<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Status = futanari, aroused again and bobbing away</div><div class="spoiler_body">In "microbreastplate" with lovely skirt and nipples exposed (AC+6, max +4 dex bonus, armor check penalty -2, 15% arcane spell failure)<br/>(Armor training, Arcane armor training (requires swift action to reduce spell failure chance, included above))<br/>Nipple hoops (AC+4)<br/>AC 24 (touch 22, flat-footed 20, -2 against improvised weapons)<br/>SR 19 (Spell Resistance, miniskirt)<br/>HP 86/105<br/>CMB: 9<br/>CMD: 23 (10 + Base + Dex) (21 against dirty tricks, Naive)<br/><br/>TU = 2<br/><br/>Spells remaining: 5 of 7 1st, 2 of 6 2nd, 3 of 4 3rd, 1 of 1 from bonded object.  Uses of bow left: 2 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, 5 Holy, 3 Merciful<br/>     (pack: 25 common, 5 silvered, 9 cold iron, 1 tangleshot, 5 adamantine, 8 +1 Dragon Bane, 8 Holy arrows)<br/></div></div><br/>One threat left behind... but who knew what lay ahead?  Rayne kept her eyes low - fortunately the shaft was very dark, and it wasn't until she emerged in (relatively) gleaming brightness that she could see, and be distracted by, and embarrassed by, her micro-miniskirt flapping up around her waist in the rushing air, and her cock pointing up at her face with a slight, ludicrous side-to-side wobble.  She was only caught off-guard for a moment, then hurriedly triggered the spell that saved her from a painful, wet impact.<br/><br/>Then, with more time to contemplate, she smoothed down her skirt, and took note of the figures... very welcome figures indeed!  She alighted on the dry ground, one delicate foot first, as if this was all exactly as she had planned.  Rayne's great grin of relief was transformed by a brief look of discomfort, and then a returning smile this time of something more sly, as her body and mind considered the possibilities inherent in her form, and Sylvia's form, and... putting the two together.  Still semi-erect from Doggie's eager posing, now the object of discussion twitched and stiffened, making even more of a mockery of the "skirt" than it already was.<br/><br/>"I did not, it was a trap!"  Then she realized what Youmu had meant, and Rayne flushed red.  "Oh!  I mean... yes... of course.  Though it was... a little tricky at times.  And Sylvia... you owe me... something, if this doesn't go away on its own!  It's... awfully distracting."  She was staring at the elf, and the phallus was still growing... she coughed, then quickly pulled up a barter screen to give back all of Sylvia's gear.  "I picked it up getting these for you."<br/><br/>Something told her Youmu needed a hug too, and Rayne stepped into it and threw her arms around the swordswoman before there could be any evasion; that felt... awfully nice.  She twitched again, and let go reluctantly... then shook her head, to get these foreign thoughts out.<br/><br/>And then... "But where's Starstrike?  I thought she was with you two..."  Rayne looked back the way she had noticed the two girls coming from, then in the direction they were going.  "We... should really get away from this place."<br/><br/>