Hungry Eyes Group Lima (closed)

[XarcesTheDelicious]

The growing worry in the back of Aviana's mind that she may be unable to locate the entrance to Ingarl's intestines again should she fail to gain access, is quickly quashed as the muscled ring gives way to her prodding fingertips. Her hands being slurped up and into the tubular passage, which are quickly met by a rush of soupy drow. The remains of Ingarl's meal quick to act in filling the newly opened corridor, would squelch past the dragon girl's body, rushing ahead of her to trickle and burble along the winding tract of the drider's intestine. Aviana's own transition from tum to tunnel, was much more methodical, as she wiggles and squirms along with the muscular ministrations of both stomach and intestine. Though her movement is much slower than the initial rush of liquid drow, her descent into the drider's intestines is no less complete, as before long Aviana can feel every inch of her body encased in a fleshy cocoon,along with the entrance to Ingarl's intestines sealing tightly closed behind her toes.

Finally free from the disorienting sea of muscle and muck that was ingarl's second stomach, Aviana is able to take in her environment proper. Motion in this section of her digestive system was far slower after all, in fact as she begins to wiggle ever so slightly she quickly comes to realize she's not able to move much on her own at all.. rather it was by the will of Ingarl's body alone that she was making what little progress she had. The general pressure, and tightly stretched flesh all around her, is far tauter than anything she's felt before, the pressure far greater. Even so, it was not entirely uncomfortable. Looking ahead in the darkness, Aviana can see an endless corridor expanding before her, only able to see up to the next bend, the segmented walls begin to ripple and pull against her, dragging her several inches into the nearest bend. The feeling of these muscles at work all over her body, methodically rolling, kneading her every inch felt incredible. The texture was that of the softest velvet, as a myriad of tiny bristles gently scrub against her entire being.

"It feels quite nice in here." Aviana admits, as her body is slowly squeezed further along Ingarl's digestive tract. The delicate attention the walls where paying to her more sensitive parts, causing her to squirm and moan in delight. Of course it was not all gentle, as the overall pressure of the tight, restrictive tunnel presses down on her, along with the eager massage from Ingarl's own legs. Even so, Aviana had sustained worse punishment in battle, and it was a small price to pay for the enjoyment she was receiving.

Aviana is relieved in the fact she needn't struggle and wiggle, and fight to make any progress any longer. As apposed to Ingarl's stomachs, here, she was always in motion, slowly but surely being worked further along the length of the passage, despite what Ingarl's legs were actively doing. Being ushered along the drider's intenstinal tract, touching areas of the spider girls body that only those destined to become a part of her had ever had the pleasure to do so before. As she moves along she can feel one of those victims, oozing in alongside her. The remains of the possessed drow, being supped away little by little by the walls of the intestines. More and more of the soup dissipating the further along she travels, leaving behind only the stickier parts of the digested meal. While the air in Ingarl's intestine had been anything but pleasant, Aviana can't help but notice it becoming more and more heavy, more sticky, and fetid the deeper she goes.

The fact the drow was actively being absorbed, and converted to waste all around her caused the dragon girl to blush. The thought that were she have been unable to free herself, that fate would have been hers to share, she would have been a part of the lifeless goop, trickling through these very intestines, being drawn away to fuel the drider's body proper, as apposed to simply being a passenger on this journey, while all the while moving closer and closer to her exit. "I'm glad your enjoying yourself." Aviana coos, feeling her body pushed back and forth as she's squeezed along little by little. The dragoness grinding her hips back against the press of drider legs, wiggling her rump and pelvis in turn against Ingarl's intestinal walls walls all the while. The thought of where she was to end up causing her blush to deepen, her temperature to rise. She'd seen so much of the drider's digestive tract already, learned much in her time with Ingarl... and knew exactly where it had to be leading, where her body would inevitably be taken, and how she'd exit the drider's body, naturally, albeit in the form she came in as, rather than one newly formed from the drider's digestive process.

[Bright]

Jules
http://orokos.com/roll/462989
1d20=1

Jules swears and curses as he finds himself tightly tucked within the spindly web of the drider.
Having one of its claws stab into him isn't particularly more enjoyable and he swears and curses even more.
At the moment he can't do anything more than gather its attention, hoping that his team will come to the rescue.

"I'm not afraid of you, you oversized bug!" He exclaimed towards the towering drider.

