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Also contains plot at the beginning. It will probably be skipped.=)", "writing": "VOCT 2 Round 2: Mudsoaked Mires\n\n(Title subject to change)\n\nby Renor/Jahan\n\nLillan skulked in the back of the crowd as the contestants gathered on the lowest deck, grudgingly taking the stave offered by Danny as she half-listened to skunk explaining the current situation. The grey-furred mousegirl was dimly aware that he’d mentioned her name, and why she was still here, almost visibly flinching when she was pointed out. She gave a quick nod to skunk as he wished her luck, before dropping her gaze back down to the floor, crouching as she peered through the see-through bottom of the airship.\n\nShe should, perhaps, be enjoying this trip more than she was-after all, she’d always loved the idea of airships, and here she was, riding in one towards her next battleground! But-she’d lost! A small shiver ran through her body as she remembered the end of her previous match, squirming and wriggling helplessly in Chase’s stomach as those hot, slick walls bore down on her. She blushed faintly in frustration-it was just frustration, wasn’t it? –as she dwelled upon her loss. Damnit, the only reason she was even still in this tournament was sheer chance! Luck! Would it really be satisfying if she won, knowing that? \n\n“You better not lose until I get a chance at a rematch”, the mousegirl mumbled under her breath, curling her bare toes at that thought. How would she handle him the second time? Oh, yes, the battle would depend on the terrain, but after she’d won? There were so many possibilities, so many-\n\nThe scrolling text on the floor below snapped her out of her daydream, the mousegirl resting the surface of her palm against the see-through ‘floor’, running a finger along the cool, smooth surface. So, a swamp? This could work well! The mists might keep her hidden until she was able to launch a sneak attack, unlike last time. And it should also give her ample time to explore her surroundings-after all, it would take them some time to find each other in such dense fog, wouldn’t it? The short mousegirl began to grin for the first time since she’d lost her last match, her tail ticking to and fro. Lillan’s ears flickered as the skunk delivered his final quip, the girl having missed the arctic fox’s entire speech. “Mm? Ah, I hope none of that was impor-AAAAAGGGH!”\n\nLillan squealed in surprise as the floor suddenly dropped beneath her, sending her plummeting face first towards the ground below. Instinctively, she spread her arms and legs wide, her black shirt and beige cargo shorts ruffling and flapping in the ‘wind’ as she plunged towards the waiting swamp. Panic and terror welled up within her as she fell, her heart going into overdrive. Heights.. or rather, falls, were not something she enjoyed. Not when she couldn’t fly under her own power! Resisting the urge to squeeze her eyes shut, the mousegirl darted her eyes noticing that everyone else seemed to be falling, too-perhaps this was planned, then? Trying desperately to push her panic to the bottom of her stomach, Lillan tried to get a quick survey of the rapidly approaching swamp. Unfortunately, the swirling, thick fog made it impossible to make out any details about the swamp below-not that there was much time to look regardless. As the ground loomed closer and closer in her vision, she could feel her panic returning, squeezing her eyes shut in an attempt to will the ground away from her-\n\n*Fwomp*\n\nFor a moment, there was a strange sensation of weightlessness, the roaring wind vanishing entirely. And then, gravity reasserted itself, the mousegirl landing belly-first on a damp, muddy trail, the underside of her chin landing somewhat painfully on a gnarled root. She simply lay there for a few moments, her chest heaving, her tail quivering, as the panic and terror slowly faded away again. Slowly, Lillan let her eyes slide open again as she pushed herself back onto her feet, toes squelching into the damp earth, the path blissfully free of any thick, sucking mud. Unconsciously adjusting her rectangular, black-framed glasses with one hand, she crouched down to pick up her dropped walking stick she’d been given-no point in using her own until she needed to, right? As she stood back up, she took her first, full-bodied breath since ‘landing’, her nose wrinkling in displeasure. “Oh man, and I thought the last battlefield smelled bad. Where the hell am I, anyways?”\n\nThe mousegirl turned about in an attempt to get her bearings, her brow furrowing in mild confusion. By some strange stroke of luck, she’d managed to land on one of the more solid paths within the swamp, the ground sturdy, if damp, beneath her paws. Taking a few steps in one direction, she found the path suddenly terminated, ending in a deep, stagnant pool with bits of algae and dead leaves clustering on the surface.