[OOC: On biology, Kari’s, and sex. All creatures are more like ‘plants’. A girl’s mouth, her anus, and her vagina (‘flower’) all lead to her stomach and can in principle all be used for vore. Kari’s, however, have no connection between their head-mouth and their stomach. Their flower has adapted into a body-mouth, with the extended stomach directly behind. This makes it very hard for two Kari’s to have sex, awkwardly grinding their flower-mouths together (stretching to massage each other’s flower is another matter). It’s much easier for a girl to pleasure a Kari - just thrust yourself in and out of her flower… which she also uses for devouring girls. Kari’s also have very sensitive breasts… which ooze paralytic honey. In short, sex with a Kari can be pretty terrifying for a girl. As a reaction, most Kari’s protect rather than devour any girl actually willing to have sex with them - because who knows when the next will come along? A particularly common Kari fantasy is to have sex with another Kari by thrusting their flowers back on forth on a pair of girls who are also having sex. An alternative, more digestive fantasy (especially popular among Blackscale tribe Kari’s), is to grind oneself on a chained-up girl until she’s almost digested, then wait until she’s healed (girls heal fast, especially if a little girl-honey is mixed with their food), and do it all over again…]<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Katina</span><br/><br/>Katina begins to purr, softly, unconsciously, as Aiyaka’s fingertips stroke her tum, the tips of the other catgirl’s sharp little claws tickling across her flesh.<br/><br/>“Mmmph!” She jumps, as Aiyaka nibbles her sensitive ears… but the slow slide of Aiyaka’s palms beneath her belly settled her, as that touch strayed onto the slow intimate recurve towards her nethers… and continued onwards.<br/><br/>“I guess,” Katina squirms, as Aiyaka promises Resha all sorts of… things… “if it’s you doing… this and that…” she murmurs, blushing furiously. She practically wriggles against Aiyaka, her single tail twining with the other catgirl’s three. “I wouldn’t mind…” she continues, her gaze locked on Resha’s jiggling belly, her thoughts on the memory of how it’d felt, beneath her, “joining you,” she finishes, blushing furiously.<br/><br/>[OOC: Aiyaka seduction - total victory!]<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Marija</span><br/><br/>I snuggled back between Vesele’s full breasts, as comfortable as in a burrow, so warm, so soft, so… safe. My mouse-tail wrapped tightly around her thighs, and I snuggled back and between…<br/><br/>I could feel the pulse of her heartbeat against the back of my head, just a little faster than before. Vesele - it was said - made an excellent bedmate, if a slightly unlucky one. Her lovers often ended up in something’s stomach, sooner or later, went out gathering and never came back… not that<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>was at all unusual, and maybe especially not if you’d spent an exhausting, sleepless night before in the bed of a woman as vigorous as Vesele… if we… I’d just have to be really strongwilled, that was all.<br/><br/>But despite the signs she’d been - was now - giving, I could hardly believe a woman as gorgeous and glamourous as Vesele was interested in mousy little me…<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Daciana</span>- the girl in Cyra’s belly [OOC: I don’t remember if I gave her a name before, and I can’t find the place, so...]<br/><br/>[OOC: Um… stomach stuff and digestion warning…]<br/><br/>I breathed a sigh of relief, as I felt Cyra escape the ravenous house, and begin the furious process of setting it ablaze. The stomach of the great armored monstuar was probably the safest place I could’ve been for the whole ordeal, but, still, large though she was, the manor had certainly been sufficiently large to devour her, and me with her. At least the air within the kari’s elongated stomach had grown less foetid (or at least, I’d grown used to it) since I’d cleaned the icky, week or month old remains of her last meal down the sucking orifice leading to her intestines. Handling the yellowed shards of bone, the stringy remains of tendons, the gooey matted hair and stomach-trash it had attracted hadn’t been pleasant… enough that the slow dripping of clean acids afterwards had been almost pleasant, a cleansing shower.<br/><br/>I’d promised to be Cyra’s stomach-cleaner only as a means of delaying my digestion, prior to my soon-to-be-inacted escape. But now… now I was seriously considering it on a more long-term basis. The slow dripping acids had worked gently, massaging away the tough outer layers of my flesh, leaving me feeling refreshed and terribly sensitive, Cyra’s lumbering, rolling gait both lulling and arousing in equal measure, the knotty bulges of her legs intruding somewhat into the oblong of her tum. It was… easy enough, to imagine. Slip out for a little ‘fun’, with one of the monstaur’s other captees taking my place satisfying Cyra’s hunger whilst I took care of her<span style="font-style: italic">other</span>needs - she would, I realised, have been terribly pretty if I hadn’t been terrified at the time - then slide, satisfied, back inside. Clean the… remains… of Cyra’s meal into her intestines, before snuggling into my warm, moist, comfortable, safe bed… I certainly wouldn’t become anything (else’s) meal whilst wrapped in her armored tum…<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Gurgle!</span><br/><br/>Suddenly, the walls and ceiling of my comfortable little bedroom begin to drip and drool, turning the warm, wet cushion on which I’m lounging into a soggy pillow islanded in a sea of acid. “Cyra,” I said, reasonably but loudly, “hey, Cyra!” I thumped the roof of her stomach - right below her diaphragm - for her attention. “Don’t forget to let your stomach-cleaner out and put a real meal in before digesting!” I yelled, as the situation grew more desperate, acids far more powerful than those I’d previously endured (and, um, enjoyed) waterfalling off my sensitive, raw flesh, splashing up around my feet and legs from our combined movements.<br/><br/>It hurt, for a moment, as they burned their way into my flesh, then, the droplets began to melt the skin from my nerve endings. It felt… it felt like a thousand loving little mouths, kissing all over my skin,<span style="font-style: italic">inside</span>my skin, mostly gentle and massaging, sometimes nibbling and nipping, only briefly painful, and in that good way. A little regretfully, I tugged myself forward, out of the deeper well in the middle of her stomach towards the flowermouth I was sure she’d soon be opening for me… and my thigh brushed against the hard knot atop one of her legs. A moment’s pain became intense delight, as muscle crumpled and peeled, pleasurable pressure revealing fresh nerves to Cyra’s stomachjuices. I… settled, shifted against the wall, one knee halfway up it as I positioned my nethers over the muscled bunch. “You- you’re not digesting<span style="font-style: italic">me</span>are you?” I asked, suddenly, struck by the terrifying(ly arousing) thought, as I slid down onto the knot. “I do-” I ground myself against it “-ooohhhhhh,” I moaned out. I could feel the petals of my flower beginning to collapse, saturated with Cyra’s juices, and I only squeezed myself harder against the edge of her tum, letting it become one mushy mass of pleasure between my thighs. I- I’d probably need a healing potion or something, when she let me out. “I- I’ll come out in a minute,” I called. “J-just let me cum out in a minute…”<br/><br/>"I- I'd forgotten she was in there," Marija whispers, as increasingly loud moans echo from within Cyra's stomach - audiable despite the warm, soft breasts sandwiching her ears. "I-it sounds like she's enjoying herself," Marija gulps. "Being digested."<br/><br/>"Did she enjoy herself," Katina asks, slowly, as if hypnotised, unable to tear her gaze from Resha's gradually-growing-less-distended, gurgling tum and the demonette soup within.