[CassyInko]

((Sickstuff is receding, so can finally get back to this! Phew! Sorry for delay! ))

Eyes half-lidded, Miku exhales a little sigh of bliss as her dinner slides fully into her tummy. She'd never eaten a naga before, at least not completely, and the wiggly sensation of the possessed girl's coils lightly thrashing around in her stomach was absolutely heavenly. Ears flattening against the top of her head, the elated catgirl lifts a hand to her lips, just barely stifling a little moan of pleasure as the naga's soft breasts and face glide downwards along the bottom of her stomach, only to end up as a shapely bulge towards the lower-front, the faint visage of her face, frantically pressing hands, and breasts visible within the tightly stretched flesh of the catgirl's stomach. Taking a few seconds to simply enjoy the sensations, Miku roams her hand over her full belly, a little shiver of pleasure coursing through her body, her tail vertiably tying itself in a knot as the sensation of the unintentional internal massage ignites the more devious side of her passions.

Taking a shuddering breath to try and steady her nerves, Miku allows her hands to roam a little lower, lightly squeezing the naga's breasts through the flesh of her belly "Mmmf..." By the gods, it felt so good, and after her breakfast being little more than some old rations her draconic friend had, just the sensation of so much food in her belly practically made her legs weak. Ears perking slightly at the naga's protests, Miku - with a purr - happily responds "Let you out? Mmm...I would, but you feel REALLY good in there....and I was SUPER hungry!" The cute little chirp in her voice belied an innocence that, given she'd just eaten the naga and was seemingly content with digesting her while she squirmed, seemed entirely at odds with Lem's predicament "So, nope! You get to stay in there! Um, but if you REALLY want out..." Her soft lips curve slightly, the faintest hints of a little grin spreading across her face "....give me a day or two! You're bound to come out sooner or later!"

The heat of the interior of the large catgirl's belly was surprisingly comforting, especially after the somewhat cold-blooded naga had spent the last indeterminate amount of time slithering around upon the cold ground in the relative chill of the caves. That, though, was where the 'comfort' ended. The catgirl's stomach was incredibly tight, as though it was one size too small to contain her. It was made even worse by the size of her own coils bunched up beneath and around her, pressing her face, chest, and her more humanoid stomach against the slimy, fleshy walls of Miku's belly. All around her, the warm, acid-coated walls ripple and squeeze, undulating gently as the feline's stomach muscles started to lightly knead and press inwards on it's feisty meal, working a generous supply of digestive acids against her bare skin and scales. It felt...surprisingly good, save for the tightness, and despite it's more devilish goal of ensuring Lem's entire body was throughly coated in digestive enzymes to ensure she broke down easily enough, the slimy sensation of the catgirl's stomach slipping across her breasts, lightly stimulating her nipples with every ripple, was distractingly pleasurable. Perhaps even moreso, when the catgirl gives them a little squeeze from the outside, squishing the soft, pliable flesh of her belly against the nude naga's balled up form.

Though the catgirl's stomach acid was by no means powerful enough to digest her in even a few hours time, already she could feel a very slight itching sensation, a faint-but-not-unpleasant tingle that started on the more vulnerable skin of her torso, only to slowly spread along the entirety of her scaled body. It did not quite burn yet, but given a half-hour, that tingle was likely to start turning less and less pleasant, especially when mixed with the constant undulations and squeezes of the hungry belly that sought so eagerly to begin her digestion.

"Ahhhh...." Giving her stomach another little satisfied pat, Miku gazes down at the dark elf who seemed less-than-concerned that her friend had just gotten eaten and consigned to a fate as catgirl food, even going so far as to give her tummy a playful little pat. It felt...good. Really good. Cheeks flushing red, Miku leans a little more into the pat, her tail flicking happily back and forth behind her "Heee...I DO feel better! Was mean calling me the mystery pooper! But....is okay! Naga is yummy! I'm going to have to tell Eurikova that she's delicious! Or, um...that...nagas are. Which is what she is. So, because she is one, she's gotta be yummy!" Putting a finger against her chin, Miku taps it thoughtfully. That's right, she was looking for the rest of the group. Gosh, it was so dark down here, and there was so many turns and twists...still, it couldn't be THAT big, right? She'd just have to find them again! With her tummy nice and full (thankfully, as her pack was entirely devoid of rations. She'd eaten those within two days of leaving town..), it would be no problem lasting long enough to track them down!

Again, the sensation of the elf's fingertips pressing against her belly, stroking across it in a playful little rub, draws her attention. Mmmf...it felt so good. How much she wished Aviana was here now, to give her a nice tummy rub. There was little she liked more - a full tummy and a nice rub, totally the best things in life! Still, though the elf was no Aviana - or even Eurikova - the sensation of her delicate fingers sliding across her belly felt...undeniably good "Mmm..." Miku exhales a soft little moan, reaching down and easing her hands behind the dark elf's shoulders, pulling her snugly up against the thrashing bulge of her belly. From so close, Lam can hear the soft gurgles of her tummy as it starts to work on her naga friend, not to mention feel the wiggling body of the slowly-digesting snake woman within "...tummy rub feels nice...you should thank your friend! She was super nummy! Best member of the feed-a-kitty club!"

