppled over right then "You can't say you don't enjoy it, too."<br/><br/>Rea's smirk broke into a sort of wide-eyed look, and even she trembles the slightest bit, her stomach squirming back and forth beneath her as the weasel within struggles for his life - to no avail "Mmrrff...y-yeah...okay, it does feel really good. Deer just doesn't quite beat this...ugh. We'll have to do this...er...a few more times before we go back home, huh?"<br/><br/>Another violet tremble courses through Eruin's body - geez...this felt a little TOO good during combat... "Yeah. Ugh...don't wanna fight now. Just wanna lay down...let's clean up the rest of these raiders so we can relax, huh?"<br/><br/>“Alright” Comes the expected reply, Rea’s body lowering so Eruin could more easily climb up onto her back “…who knows. Maybe we’ll get a snack for later, too.”<br/><br/>“Glutton.” Eruin replies, grinning practically from ear to ear. Even with the hundred or so added pounds squirming inside of his stomach, he easily climbs up onto the back of his ‘sister’, his hands digging into her fur to find the best handholds he possibly could. Time to show these raiders what a servant of nature was capable of. Two of them were already finding out – the hard way…<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Inside Eruin's stomach... </span><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;">Had it not been for the constant flow of digestive fluids dripping down across Estera's body, the feeling would have been nothing short of miraculous. The intense warmth - not too hot, but almost comforting - mixed with the damp, silky-soft walls of Eruin's belly, was almost enjoyable enough to curl up and go to sleep in. However, and unfortunantly for her...his stomach was not made for 'gentle naps' or 'enjoyment'. It was made to break prey down into little more than nutrient-rich mush to be fed into his intestines, utterly absorbed and used to fuel the rest of his body. She was getting first-hand experience at just how effective the digestive track of a wolf could be.<br/><br/>It starts with just the slightest hints of a tingle, developing first on her rear and the bottoms of her feet, then – as more and more of that constantly-dripping digestive acid coats her body, streaking down her soft, white fur to pool thickly beneath her – slowly spreading it’s way upwards across her body. Even her leather armor provided not even the slightest bit of protection from those flowing digestive juices, as she feels the same tingling sensation spreading across her slender stomach and enticing chest, courtesy of the constant trickle that leaks down around her collar and into her clothing, working into every available nook and cranny.<br/><br/>Within a matter of twelve seconds, that tingle grows into a small, but painful, stinging sensation, especially against the bottoms of her feet and her rear, both of which were submersed in the constantly-pooling digestive juices of her predator. Eruin’s stomach begins to knead her softly from every angle, the silky-smooth inner walls of his belly seeming to rock and sway, as if to do little more than to rock his still-living prey to sleep. It’s intentions, though, were far more wicked. Every little squeeze ,every little flex of those surprisingly strong stomach muscles around her, works just a tiny bit more of his digestive juices against her fur and flesh, ensuring practically every inch of her body was doused in it constantly. With every little dribble of that corrosive stomach-acid, the pool beneath her continues to grow. Within a matter of seconds, it was already up to her thighs as she lay curled up inside him, struggling and fighting for her very life.<br/><br/>Even her own movements seem to be working against her, every jerk of her body, every movement that causes his stomach to bulge outwards only serving to splash more and more of those potent digestive acids onto her soft, vulnerable body, ensuring a constant coating covered her at all times.<br/><br/>Things were not looking good for Estera…<br/><br/><br/>(Estera takes 1d6(2) + 2 = <span style="font-weight: bold">4</span> digestive damage. )<br/>(Estera must make a DC 37 escape check at a -4 penalty (Due to food chain), to return to Eruin’s throat)</div></div></div><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;">Eruin's Current HP - 79/96 (55)<br/>Eruin's Current AC - 21<br/>Eruin's Belly AC - 23<br/>Eruin's Belly HP – 30/32</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Inside Rea’s stomach…</span><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;">Where Eruin’s stomach might almost be comfortable, if not for the constant flow of digestive juices, Rea’s was the exact opposite. The interior of her stomach was just as soft and fleshy, just as warm…<br/><br/>…But she was a lot stronger than her smaller companion. Noel was experiencing the strength of her belly right at that second.<br/><br/>With all the force of a biological trash compactor, Rea’s stomach squeezes Noel’s body from every angle, agitating the already painful wounds on the unfortunate weasel’s legs. To make matters worse, her stomach acids – whilst not NEARLY as strong as Eruin’s – are produced in a much greater quantity. Within a matter of seconds, Noel finds himself practically soaking in a bath made entirely of lupinal digestive juices, the tough interior walls of her belly squeezing in on him from every angle, constantly coating him with a never-ending deluge of digestive fluids.