<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Skirt &amp; outfit generally damaged, carrying a griffon egg, chain shirt at bottom of pool.  AC 18<br/>CON -3 (now 10).   HP 47 of 74 (83)     Spells remaining: 1 of 7 1st, 2 of 4 2nd, 1 of 1 from bonded object<br/>Ammunition remaining: 15 (+3 in pack) common arrows, 15 silvered, 20 cold iron, 3 Tangleshot</div></div><br/>Since she was allowing Sabrith in, just by a different route, Rayne didn't insist on turning around or try a mismatched wresting contest; she accepted the catgirl's urgent need and let herself be entered from behind.  She was a little worried about the sheer size of her partner, but the monster had done her the "favour" of opening her, of lubricating her, and it had been chased off before it had a chance to suck her completely dry again.  So it was actually no difficulty to accommodate her - no difficulty, but that didn't mean she wasn't aware of how thoroughly filled she was, nor of the vigour of the screwing she now received at the hands ... at the member of the newly-futa Sabrith.  The water of the pool surged and splashed with the force, and Rayne was half-out, pressed down by Sabrith's breasts which left little white puddles rolling off her bare back.  When Sabrith nibbled the nape of her neck through her short, loose ponytail, Rayne was sure she felt the sharp teeth of a cat - a cat in heat, clearly.  At first Rayne simply accepted what she was given, being rather tenderized by the thorough battering of her ass by Sabrith's hips, pinned to the pool's edge... but as the catgirl cunningly, thoughtfully caught her engorged clit and her still-tingling breast, Rayne's pants increased in volume and she arched, raising her bottom and pushing back, meeting each thrust and helping drive them more completely together.  Sabrith's explosion pushed Rayne over the edge as well, feeling Sabrith fill her just a little more and hold position, gushing within... Rayne's scream joined Sabrith's, and she shook all over, clamping down rhythmically onto the pulsing phallus.<br/><br/>The half-elf moaned and tensed for a second as Sabrith withdrew, then let herself slide off the pool's edge back into the water.  Fortunately, there seemed to be no new ill-effects from submerging again - perhaps it was a one-time event, or once per moon-light session at least.  The pool carried away the dribble of excess spunk that now escaped from the well-fucked Rayne.<br/><br/>Eventually, once her breathing was a little settled, she ducked under the surface to retrieve her top, grunting a little as she struggled back into the armour - finely-wrought, but now damaged and, to her surprise, somewhat ill-fitting.  She stretched her arms behind her, doing up the laces that secured the top in place - but the armour no longer quite met in the back, instead leaving a small gap of skin, no more than two centimetres on either side of the midline of her spine, covered only by the leather ties.  She had to shift and stretch a little to get comfortable - the cups were a touch too tight; apparently she hadn't quite recovered her original form, although that effect might diminish with time.<br/><br/>"Well, Sabrith, I'd say 'any time', but I don't think I could take much more of that... and it looks like that's a problem you won't have again.  My ass is still here, but...."  She blushed, then looked pointedly down, where the catgirl no longer sported a huge dick over her pubis.  "As to controlling you, well... from what I've heard, that's pretty much standard for those things."  She grinned and bumped her shoulder against Sabrith's.  Though this did confirm something in Rae-lynne's mind - Sabrith hadn't just been a puppet, not at the end at least ... events here had had an effect on Sabrith's mind, on her desire, influencing her behaviour.  Perhaps she should have worried more about that, but she was still in a rather pleasant fog ... and Sabrith's suggestion that they hatch their eggs caught her full attention.  Well, almost full... the thought of eggs reminded her that the catgirl had cum inside her - very much inside her in fact.  On the one hand that was a good thing - if that parasite had left anything behind, apparently Sabrith's super-semen would have destroyed it.  Though that idea tickled something else in her mind... something about how the thing had reacted to the male ejaculate, in contrast to its need for the female... something she'd have to come back to once the idea matured.<br/><br/>"Thank you, Sabrith."  Rayne looked at the magical vegetable, then tucked it away and retrieved her egg.  Sabrith had already hatched hers, and Rayne was quite surprised to see the resulting little drake - so cute, but somehow she'd imagined that the other girl had a griffon too.  Apparently this was a more general way to get special mounts - very useful knowledge.  She giggled at the wee little thing, but when it started to eat, she hatched her own.  "Awww... she's adorable!  Or he... whichever."  She patted the soft fur of the baby griffon, grinning shamelessly at the oversized paws and stubby wings... but by then there was the brilliant glare from Sabrith's creature, and Rayne hurriedly made room, getting out of the way as the thing expanded to a far-less-cute, full-sized flame drake!  An impressive mount for sure... hopefully docile!  Rayne sheltered her own little thing and brought the radish to it, head swivelling back and forth as she watched first its tiny beak tearing into the radish, then the huge drake by the catgirl's side, then back.<br/><br/>In hardly any time at all, there was a similar, but less red and more yellow, glare and she had to stand and take a step back as her own creature grew unnaturally quickly.<br/><br/>(OOC: just went ahead and made some assumptions, if that's ok!  If the beast's non-standard, or something else crops up, I can edit this all of course!)<br/><br/>The proportions weren't baby-like anymore - it resembles its parents, with full wings, and fierce claws on those once-cute paws.  It was an impressive creature indeed, and she held her hand to its shoulder, talking softly to it.   "There, there, my lovely ..."  She wanted a name this time, but what?  Thinking of the helpful Pixie that had made this possible, she modified it a bit.  "...my lovely Dixon.  Good, good Dixon."  She stroked down the feathers of its neck, then had a sudden thought.  Looking around quickly, she was relieved to see no sign of Horse - her old mount no doubt making himself scarce at the sight of this griffon, however domesticated it might be!<br/><br/>Keeping a hand patting her mount, she called over to Sabrith.  "Very ... impressive, Sabrith.  I won't make any jokes about getting used to having a huge, sleek, wild & dangerous thing between your legs."  She giggled, then continued: "I was going to fly to Port Lannis, working my way slowly over the forest on the way to see if I can find the friends I had left Melangwi Outpost with.  We got ... rudely separated.  Did you have plans, now?"