<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Status = Futanari, and a friend exploring her benefits</div><div class="spoiler_body">Naked<br/>HP 112/128<br/><br/>Spells remaining: 4 of 7 1st, 0 of 7 2nd, 1 of 5 3rd, 1 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/>"Mistress says no!  No pirates!" Rayne tried to growl it, but her authority hadn't really worked for long with Doggie herself, and the odds of Sylvia paying attention were far longer.  But she shouldn't have played that up, even for fun... since the memory was all to fresh and... exciting.  Sylvia wasn't all tied up, but that could be arranged... another twitch, and Rayne hastily looked away from where Youmu was leading a protesting Sylvia out to make some headway on the hiring.<br/><br/>Rayne herself was still steady on her feet... absolutely steady, as far as she could judge, and why not?  Two little drinks... but nicely warm.  "Oh, yes... good, thanks.  Good idea it's... kind of distracting.  For me, and not just for me."<br/><br/>She leaned her bow against a cask and did indeed wait for Starstrike to turn her back, though as it turned out her friend barely turned away before turning back... Rayne slipped out of her cape, then popped the top off and pushed the tiny skirt down "conventionally" - she didn't mind that it vanished conveniently into inventory when she was done, but it felt too unnatural to just have gear appear and disappear on herself.  Things appearing in her hand when she reached into a not-really-there backpack was fine... and she was starting to do that for her underwear, reaching up and back with one hand, when she was jolted by the gentle but still very surprising touch of her friend's hand on her "curse".<br/><br/>"Aiiee!  Starstrike, what... ooh!"  Her eager spike had no qualms whatsoever about responding, though she and Starstrike had never done this... nothing<em>like this</em>before!  She looked down, and was quite unable to forget that this was Teagan kneeling in front of her - though Starstrike's form and face were less-closely modelled on that nerd-with-a-wild-side than Rayne's own near-match for Rae-lynne.  She gulped, looking down, unable to look away as Starstrike moved forward so deliberately, locking eyes - Rayne's opened wide and her mouth formed a perfect "o" to match as she watched soundlessly, then relaxed into a shuddering sigh.  "Oh, oh, oh that seems... seems fair... oh my..."  She forgot her nakedness in the tavern basement, forgot for the moment that the stiff cock receiving Starstrike's expert attention was not exactly her own... one hand groped blindly behind her for anything to grip, and found the edge of something wooden and reasonably solid... her other fluttered about, then patted Starstrike's head in a silly, confused display before gliding fingers through her hair, feeling her moving forward ... much to Rae-lynne's delight.  Rayne's .... Rayne's futa-cock's delight, she meant!