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GULP!

He was taken aback, we yanked backwards all of a sudden.  He started losing his balance and tipping backwards off the bar stool.  One hand catching himself from hitting the floor, one foot snagging the bottom of the bar stopping him from crashing into the ground, his other foot grabbing his glass before it too followed the example of his Pixie Proof Rando Cola he swallowed whole Lyca the Pixie included, and his other hand catching on to Yura's backside as he shifted his balance to remain upri... well not falling.

Which he managed mid gulp, balancing on the bar stool with his limbs stretched up out and around everything within reach to stop his fall.  

"YURA!"  He gasp well wrapped up in the spider ninja's web of limbs.  She was all arms and legs and chest squeezed against him, he was tempted to drop to the floor anyway and role around with her on his back to so who came out on top. His stomach lighting up like a thousand watt lightbulb

Crisis Rocan wrote:

GULP!

He was taken aback, we yanked backwards all of a sudden.  He started losing his balance and tipping backwards off the bar stool.  One hand catching himself from hitting the floor, one foot snagging the bottom of the bar stopping him from crashing into the ground, his other foot grabbing his glass before it too followed the example of his Pixie Proof Rando Cola he swallowed whole Lyca the Pixie included, and his other hand catching on to Yura's backside as he shifted his balance to remain upri... well not falling.

"Oooo~" Yura purred, feeling his webby hand upon her soft valleys under her skimpy robe, her body clinging to him as they now... hovered in an interesting position.

Crisis Rocan wrote:"YURA!"  He gasp well wrapped up in the spider ninja's web of limbs.  She was all arms and legs and chest squeezed against him, he was tempted to drop to the floor anyway and role around with her on his back to so who came out on top.  His stomach lighting up like a thousand watt lightbulb

"The one and only~" the woman giggled, winking at him as she rubbed herself against the small frog-man. "Been so long!! I see you still got your 'touch' hmhmhm~" She purred, licking her lips.

'Swan' had been there in the dark corner of the bar the entire while, half drunk off Shadowbanish wine- very rare stuff considering the current era. She was lying face down on the booth's table, when she heard the sound of familiar voices, one more pleasant than the other. "Ugh..."

She moaned, turning her head to the side. Her pale face revealed itself from the hood she wore over her head, her dark eyelashes fluttering as she was in another dreamscape training session with her invisible friends, the Teronian spirits of thirteen former Shadowblades, one of which being her ancestor, the other her ancestor's mentor. It... was surreal. She still didn't know if she was mostly crazy, but what they told her was usually truth- so she just rolled with the punches. "What...you mean I haveah brother...?" She snored, mumbling in her sleep. Light pink, plush lips wet with the dark purple wine seemed to shimmer like Hoppee's fuchsia flesh. It was then she realized, that she was seeing the 'Frogrurai' in her dream, and thus the dreamscape training was vanishing before her closed eyes like the Teronian warping clouds...

Her dark, heavily eyeshadowed eyes began to twitch at Yura's obnoxiously sweet laughter. The 22 year old GFL Assassin blinked her eyes open, a pair of crimson eyes darting away and fluttering in the dark corner- which would have given anyone who looked that direction a fright no doubt!



They were subtle for the outsiders, but for her, Sirius' eyes allowed her to see in the absent of light, and see everything clearly. She realized she still held the bottle of 100 year old Shadowbanish wine- which was not cheap, but the owner here had a small fortune's worth of the stuff. It wasn't meant for the common folk, most people wouldn't likely be able to handle it- but it was made for Teronians, by Teronians, with probably extinct Teronian grapes for all she knew. She blinked her glowing crimson eyes, and slowly sat back into the plush purple leather backed couch. She closed her eyes, wetness from her eyes rolling down her soft, pale, silken cheeks as she stretched her arm up and behind her head with her stump, her bosom behind the strapless bustier bouncing attractively while she sat back and yawned. How long was I out...? She asked herself, blinking her lidded eyes again. Haziness became clarity within an instant as she saw two familiar faces- both comrades- well, she considered one of them comrades at least. Ugh... that distasteful little spider...! She grumbled internally, placing her hand on the surface of the table, pulling herself up from her warm seat.

"Oi..." Swan's deep voice bellowed out from the darkness, her pale, full bodied figure appearing from the shadows as she drew close to the lights of the bar, her crimson eyes only thing visible till she got within range of the light:



She was clad in skin tight, shiny black leather, her lovely frock-like trench coat draping with a duster mantle of fine black swan feathers. She blinked down, glossy eyed at the other GFL assassin. "...shouldn't you take that elsewhere, bug? You know this is a bar for drinkin', not horseplay..." She grumbled down at Yura, before turning her crimson glare towards Hoppee. "Heya Frogrurai... there another mission in town dude? Or this now the 'hoppin' joint to run into members of the Good Fucking Luck'ers?" She yawned.

Swan wrote:'Swan' had been there in the dark corner of the bar the entire while, half drunk off Shadowbanish wine- very rare stuff considering the current era. She was lying face down on the booth's table, when she heard the sound of familiar voices, one more pleasant than the other. "Ugh..."

She moaned, turning her head to the side. Her pale face revealed itself from the hood she wore over her head, her dark eyelashes fluttering as she was in another dreamscape training session with her invisible friends, the Teronian spirits of thirteen former Shadowblades, one of which being her ancestor, the other her ancestor's mentor. It... was surreal. She still didn't know if she was mostly crazy, but what they told her was usually truth- so she just rolled with the punches. "What...you mean I haveah brother...?" She snored, mumbling in her sleep. Light pink, plush lips wet with the dark purple wine seemed to shimmer like Hoppee's fuchsia flesh. It was then she realized, that she was seeing the 'Frogrurai' in her dream, and thus the dreamscape training was vanishing before her closed eyes like the Teronian warping clouds...

Her dark, heavily eyeshadowed eyes began to twitch at Yura's obnoxiously sweet laughter. The 22 year old GFL Assassin blinked her eyes open, a pair of crimson eyes darting away and fluttering in the dark corner- which would have given anyone who looked that direction a fright no doubt!



They were subtle for the outsiders, but for her, Sirius' eyes allowed her to see in the absent of light, and see everything clearly. She realized she still held the bottle of 100 year old Shadowbanish wine- which was not cheap, but the owner here had a small fortune's worth of the stuff. It wasn't meant for the common folk, most people wouldn't likely be able to handle it- but it was made for Teronians, by Teronians, with probably extinct Teronian grapes for all she knew. She blinked her glowing crimson eyes, and slowly sat back into the plush purple leather backed couch. She closed her eyes, wetness from her eyes rolling down her soft, pale, silken cheeks as she stretched her arm up and behind her head with her stump, her bosom behind the strapless bustier bouncing attractively while she sat back and yawned. How long was I out...? She asked herself, blinking her lidded eyes again. Haziness became clarity within an instant as she saw two familiar faces- both comrades- well, she considered one of them comrades at least. Ugh... that distasteful little spider...! She grumbled internally, placing her hand on the surface of the table, pulling herself up from her warm seat.

"Oi..." Swan's deep voice bellowed out from the darkness, her pale, full bodied figure appearing from the shadows as she drew close to the lights of the bar, her crimson eyes only thing visible till she got within range of the light:



She was clad in skin tight, shiny black leather, her lovely frock-like trench coat draping with a duster mantle of fine black swan feathers. She blinked down, glossy eyed at the other GFL assassin. "...shouldn't you take that elsewhere, bug? You know this is a bar for drinkin', not horseplay..." She grumbled down at Yura, before turning her crimson glare towards Hoppee. "Heya Frogrurai... there another mission in town dude? Or this now the 'hoppin' joint to run into members of the Good Fucking Luck'ers?" She yawned.