\n\n A few cursory prods confirmed that, yes, it was, indeed water, although it had \n\nbeen rather obvious just from looking at it. She paused there at the water’s edge for a few moments, before glancing back over her shoulder at the path, turning around to face it. “Well.. as I don’t feel like taking a swim just yet-guess there’s only one way to go. Sure, she could perhaps use her abilities to walk on the surface of the water-not that she’d thought to try that before-but that would waste energy. She’d been fortunate enough to land on a stable path-why not see where it led? \n\nCautiously, the mouse began to pick her way along the path, prodding at the earth ahead of her with her stick-getting sucked down into a peat bog before even meeting her opponent would be a far more humiliating method of defeat then just being bested and digested. Small droplets of water began to collect on her glasses, blue hair, and fur as she moved through the thick, swirling mists, forcing her to occasionally stop and attempt to find a dry swath of clothing or fur to wipe her lenses on. \n\nIt was difficult to gauge just how long she’d been walking-the swirling mists made it hard to see any distant landmarks by which she might gauge just how far she’d gone. As time wore on, the Lillan’s thoughts drifted away from the path before her, pondering battle strategies for the upcoming fight. Something else, too, was tickling at the back of her brain. This path.. something was wrong with it. Not once had she run into a mud pool or even an upturned tree root, nor a single twist or turn. In fact, there hadn’t been any vegetation at all. No trees lining the path, no reeds in the water on either side of her, no grass, no nothing. As these thoughts bubbled to the surface, the mouse paused in her tracks, turning around to look at the way she’d came-\n\nAnd found a pool of stagnant, stinking water, just like she had at the beginning of the trail. The hair on the back of her neck stood up on end as she backed away from the sudden termination of the path, swallowing nervously. Maybe she’d turned without realizing it? No. The trail ended here, quite abruptly. Just a few feet from where she was standing..\n\n Okay, this was creepy as hell, and yes, it was like the swamp was leading her somewhere, but.. I mean, this was all just a game, right? So sure, it was weird and odd, but it was probably something that had been programmed in, or a minor bug. Yes. That had to be it. Taking a deep breath (and trying to silence her screaming instincts), Lillan turned away from the water, and started moving down the path once more. No sooner had she gone three steps when the mists seemed to part and thin, the trail widening out into a into a large circular island. Massive, jet-black stones ringed the earthen landing, half sunk into the moist earth. The massive obelisks all seemed to taper down towards their ends, like some sort of a massive half-oval-or perhaps dozens of stone fingers, jutting from the earth. Their ends didn’t all point upwards-many seemed to have shifted and slanted sideways, perhaps sinking and shifting into the ground as the ages wore on, but their bases all still lay upon a perfect circle.\n\nLillan’s curiosity overwhelmed her nervousness as she scurried towards one of the stones, crouching next to it running her hand along it. The polished, smooth surface felt strangely warm under her soft fingers, free of any sort of moss or muck, or even carvings. Just a smooth, glass-like surface, almost impossibly so. “This is really weird..” She mumbled softly to herself, taking a small step backwards from the rock. “They look ancient, and that’s one explanation for why they’re so smooth. But.. I mean, even if this expansion is ‘new’, you’d think they’d add moss and stuff to it, if they wanted it to be ‘old’..” Maybe some NPC is set to maintain them? That would be something to figure out later. \n\nSlowly, Lillan made her way back to the center of that circle, idly poking at the ground there with her toe as she wondered what on earth the purpose of this circle was, her mind drifting away from the fight. This was clearly here for a reason- a worship site for a cult? The top of some ancient ruin whose entrance would need to be excavated? The mousegirl chewed on her lower lip as she mulled over possible solutions to the mystery, rubbing at her temple. “Nff! Damnit, there’s no clues! Maybe I should just come back here with a shovel? Or try to get a look at it from above?” As that last thought crossed Lillan’s mind, her head tilted backwards, looking skywards.\n\n\t“Oh. Holy shit.”\n\n\t\n\nThe obelisks towered above her, and from her vantage point at the circle’s center she could see that the way the obelisks had been slanted, tilted.. it wasn’t because they’d sunk into the earth over time. No, they were supposed to be tipped and slanted like that. For now, with the mists thinner here, each tip pointed to a single feature, framing it with black, pointing fingers as it hung motionless in the sky.