<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;">Grapple: 1d20 (7) + 16 = 23. Holka remains grappled.</div></div></div><br/>The scent of Holka was heady in Brady's nostrils as he squirmed feebly in her iron grip. There was something unusual about the catboy's odor - a fruity undertone that seemed out of place alongside the smell of nutrions and fear sweat. As her tongue dragged across Holka's cheek stripes, the same sweetness assaulted her taste buds as well, giving her a moment's pause. Curious, she gave his cheek another lap, and was rewarded with another burst of fruity flavor, as well as a dark purple streak across Holka's face. It took her a second to make the connection - but when she did, it was all she could do not to burst out laughing.<br/><br/>"Blackberries? Really?" Brady managed between giggles. "Honey, were you trying for makeup or self-glazing? Because either way, you look absolutely<span style="font-style: italic">scrumptious</span>!" She tried to fix the catboy with a predatory gaze, but almost immediately cracked a silly grin, then promptly broke down laughing at the absurdity of it all - right up until Holka sank his teeth into the webbing between her thumb and forefinger. With a yelp of surprise, she jerked her hand from his mouth and fixed him with a decidedly less mirthful look.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Holka wrote:</cite>"...Uh... Truce...?</div></blockquote><br/>Brady shook her head with a snort of derision. "Not this time, honey. Maybe if you'd played gentle like I told you... But you had to go and get<span style="font-style: italic">bitey</span>on me." Tightening her grip on Holka's shoulders, she lifted him until he was eye level with her lips, giving him a glimpse of her salivating mouth as she spoke. "Now I'm going to have to return the favor..."<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: 1d20 (12) + 12 = 24. Down he goes!</div></div></div><br/>Mouth-wateringly hungry, and more than a little annoyed, Brady wasted no time in cramming Holka headfirst into her mouth, taking the catboy to mid-chest in a single powerful gulp. Her mouth was immediately awash with flavor, fruity and feline, made all the sweeter by the subtle sapor of nutrion-infused flesh. With a soft moan, she worked the helpless catboy around in her mouth, her tongue flickering over his upper body as she sucked at his head and shoulders like a gigantic lollipop. Even if he escaped, his secret would be out now - there was no way his false tiger stripes would survive that kind of abuse.<br/><br/>After several more seconds of passionate suckling, Brady decided the novelty of the flavor had passed and began swallowing again in earnest. A second gulp took the catboy to his navel, pinning his arms in her cheeks and freeing her hands for other purposes. She took the opportunity to explore the feline's body a bit, running her hands his muscular legs and groping his tight, toned bottom. It was shame she didn't have time to linger - under more accomodating conditions, she could have had quite a bit of fun with the boy. Unfortunately, her empowered grip wouldn't last much longer, and she didn't want to risk losing her meal.<br/><br/>Well... maybe there was time for a minor indulgence...<br/><br/>Hooking her thumbs under the waistband of his pants, Brady gave a hard swallow, dragging Holka deep into her throat and out of his trousers. The motion left the catboy's loins resting in her mouth, his rough semi-flaccid cock poking against her tongue. The flavor was different from his upper body; more salty and savory, but also tart and sweet from the lingering remnants of blackberry dye. Brady wiggled her tongue over the catboy's member, enjoying the odd taste and texture for awhile longer before its novelty was exhausted as well.<br/><br/>Tugging his trousers the rest of the way down, Brady tossed the garment aside and shifted her grip to Holka's ankles. With his feet held together, she lifted the catboy's lower body into the air until it was nearly vertical and began feeding him down her throat. With no reason to linger, she took the remainder of her meal in one continuous slurp, sucking his legs down like oversized noodles. With a soft smack, her lips closed over the catboy's clawed toes, sealing him inside the massive lizardgirl.<br/><br/>"Ah... that hit the spot." Brady strolled forward, idly rubbing the tiger-shaped bulge in her belly with one hand. "Now, you were saying something about surrender? I think we may have an opening for a new pet... unless it's already been filled?" She glanced toward Sunete as she made her last comment, appreciating the impromptu sex show the giantess was putting on for the room. She'd definitely have to experience that tongue for herself later...<br/><br/><br/>Brady - AC 17, Touch AC 11, HP 20/20 (+5 temporary)<br/>Interior - AC 21, Escape DC 27, HP 6/6<br/>Active Powers: grip of iron (2 more rounds), minor metamorphosis (encounter)