<span style="font-weight: bold">Sasara</span><br/><br/>Sasara just misses seeing the man casting his charm spell - and so proceeds as if she hadn’t. Like most predators, seeing the pretty Makisa’s fear, her vulnerability, doesn’t make her look less tasty. Quite the reverse - she appears utterly enticing.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"Did...did you SERIOUSLY just call me cheesy? REALLY?!" The rat-girl pipes up, an incredulous tone in her voice "Y'know what? Rats don't only eat cheese, ya jerk. So, how about this...we just forget the toll, an' I cram your worthless hide down my throat. Only thing humans is good for - padding curves. Is only the natural order, after all..!"<br/><br/>"What?!" Mikasa exlaimed, whirling upon her rodent companion, whom simply shrugged in response, ammending her statement with a 'Uh, right...cept for you."<br/></div></blockquote><br/><br/>“Oh, let’sss not be exsss-cluding people,” I hissed, forked tongue flickering. “My girlfriendsss love girlsss with big breassstsss.” Well, in Aniel’s case. In Disa’s, it was digesting voluptuous girls she liked. And in either case, it turned me on…<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>...GIVE ME MONEY TO LIVE ON FOR THE NEXT FEW DAYS!"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>“She’s a grumpy-guts,” Sasara said, once the leonid kitty had finished roaring. “I wouldn’t like to be whichever of you ends up digesting in her tum tonight,” she giggles, slithering up behind Yumina.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"So, where does that leave me, huh? Sleeping in the bloody streets? Scrounging food outta the trash?!</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Well, no. Doubtless she’d be sleeping a well-sexed sleep in Alura’s bed, with the fairy squirming herself to sleep in Yumina’s distended tum. Probably purring, the lucky kitty. Fairies were just the most delectable of treats. Especially for nagas. But if Alura kept sleeping there, then, eventually, inevitably, one day Yumina would wake up with a much slimmer, sloshier tummy, and that would be the end of the beautiful Alura. If it happened soon, Yumina would be anybody’s to slurp up, maybe even Sasara herself. If she was an Iron Boar in good standing, she’d probably face some punishment in Rylee’s or Tayna’s or Julora’s stomach… and whether or not she got out would be entirely up to the mercenary company’s leaders. Either way… either way, if Alura wasn’t in the picture, no one would expect her sweet, innocent sister Anastasia to stay with a rough, tough mercenary outfit like the Iron Board. Such a sweet, sweet sister, who’s disappearance would surprise no one… Sasara’s forked tongue flickered over her lips.<br/><br/>Well, it might not happen.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>You know what it DOES leave me? Armor. A sword. An' the will to use both.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>“Did we clip the kitty’s claws?” I hiss, slithering up behind Yumina. “Well, if we’re gonna fight we should give them back directly. The other one too,” I say, tossing my head towards Meera - the comment directed to whomsoever has the remainder of their equipment. “Don’t worry,” I hiss, gently petting the kitty’s soft-furred side. There’s not many places fully covered by her armor. I let Nagindra’s divinity flow through me, healing and rejuvenating her (and everyone else, for 7 points of healing), and, incidentally, feeling intensely pleasurable.<br/><br/>[NB, imagined some discipline proceedures for the Iron Boars - just guessing though, so if they're wrong that's fine]