<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;">Ha, thanks everyone! I figured something goofy like that would make writing up a description for a likely-to-fail more fun. Maybe next time I'll try to reference something more fitting a gladiator than a cop movie, heh~</div></div></div><br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kitts wrote:</cite> His throat involuntarily seizes up and prevents him from fully swallowing his squirmy meal, leaving her buried up to her chest in canine maw - but no further. Her hand continues to jerk on the blade of her weapon, desperate to free it so it can be utilized, but alas, Jelani's body prevents her from ever pulling it from it's scabbard.</div></blockquote><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;">Keep Miyan grappled/partially swallowed:<br/> (1d20 + 11): 8 + 11 = 19, no one's here, luckily!<br/>Miyan remains grappled/partially swallowed</div></div></div><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Urk!</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Gods damn, she just does not fucking give...</span>Jelani thought, taking a moment to recover from the sudden and involuntary seize-up,and another moment to try to adjust to the feeling her desperate jerking, trying to free her sword. It didn't hurt so much as merely annoy now, but he had bigger problems and..<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"DROP HER, DOG!! OR I'LL RIP YOU OPEN!"</div></blockquote><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Ow, ow ow, shit, fuck!</span>Jelani cursed mentally, as he felt those claws digging into his flesh again and again, leaving long gashes that burned with pain whenever he tried to use the muscles. The feel of his own blood soaking into his fur stepped up his desperation, he needed to act<span style="font-style: italic">fast</span>and could feel the adrenaline begin to flow.<br/><br/>He'd been hurt bad before. He'd felt pain before. This was nothing.<br/><br/>He was going to treat them<span style="font-style: italic">both</span>to an extended tour of his insides come hell or high water.<br/><br/>His throat muscles tense powerfully around Miyan's half swallowed body, Jelani seemingly ignoring the claw-swipe barrage as his throat muscles flex and squeeze Miyan down his throat...<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;">Swallow Miyan (1d20 + 11): 5 + 11 = 16, Miyan's luck finally runs out<br/>Jelani's stomach escape DC is 27</div></div></div><br/><br/>...and nothing seems to stop him this time. He stomach growls<span style="font-weight: bold">loudly</span>, and his throat muscles speed her back towards it without any delay, squeezing on her soft, supple body enough to hurt as her body rapidly fills out his bulging neckfur, her bust making a noticeable bulge, then her midsection, and then her thighs make an appearance just as her nose presses against the thick, muscular sphincter to his stomach. It doesn't delay at all, quickly irising open to push her head through.<br/><br/>Inside is pitch-black darkness, more humid than a jungle in the height of summer, and the acrid stench wafting up to Miyan stings her nose and eyes, the reason for that odor becomes all too apparent all too quickly as her head into pushed into the shallow pool of unconcentrated stomach acids. Additional swallows, each as powerful as the last, swiftly propel the rest of her body into his stomach. The fleshy sack appears tight at first but rapidly and eagerly stretches to accommodate Miyan's body as it bulges out his gut. Her shoulders are pressed inside, followered by her chest, midsection, and she can feel his tongue glide over her feet as her legs start to slip into belly, giving them one last teasing taste before his jaws close around them, sealing her wholly within his body. A few final swallows send her thighs and feet to join the rest of Miyan in his stomach.<br/><br/>With that Jelani slaps his bulging gut, grinning toothily at Porua. "Y'like the show, eh? Wait, check this out,<span style="font-style: italic">it's not over yet!</span>"<br/><br/>Jelani plants his feet firmly, concentrating his efforts. Powerful stomach muscles contract tightly around Miyan, hugging her tightly enough to highlight the curves of her body through his flesh. Unexpectedly, the stomach walls<span style="font-style: italic">push</span>her down, forcing her head through the second sphincter at the bottom of his stomach...<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;">Feat: Voracious<br/>Swallow Miyan (1d20 + 11): 15 + 11 = 26<br/>Poor Miyan, so very doomed unless she rolls a twenty</div></div></div><br/><br/>Miyan is quickly treated to something very few prey ever experience<span style="font-style: italic">prior</span>to being reduced to a nutrient-rich slop in their predator's stomach. Her head is pushed into the dog's intestines, and though it's just as dark, if not darker, in there, no doubt is to be had about where she is as her body is squeezed down into yet another tight tube of powerful muscle, innumerable tiny cilia brushing over her body. The acid from his stomach drains down into the tight tube with her body, and she can feel a tingle over her entire body as acid seems to seep from the walls and cilia as well - very quickly making it apparent that he could digest her just as well, if not<span style="font-style: italic">better</span>, here. The flesh contracts tightly in front of her and behind her, sealing her into an isolated segment of the dog's deadly intestines, preventing her from escaping and enabling the level of acids to rise as they start to grow concentrated.<br/><br/>Outside, what happens is made quite clear to Porua as Miyan's bulge seems to<span style="font-style: italic">sink</span>deeper down the canine's muscular stomach, growing much more compact and streamlined as she's tugged deep into his body.<br/><br/>"Are you not<span style="font-style: italic">entertained?</span>" Jelani asks spreading his arms and grinning wickedly at Porua.<br/><br/>He smoothly shifts into a fighting stance, raising his arms in a low guard and flexing his claws. "C'mon. Let's see if you're got what it takes ta save your precious rabbit."<br/><br/>The sounds of battle outside - nor the sudden halt of them, or even the crash that follows - don't seem to even register to Jelani, far too caught up in the one one-on-one combat. Not even the frantic fight for survival of his fellow prisoners draws his attention away from<span style="font-style: italic">his</span>fight for a moment.