Yura glanced up at the pale woman who so rudely interrupted her fun. "Who the hell are--- oh, its you- the three legged magpie~" Yura taunted up at the woman in black. "'Bug'?!" she gasped, exaggerating it slightly. "That's not very nice!" She cooed, before swirling her index finger around like she was swinging an invisible pair of keys. "Naughty naughty Maggie Magpie, I think you may have had one too many with those glossy, red eyes of yours!" she giggled. Within a moment's notice she pulled a wire she had conjured around the 5'9 tall woman in black as Hoppee was about to speak, another pair of wires around his upper and lower jaw forcing his mouth wide open as Yura deftly pulls Swan into a headfirst 'swan dive' into Hoppee's throat!

"Into the 'drunk tank' you go~" giggled the sadistic, playful and mischievous Yura. She pats the Fuschia frog's cheeks. "Hush, its rude to speak with food in your mouth!" She teased, as she slid herself upright, peeling off Swan's lovely leather and feather jacket, and slipped it around her own shoulders. "I'll hold onto this for now love~" She purred, slapping one of Swan's exposed ass cheeks, as she then grabbed the one-armed woman by her legs and crammed her body into a kneeling position into Hoppee's stretchy jaws! She wiggled and protested all the while, her high heel boots clicking as she leans her elbow upon their soles, pushing the woman's prostrate form down the small frog's gullet- being yokai she was stronger than the human- despite her being 'Terroronian or Terror-somethinganother'. "Now sleep it off down there!" Yura growled, both hands on Swan's jiggly, thong clad butt-



-forcing the woman down poor Hoppee's gullet!

-Gluup!

Hoppee's stomach now glowed pink, and with the dark, curled up feminine shape which made his stomach look like a large, wobbly, fuchsia pear.

She pulled some more of the ale from the bar and helped wash down Swan's likely disagreeable taste- for she'd be broken had she known Swan somehow tasted great! "There there my little Frogrurai~ such noisy unnecessarily dark and pretty women no longer purposely darken our doorsteps now~" she cooed, helping her favourite frog up, his belly swaying comically with Swan's curled up weight and lead him over to a booth to sit and chat in, whilst his belly wriggled and bulged with muffled, angry protests from Swan. She wore Swan's lovely leather jacket all the while, curling up next to Hopps, and leaned against him with her bosom on his left eyeball while she looked down at him. "So where were we? Oh yes, how have you been my precious frogruai?~" she purred, pretending as if the last five minutes didn't just happen in front of freaked out customer and bar tender.

Yura wrote:

Swan wrote:'Swan' had been there in the dark corner of the bar the entire while, half drunk off Shadowbanish wine- very rare stuff considering the current era. She was lying face down on the booth's table, when she heard the sound of familiar voices, one more pleasant than the other. "Ugh..."

She moaned, turning her head to the side. Her pale face revealed itself from the hood she wore over her head, her dark eyelashes fluttering as she was in another dreamscape training session with her invisible friends, the Teronian spirits of thirteen former Shadowblades, one of which being her ancestor, the other her ancestor's mentor. It... was surreal. She still didn't know if she was mostly crazy, but what they told her was usually truth- so she just rolled with the punches. "What...you mean I haveah brother...?" She snored, mumbling in her sleep. Light pink, plush lips wet with the dark purple wine seemed to shimmer like Hoppee's fuchsia flesh. It was then she realized, that she was seeing the 'Frogrurai' in her dream, and thus the dreamscape training was vanishing before her closed eyes like the Teronian warping clouds...

Her dark, heavily eyeshadowed eyes began to twitch at Yura's obnoxiously sweet laughter. The 22 year old GFL Assassin blinked her eyes open, a pair of crimson eyes darting away and fluttering in the dark corner- which would have given anyone who looked that direction a fright no doubt!



They were subtle for the outsiders, but for her, Sirius' eyes allowed her to see in the absent of light, and see everything clearly. She realized she still held the bottle of 100 year old Shadowbanish wine- which was not cheap, but the owner here had a small fortune's worth of the stuff. It wasn't meant for the common folk, most people wouldn't likely be able to handle it- but it was made for Teronians, by Teronians, with probably extinct Teronian grapes for all she knew. She blinked her glowing crimson eyes, and slowly sat back into the plush purple leather backed couch. She closed her eyes, wetness from her eyes rolling down her soft, pale, silken cheeks as she stretched her arm up and behind her head with her stump, her bosom behind the strapless bustier bouncing attractively while she sat back and yawned. How long was I out...? She asked herself, blinking her lidded eyes again. Haziness became clarity within an instant as she saw two familiar faces- both comrades- well, she considered one of them comrades at least. Ugh... that distasteful little spider...! She grumbled internally, placing her hand on the surface of the table, pulling herself up from her warm seat.

"Oi..." Swan's deep voice bellowed out from the darkness, her pale, full bodied figure appearing from the shadows as she drew close to the lights of the bar, her crimson eyes only thing visible till she got within range of the light:



She was clad in skin tight, shiny black leather, her lovely frock-like trench coat draping with a duster mantle of fine black swan feathers. She blinked down, glossy eyed at the other GFL assassin. "...shouldn't you take that elsewhere, bug? You know this is a bar for drinkin', not horseplay..." She grumbled down at Yura, before turning her crimson glare towards Hoppee. "Heya Frogrurai... there another mission in town dude? Or this now the 'hoppin' joint to run into members of the Good Fucking Luck'ers?" She yawned.

Yura glanced up at the pale woman who so rudely interrupted her fun. "Who the hell are--- oh, its you- the three legged magpie~" Yura taunted up at the woman in black. "'Bug'?!" she gasped, exaggerating it slightly. "That's not very nice!" She cooed, before swirling her index finger around like she was swinging an invisible pair of keys. "Naughty naughty Maggie Magpie, I think you may have had one too many with those glossy, red eyes of yours!" she giggled. Within a moment's notice she pulled a wire she had conjured around the 5'9 tall woman in black as Hoppee was about to speak, another pair of wires around his upper and lower jaw forcing his mouth wide open as Yura deftly pulls Swan into a headfirst 'swan dive' into Hoppee's throat!

"Into the 'drunk tank' you go~" giggled the sadistic, playful and mischievous Yura. She pats the Fuschia frog's cheeks. "Hush, its rude to speak with food in your mouth!" She teased, as she slid herself upright, peeling off Swan's lovely leather and feather jacket, and slipped it around her own shoulders. "I'll hold onto this for now love~" She purred, slapping one of Swan's exposed ass cheeks, as she then grabbed the one-armed woman by her legs and crammed her body into a kneeling position into Hoppee's stretchy jaws! She wiggled and protested all the while, her high heel boots clicking as she leans her elbow upon their soles, pushing the woman's prostrate form down the small frog's gullet- being yokai she was stronger than the human- despite her being 'Terroronian or Terror-somethinganother'. "Now sleep it off down there!" Yura growled, both hands on Swan's jiggly, thong clad butt-



-forcing the woman down poor Hoppee's gullet!

-Gluup!

Hoppee's stomach now glowed pink, and with the dark, curled up feminine shape which made his stomach look like a large, wobbly, fuchsia pear.

She pulled some more of the ale from the bar and helped wash down Swan's likely disagreeable taste- for she'd be broken had she known Swan somehow tasted great! "There there my little Frogrurai~ such noisy unnecessarily dark and pretty women no longer purposely darken our doorsteps now~" she cooed, helping her favourite frog up, his belly swaying comically with Swan's curled up weight and lead him over to a booth to sit and chat in, whilst his belly wriggled and bulged with muffled, angry protests from Swan. She wore Swan's lovely leather jacket all the while, curling up next to Hopps, and leaned against him with her bosom on his left eyeball while she looked down at him. "So where were we? Oh yes, how have you been my precious frogruai?~" she purred, pretending as if the last five minutes didn't just happen in front of freaked out customer and bar tender.