<br/><br/>The open, and still bleeding, wounds on his legs begin to sizzle softly, not offered the protection the rest of his body – still covered with fur and flesh  -had. Whereas Eruin’s belly had slowly lead up to the burn of digestion, Rea’s stomach needed no introduction – Noel is instantly subject to the firey pains of her digestive acids, even as the strong walls of her belly squeeze in on him from every angle, softening his body so he’d become all the more susceptible to those corrosive digestive acids.<br/><br/>Her stomach – and it’s owner – seemed to not even slightly care that her prey was still alive and squirming for his very life. It seemed to have every intention and capability of digesting him alive – and was certainly making good progress on that front.<br/><br/><br/>(Noel takes 1d8(3) + 9 = <span style="font-weight: bold">12</span> digestion damage)<br/>(Noel must make a DC 44 escape check at a -5 penalty (Due to tight belly,shaken (3 rounds left) and injury penalty), to return to Rea’s throat)</div></div></div><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;">Rea's current HP - 67/67<br/>Rea's current AC - 20<br/>Rea's Belly AC - 22<br/>Rea's Belly HP – 37</div></div></div><br/><br/>“Ow!” Eruin winces slightly as one of Estera’s tiny claws actually manage to penetrate the incredibly tough flesh of his interior. It was just enough to cause the slightest bit of irritation – yet, it came as a bit of a shock, still. She was putting up a good fight for her life – he had to respect that.<br/><br/>Unfortunately for her, he had every intention of making sure she made the full trip, struggles or no.<br/><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> “No!” she screamed, tears beginning to stream from her eyes. “I don’t want to die in here! I’ll do anything! Help!” </div></blockquote><br/><br/>A tiny pang of guilt hits the wolf square in his chest. It was not the first time he’d devoured someone alive...but, his bite had been little more than an incapacitating one. She’d be alive until the end….<br/><br/>Digestion was painful, and no way to go…<br/><br/>Still – it was her choice to band with these thugs. He had a feeling if the roles were reversed…he’d not even get the slightest twinge of pity.<br/><br/>Patting his round stomach with one hand, Eruin smirks the faintest bit “You’d better make me a heck of an offer, you delicious little morsel. You attacked THIS ship, not the other way around. Why should I let you go?Why not just digest that delicious little body of yours…” He couldn’t help but taunt her as she squirmed inside of him. Feeling that fear, feeling her frantic movements…it was so utterly pleasurable. She’d brought it on herself, he reasons. Plus, she was prey – this is how things were supposed to work, right?<br/><br/>Eruin takes as quick scan of the battlefield as his stomach gurgles and churns, eagerly processing the unfortunate ratling within. Petting his belly with one hand, he notes – with satisfaction – the fight seems to be going in their favor. Both Theron and Alyssa were injured, but looked to be more than able to stand on their own. Not to mention, it looked like Theron was actually gaining the upperhand on who – possibly – was the leader of the little raid. Alyssa had managed to trip her target…grease? Whatever it was, it looked slick…<br/><br/>Then there was Mirage, who’d – thus far – been untouched. She’d been such a help, and that music, so upbeat and firey, made his blood boil. It was a boost, a surge of strength inside of him, that he didn’t even know existed – and he knew it was coming from that beautiful feline who’d managed to take his breath away with just a look.<br/><br/>A sort of dreamy expression crosses his face. That beautiful feline.  Maybe sh-<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">*PSssssssstSHUNK!*</span><br/><br/>The sudden pain in his lower left arm was like a red-hot poker had been stuck to him “AAUGH!!! DAMNIT!! I-ugwaaoo….” The stab of pain leaves him wobbling unsteadily, a thick coat of his own blood pooring freely from his wound.<br/><br/>“ERUIN!?!” Rea cries frantically, swiveling her head back as far as she can to get a good look at what had happened. She spots it instantly. Smells the thick, tangy taint of blood in the air. Eruin’s blood. He’d been shot – and badly. The thick shaft of the crossbow bolt was split in two by his arm – with half of the shaft visible on both sides. It looked bad – really bad.<br/><br/>“I’m…f-fine…ahh…had worse…” The lightheaded feeling slowly passes, but the utterly mindwrenching pain in his arm remains, making him grit his teeth to keep from crying out again. His entire left arm felt dead, useless. Even trying to move it sent little stabs of pain throughout his body, making his head fog – and threaten to make him faint “Ow..o-okay…this doesn’t change it…we need to get these raiders…off the ship. Tigress, Rea. Don’t bite her up too b-bad..augh…”<br/><br/>Rea’s concerned look only seems to deepen…that wound looked bad. Judging by the way Eruin’s face was scrunched up, he was in pain – but trying not to show it. Likely for her benefit…he knew she’d worry “..Please, just…be careful.” She whispers to him, before shifting her gaze around the ship. That bolt…only one crossbowman…<br/><br/>The cougar.