\n\nIt was that strange, empty void. She’d wondered about it, at first-what it meant, why it was there-but the tournament, and the thought of exploring these lands, had overwhelmed her to the point that she’d forgotten all about it. And now here she was, staring at distant abyss. It made her eyes water, for some reason.. something about it just felt wrong. Perhaps it was supposed to be part of the game world, then? After all, here was another object within the expansion that seemed to be referencing it. Maybe it was going to be part of some sort of future, server wide event. Some strange mystery that needed to be solved! She grinned a little at the thought of that, glancing back down at her feet to see if there were more clues beneath the ground-\n\nOnly to find they’d vanished into the earth. Squeaking in surprise, the mousegirl tried to pull her paws back out of the suddenly muddy, cloying earth, only to feel the soil tug her farther down, her own weight pulling her under-and far more rapidly than she should be. “THE HELL!?” She shouted, frustrated and confused-this wasn’t a bog, she’d CHECKED! So why was she sinking? No. Now was not the time to panic. Taking a deep breath, Lillan closed her eyes. She was a geomancer! She could make the land itself bend and alter to her desires! There was no reason to fear this bog-She could make it more fluid, more solid, even force it to disgorge her, if she but focused herself. As those calming thoughts slid over her mind, she spread the grey-furred fingers of one of her hands apart, her other hand clinging tightly to her staff as she ‘felt’ the land around her.\n\nThere was nothing there. No rock, no earth, no water. No trees or fog, wind or air. Nothing. Her magic wouldn’t work, because as far as she could tell, there was nothing to work-either her magic was malfunctioning, or there was something very, very wrong with this place.\n\n\t\n\nPanic returned in force, crashing the party with his friend sheer terror: she’d already sunk down to her waist, and it was now that she realized she couldn’t feel anything that had slipped beneath the surface. It wasn’t that it was cold, or clinging or tight-it was like there was nothing there. Lillan began to twist about in her panic as she desperately tried to keep from sinking deeper still, attempting to twist the staff she’d been given behind her head, hoping to float upon it-but it failed to move, stuck fast in the earth as it was dragged down with her. Her eyes darted wildly as she looked for something, anything, to grab onto, to scramble to, some sort of relief or salvation. And now she saw that the obelisks, and the islands edge, were moving closer to her as she sank ever deeper, the earth beginning to form a small ‘depression’ where she was, like a rubber sheet with too much weight upon it. It was almost as if she wasn’t sinking into the earth, but the ground itself was draining out through a hole beneath her, and she was caught in the current.\n\nStrange, glowing glyphs began to form on the massive stones as they drew closer to the panicked, sinking mousegirl. Shapes and symbols, even words, letters, and numbers-but Lillan was almost to terrified to even notice them, let alone take note of what they were. The strange rocks seemed to merge and overlap as her neck was engulfed by the earth, the mousegirl’s head tilted upward in a desperate attempt to keep her head above the sinking ground as long as she possibly could, her arms stretched out above her, still hoping she might find something, anything, to grab hold of. Lillan could only watch in horror as the stones slowly began to slide over her, her view of the sky dwindling to a mere pinpoint, her ears already pulled beneath the earth. As the stones ‘merged’ together atop her, the light vanished entirely, and her consciousness swiftly fading as she was hauled beneath the earth. \n\n\t\n\nA low, droning hum filled Lillan’s ears as her thoughts trickled back to her, the mouse’s eyes snapping open to an odd, blue-white glow. She found herself in.. well, it looked like a corridor. At least, she thought it was-everything was pitch black, save for strange, glowing symbols running along the walls, flowing and shifting like a stream. Or were they walls at all? This didn’t feel like a proper space.. it wasn’t that things were dark, so much that there was nothing for the light to illuminate. Slowly, Lillan pulled herself to her feet, the blackness below feeling warm and smooth-much like the strange obelisks she’d seen moments before.\n\n“Oooo-kaaay.” She mumbled, her heart still pounding in her chest. “This certainly isn’t creepy in the slightest.” Turning around in a circle, Lillan saw that the strange, light-blue glyphs, words, and symbols stretching off in either direction, out of sight, all the way to the horizon. It was mildly disorienting-it felt like she was standing between two mirrors. Turning away from the endpoints, she looked back at the wall in front of her. Nervous, but not really sure what the hell else she was supposed to be doing, Lillan reached out towards the glyphs, her hand brushing along them. They felt cold, and almost.. fluid, to the touch, rippling outwards from where she poked them. \n\nAnd as the ripples faded, she thought she saw her name flash across the surface for just an instant, before being carried ‘downstream’. Lillan. The fur on the back of her neck stood up on end as she moved away from the wall, squeaking in surprise as she bumped into the opposite wall.