There was a lot of sudden movement which forced Lyca to tumble about the fuchsia frogman's belly, her pinkish glow illuminating the squelching, mostly empty darkness.

"Oof-ow, ooof! What the heck is going on up there?!" She commented, when the entire belly started rumbling, her entire world began to shutter and shake even more violently as something large was coming her way!!

Groaaaaaaaaaaaan!!

"Wh-what the hell's going on now?!" The now worried pixie asked, before a large dark shape appeared from the entrance into the belly, followed by a large pair of breasts and a prostrate, curvy body!

"What the craaaaaaaaaaap!!" screamed the pixie, covering her eyes, as she was unable to flee the massive mass now joining her in the shimmering darkness!

She blinked her eyes open once it was all over, and realized she was suddenly betwixt a pair of soft, supple valleys that were quite warm and silky to the touch. Blinking up, she stared into the glowing crimson eyes of one of her fellow companions-

"Oh, hey! Fancy seeing you here, Swan!" Jovially waved and spoke the pixie who flutter kicked between Swan's massive bosom- at least to her size.



The pixie's glowing pink body radiating her silhouette through Swan's flesh in an eerie manner.

Previously:

"Shaddup Spider Wench, nobody asked for your- ack!?" She suddenly choked, clasping her neck. Her large, glowing crimson eyes blinked down at the smiling Yura, her mischievous grin made her sick to her stomach, and soon, the other sexy assassin found herself staring down into the entrance of another! Damn it, forgot she could do that...! "Acck-fucking...bit-mmmph?!!" She managed through the tightness of Yura's infamous hairs before her voice became muffled by her fuchsia ally's gullet! Hopps was quite the stretchy little guy, she knew that sparring with him, but... this was far more intimate than they had previously been, -save the tongue grapples here and there in mock battles past or that time he pulled her away from debris. "Mmphm hmph... HRMPH.*" She screamed at Yura, wiggling her thong clad ass, kicking her legs out at the woman who removed her favorite jacket from her! Given she was still a little drunk from the Shadowbanish wine... her abilities were, well, she'd have to wait till the wine fled her system a little more, or absorbed into her body as the side effect of the wine is it dulled and turned off the Teronian abilities, allowing them peace of mind- or the illusion of such with their connection to Sirius- The War God of Shadows temporarily 'severed' or dulled. She kicked and scissored her legs till Yura bound them, forced her knees into her lower abdomen, and assaulted her ass! "H-hey lay off the merchandise!!" She screamed, her voice echoing down into the slimy throat, her one arm not very useful as she was soon pushed down the gullet by force!

"Mmmph!! Hmmmph...HMMPH HMMPH!!!**" more muffled, angry screams from within the bulging shape forming inside the wide- no doubt teary eyed frogrurai, before Yura pushed Swan's body all the way through!

-GLICK!

"MMMMMMMMMPPPPHHHHHhhhhhhhh-!***" a muffled, slowly vanishing cry emanated from Hoppee's swollen throat, the curled up, semi-drunken assassin descended the depths of Hopp's throat and then filled out his stomach- making the poor, tiny thing look like an overripe or fucked up pear!

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*:That's... my... COAT.
**:Yura!! So help me...I will KILL YOU!!!
***: AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhh-!

---

Inside, as Swan entered the claustrophobic, slimy space- which oddly smelled of pears? Irony- she ended up curled up in poor Hoppee's paunch. "Ooof!" She grunted, hitting her head against something hard through the thin veil of his flesh- likely his wakizashi handle. "Bitch...! Took my coat, and forced me down Hopp's throat! Sorry Hoppee! ACK! What the fuck?!" She suddenly spat, feeling something cold rushing past her thong clad ass cheeks, the smell of pears replaced with alcohol as amber fluid, half a keg from the looks of it- swished around her leather clad form. "Ohhhh... I am so gonna squish that spi-!" she paused, feeling something wriggling between her breasts, realizing the faint, pink glow below her.



She blinked at the small figure, then recognized her as well. "...Lyca? What the hell is this, a GFL reunion...? Seriously, I thought I was the only one who attended this joint..." she says with a heavy sigh, before shaking her slimy head. "Not that I want to BE here! Damn that mischievous Oni!! I'm gonna teleport her somewhere worse once my powers come back!! UGGGH!!" She grumbled, before hiccuping. "Uggh... woozy still from all that Shadowbanish wine... damn bitch... played me well!!" She grumbled, wiggling intensely in the glow of the pixie!

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Outside, poor Hoppee's stomach was alive with movement as the curled up leather clad assassin kicked and wiggled, bulging out here and there with her facial features visible at times, her pretty face contorted to a look of rage as she 'thought' she stared at Yura a few times- but was only yelling faint obscenities at the wall and decorations- her sexy silhouette illuminated by Lyca's glow as poor Hoppee's stomach grumbled and groaned with such strain...

She put a hand over Hoppee's lips as he belched from Swan's movements, smacking the top of the womans head as it pressed through his fuchsia flesh at one point, screaming something at the wall. "Shut up magpie! The adults are talking!" She rolled her eyes, sighing as she pats the frog man's head. "Sorry about hitting you- you know, had to swat that bird brain ugly duckly~" She giggled, hugging the Frogrurai's neck. "So- where were we, hmm?" She hummed sweetly. "Surprising to see so many of the guild's members in one place- please tell me that stray isn't around... I haven't forgiven him for stealing my comb!" She groaned, showing off said comb:



She blinked... then realized she forgot to remove her hairs from around his jaws! "OH! Sorry, no wonder you're so quiet!" She explained, snapping her fingers and undoing the strands of hair around his jaws, letting the little- albeit now bloated, frogruari to move his mouth and speak freely!

She pushed over the keg of ale she had taken from the bar- the bar man hanging upside down as she didn't want to pay him. "More ale?" she hummed sweetly, sitting close to him with Swan's longcoat still draped around her shoulders.

Swan wrote:

Previously:

"Shaddup Spider Wench, nobody asked for your- ack!?" She suddenly choked, clasping her neck. Her large, glowing crimson eyes blinked down at the smiling Yura, her mischievous grin made her sick to her stomach, and soon, the other sexy assassin found herself staring down into the entrance of another! Damn it, forgot she could do that...! "Acck-fucking...bit-mmmph?!!" She managed through the tightness of Yura's infamous hairs before her voice became muffled by her fuchsia ally's gullet! Hopps was quite the stretchy little guy, she knew that sparring with him, but... this was far more intimate than they had previously been, -save the tongue grapples here and there in mock battles past or that time he pulled her away from debris. "Mmphm hmph... HRMPH.*" She screamed at Yura, wiggling her thong clad ass, kicking her legs out at the woman who removed her favorite jacket from her! Given she was still a little drunk from the Shadowbanish wine... her abilities were, well, she'd have to wait till the wine fled her system a little more, or absorbed into her body as the side effect of the wine is it dulled and turned off the Teronian abilities, allowing them peace of mind- or the illusion of such with their connection to Sirius- The War God of Shadows temporarily 'severed' or dulled. She kicked and scissored her legs till Yura bound them, forced her knees into her lower abdomen, and assaulted her ass! "H-hey lay off the merchandise!!" She screamed, her voice echoing down into the slimy throat, her one arm not very useful as she was soon pushed down the gullet by force!

"Mmmph!! Hmmmph...HMMPH HMMPH!!!**" more muffled, angry screams from within the bulging shape forming inside the wide- no doubt teary eyed frogrurai, before Yura pushed Swan's body all the way through!

-GLICK!

"MMMMMMMMMPPPPHHHHHhhhhhhhh-!***" a muffled, slowly vanishing cry emanated from Hoppee's swollen throat, the curled up, semi-drunken assassin descended the depths of Hopp's throat and then filled out his stomach- making the poor, tiny thing look like an overripe or fucked up pear!

