<img alt=":cry:" src="./images/smilies/icon_cry.gif" title="Crying or Very sad"/>(Well this just became the Zelda timeline.  How can the Academy Rp be before this one if this one is a prequel to the original Vore Tribes if our characters were at the academy as teachers!  Spectra has some 'splainin to do!)<br/><br/>The grizzled grizzly gal was the unfortunate one to take the initiative and try to run up to the wheel house to take control of the suddenly underway vessel.  She was unable to see the silent vines slithering low to the deck as she came charging up the stairs straight into their grip.  For half a second,  she thought the aft mast rigging had come undone in whatever attack was taking place.  She drew her long knife in a flash of motion to sever the tangling cables from her legs,  but there was a metallic snap and her blade whizzed past her ear.<br/><br/>The vines snapped taught around their latest find,  a musky shaggy creature,  though still decidedly feminine.  She was heavily muscular,  no doubt capable of great feats of strength similar to Seydon,  but her struggles in his many armed grip were pointless.<br/><br/>"Oi! Somethin's on the wheel house!  I need help up here! By the God's, it's fuckin strong!"  She cried out as she was pulled through the darkness of the air,  her loose tunic filling the air with the sound of tearing fabric as Valspan tore the wrapper off his newest candy.  With fluid surety, the woman was stuffed into his yawning mouth,  the still unconscious ice dragon inside being compressed under the heavier, shaggy woman's weight.<br/><br/>Valspan ballooned out as his body stretched to accommodate both women,  either one of these large ladies enough to fill his belly, and together they stretched out against it.  The dragon had been roused by the grizzly's struggles and both female forms bucked and kicked frantically at their confines for freedom.<br/><br/>"What the fuck is happening?!"<br/><br/>"Something grabbed me when I jumped in the water! It was too strong!  What is this sticky crap!?"<br/><br/>"Ugh, I'll never get this out of my fur!"<br/><br/>They continued to talk their way into an organized plot to escape.  The dragon breathed her ice breath onto a spot before the grizzly slammed it with her natural claws,  but their rubbery walls simply bent and absorbed the shock.  If they had both been fresh, such an effort might have at least made the Goada uncomfortable,  but they were already feeling the dampening effects or his sap, seeping into their very bones,  draining them of strength. By the time this battle was finished, they'd be mere moaning, wiggling bulges,  incapable of screaming or struggling fiercely,  as they were now.<br/><br/>Valspan approached the edge of the aft castle railing,  looking down to watch Sin, Grandus and Zalaila begin to battle upon the deck.  That looked like trouble, the power of the old dragon rippling through the air even to him.  His eyes turned up to Spectra.  He assumed the strange new comer was her doing,  but that was an awful lame way of protecting her latest meal.  If Grandus killed Sin... What was wrong with Spectra?<br/><br/>Valspan couldn't directly detect the Goddess of All,  but the was she was manipulating Spectra gave her aways to the tree's senses.  He didn't know what was going on, of course,  but he knee something was keeping the great demon contained or occupied beyond his lowly imagination.  The pirate in deadly combatants with his allies might have the strength for that,  but it seemed unlikely since he was fairly well occupied.   Honestly, his only impression was the unending need to kill,  a battlelust he hadn't felt since he was human.  Hmmm...<br/><br/>He didn't want to confuse the melee anymore than it was already,  so Valspan waited on the aft castle, hoping more   of the enemy crew members would foolishly stumble into his grasp.  To assist in luring more prey to him,  he opened his jaws just a crack,  allowing the increasingly plaintive cries of the women inside him to echo out, but offering them no means of escape.