<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c8/Phelypsis.jpg)</div>Phelypsis slides downhill for total 13<br/><br/>At 2016-06-03 04:46:05, Phelypsis (uid: 29273) rolls: 1d8 Result: 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=88995)<br/>At 2016-06-03 05:04:33, Phelypsis (uid: 29273) rolls: 1d6m2 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=88996)<br/><br/>She wants to win the whole thing and adds rolls: 1d4 Result:<strong>4</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=88997) more distance!<br/><hr/>Phelypsis' plight was growing far beyond just exposed boobs when other contestants passed her. She gave Nuria a hurt frown when the godlike made mockery of her predicament, both by laughing and demonstrating how she was not in the slightest bothered by her own nudity. Worse yet was still Nuria's entanglement with Phelypsis' price. She was already far (few meters) behind them, but could see every detail of that grapple. That was one big cock. Phelypsis felt a bit tingly down there. Her face was flushed for some other reason than shame.<br/><br/>"Hey! Bad Nuria!" Phelypsis gasped, worried that biting could break the rod. She wanted to add that if it did Nuria would have to take responsibility and compensate, but lacked courage to confront the godlike like that out loud. Nuria always seemed to aggressively follow up any threats thrown at her with twice the power and Phelypsis really didn't want to end up in a word contest with her. Losing those always made her feel so small and powerless - kind of akin to how her current aimless sledding did, but that she could change.<br/><br/>Wasn't she going to win after all? What was an andra demon if not a creative problem solver capable of brute forcing their way through all battlefield obstacles? Taking hint from Nuria's muddy state Phelypsis reached to scoop some in her palms and slathered it on her nipples. "Bhrrr-~" The cold made her tail tuft poof and ears jolt up. The extra slipperified mud provided barely more cover than a paint layer, leaving the shape of her rather pronounced and now erect nipples feeling pretty naked, but it was better than nothing.<br/><br/>Once done Phelypsis didn't wait to assess the situation or her chances. She let out another loud and long shout and began chasing gravity with animalistic fervor, "HWAAAARGH! MAKE WAY!" With brute strength the barbarian woman grabbed and shoved the nearby contestants to hurl herself forward with their momentum, gaining a huge burst in speed. She caught up with Nuria and Riset quickly, but rather than sabotage their efforts the demon only gave them a passing glance. They could see the determination to win glimmer in those wide yellow eyes as if this was a contest of life and death. Even as all others were behind her Phelypsis did allow herself to relax. The twin giants hanging from her chest danced almost rhythmically to the strokes of her hand paddling.<br/><br/>The reality of her victory slooowly began dawning on Phelypsis when she whumped past the end of the slope. Her focused expression began melting into a joyful smile. "Hah!" She loked around, began raising her hands up in triumph and said, "I am...   I am victorio-!" Mid celebration the still sledding Phelypsis disappeared into the stacks of hay at the end of the slope. In the next breath her torso popped from the haystack with fists up high and a bright wide smile on her. "Yaaay! I am the winner! I am the winner! Phelypsis of Delvers is the mightiest turtle shell sledder in town! Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaa! Yay! Hihii!" Although barely able to contain her high spirits Phelypsis turned her smug winner face towards the slope and observed 'the losers' as they made the finish line.