---

*:That's... my... COAT.
**:Yura!! So help me...I will KILL YOU!!!
***: AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhh-!

---

Inside, as Swan entered the claustrophobic, slimy space- which oddly smelled of pears? Irony- she ended up curled up in poor Hoppee's paunch. "Ooof!" She grunted, hitting her head against something hard through the thin veil of his flesh- likely his wakizashi handle. "Bitch...! Took my coat, and forced me down Hopp's throat! Sorry Hoppee! ACK! What the fuck?!" She suddenly spat, feeling something cold rushing past her thong clad ass cheeks, the smell of pears replaced with alcohol as amber fluid, half a keg from the looks of it- swished around her leather clad form. "Ohhhh... I am so gonna squish that spi-!" she paused, feeling something wriggling between her breasts, realizing the faint, pink glow below her.



She blinked at the small figure, then recognized her as well. "...Lyca? What the hell is this, a GFL reunion...? Seriously, I thought I was the only one who attended this joint..." she says with a heavy sigh, before shaking her slimy head. "Not that I want to BE here! Damn that mischievous Oni!! I'm gonna teleport her somewhere worse once my powers come back!! UGGGH!!" She grumbled, before hiccuping. "Uggh... woozy still from all that Shadowbanish wine... damn bitch... played me well!!" She grumbled, wiggling intensely in the glow of the pixie!

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Outside, poor Hoppee's stomach was alive with movement as the curled up leather clad assassin kicked and wiggled, bulging out here and there with her facial features visible at times, her pretty face contorted to a look of rage as she 'thought' she stared at Yura a few times- but was only yelling faint obscenities at the wall and decorations- her sexy silhouette illuminated by Lyca's glow as poor Hoppee's stomach grumbled and groaned with such strain...

The pixie blinked at Swan's mention of 'attendance of this joint' and then leaned back into the woman's soft, supple cleavage with her hands behind her head, enjoying the sensation of warmth that was only second to clothing out of a dryer- but equally as fresh scented- whatever Swan used for perfume, she wanted it! "Ohhh, for a moment I thought you meant Hopps' tum-tum. First time for me too-" she pointed over to the tattoo, illuminating it with her magic. "But seems the true bird brain was here first, that crazy sniper would probably have a field day should she ever find out about us being in her quote'en'quote: 'Room'." Replied the Lilliputian only slightly befuddled betwixt a pair most soft and sumptuous- at least in regards to how a tattoo was made in such an environment in the first place- second to how Swan would be ever able to exit- being a 5'9 giantess to her- which was funny given she mentioned Yura who was the same height- and she too when she chose a human form would be close to 5'9 if not at... she wasn't going to go 'big' anytime soon- lest there be less room for them both, and poor Hopps would get a hell of a workout trying to get through doors.

She crossed her legs and tapped her slimy boots as she got comfortable in Swan's tight cleavage. "So Yura is the one who jumped Hopps... makes sense~" She hummed, and noticed some ale dripping off one of Swan's black bangs, and reached up and squeezed a trickle of ale into her open mouth. "Mmm, you taste good Swan! Especially beer battered!" She half teased- had their roles been reversed, she'd likely devour poor Swan whole! Still, she wasn't in the mood- yet- to eat her friend to survive the underbelly of a Frogurai belly- yet.

"You might wanna teleport yourself out before you digest- the way you taste? I'll be surprised anyone would spit you out willingly! Not to sound weird or foreshadow ironic events, but i'd eat you too~" Lyca purred, revealing her intentions should it come to survival or boredom- she got hungry when she was bored.

Lyca Licorice wrote:

Swan wrote:

Previously:

"Shaddup Spider Wench, nobody asked for your- ack!?" She suddenly choked, clasping her neck. Her large, glowing crimson eyes blinked down at the smiling Yura, her mischievous grin made her sick to her stomach, and soon, the other sexy assassin found herself staring down into the entrance of another! Damn it, forgot she could do that...! "Acck-fucking...bit-mmmph?!!" She managed through the tightness of Yura's infamous hairs before her voice became muffled by her fuchsia ally's gullet! Hopps was quite the stretchy little guy, she knew that sparring with him, but... this was far more intimate than they had previously been, -save the tongue grapples here and there in mock battles past or that time he pulled her away from debris. "Mmphm hmph... HRMPH.*" She screamed at Yura, wiggling her thong clad ass, kicking her legs out at the woman who removed her favorite jacket from her! Given she was still a little drunk from the Shadowbanish wine... her abilities were, well, she'd have to wait till the wine fled her system a little more, or absorbed into her body as the side effect of the wine is it dulled and turned off the Teronian abilities, allowing them peace of mind- or the illusion of such with their connection to Sirius- The War God of Shadows temporarily 'severed' or dulled. She kicked and scissored her legs till Yura bound them, forced her knees into her lower abdomen, and assaulted her ass! "H-hey lay off the merchandise!!" She screamed, her voice echoing down into the slimy throat, her one arm not very useful as she was soon pushed down the gullet by force!

"Mmmph!! Hmmmph...HMMPH HMMPH!!!**" more muffled, angry screams from within the bulging shape forming inside the wide- no doubt teary eyed frogrurai, before Yura pushed Swan's body all the way through!

-GLICK!

"MMMMMMMMMPPPPHHHHHhhhhhhhh-!***" a muffled, slowly vanishing cry emanated from Hoppee's swollen throat, the curled up, semi-drunken assassin descended the depths of Hopp's throat and then filled out his stomach- making the poor, tiny thing look like an overripe or fucked up pear!

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*:That's... my... COAT.
**:Yura!! So help me...I will KILL YOU!!!
***: AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhh-!

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Inside, as Swan entered the claustrophobic, slimy space- which oddly smelled of pears? Irony- she ended up curled up in poor Hoppee's paunch. "Ooof!" She grunted, hitting her head against something hard through the thin veil of his flesh- likely his wakizashi handle. "Bitch...! Took my coat, and forced me down Hopp's throat! Sorry Hoppee! ACK! What the fuck?!" She suddenly spat, feeling something cold rushing past her thong clad ass cheeks, the smell of pears replaced with alcohol as amber fluid, half a keg from the looks of it- swished around her leather clad form. "Ohhhh... I am so gonna squish that spi-!" she paused, feeling something wriggling between her breasts, realizing the faint, pink glow below her.



She blinked at the small figure, then recognized her as well. "...Lyca? What the hell is this, a GFL reunion...? Seriously, I thought I was the only one who attended this joint..." she says with a heavy sigh, before shaking her slimy head. "Not that I want to BE here! Damn that mischievous Oni!! I'm gonna teleport her somewhere worse once my powers come back!! UGGGH!!" She grumbled, before hiccuping. "Uggh... woozy still from all that Shadowbanish wine... damn bitch... played me well!!" She grumbled, wiggling intensely in the glow of the pixie!

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Outside, poor Hoppee's stomach was alive with movement as the curled up leather clad assassin kicked and wiggled, bulging out here and there with her facial features visible at times, her pretty face contorted to a look of rage as she 'thought' she stared at Yura a few times- but was only yelling faint obscenities at the wall and decorations- her sexy silhouette illuminated by Lyca's glow as poor Hoppee's stomach grumbled and groaned with such strain...

The pixie blinked at Swan's mention of 'attendance of this joint' and then leaned back into the woman's soft, supple cleavage with her hands behind her head, enjoying the sensation of warmth that was only second to clothing out of a dryer- but equally as fresh scented- whatever Swan used for perfume, she wanted it! "Ohhh, for a moment I thought you meant Hopps' tum-tum. First time for me too-" she pointed over to the tattoo, illuminating it with her magic. "But seems the true bird brain was here first, that crazy sniper would probably have a field day should she ever find out about us being in her quote'en'quote: 'Room'." Replied the Lilliputian only slightly befuddled betwixt a pair most soft and sumptuous- at least in regards to how a tattoo was made in such an environment in the first place- second to how Swan would be ever able to exit- being a 5'9 giantess to her- which was funny given she mentioned Yura who was the same height- and she too when she chose a human form would be close to 5'9 if not at... she wasn't going to go 'big' anytime soon- lest there be less room for them both, and poor Hopps would get a hell of a workout trying to get through doors.