With the elf pulled so close, Miku cannot help but take an experimental sniff. Hrm. She'd never had dark elf before, either, and though she'd SEEN them on the surface, she'd never actually gotten to taste one. Not that she was hungry - the naga was really filling! - but...it wouldn't hurt to TASTE of her, right? After all, she might not get this opportunity again! Maybe drow were really rare down here! I mean, elves were into trees and stuff. Not dark caves and damp underground caverns, right?!

Leaning down a little - arms still wrapped around Lam's back, holding her against her tummy - Miku flicks out her little pink tongue, pressing it gingerly against the elf's cheek and licking in one slow, smooth motion, upwards along her cheek and the long, pointed expanse of her ear. Mmm...drow were tasty, too... "Mm...yum..." She whispers, leaning back in for another lick....

[ambrose-euanthe]

"So, nope! You get to stay in there! Um, but if you REALLY want out..." Miku’s soft lips curve slightly, the faintest hints of a little grin spreading across her face "....give me a day or two! You're bound to come out sooner or later!"

“I knew it!” Lem exclaims, thrashing powerfully in her frustration. “I knew you were the mystery pooper! You’re in so much trouble missy! Lam! Eat her!” She pauses, and her writhing squirms turn contemplative, “but then she’ll be pooping in your stomach. And that poop will be me! Lam! Don’t eat her! And get me out! Let me out, you stupid poopyhead pooper, so Lam can eat you for pooping!” She begins to thrash once more. “And stop touching me like that! Did I say you could touch me like that!?! Ohhh…” she moans, as Miku’s muscles squeeze her tight in a particularly sensitive place, and her own coils shift and bunch, grinding her body against Miku’s powerfully corded digestive muscles.


“Ahnn!” She moans, as Miku’s paws massage her belly, “not there! Just where do you think you’re touching without permission!? Is that Lam!?” She asks, as Miku begins to rub herself against the possessed drow. “You can’t do that! Stop grinding me against Lam! She’s not a masturbatory aid!!! Ohhh…” Lem moans, squirming and thrashing and coiling, powerfully massaging Miku’s insides in the most pleasurable of ways, the bulk of her body pressing Miku’s stomach down against the sensitive nether regions below, the pulsing muscles of Lem’s tail stroking and squishing against Miku’s center...

[sansuki]

((Because it takes Eurikova from "almost unable to hit at all" to "unlikely to hit", how much of the drider's AC in tied up in Dex? She might be able to scratch it for one round before having to slither away...))

[ambrose-euanthe]

Uh, don't have the data sheet in front of me but it's quite a lot. Fivish? Anyway I post that for OOC convenience - in character you can get a sense high-medium-low by looking at how they move, how skin and muscle seem, and of course if they actually wear armour it's easy. She's an appropriate challenge for 3 PCs your level though. Don't forget you get +2 from flanking w. Jules.

[sansuki]

Waiting in her comfortable shadowed nook as the bulky drider rushes right by as planned, Eurikova looks over the monster with a bit of worry. That chitin looked awfully thick. Awfully, awfully thick. She considers grabbing the orc- in her mouth- and dragging her to 'safety'- in her stomach- but she probably owes it to Jules to at least give the plan as agreed to a chance before rushing away. As such, the dark-scaled naga slithers silently away from her hidey-hole, getting squarely behind the large drider as she starts cocooning the other dungeon delver. Not wasting time with a battle cry or anything fancy, just letting her enchanted swords do what talking they will as Eurikova tries to start hacking off hind legs. As she'd feared, the swords hit the chitin with a loud cracking sound, the tough armor holding strong for most of the flurry of surprise blows; only one blade manages to find a chink in the drider's armor, cutting deep into- but not quite severing- one of the legs. That done, she looks at the meager results of her surprise attack, and starts looking for an escape route.