\n\n~Lillanmouse.~\n\nOkay, that sounded like it was coming from inside her head. The voice was.. broken, distorted, like a botched audio recording. \n\n“The hell? Who.. who’s there?” She called out to the darkness, watching as the glyphs and symbols on the wall began to change, rippling and pulsing. “If you say ‘Shodan’, I’m going to stop listening, because that joke’s been done to death.” She half-joked, trying to calm her nerves as she watched the white-blue symbols and words start to spread, rising upwards in a vertical plane, sliding down to coat the ‘floor’, and inching closer towards the mousegirl. That droning hum grew louder as the light began to move towards her from both sides of the hallway.\n\n ~Must listen. I found you. Have you.~\n\n“You ‘have’ me? I don’t belong to anyone! Seriously, what the HELL is going on?!”\n\nThe ‘voice’ seemed to grow louder, and more.. dissonant. It hurt to ‘hear’, the ‘sound’ feeling like someone was pushing at the insides of her temples. And that hum! What was this place?\n\n~Could work. Might need you. Yes. Others not enough. Mine now.~\n\n “Need me for what? I’m not.. I’m not yours! L.. leave me alone!” She squeaked, watching nervously as the glyphs grew closer to her, the mouse moving to the center of the hallway. Distracted as she was, she could occasionally glimpse a word or phrase that looked familiar. Was this.. code? Programming? Gods, she wished she’d paid attention in computer science class! That’s what this had to be, right? Some sort of hacker’s prank? She couldn’t convince herself of that, even as she tried to calm herself with that explanation. Something just felt wrong. The droning hum grew louder, and Lillan could feel her vision starting to fade, the pounding headache becoming worse still.\n\n~Lillanmine. Safe. Use you for.. AGGGH!~ The voice broke into what sounded like a pained, anguished howl, like some sort of wounded beast-a sound made all the more unsettling by the broken, distorted quality of the voice, the white-blue lettering suddenly distorting, swirling, dispersing and vanishing.\n\nAnd then, for a brief instant, she heard another, different voice. Still distorted, but clearer, less painful. It ‘spoke’ only a single word.\n\n~NO~\n\nAnd then the darkness closed in around the mousegirl again, the pain vanishing as she slipped into unconsciousness.\n\n“Sefra! She’s back! She’s back on the tracker!” shouted Russet, the skunk pointing excitedly at his monitor.\n\nThe bunny bolted upright, running over to peer at the screen. “Are you sure? What the hell happened to her?”\n\n“I don’t know! She vanished right off our tracker after the teleported. “\n\n“Well, can you figure out where she was?” Sefra asked, his brow furrowing.\n\n“As far as I can tell, she wasn’t anywhere. Just like those other four, she just.. as far as the game was concerned, she wasn’t even online. Or, at least, as far as the tracking software was concerned.”\n\n“So, she’s the only one to return after that?” Sefra drummed his fingers on the table as he leaned over Russet’s shoulder, thinking. “Well.. let’s just keep an eye on her. Let’s just keep an eye on her. If she’s responsible for anything, we don’t want to tip our hand. If she isn’t, we might still get some useful information from watching her..”\n\nHer senses and thoughts slowly returning, Lillan could feel herself resting once more upon the ground, her back gently pressed into the damp earth. Why was she here? Where WAS here? She remembered falling out of the Hidden Bird, the brief jolt of teleportation, and then.. here. Something had happened between then and now, hadn’t it? Try as she might, she couldn’t focus her thoughts on whatever had transpired. It was almost as though those memories were actively avoiding any scrutiny, like some sort of half-remembered, fading dream. Had she just hit her head after the teleport? As Lillan gradually became aware of her body once more, she could feel her racing heart returning to normal, the strange sense of tightness and dread within her stomach melting and draining away, and the wonderful feeling of a warm pair of lips pressed tightly to her own, a soft tongue sliding into her slightly open mouth..\n\nWait, what?