She crossed her legs and tapped her slimy boots as she got comfortable in Swan's tight cleavage. "So Yura is the one who jumped Hopps... makes sense~" She hummed, and noticed some ale dripping off one of Swan's black bangs, and reached up and squeezed a trickle of ale into her open mouth. "Mmm, you taste good Swan! Especially beer battered!" She half teased- had their roles been reversed, she'd likely devour poor Swan whole! Still, she wasn't in the mood- yet- to eat her friend to survive the underbelly of a Frogurai belly- yet.

"You might wanna teleport yourself out before you digest- the way you taste? I'll be surprised anyone would spit you out willingly! Not to sound weird or foreshadow ironic events, but i'd eat you too~" Lyca purred, revealing her intentions should it come to survival or boredom- she got hungry when she was bored.

She glared down at the rather comfy pixie. "...If I had my left arm, I'd know where to cram you, Lyca..." she grumbled, before looking at the little creature lick her lips as she smiled up at her- reclining between her jiggly boobs as more alcohol poured down on them. She was in an awkward prostrate position- with her cheeky ass:



"...you know, I don't recall Hopps 'eating' much... and stop looking at me like that Lyca! I'm starting to get worried about you-" she began as the alcohol pours down and around her exposed back, around her neck and shoulders, down her sumptuous curves- pooling around, under and between her breasts where the crimson haired pixie lay.



"...ughhh." She groaned, the alcohol in her system already almost felt drawn out of her yet she still couldn't perform any of her Teronian abilities. Gods, she tried to send Yura into somewhere just as tight and slimy but she could still hear her voice and felt her hit her head when she stretched her back! "Ow! Damn it!" She spat, and glared back down at Lyca. "I would love to get out of here- problem is... my, errr... powers are kinda 'turned off' at the moment..." she began as the stomach grumbled. Great... I'm gonna digest inside Hopps....! She thought darkly, before continuing: "Shadowbanish wine is very...very hard stuff- its rare too. Its the only alcohol strong enough to actually dull a Teronian's senses and it temporarily blocks our connection with Sirius... or so I'm told..." She moaned, feeling the compact belly squish around her pallid, slimy frame. "So till I sober up? I'm stuck." She explained as more ale was guzzled, and the stomach began rumbling again! "Ughhh! What the hell is she doing now?!" She screamed, trying tor arch her back and crane her neck back to look at what was happening through the thin, stretchy veil of flesh.

Ahhhhhyyyyeeeee  ffeeeerrrlllss bbllloottttiitttt

He was bit wobbly on his butt, seated what would under normal circumstances would be comfortably with a woman latched on to him. But for once in his life, he was having trouble seeing.  And everything was getting blurry and fuzzy, and not in the cuddly monster wants to devour you, kind of way he was accustomed to.

Hoppee the Frogurai was getting very, very unnaturally drunk.  Now you might be thinking well duh, he just downed enough alcohol to kill a dwarf, and I mean an oversized giant of a dwarf…

Side note, does a giant dwarf just actually qualify as a hard to inebriated human?

Anyway poor Sir Hopps, was getting shit faced, and he had no idea what was happening to him; for you see a Frogurai cannot get drunk!  No, It’s supposed to be physically impossible for one of his kind to get drunk on alcohol like this unless they are imperfect, defective, broken from the spawning pond.  Eww gross I just pictured how he was conceived.  Just imagined one Jabba the Hutt mounting another from behind frolicking all around such a dirty slimy pond making a whole lot of tadpoles.  Gross, I mean it’s so vile even google doesn’t have it.

Anyway back to the Hoppee one, he was wasted, hammer, intoxicated, and that in and of itself was and still is impossible for as I explained only one vile gouge your eyes out picture in your head ago, Frogurai can’t get drunk on alcohol.  Which leaves only one obvious conclusion.





And like that Hoppes tongue reflexively swallows the insect within its reach swallowing a third woman whole to the sheer terror of the people in the bar.

EURAAA,,  DDIIEEE  EEAAAR  SSWWAANNN, LLLIIICCCKKKKAAA… OOoppppeeee  EEYEYEEEZZZZAAA  MMAAAGGGINNNNAA TTTINNNGSSS.  OOOhhh CCCRRRROOOOOUUUUCCHHH!!

Hoppee slurs in a state of drunkenness that he will not remember as he eyes the couch off to the side in the dark that Swan had been on only a few moments before.  He pushes up off the bar stool, wobbling on his feet as he looks down at his ridiculously over stuffed body.

WWWAAAEEERRR MEEELLLLOOOOON... hehehehehehe hehehe hehe  WWWAAAEEERRR MEEELLLLOOOOON...








Wobbling away to the side he flops down nice and hard on the soft couch as he begins to drift off to sleep with a belly full of women.  And it just goes to say folks that you should never get Hoppee drunk assuming you can guess what got him drunk in the first place, but no no that's not what I was going to end this with as Hoppee begins to snore well stuff by women... err with women.  

I was going to say it just goes to say folks that birds of a feather get swallowed together!

"Starting to worry about me? Swan, I like ya, but I have to think about number one here if I wanna still be the best tongue rider in all the land~" She slurred, half drunk off the alcohol fumes. She continued to relax, in spite of it all as the one armed human slipped around onto her back and began kicking up at what she assumed was Yura leaning on Hopps' stomach. "You know, I don't think your hitting her..." She yawned. Suddenly the stomach began to rumble intensely again! "Huh?" The small fairy blinked up at the ceiling and then giggled. "Hehehe, I think we're getting company~" She cooed. "Two room mates? Lucky me!"

Lyca Licorice wrote:"Starting to worry about me? Swan, I like ya, but I have to think about number one here if I wanna still be the best tongue rider in all the land~" She slurred, half drunk off the alcohol fumes. She continued to relax, in spite of it all as the one armed human slipped around onto her back and began kicking up at what she assumed was Yura leaning on Hopps' stomach.

"Licorice... you're not helping." She struggled, groaning as she ended up spreading her thick thighs, now laying on her back in the blue lined stomach, facing up at the ceiling, with her high heeled boots depressing the blue, slimy flesh of her friend's stomach lining:



All the while, Lyca was snugly between her tits and alcohol kept filling past her hips. She kicked up at an indentation in the flesh, hearing Yura giggle when it happened.  

Lyca Licorice wrote:"You know, I don't think your hitting her..." She yawned.

Swan paused... and looked down at her cleavage. "Shut. Up. Lyca." She said in a half slurred, annoyed tone herself. Damn it... my powers are still not working. I shouldn't have drank all that Shadowbanish Wine... She mentally grumbled, as the fleshy chamber began to rumble!

Lyca Licorice wrote:Suddenly the stomach began to rumble intensely again! "Huh?" The small fairy blinked up at the ceiling and then giggled. "Hehehe, I think we're getting company~" She cooed. "Two room mates? Lucky me!"

Swan looked up at the stomach's sphincter, then down at Lyca. "What do you mean another 'room mate'?!" She spat in a mix of annoyance and worry, her crimson glowing eyes glaring back up at the entrance into the stomach...!

Crisis Rocan wrote:



Ahhhhhyyyyeeeee  ffeeeerrrlllss bbllloottttiitttt

He was bit wobbly on his butt, seated what would under normal circumstances would be comfortably with a woman latched on to him. But for once in his life, he was having trouble seeing.  And everything was getting blurry and fuzzy, and not in the cuddly monster wants to devour you, kind of way he was accustomed to.