((Doing a full round attack with both swords and bite, and counting both spell and flanking, +14 (main) / +12 / +12 (offhand) / +11 (bite);
http://orokos.com/roll/464683: 1d20+14 22 (presumed miss)
http://orokos.com/roll/464685: 2#1d20+12 31 26 (one presumed miss, one crit threat)
http://orokos.com/roll/464686: 1d20+12 24 (critical presumed does not confirm)
http://orokos.com/roll/464687: 1d20+11 20 presumed miss. Total, 1 hit with off-hand weapon:
Damage:
http://orokos.com/roll/464688: 1d6+5+1d6+5d6 27 6 normal damage, 5 cold damage, 16 sneak attack damage. Total 27. Not great, considering that's the only round she gets to be striking from invisibility. XD))

[ambrose-euanthe]

OOC: Hi, AC without dex is 25, so it seems like your crit should confirm hence 53 damage - not bad!

Eurikova's blade sinks deep into the entirely unsuspecting dridder, and she screams in primal fury around her mouthful... but she's not about to give up a meal as delicious as Jules just because of a little stab wound, either...

With a powerful gulp, she pulls Jules's head and torso into her throat. "Mmmm," she thrums around him, as she prepares to gulp him down into her tum. It seems he's quite, quite delicious, even if the animalistic dridder doesn't have the vocabulary to describe it... besides, her mouth is busy right now...

Animalistic Dridder: AC30 (Flatfooted25), Fort 30, Reflex 26, Will 24, HP243/296
Jules: 14 damage, grappled

OOC: Bleh, kind of a meh post. Not totally feeling it today.

[sansuki]

Slithering to keep the drider's bulbous abdomen between her and the feral woman's "business end", Eurikova looks around the side of her bare back to see Jules half-buried in her mouth already. Well, not too much of a surprise; as big and strong as the drider was, she probably could gulp down a mere human in inside 15 seconds. Which made her need to keep on working fast. Unfortunately, the drider's armor was still too tough, and she kept chipping away at the thin parts around her legs without any further ability to penetrate once the drider moved her injured leg away. "A little help here?" She mutters to the orc, watching Jules' progress warily; if he got all the way down before she'd managed to slow this drider down, it was going to be time to consider a... strategic retreat.

Spoiler: show

Attacks (+12, +10, +10, +9): 4#1d20 4 8 12 2
None of the attacks come particularly close to hitting- 16,18,22,11.

[Bright]

Jules

Jules is doing a heroic effort in attempt to not get eaten alive by the rather large spiderwoman.
So far his attempts are not particularly impressive.
"Come on, tear damnit." He grumbles as he attempts to rip apart the web, which is easier said than done when you're halfway inside a driders maw.

[Jermayan]

While Jules was certainly doing an admirable job at keeping the drider occupied for the moment, his inability to extricate himself from the second spray of webbing followed by his introduction to the interior of her maw meant that there was a decent chance that he wasn't going to be able to keep it up for much longer unless his luck shifted drastically. Given how she had seen Eurikova fight so far, Phylia doubted that she had any desire to be the object of the drider's attentions next, and while the orc was likely capable, being the same approximate size as Jules meant that she could just as easily end up in the same situation as him. Of course, this left her as the only one to handle the attention of the drider, but it was something that she wasn't entirely unaccustomed to doing at times, and her druidic magic meant that she was more capable of it than many others.

Directing the floating balls of lighting she had created further towards the spider, she concentrates, focusing her magic on her amorphous form. As she does, her body began to flow and expand, ballooning out as she draws mass and density from the solid stone beneath them as she changes into something more suited to fighting a larger opponent, particularly one that might have otherwise been tempted to try to make a meal of her. Finishing, she flexes her newly-hardened body before moving ponderously towards the drider, the bridge quaking with each step as she moves into swinging range of the drider.

[ Move action to move the lightning spheres into the same space as the drider, which it can make two Reflex saves at DC 20 to negate the damage from the spheres individually. ]
[ Ball Lightning Damage: 2#3d6 7 8 -> total of 15 damage ]
[ Standard action will be to use Wild Shape to change into a Large Earth elemental, which will give her the following modified stats:]
[ AC: 25, CMB +16, CMD 25 ]

[ambrose-euanthe]

Animalistic Dridder
The dridder shrieks in pain as the lightning-balls strike her, but it’s more shock than anything - but unfortunately for her, the pulsations it induces in her throat do nothing to aid her swallowing her meal down, and she’s unable to make progress, stuck, vulnerable as her enemies regroup with the meaty mass of Jules halfway down her spasming throat.

A spasming that, humiliatingly, only serves to pleasure her putative meal...

OOC: Bleh, total swallowing failure. New round!