\n\n\tThe mousegirl’s eyes snapped open in surprise and mild alarm, finding herself face-to-face with a white-furred tiger. His lips were pressed quite firmly to hers, in a deep, soulful kiss. If it wasn’t a surprise, and she’d actually known the guy, it would honestly feel quite nice-truth be told, it did anyways. Still, startled and a little embarrassed, the mousegirl tensed her arms, trying to push the amorous feline off of her. “Mmmph!” Not expecting the shove, the tiger was easily dislodged, giving Lillan time to push herself back along the ground, scooting away from her.. well, he must be her opponent, right?\n\n“Wh.. what the hell?!” Lillan stammered, wiping off her lips with her wrist. “What the hell were you doing?!” Though her fur might hide the blush on her cheeks, the insides of her ears also flushed a deep scarlet, showing her embarrassment to the world as she glared at her ‘attacker. He was at least a foot taller than she was, his muscular, white-furred, black-striped body looking rather imposing as he drew himself up to his full height.\n\n“Well, I found you unconscious.” He stated in a matter-of-fact way, as if the answer was patently obvious. He was dressed rather sparsely.. aside from an open, black-leather vest, the only other garments of note were a pair of black wool pants, and a simple scabbard, a dragon etched into the hilt of the sword. Oh, lovely. More edged melee weapons.\n\n“So you decided to take that opportunity to kiss me?!” The mousegirl hissed, standing up as well as she brushed the dirt from her beige cargo pants-at least it wouldn’t show up well on her black shirt. Not that looks really mattered at the moment. \n\n“Of course! After all that is how you’re supposed to awaken the sleeping beauty-a category you absolutely fell under. The tiger responded, grinning widely as Lillan began to blush again, the insides of her ears tinting red. “And it was an opportunity just too perfect to resist! I’m Jax, by the way. Jax Belle. It’s a pleasure to have such a lovely opponent.”\n\n“I, uh. Right. I’m Lillan. Nice to, er, meet you, too.” The mousegirl nodded back, thrown off-balance by Jax’s advances-she was prepared for trash talk. She was not prepared for flattery! And it really didn’t help that his muscular form was pretty damn attractive, to boot. And that cute little bit of pudge around his tummy- it added to it all, almost nicely contrasting that toned physique. “Not that I’m complaining, but why didn’t you just eat me when you found me unconscious? How long was I out for, anyways” She asked, taking a few steps back from her opponent, eyeing the sword hanging at his side, her tail swaying a little. Damnit, she couldn’t let this flattery get to her. Focus, focus!\n\nThe tiger cocked his head to the side at that statement. “Not long. We dropped out of the Hidden Bird about 15 minutes ago, and I only found you a few minutes before you woke up. Hehe, and a pity, too! I’d have loved for a longer kiss..” He purred, his tail twitching. “And as for eating you while you were asleep? Why, what fun would that be? There’s no real enjoyment in devouring an unconscious opponent-they certainly don’t squirm as much, and you can’t toy with them.” He said, licking his lips as he crouched down, his muscles rippling slightly under his shirt-an effect that made Lillan’s toes curl. “Much more fun when they’re awake, I think!”\n\nThe mousegirl nodded slowly, regaining her mental balance as she grinned at her opponent. Oh, did he want to toy with her, too? He’d be in for a rude awakening, then. “Mm, I have to agree there. Trying to down someone who’s not putting up a fight really isn’t any fun, even if it is an easy win. Now, shall we begin the dance?” She asked, mocking a curtsey and smiling to Jax.\n\n“With pleasure! Although I don’t suppose I could ask for one more kiss before the battle?” He asked, ears flickering hopefully, his long tail still swaying and twitching behind him. “After all, you seemed like you enjoyed that first one, despite your protests.”\n\nLillan winced and flushed a bit at that statement-it was true, it had been a nice kiss. Tapping the staff she’d been given into the ground, the mouse chewed on her lower lip. “Weee-lll..” She mused, pretending to consider the prospect while trying to get a good look at the battlefield-\n\n\tIt looked as though they were both on a small path, no more than 3 meters wide. Gnarled, twisted trees (how typical, for a swamp!) dotted the edges of the trail, some with long, thick vines hanging down from their branches. The earthen path dropping off quickly into boggy marsh, and though Lillan couldn’t tell how deep it was, she suspected it was at least 2 or 3 feet to the ‘bottom’.\n\n\tDarting her eyes back to Jax, she just shook her head. “Mm, nope, I’m sorry. You are really cute, but I think that kiss would end the fight right there. As much as I enjoyed that kiss, I enjoy winning a hell of a lot more.” She said, rubbing at the underside of her chin. “Tell you what! I’ll give you a kiss if you win, but if I come out on top, .. well, you’ll be giving me a little kiss.” She grinned wickedly, her toes digging into the dirt. “Fair enough?”