Brady purred contentedly, her eyes drooping shut as she savored the sensation of tiny fingers roaming her midsection, interspersed with the occasional bolder touch as Hershel's hands wandered up to grope her breast. The fox and sorceress weren't exceptionally skilled, but it hardly  mattered; to Brady's post-prandial libido, even the most casual touch felt wonderful against her bulging belly. Inside her stomach, the doomed Holka provided her with a massage of his own as he fought for purchase against her wet walls, his struggles doing little except to stimulate her digestion. She could feel him beginning to weaken, the lifeforce seeping from his body in the form of nutrion energy. Her body was quick to absorb that energy, sharpening her senses and elevating the pleasure of her companions' touch to new heights... especially the teasing grip her giantess friend held on her new appendage.<br/><br/>"Oh gods, Sunete..." Brady gasped, her hips bucking forward involuntarily as the giantess stroked her rigid shaft. The softness of Sunete's hands had felt wonderful kneading her breasts and belly, but to have those silky fingers caressing the hypersensitive flesh of her girlcock... the feeling was nothing short of divine. And the sounds of Laebras bucking and moaning atop her tail were only making it better. Brady's rational mind struggled to maintain composure as her body flooded with unfamiliar hormones, and with them the urge to bury her temporary pecker in something warm, wet and pink. If hands alone felt this good, she could only imagine what her friend's pussy would feel like engulfing her shaft...<br/><br/>Already teetering, the mere thought of Sunete's pussy was all it took to drive Brady over the edge. With a mewling cry, she reached her climax, her body stiffening against her companion as love juices poured from both her sexes to soak the flagstones below. How long she held that pose, she wasn't sure; only that when she finally came down from the orgasmic high, her body felt as if it couldn't support itself a moment longer. With a sigh of contentment, Brady collapsed against Sunete and began to shrink, shedding her generous curves as her mental template dissolved and returned her body to its original state. In the span of less than ten seconds, her amazonian build had dissolved entirely, leaving her the petite lizardgirl she had been prior to her transformation... albeit sporting a rather larger belly than before.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Laebras wrote:</cite>"Sorry...  I got you a bit sticky."</div></blockquote><br/>"No problem," Brady panted, leaning heavily against Sunete's thigh for support. "I may have made a bit of a mess myself." She nodded down at the wet spot her sexes had left on the floor, blushing faintly at her impropriety. Clearing her throat, she turned back to the other mercenaries with a businesslike an expression as she could muster. "As for you two, you're free to go, as far as I'm concerned. Or you can stay here, and wait for the labyrinth spell to wear off. Either way, you won't be needing those weapons anymore... Asulf, would you mind looking after them?" Kneeling down, she scooped up the discarded blades and pouches, passing the items over to the canine for safekeeping.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Laebras wrote:</cite>"... I'd eat her anyway if you're hungry, Asulf... or, as an alternative, I recommend Kaitlyn..."</div></blockquote><br/>Brady paused, coin purse in hand, and glanced incredulously over her shoulder at Laebras, wondering if she had heard her new companion correctly. Loose loyalties were to be expected among mercenaries, but the tiefling woman was practically shilling her former comrades as entrees! And admittedly doing a good job of it - despite her earlier promise to Kaitlyn, Brady found her mouth watering at Laebras's description of the succulent sorceress. Come to think of it, Kaitlyn had been a bit tardy with that tummyrub, hadn't she? Maybe a little punishment was in order - no doubt she'd give a better massage from the inside...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Wow, no love lost between this bunch,~</span>Crew commented.<span style="font-style: italic">~She's really giving that sorceress the hard sell, isn't she?~</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Yeah,~</span>Brady replied absentmindedly, her eyes fixed on the mage's body. As her tiefling companion spoke, the lizardgirl imagined how those generous curves would look divested of those troublesome, straining clothes.... how those breasts, those hips would feel as they filled her cheeks, then slid ever so slowly down her expanding throat...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Brady? Hellooo?~</span>Crew waved a spindly leg in front of the lizardgirl's face, trying in vain to capture the her attention. With a grumble, the psicrystal took hold of a strand of hair and swung himself over the bridge of her scaly snout, planting himself directly in her field of vision.<span style="font-style: italic">~Come on Brady, snap out of it! You've got to stop thinking with your stomach - you </span>know<span style="font-style: italic"> it only leads to trouble. Besides, I thought you were planning to let these two go after the belly-dealie.~</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~It's called a belly rub,~</span>Brady corrected.<span style="font-style: italic">~And I was going, to, really! It's just... well, she makes that mage woman sound so </span>good.<span style="font-style: italic"> Come on, tell me she didn't sound delicious... maybe I could just have a little lick before she goes? Pleeeeease?~</span>She gave the psicrystal a pleading look, only to have it shot down by a disapproving glint of Crew's ocular facet. Brady held her puppy-eyed expression for a few seconds longer before finally dropping her gaze to the floor in defeat.<span style="font-style: italic">~Okay, you win. I promise I won't eat the mage lady - but if Asulf or Teran wants her, I'm not going to intervene. Got it?~</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Got it.~</span>Crew bobbed once in acknowledgement before swinging himself back to his mistress's shoulder and scuttling down to her vest pocket, where he settled with a self-satisfied gleam. Brady sighed to herself as she tucked the pocket closed, wondering not for the first time just what stubborn fragment of her mind she'd calved to make the little psicrystal...