Delilah stays a little crouched, along with Tasu on top of the moving elevator.  Once Tasu is all the way through, she very carefully replaces the ceiling tile.  "Allright.  According to procedure, they'll search the last floor the body was on when they find him.  If we're lucky, they'll also have that new doctor reclaimed by then as well, so an alert will be sent out for your cell, that'll be enough to get all four squads out of the barracks, leaving the whole floor to us."  She grins, "Though it might be a little tight at the top of the shaft while the elevator is stopped. We should find places to hang on to the ceiling and let it go back down at least fifty feet before we try to get the doors open, since tripping any of the lasers stops it and locks it down, that way, they can't shoot back up at us, and it'll be funny to see them try."<br/><br/>As she explains, the top of the elevator shaft is approaching very quickly.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Thistle rides up and down on the cock vigorously, enjoying the attention from the tigress.  It seems like she's approaching an orgasm much more quickly this time.  She leans forward, grabbing the tigress's ass and massaging it roughly, she uses the furry ass as a handhold to keep her balance as she bounces on the cock more quickly covering it, and the feline's eager tongue with sweet fairy sex juices.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>The mouseboy squeaks and whimpers a little, why oh why couldn't he at least speak his case...  getting rescued only to have people talk about how he's going to get eaten later.<br/><br/>"You're talking like this whole thing is designed to be an inevitable deathtrap.  To be honest, about...  hmm...  I guess eighty percent of the testers get through this one alive.  Besides if your partner dies or is rendered too weak from hunger to move, the test is over immediately..."  she looks as if she's said something she shouldn't have.  "Anyway, the three days is a ballpark estimate, usually, the participants are too weak by then if they don't find each other and neither one dies."  At this part, the mouseboy perks up a little...  He might get out after all, if the other one in the maze runs into something worse than the slime.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the lizard is proving to indeed be worse than expected.  He stagger's from the fox's attack and has to put his remaining hand over the wound in his neck to slow the bleeding, making him quite vulnerable to attack.  He gets ready for a charge, but slides a little bit, losing his aim and running into the fox in an unbalanced tackle, rather than another vicious biting charge.  He grabs onto Lance's shirt to steady himself, but that gets more of his blood pouring onto the fox.<br/><br/>this battle is messy, and whichever way it goes, won't last much longer.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>From inside the dragon's cocoon, the buffeting assault outside sounds like a tornado.  The defense seems to slow the drain, but there doesn't feel like any hint of the dust letting up any time soon.  After some time in the pitch darkness, flickers of light seem to play out.  A numbness begins to set in, and the flickers expand out into visions.  Men in suits, dim light through high windows in smoky rooms.  Shaking hands and smiling faces.  Somewhere it dawns that with the transfer of power, bits of the creature's memory are seeping through to Wil.  Just as many of his own memories may be playing out as well for the creature.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>As Greggory begins walking, the doorway disappears behind him in the darkness.  It seems like he walks for about ten feet before running face first into something solid as the same doorway appears out of the blackness in front of him.  "Open.  The.  Door."  The voice is inches behind him, and there is the feeling of a hand, cold and clammy, gripping the back of his neck, seemingly holding him in place in front of this door.  This may be more difficult a problem than first expected.