Hoppee the Frogurai was getting very, very unnaturally drunk.  Now you might be thinking well duh, he just downed enough alcohol to kill a dwarf, and I mean an oversized giant of a dwarf…

Side note, does a giant dwarf just actually qualify as a hard to inebriated human?

Anyway poor Sir Hopps, was getting shit faced, and he had no idea what was happening to him; for you see a Frogurai cannot get drunk!  No, It’s supposed to be physically impossible for one of his kind to get drunk on alcohol like this unless they are imperfect, defective, broken from the spawning pond.  Eww gross I just pictured how he was conceived.  Just imagined one Jabba the Hutt mounting another from behind frolicking all around such a dirty slimy pond making a whole lot of tadpoles.  Gross, I mean it’s so vile even google doesn’t have it.

Anyway back to the Hoppee one, he was wasted, hammer, intoxicated, and that in and of itself was and still is impossible for as I explained only one vile gouge your eyes out picture in your head ago, Frogurai can’t get drunk on alcohol.  Which leaves only one obvious conclusion.





And like that Hoppes tongue reflexively swallows the insect within its reach swallowing a third woman whole to the sheer terror of the people in the bar.

EURAAA,,  DDIIEEE  EEAAAR  SSWWAANNN, LLLIIICCCKKKKAAA… OOoppppeeee  EEYEYEEEZZZZAAA  MMAAAGGGINNNNAA TTTINNNGSSS.  OOOhhh CCCRRRROOOOOUUUUCCHHH!!

Hoppee slurs in a state of drunkenness that he will not remember as he eyes the couch off to the side in the dark that Swan had been on only a few moments before.  He pushes up off the bar stool, wobbling on his feet as he looks down at his ridiculously over stuffed body.

WWWAAAEEERRR MEEELLLLOOOOON... hehehehehehe hehehe hehe  WWWAAAEEERRR MEEELLLLOOOOON...








Wobbling away to the side he flops down nice and hard on the soft couch as he begins to drift off to sleep with a belly full of women.  And it just goes to say folks that you should never get Hoppee drunk assuming you can guess what got him drunk in the first place, but no no that's not what I was going to end this with as Hoppee begins to snore well stuffed by women... err with women.  

I was going to say it just goes to say folks: that birds of a feather get swallowed together!

Yura blinked curiously at Hoppee's slurred speech. Wait, is he really drunk...? Huh, odd... maybe the spirits here are more high in content than I previously thought- she thought to herself, only able to make out 'I feel' from his first line of speech.

"Sounds like you need another round!" She giggled, spinning in place, pulling wires and another keg of ale from the bar, causing the barman to swing above the bar.



Her lithe, ample body jiggled and bounced as she positioned the keg beside them, and turned to the oddly glossy eyes of the frogruari. "Say... there's something I wanna ask of ya~" She purred, leaning on his chest with her elbows propping her chin. "I've got this job with a mad scientist type, looking for easy suckers to pull in- forgettable types, wanna help me find some volunteers?" She asked batting her long, dark lashes.

He slowly looked at her... and ribbited? She blinked at that, leaning back, breasts bouncing in her surprise. He rarely croaked to her knowledge- well, that much as she could recall. Whilst lost in the confusion, the Frogruai made a 'blech' sound whilst shooting out his long, sticky tongue!



Somewhat alarmed, Yura glanced down as the pink tongue coiled around her shoulders, deftly sliding under Swan's overcoat, around her biceps and across her jiggle bosom- sliding underneath the gelatinous pair! "Huh?" She blinked at the frog:



Is he...? She thought, before feeling her entire body reeled towards his mouth!:



...he is! <3 Yura blushed as her head was pulled towards Hoppee's wide, pink open mouth! The back flap of her micro kimono folded across the small of her back as she was pulled into his mouth, her naked rear visible to all as Swan's jacket slid off her body, draping the Frogruai's engorged belly as the woman made soft moans of pleasure and excitement! She kicked her shapely naked legs in a playful, scissor like manner as she was forced into a tight, humid throat!

The pleasure of being swallowed was short lived, as his throat muscles relaxed, stretching to accommodate her 5'9 body far more easily than it had with Swan- given she force fed him the poor girl in her moment of yandere love~

"Mmmphhhhhhhmmmmmmphhh....! <3" Yura's moan of pleasure dipped and became steadily silent as her bare ass and neathers slipped down his gullet, followed by those sumptous long, sexy legs. Her feet pedalling before he closed his mouth, his lids becoming white when the film rolled over his eyes and he-



His throat bulged out with Yura's curvy hips, her body vanishing like a droplet of water, a teardrop that descended downwards, before joining the rest of the girls in his truly, bloated belly!

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Inside, Yura descends not into darkness, but glowing pink light as the sphincter opens pushing and depositing her lithe body up against Swan! She is originally being spooned inadvertently by the cramped assassin, before she turns and twists her body about the bouncy, slimy interior. Her large breasts dock with Swan's, and sandwiches Lyca between them! She blinked down at the pixie and chuckled. "Well, fancy meeting you here as well Lyca---ah woaah!" She gasped, conking heads with Swan, but still fine due to her physiology being slightly different for the human below her. The entire, ballooning stomach swayed about as the three women were jostled about the tight confines, their body's sliding about alcohol which sloshed their clothes and rolled down their flesh. She looked down, haughtily at Swan, jerking her head to the side, flipping her short dark green bangs back as she glared down at the glowing eyed woman pinned beneath her. "Seems like Hoppee needed a little more meat~ Or something far sweeter and leaner than you, ho ho ho~" She taunted, squishing poor Lyca between her and Swan's breasts!

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Groooooooooooooooooooooooooan...!! Came a low, warbling groan- it was either satiation or growing disgust- but it came from the tiny frog samurai's wiggling paunch- a faint glow showing off both the lovely women trapped within, and the third- which was glowing pink orb between both of the attractive ladies~

The Fuschia, Straw Hat, Happy Trail, Jumpin' Jive Frogurai- Hoppee Tale's oversized belly bounced with internal strife as he waddled, all 4' tall of him, over to a nearby seat. He was well over 34.0194 kilograms now...! With his 'companions' sloshing about inside the now increasingly drunken frog warrior, who laid down in the dark part of the bar Swan had been sleeping prior to her... well, entrance in various ways!

Swan's coat still clung over part of Sir Hopps' belly, something he may or may not have noticed as he waddled into the dark corner of the room and started talking about 'Watermelon'.

Lyca pointed at the descending, slimy yokai woman entering the cramped space with them. "Her!" Commented Lyca to Swan gleefully, pointing up whilst relaxed and with her eyes closed as Yura's back slammed into Swan's chest- which meant squishing the pixie between them! "Ommmmph!!" came her muffled cry as she sank in between Swan's warm, springy DD's to avoid being flattened! However, as Yura switched positions, facing them, her large breasts docking with Swans; their breasts squishing and flattening against one another! Thats not all which was flattened! So had the tiny, glowing pixie between their glowing cleavage! Lyca felt like she had just become the fly, after the latter became intimate with the wrong end of a flyswatter!

"HRRRMMMPPPPH MRRRFFFF!!" Squirmed, the screaming tiny pixie!

Whilst the pair's...pairs were squishy and rubbing against one another in a lewd manner- with the fiery red head between them, the entire belly moved and jostled about with her stuck between the womanwich! Or would it be shortcake? Anyway, once Hoppee apparently came to a stop, the woman shifted enough for her to pop out between their boobs! "Phewww! If I really had to breathe, I'd have been in trouble there!" She giggled squirmed between plush, silky warmth- even if it was a tad slimy thanks to the situation!