\n\n\t\n\nThe feline’s shoulders rose and fell as he shrugged, chuckling softly. “Can’t blame me for trying. A variant of that worked last time, though I did back her into a corner first.” He said, licking his lips once more before grinning. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’ll enjoy the experience as much as she did. Now, let’s start!” He exclaimed, pointing a finger at Lillan.\n\n\t\n\nLillan laughed in response to that, her tail swaying eagerly. “Tch, we haven’t even started! Don’t get too co-yeep!” Lighting crackled and streaked from Jax’s outstretched finger, his body briefly flickering with flame. The surge of electricity struck Lillan square in the chest, the painful bolt crackling through her body.\n\n “Hope you’ve got ranged attacks, or this will be over fast!” Jax pointed his finger at the mousegirl, preparing another blast.\n\nGritting her teeth, the mousegirl grinned through the pain, digging the stave she’d been given into the ground for just a moment. “Well, I’d hate to disappoint a cutey like you, Jax!” She said, swiping her free hand towards him, and bending her last two fingers in towards her palm-truth be told, the hand gestures weren’t at all necessary for her to use her abilities, but they just looked so dramatic! Jax tensed as he stared at her, anticipating an attack that never came. His brow furrowed in confusion as he shifted his stance-\n\nAs he tried to shift his stance. Glancing downward in surprise, Jax discovered that the ground beneath him had suddenly become.. much soggier than it had been. His paws were slowly dragged down into a mire that had sprung into existence beneath him.\n\nLillan took that moment of distraction to close in, slamming the wooden pole hard into the side of Jax’s head. The cat let out a yowl of pain as Lillan quickly sidestepped, circling around behind him- it put her near the edge of the path, but that didn’t matter: Jax couldn’t easily attack her from this position. Jax tried to turn his body to face her, his hand reaching for his sword, but his paws were stuck fast, and each tug or push seemed to cause them to sink a little deeper. Lillan grinned as she began to rain blows down on his back, as she began to rain blows down on him, striking as quickly as she could. “Not exactly a ranged attack, but I think it works well, don’t you?”\n\nWith a frustrated growl, Jax’s tail suddenly lashed out, wrapping around Lillan’s wrist as the staff struck his body, preventing her from pulling away. “Wh.. hey!” She growled, twisting in surprise and frustration. She barely noticed as Jax twisted a hand behind his back, palm facing towards the mousegirl’s general direction. As his body flashed with flame, a cone of swirling, jarring colors burst forth from his palm with a small flicker of flame, blasting right into Lillan’s eyes. With a screech of surprise and pain, the mousegirl staggered backwards as the tail let go of her wrist,, stunned by the sudden blast of photons. Moving quickly, Jax’s body flickered again, his form slowly rising upwards, feet pulling from that sucking mud with a wet schlorp as he lifted up into the air, hanging over Lillan’s head. He grunted softly as he looked down at Lillan, shaking off the pain from her rapid assault. \n\n“A cute trick by a cuter mouse. Here’s one of mine!” Jax gestured downwards, a small orb flying from his fingertips and striking the ground beneath him. The strange ball suddenly exploded outwards in a small, black wave, coating the ground (and some of Lillan’s lower body) with slippery, black grease. Still reeling and blinking the spots from her eyes, a staggering step nearly sent Lillan tumbling to the ground, her feet slipping dangerously on the slick surface. With a startled squeak, Lillan swiftly digs her stave into the ground to keep from falling over, wincing. “Shit! I.. wait. Grease? A spray of color? .. I swear to god if you pull out 3.0’s broken Timestop spell, you will experience this staff in such a way that you’ll be picking splinters out of your butt for a week! Get back down here!”\n\n“All’s fair in love and war, Lillan. And I treat these little matches like an opportunity for both!” He retorted, his tail swishing in a satisfied manor. “Mm, but if you’ve had enough of slipping around down there, I’d be happy to take my kiss. And show you some of the things this tongue can really do.”\n\nLillan glowered at the feline, her competitive nature easily overwhelming any attraction to the feline. “As tempting as that offer might be, the, uh.. the only one who’s going to be shown anything is you!..” .. Now that was an inspired retort. “Damnit, just get back down here!” She hissed, looking quite unsteady as she tried her best to stay upright on the grease-coated path. Damnit, this was frustrating! She wasn’t out of tricks, of course: She could try to manipulate the vines lining the path to lash out at him, she could anchor herself in place, she could hurl massive mudballs and try to blind him or weigh him down-but none of those were very decisive, none really gave her any clear path to victory. Not that she was in danger of losing yet, either. That was the problem, really- it was increasingly looking like this might just be a battle of attrition. Victory would go to whoever exhausted last-and that was just too risky. She was not going to lose here, not just because she eventually got tired and made a mistake!