[sansuki]

Behind the drider, she watches as the drider tries and fails to gulp down her comrade with approval. "Attaboy!" She calls out. "Hold on to something and keep on distracting it while I cut its legs off!" Though the orc hasn't yet moved in to pitch in, as long as the drider was too busy with Jules to turn on her she had not reason to do anything but stick close to its rear and keep on trying to force her blades through the elusive chinks in the drider's armor. Hammering away at the wound she's already made, her first few cuts do nothing more but chip the distracted drider's armor away; finally, though, she manages to jam her freezing blade into the base of one of its rear legs. Pulling it out, she can almost cee the leg ready to fall off, and so Eurikova darts in, opens wide, and bites down on the leg before tearing it off entirely with her jaw muscles. Still full, she spits the appendage out rather than swallow it. Good start- but the thing had seven left to chase her with.

[spoiler]As before, full attacking:
Attacks (+12, +10, +10, +9): 4#1d20 4 3 19 20
Second wakizashi and bite threaten to crit:
Crit Confirmation (+10, +9): 2#1d20 9 19
Sword does NOT confirm, bite does. Orc has not yet moved to engage and Jules is being eaten, so neither give Eurikova flanking so she can deal sneak attack damage.
Damage is 2d6+10 +1d6(cold) for the sword for a total of 3d6+10, and 2d4+4 for the crit bite.
Damage: 3d6+10 22 (20 slashing, 2 cold damage)
Damage: 2d4+4 10
Total of 32 damage.[spoiler]

[Jermayan]

Glad to see the effect that her earlier spell was having on the drider, Phylia barrels forward as fast as her cumbersome form allows. While she would normally be rather concerned about making this much noise in an unfamiliar area of the Underdark, the fact that there was already what looked like a pitched battle going on in the distance made that a moot point.

Moving in on the other side of the drider from Eurikova, Phylia knew that Eurikova would much prefer the drider focus on any opponent than herself, so she was going to do her best to be a big, dangerous, and inconvenient problem for the drider so that her naga companion could do what she did best unmolested. Dropping her shoulder as she charged in, she attempts to bodily slam into the drider, bringing all of her newfound weight to bear. Unfortunately, that same newfound weight is throwing off her timing, and her attack swings wide. The lightning spheres, on the other hand, continue to arc into the drider, promising yet more punishment if it doesn't move away from them.

[ Charge attack on the drider, and the orbs will do damage with the same save DCs as before (this'll happen so long as the drider doesn't move and they stay in the same area as it) ]
[ Charge attack: 1d20+16 23 -> Just barely misses ]
[ Ball Lightning Damage: 2#3d6 7 and 10 damage ]

[ambrose-euanthe]

Animalistic Dridder

Animalistic Dridder: AC30 (Flatfooted 25), Fort 30, Ref 26, Will 24, HP179/296

“Grahhh!” The Dridder screams, but it isn’t going to give up it’s mouthful willingly… but with all that’s going on, it’s once again unable to swallow the wriggling, struggling mass of Jules down. It seems, without the benefit of a flirtatious tongue, he’s actually quite the difficult meal...

[Bright]

Jules
OOC: Tell me when I should roll for escape?

IC: Jules would have been more inclined to enjoy the situation as a sensual massage if he had not in fact been in the process of being eaten alive.
Granted, it wasn't the first time he was in dire straits since he entering this darn cave.
He was unsure what was happening outside, but the motion and chaotic sounds from the drider gave him the impression that his allies were doing their job.

[ambrose-euanthe]

OOC - you can roll escape whenever it is your turn. Now is fine!

[Bright]

http://orokos.com/roll/468641
1d20=14.
What's the challenge score?

[ambrose-euanthe]

OOC: It's 25. Your CMB is +18, so you've rolled 32 and successfully escaped her maw, although you're still grappled.

"Raagh!" The dridder screams, as her meal slips from her lips, forcing her forelegs to grip tightly around him - but she's still not badly hurt enough to withdraw, not by a long shot. Not when she hasn't been fed in awhile, and she's very, very hungry...

[sansuki]

Seeing Jules wriggle all the way out of the throat, she grumbles. Great. All she needed was for the drider to be 'unoccupied' fresh on the heels of Eurikova battering her hindquarters with a sword and making herself a nuisance. The danger was she'd be turned on next, and that simply wouldn't do- couldn't rely yet on Phylia absorbing the drider's tender mercies. Because of that, with one more tepid swing of the sword at the wound she's made, the naga backs up and seems to vanish into thin air. Invisible, she could circle around to a new flank and be comforted that she would be free from reprisal a little while longer- besides, with her no longer around, odds were good that the drider would go back to having her most dangerous parts occupied by Jules.

Spoiler: show

Attack: 1d20+12 13 Attacking once (and missing), activating Vanishing Trick as a swift action to turn invisible, and moving 10 feet away.