Then, after a few moments, she wiggled herself up between the women- who looked ready to fight! "Ladies! It's been so long! How's the assassin business... er, the both of you?" Lyca began, trying to put some ease between both assassins, to make light of their current predicament; not that she had to worry much at all- she was practically immune to the effects of digestion! She didn't need air, her body was highly resilient to stomach acids, and she could ride the storm till she was released or granted a 'full tour' and she was more amused by the pair of assassins- one yokai, the other mortal despite her Teronian bloodline!

Lyca Licorice wrote:Lyca pointed at the descending, slimy yokai woman entering the cramped space with them. "Her!" Commented Lyca to Swan gleefully, pointing up whilst relaxed and with her eyes closed as Yura's back slammed into Swan's chest- which meant squishing the pixie between them!

Swan blinked at the tiny hand, pointing at the large mass of darkness sliding into the slimy blue interior of Hoppee's stomach with them! "

"Ouch!" complained swan as the tall woman slammed the back of her head against her, her back slamming into her chest as well- pushing her curvy form slightly through the thin veil of fuchsia flesh outside!

Yura wrote:
Inside, Yura descends not into darkness, but glowing pink light as the sphincter opens pushing and depositing her lithe body up against Swan! She is originally being spooned inadvertently by the cramped assassin, before she turns and twists her body about the bouncy, slimy interior. Her large breasts dock with Swan's, and sandwiches Lyca between them! She blinked down at the pixie and chuckled. "Well, fancy meeting you here as well Lyca---ah woaah!" She gasped, conking heads with Swan, but still fine due to her physiology being slightly different for the human below her. The entire, ballooning stomach swayed about as the three women were jostled about the tight confines, their body's sliding about alcohol which sloshed their clothes and rolled down their flesh. She looked down, haughtily at Swan, jerking her head to the side, flipping her short dark green bangs back as she glared down at the glowing eyed woman pinned beneath her. "Seems like Hoppee needed a little more meat~ Or something far sweeter and leaner than you, ho ho ho~" She taunted, squishing poor Lyca between her and Swan's breasts!

Once she recovered, Swan unfortunately felt her head striking Yura's again! "Ow!! Stop-stop that!!" She spat, raising her left arm instinctively despite having lost the arm five years prior! Her stump where the elbow joint was struck nothing as she had instinctively tried to left hook the Oni! Her dark brows twitched with anger as Yura taunted her with being a better entree than her?! "You think I care about any of that you crazy bitch?! You made Hopps eat me you psycho!!" She shrieked in anger at the demoness, her eyes glowing like dying embers! She still had her Kukri mounted on her back, and when she went to grab it- remembered that she was in Hoppee's stomach- and despite being cramped- chest-to-chest with this bimbo inside him, and very much did not wanting to be digested by her ally, slowly let the blade remain in its sheathe. Shit... if I try anything here, I could harm Hopps! He's a cool dude, all things considering. Its this bitch's fault! She's always gotta pull something crazy like this!! She internally grumbled.

"You want to be Hoppee's happy meal go right ahead! But thanks to you, I'm stuck -hic! Inside-hic-him! Stuck inside him till I sober up!!" She screamed, flustered, reaching up and choking Yura with her good- er, only hand! She throttled the woman as they squirmed and bickered, ignoring the pixie between them, as Yura turned Swan around in their rumble in the confined, slimy space- Yura pushing Swan's head and body right through a thin layer of Hoppee's stomach lining- which inadvertently made Swan (and Lyca) visible outside!:



Her curvaceous form and the squished pixie between her cleavage as well as her left arm's stump became visible through the fuchsia frogman's flesh! This sank back into the spherical obscurity once more as his stomach bounced with rough movement again, as both 5'9 women grappled each other in the slimy insides of the unfortunate, drunken, frogruai! Their bulging movement caused the table which still had Swan's half bottle of Shadowbanish wine and her glass, tip over!

"Grrr....! Don't bunch me up with your sick perverted fantasies Yur-!!" Swan began before she turned her head around and was struck in the back of her neck by Yura's arm!

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"Huh? What? Yura...? Lyca? Where am I?!" Called out Swan as she swiveled in the darkness, her crimson eyes making things hard to pick up- which was odd!

"Seriously Fionne? I mean, I enjoy Shadowbanish wine as much as the next Teronian," began a familiar voice, to which Swan turned and faced the woman in the darkness:



"but you've heard of 'moderation' haven't you?" finished Crowe, who had her arms crossed, her brow raised- her crimson glowing eyes staring intently at her descendant with an annoyed expression as the formation of an old 'inn' began to materialize in Swan's mindscape.



She blinked. "Crowe? Wait... that must mean-?"

"-she clocked you. Yeah, she's a bit of a bitch, that Yura. Met her a couple times in my time if you recall as well. She doesn't change. You neither it seems, you let her bind you when you were weak. You shouldn't have taunted her in your state you damned idiot!" Chastised Crowe.

"Ouch... a little harsh there Master Grandma..." Swan sighs.

"Again, don't call me that..."

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"Ughh...." moaned Swan as she slid up against the belly with Yura clinging to the woman's back! She was temporarily out cold, but she'd wake up in another moment or two..!

Step 3...

[from here]

No... Step thirty three dash A Clause 2 (33-A2).... if you enter the location of your intended target, and that location so happens to be a bar, and the bar man is hanging from the ceiling like a pinata... Jackson Zakz said to himself as he looked up, his aviators reflecting the said barman hanging- seemingly by invisible strands of hair like thread. ...get ready for a fiesta.

He kept his cool however, because that was step 3-

No matter the situation, always remain cool and collected during the operation. You show your enemy you've lost control of it, they'll win- even if you kill the target. They'll spread rumors about you in the afterlife worse than those schoolboys who saw you awkwardly try to ask Susan Pallzette to dance at the school dance but instead shat yourself. They'll spread like a fire, you can't be seen by your friends and other assassins. You'll end up having to burn it down, with them inside, and then you'll end up sleeping with your cousin 'Merril'! Ughh... the backne!! No as mandated by step 5, you must always look like everything went according to plan, even if your shit faced or shit pants...pant...shit your pants? Yeah, we'll go with that one.

Zakz simply stares at the man who seems to respect the sunglasses game, despite his precarious situation, and he nods silently. He then hears a groan to his right and he slowly cranes his head over to see a pink frog laying in the shadows.

I heard of people saying 'they see pink elephants' after drinking, but I'm seeing pink frogs? Considering step 4- 'you don't drink before or while on the job unless its part of the mission's parameters', I knew I couldn't be drunk. This guy's like... all of 4' nothing, but the stomach on him was immense! He was groaning too...

Zakz made his way to the bar, and grabbed a bottle of bubble soda and grape juice, before leaving money for the entire bottles he took.

Step 33-A1, always tip your bartender even if he's hanging from the ceiling- they're a working man or woman, or thing- they gotta make money too. I may be a criminal, but I ain't gonna let some sap slaving themselves to horrible people every day think less of me! I've got principals... unless it becomes a Step 33-B1- in which case fuck'em and rob them blind- asshat. He continues to narrate in his mind, before walking over to the frogman in the corner, setting the bottles on the surface that shook about.

"I've been there, buddy." he says in a low tone. "First, you've got your whole life plan in your head- a wife, a kid, picket fence, then you realized you were sent to prison and rooming with a man with a tattoo of 'Moe' on his forehead, but his name is Frankaford Leroy Mizfitgivens the Third... then, you go and eat yourself crazy at the nearest join that sells all you can eat, and well... you find your the fat girl no one wants to dance with at the big dance and you shit your pants." he says, as he began mixing a remedy for a sore stomach. "Here, guzzle this. It'll help ya digest, pal." he say, glancing over with a smirk.

Personal Step #5- off the record- to being a great Assassin for the Archie McGraw Mob? Help those that remind you of your sad, pathetic life to make you feel better that all the years of killing people for Archie McGraw was worth it all. But fuck Susan Pallzete. And that one guy with the snaggle tooth. Fuck forgot his name, killed him 38 years ago...? Maybe? Shit, when was my birthday again...? Eh.