\n\n“Hah, hadn’t heard that one before!” Chortled Jax, leveling a finger at the stationary Lillan. “Really, though, I don’t suppose I could convince you to take the easy path, and just give me the kiss now? The ground’s far too slippery for you to dodge now.” He looked a little.. ‘softer’ as he asked that question, waiting for Lillan to reply as he kept on smiling.\n\n“Like hell I will! You think I’m just going to give up because I haven’t got any footing?” She shouted back, an idea forming in her head as she shifted her stance on the ground.\n\nJax just shook his head, his body suddenly flaring as lightning shot from his fingers. Waiting for that visual cue, the mousegirl pushed hard on the ground with the walking stick, forcing her whole body to lunge backwards, diving away from the crackling blast of energy-right off the edge off the path.\n\n“Not as slippery as where you’ll be going.” She muttered under her breath, thinking to herself as she fell towards the water. “Damnit, I wish I’d thought of that retort a minute ago.”\n\n*Splsh!* The mousegirl disappeared beneath the murky water, vanishing from sight. A few moments later, her wooden walking stick pushed through the surface, one end bursting through the surface before landing back onto the water with a *plop*, bobbing softly. But there was no sign of the mousegirl who’d vanished into the water. His ears shifting with mild confusion, Jax touched down at the edge of the path, peering out into the murky swamp with a frown.\n\n“Is she trying to drown herself to avoid outright losing?” Or perhaps she was lying in wait beneath the water? A grin spread across his face as he considered that second thought, pointing his finger at the water again. Behind him, unseen, the earth took a strange, damp look, the ground slowly ‘melting’ into a thick, sludgy slurry. “Well, let’s just see if she’s still down there, then! One more lightning bolt should do the tri-“\n\nJax cut off with a startled yelp as a mud-coated hand suddenly shot up from the sodden, mire-like earth, grabbing hold of his ankle and pulling down, hard. “What the fu-AAAGGGH!” A quiet *zrrt* and a faint scent of ozone and singed fur transformed Jax’s confusion into a startled cry of pain. His body shuddered once before collapsing on his back onto the grease covered ground, one mud-coated hand still wrapped firmly around his ankle.. and another pressing a taser to it. \n\n“Gods, I’m glad I waterproofed this.”\n\nSlowly, Lillan rose up from the mud, buoyed up by the ground itself as she used it to ‘push’ herself back onto the path. Her grey fur and clothing clung tightly to her pudgy body, now tinged brown with a thin coating of mud, her blue hair disheveled and soaked. The scent of moist earth filled her nostrils, which.. well, truth be told, wasn’t all that bad, if a bit stagnant. Raising a handpaw to her face, she pulled away the muddy, boxy glasses, grinning widely as she knelt next to her stunned opponent. With the taser still in one hand she carefully pulled Jax’s sword from it’s sheathe, laying it across her lap. She could see, now, why attacking from below worked so on her in the last match: it was something so few people expected! Jax just panted and winced, having trouble finding his voice.\n\n“I’m so glad that worked! Never tried moving through damp earth using a nearby water source! Looks like I get my kiss now, huh?” She asked, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she stood back up pointing the sword at Jax’s neck. Water from her soaked form ran down her hand, a small droplet forming at the tip of the sharp sword. “Tsk, if you can.. take it before I can move again! The fight’s not..nf.. not over, otherwise!”\n\nThe mousegirl laughed at that, her tail swiping and flicking eagerly behind her, sending a small spray of grime everywhere. “Hah! Well, let’s see if I can, then! Mm, but first-I think we should get you out of those clothes-you’ve gotten the back all greasy!” With a deft *snkit*, Lillan dragged the sword down along Jax’s body, down along his pants for easy removal. A bit cliché, but damnit, she was in a hurry! Pinning the fabric of his vest to the muddy earth with a footpaw, Lillan leaned down and rolled him over, pulling him free of that garment. With a small grin, the mousegirl rolled him two more times, turning his now-bare upper body over fully on that black, slick earth. When he finally came to rest on his belly again, the tiger’s once-white fur was stained a light black and grey, his stripes blending with the light coating of grease covering his form. \n\nCarefully, Lillan moved over towards the stunned feline’s head, Jax’s eyes turning upwards to look at her. Working quickly as she