<br/><br/>Her vision goes red with rage. That cougar…that cougar had shot Eruin. She wanted to get at him. Wanted to tear him apart. Wanted to cause him every bit of agony he’d visited on Eruin, returned ten-fold. Her digestive acids would be the perfect way to do it…<br/><br/>But, Eruin said the tigress. And he knew what he was doing, most of the time.<br/><br/>Biting back her building rage, Rea – taking care that Eruin doesn’t fall off – darts across the ship, her enormous, head-sized footpads pounding loudly on the wooden decking.<br/><br/>Eruin’s bad hand digs into Rea’s fur as much as possible, his other clutching his scythe tightly. By the gods themselves, this hurt – it had been a long time since he’d felt such pain. Not to mention, it had hit nerves right next to the bone – he couldn’t even feel his arm anymore. Still – this fight was far from over…<br/><br/>Clutching his bone scythe in his single good hand, Eruin grits his teeth – the tigress was down. She was the weakest link now, the prey that had fallen…she was Alyssa’s, though. At least, all of her possessions were. He just had to time this right…just to make sure someone was left alive to answer his questions…<br/><br/>Just as Pryah begins to lift her head, just as she begins to struggle back to her feet…<br/><br/>She’d see the two wolves barreling down on her, unheeded by the squirming prey in their bellies.<br/><br/>Eruin strikes first, the two long, curled tentacles on his back suddenly unwinding and whipping forwards, the wickedly curved spikes on the broad ‘grasping’ pad glittering dangerously…<br/><br/>Yet it wasn’t the nasty-looking ‘claws’ that hit her. The backside of the pad comes down right in the center of the tigress’ stomach, knocking the wind from her lungs with all the power and momentum the charging duo could muster.<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;">Tentacle attack #1 – 1d20(5) + 18 – 4(Subdual) = 19. Hit!<br/><br/>Tentacle damage – 1d8(7) + 8 = <span style="font-weight: bold"> 15 </span> subdual damage</div></div></div><br/><br/>The second tentacle slams down right in the center of her chest – this one, however, does not manage to bypass her armor. Had those claws hit, it would have been a much different story – but the armor simply deflects the blow – if barely.<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;">Second Tentacle – 1d20(3) + 18 – 4 = 17. BARELY missed</div></div></div><br/><br/>Eruin’s tentacles retract, bunching up for another attack on the prone, helpless target- and that gives him just the opportunity he needs to get in an attack with his scythe. It was difficult enough manuvreing it with only one arm – much less trying to hit with the much-less-balanced backside of it. Yet, the wooden shaft connects squarely with the tigress’ chin with all the force Eruin’s good arm could muster.<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;">Scythe attack – 1d20(6) + 19(+1 mounted) – 4(subdual) = 21. Hit!<br/><br/>Scythe Damage – 2d4(4,4) + 9 = <span style="font-weight: bold"> 17 </span> subdual damage</div></div></div><br/><br/>As if the trio of attacks wasn’t enough….<br/><br/>Rea skids to a halt just beside the edge of the ‘grease’ effect, her eyes blazing anger. If only she could get at that cougar…just once…<br/><br/>But, this would work just as well.<br/><br/>The enormous wolf’s jaws jerk forwards, snapping shut around the upper torso of the tigress with enough force to crush steel. Picking her up in her jaws, she whips her head back and forth, shaking what little bit of conciousness remained in the tigress’s body away…and curls her tongue beneath the feline’s back. Within a matter of seconds, her head and shoulders were fully inside of Rea’s mouth, the enormous canine’s head tilting back to swallow…<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;">Rea’s bite – 1d20(4) + 25 – 4 (subdual)=  25. Hit!<br/><br/>Damage – 1d8(1) + 15 = <span style="font-weight: bold"> 16</span> subdual damage<br/><br/>Rea uses ‘Improved Chomp’ on the unconscious tigress…</div></div></div><br/><br/>“REA! WAIT! We need one alive!! Save her!!” Eruin calls, just as the Tigress’s body begins to slip down Rea’s throat. Rea’s jaws shut on the tigress’s middle – preventing her from sliding down any further.<br/><br/>“Rrrf.” Rea responds, casting a glance over her shoulder to Eruin – she’d gotten a little bit carried away. Besides…they DID need information. If this one could provide it...there was no telling which others were going to be killed, or manage to get away. Having one as a backup was not a bad idea. Plus, Alyssa did have some measure of predatory entitlement…<br/><br/>“Hold her, Rea. We’ll give her equipment to the tiefling later. Still in this fight…” Eruin murmurs, clutching his injured arm against his stomach – who to single out for their next target, now…?