Ashe entered the club, ushered by Eleanne. "..." Ashe gasped, feeling the push of the taller dark haired woman as the pair entered at last.



The slender young woman pulled up her tattered scarf, covering her face as she found herself feeling exposed. Her single, crimson eye glanced about like a glowing garnet orb in the dimness. "S-S-S-Swan," she stuttered, as she turned the corner where Swan had been, but now was missing. "-huh? Wh-where...?" Ashe blinked, and then saw the hanging barman by what looked like Yura's hair. "O-oh...bother. L-looks, like she's r-ran into Y-Yura..." She sighed. Swan was teaching her some of the Teronian abilities she inherited from her father, but hadn't mastered the basic of techniques yet, so had to make it up with some personal abilities like her dagger duplication ability as opposed to making copies via shadow. It was slightly weaker than the shadow variant, and heavier, but she managed to figure out how to infuse shadows around her blades, allowing them to phase through gaps as well.

She then turned, and saw Hoppee at a table with a weird man. "H-hey... its H-Hop-p-p-p-" she winced, "Hopps." The woman... still had some speaking issues, stuttering usually. According to her doctors it was trauma induced, after watching the death of her father. It would hopefully go away in time.

She walked up to the frogman, and saw his stomach was unusually bloated...! "W-w-what hap-happened to your-?!" She gasped, amazed by its swollen girth!

Ashe Blackfallow wrote:Ashe entered the club, ushered by Eleanne. "..." Ashe gasped, feeling the push of the taller dark haired woman as the pair entered at last.



The slender young woman pulled up her tattered scarf, covering her face as she found herself feeling exposed. Her single, crimson eye glanced about like a glowing garnet orb in the dimness. "S-S-S-Swan," she stuttered, as she turned the corner where Swan had been, but now was missing. "-huh? Wh-where...?" Ashe blinked, and then saw the hanging barman by what looked like Yura's hair. "O-oh...bother. L-looks, like she's r-ran into Y-Yura..." She sighed. Swan was teaching her some of the Teronian abilities she inherited from her father, but hadn't mastered the basic of techniques yet, so had to make it up with some personal abilities like her dagger duplication ability as opposed to making copies via shadow. It was slightly weaker than the shadow variant, and heavier, but she managed to figure out how to infuse shadows around her blades, allowing them to phase through gaps as well.

She then turned, and saw Hoppee at a table with a weird man. "H-hey... its H-Hop-p-p-p-" she winced, "Hopps." The woman... still had some speaking issues, stuttering usually. According to her doctors it was trauma induced, after watching the death of her father. It would hopefully go away in time.

She walked up to the frogman, and saw his stomach was unusually bloated...! "W-w-what hap-happened to your-?!" She gasped, amazed by its swollen girth!

Raielyn the Silver Reaver Eleanne walked behind Ashe as she stumbled with her words. Better than the tall, dark and seductive Eleanne, who hardly said a thing. However, the amusing state of Hoppee made her plush ebony lips break into a grin, her eyes heavy lidded as she said: "Looks like Swan attempted to Feniran kiss a frog Ashe... I'd keep myself a step or two back, in case he decides to hurl her back up~" She giggled, placing a hand on Ashe's shoulder.



Eleanne was a tall woman, with long dark hair, crimson red eyes and a distinct taste of clothing, her top hat most of all. Currently, she wasn't wearing her 'extra gear' so she resembled a dominatrix at the current, save she used a scythe instead of a cat o'nine tails. She tipped her hat to Hoppee, who didn't seem well at all, definitely not himself. She turned to the man beside him and said: "The Fuscian one is with us. I'll save you time from the stuttering one beside me, but we were looking for him and our other colleagues in the area."

Eyes bulging, but the Frogurai was not awake. For all intents and purposes he was passed out drunk moaning between the snores. Now it's a known fact that Frog Man do not get drunk on alcohol. Well except for that one Frog Man, the Legend. Why the Legend you ask? Well because he got drunk on Alcohol.

You see it's a very closely guarded secret in the Frog Man community, that Frog Men can in fact get drunk. But it's different for each and every Frog Man. Take Hoppee Tale for instance, It turns out. He gets drunk by swallow women! And boy oh boy is he shit faced right now. Passed out drunk, he is. Passed out eyes wide open drunk he is. But...


That's not actually a good thing. Hoppee Tale, is a master of Sleepy Time. More uncommonly known as Drunken Froguraikido, or in local slang Drunken Frog Martial Arts. And when he's riding the catatonic Chu Chu train, and drunk, he mindlessly brawls with everyone and everything in sight.

His tongue shot out quick as lightning for man with the ridiculous assumption of his current situation, whipping his long tongue around his arms and body to restrain him, while his body half rolled off the couch, half hopped to his feet planting one foot down as he made a quick swift kicking motion with his other foot. A jet of air shooting up pasted the recently arrive man. The resulting effect was the bar man crashing to the floor as Hoppe turned his head toward the sound with glazed over eyes, completely oblivious to everything.

Raielyn Eleanne wrote:

Ashe Blackfallow wrote:Ashe entered the club, ushered by Eleanne. "..." Ashe gasped, feeling the push of the taller dark haired woman as the pair entered at last.



The slender young woman pulled up her tattered scarf, covering her face as she found herself feeling exposed. Her single, crimson eye glanced about like a glowing garnet orb in the dimness. "S-S-S-Swan," she stuttered, as she turned the corner where Swan had been, but now was missing. "-huh? Wh-where...?" Ashe blinked, and then saw the hanging barman by what looked like Yura's hair. "O-oh...bother. L-looks, like she's r-ran into Y-Yura..." She sighed. Swan was teaching her some of the Teronian abilities she inherited from her father, but hadn't mastered the basic of techniques yet, so had to make it up with some personal abilities like her dagger duplication ability as opposed to making copies via shadow. It was slightly weaker than the shadow variant, and heavier, but she managed to figure out how to infuse shadows around her blades, allowing them to phase through gaps as well.

She then turned, and saw Hoppee at a table with a weird man. "H-hey... its H-Hop-p-p-p-" she winced, "Hopps." The woman... still had some speaking issues, stuttering usually. According to her doctors it was trauma induced, after watching the death of her father. It would hopefully go away in time.

She walked up to the frogman, and saw his stomach was unusually bloated...! "W-w-what hap-happened to your-?!" She gasped, amazed by its swollen girth!

Raielyn the Silver Reaver Eleanne walked behind Ashe as she stumbled with her words. Better than the tall, dark and seductive Eleanne, who hardly said a thing. However, the amusing state of Hoppee made her plush ebony lips break into a grin, her eyes heavy lidded as she said: "Looks like Swan attempted to Feniran kiss a frog Ashe... I'd keep myself a step or two back, in case he decides to hurl her back up~" She giggled, placing a hand on Ashe's shoulder.



Eleanne was a tall woman, with long dark hair, crimson red eyes and a distinct taste of clothing, her top hat most of all. Currently, she wasn't wearing her 'extra gear' so she resembled a dominatrix at the current, save she used a scythe instead of a cat o'nine tails. She tipped her hat to Hoppee, who didn't seem well at all, definitely not himself. She turned to the man beside him and said: "The Fuscian one is with us. I'll save you time from the stuttering one beside me, but we were looking for him and our other colleagues in the area."  

Ashe glanced over to the dark haired Eleanne. "W-what?! Y-you m-m-mean, he-he ate them?!" gasped the silver haired young woman, her single eye wide as she looked between Raielyn and Hoppee. "H-How do w-w-w-we get them out?" She stuttered.

Out the door in a leap and he was gone. A fuschia blur bouncing away into the heart of Breeland Coastal City…

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