<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Status = Back to normal, if one doesn't look under the skirt</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP 112/128<br/><br/>Spells remaining: 4 of 7 1st, 0 of 7 2nd, 1 of 5 3rd, 0 of 1 from bonded object.  Uses of bow left: 1 of 3.<br/>Quiver: 7 common arrows, 10 silvered, 9 cold iron, 1 Tangleshot, 5 adamantine arrows, 2 greater hushing arrows, 8 +1 Dragon Bane, 1 Rayne's Resumption, 11 Holy, 3 Merciful, 1 blunt (d6)<br/>     (pack: 25 common, 5 silvered, 9 cold iron, 1 tangleshot, 5 adamantine, 8 +1 Dragon Bane)<br/></div></div><br/>"Well, yes, so did I... I guess that was obvious.  Awfully fun, even waiting in line."  Rayne grinned, pulling up her panties, which still worked though the skimpy things weren't perfectly comfortable with the new addition they had to contain.  But they did keep it from brushing against the skirt, or from being too apparent when viewed from below.  This definitely hadn't been something she'd considered before, though now she had to wonder ... why not?  She watched Starstrike pulling up her panties - she shouldn't stare, but couldn't help it.  She really shouldn't, though, since that made her own feel a bit more snug again, and her futa-cock proved itself well-nigh insatiable.  But she was able to turn her eyes away, and it settled... so, although it was game for more, there wasn't that pressing need.  This, she could handle, for now.<br/><br/>She stopped, baffled, at Starstrike's delayed memory... and then looked sheepish.  "Oh, so did I.  Brilliant.  Well then... I guess we will.  And maybe without the barrels... if you're very good."  She smiled, but it was sort of cartoonish, too broad - it felt weird playing the dominant, here in the daylight and relatively relaxed; it was far easier when driven by need and urgent desire.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>At least, as only half-elf, she wasn't so objectionable to their chosen captain.  She bowed.  "Captain... a pleasure."  Maybe, maybe not... she didn't much like the drow dissing two of her friends, but on the other hand, that was probably the least she could expect.   They could have been refused outright.<br/><br/>There was little time for introductions, as Zurora went straight into her requirements.  "Oh!  Right, yes, well... it's not very flashy."  Her bow was in her hand, of course, and she drew on the bonded item's stored power to cast another<em>Haste</em>, saving her own.  It had been a busy day, and she didn't have much left... but she could include herself and Starstrike, even the Captain if she permitted it, in the effect.  Briefly, feeling awkward, she demonstrated her new zippiness with a few gestures, and a quick circle around part of the deck.<br/><br/>"Not much left where that came from, I'm afraid, not today, Captain.  But I do have arcane power, yes."  She looked around at the bizarre, rather intimidating vessel.  "Though I've... never even seen a mage-cannon.  But ... whatever you need.  Captain."<br/>