wriggled out of her mud-soaked cargo shorts, pulling her soaked, clinging shirt up and off over her head. “These clothes are just so uncomfortable when they get wet, you know?” She said with a grin, letting both articles of clothing fall to the ground with a wet *plop*. Thankfully, the pants seem to have protected that portion of her body from the mud-she just looks soaked there, as opposed to mud-coated. The mouse wasn’t entirely nude at this point, either: while she seemed to be ‘going commando’, as it were, her grey-furred chest was mostly hidden by a simple black sports bra, which she did not seem inclined to remove at the moment. \n\nWith a happy little laugh, the mousegirl sat herself down in front of the stunned, wide-eyed kitty, spreading her legs on either side of his head. Jax’s ears flickered eagerly as the feline was given a rather.. enjoyable view of the mousegirl’s crotch, a pair of pink nether lips just barely visible through her soaked fur. “’T least the view’s nice..” He wheezed out, his body still unresponsive.\n\n“Ah, I’m glad you like it! But it’s such a shame.. my muzzle is just coated with mud, and you’re all greasy now. I don’t think a face to face kiss would be a good idea at all! Mm.. but I can’t just break a promise to a cute hunk like you, can I?” She murmured, her eyes twinkling mischievously as she slowly scooted forwards, Jax’s crotch nestled between Lillan’s thighs, his nose just a few scant millimeters from Lillan’s fur. An earthy, muddy scent filled Jax’s nostrils, along with the scent of, well, wet mouse, but there was also something behind it- a heady, musky, almost sweet note, worming its way into Jax’s head. Lillan curls her toes, groaning softly as she feels his warm breath washing over her crotch, her tail whipping eagerly behind her. “H.. hey, this isn’t exactly what I meant with that bet!” Jax protested, seeing where this was headed-but unable to really prevent the mousegirl from doing what she’d planned. “Give me five minutes to get, er, ready, then I can-mmf!”\n\nLillan grabbed the back of Jax’s head as she clamped her thighs down around it, sealing his mouth shut as she murred. “Listen, kitty. I’m pretty sure you were intending to get your muzzle down there anyways, even if it was as I was sliding between your jaws, you’re just a bit.. ahead of schedule at the moment. I had a very frustrating first round, and I’m only here in round two ‘cause I lucked out. Your flirting, your body, that light-hearted teasing, that fight.. you’ve gotten me both worked up and a bit more frustrated, so now you’re going to help me blow of some steam. Now, kiss.” She half-growled, that last command punctuated with a sharp squeeze of her water-logged thighs. Jax couldn’t even squeak as his muzzle was squished up against Lillan’s netherlips, his lips pressed to the mouse’s. Eager to distract his captor, and still too shocked from the taser to do much else, Jax began to ‘kiss’ and lick eagerly, his warm, rough tongue worming it’s way past Lillan’s parted lips, dragging and sliding across her nub. The invading appendage was greeted by a sharp, tangy flavor, musky and faintly sweet as it wormed about. \n\nLillan’s body shivered in response, those thighs sliding and rubbing alongside Jax’s head. “Mrrmm.. good kitty. Sh.. shame I can’t sit back and just.. a-aah.. enjoy this..” She mumbled, her hands still pressed to the back of Jax’s head, pushing a little harder. A shudder slid through her body as she felt that cold nose press against her warm, sensitive slit, grinning. “But.. nn.. if I let you just have your way down there, you’re gonna turn me into a panting, weak little.. mm.. mess, and I can’t have that! S.. so, I do hope you enjoy the trip!” She gave another little shove, and Jax could feel Lillan’s little slit expand and wrap around his nose, trapping it in a slick, warm heat. That powerful, heady musk filled his nostrils, blocking out all other scents as he growled in frustration, ceasing his oral ministrations beginning to wriggle slightly on the slick ground.\n\n“Ooh? Is kitty starting to.. mmrm.. get his.. strength back?” The mousegirl gasped out, the insides of her ears now sharply tinted red as she began to flush. “I better hurry, then! Mmm.. I think I’m supposed to..” She shivered, applying just a little bit of pressure as his head began to slowly slip into her nether-lips, Jax unable to do much but watch and as that slippery, damp slit began to creep closer to his eyes “-think I’m supposed make some sort of ‘pussy’ joke here. But I-mm! I think I’ll just.. p.. push you deeper into my +1 mousetrap.” She panted out, grinning widely. With a sudden, hefty shove, Jax’s head was entirely forced into the mousegirl’s tunnel with a loud *schlup*, making a lovely, wriggling bulge in her abdomen. Hot, sticky flesh rippled and squeezed at the trapped tiger’s head, grinding the mousegirl’s gooey, slippery fluids into his fur. A bit of that heady, musky fluid splattering into his mouth as he twisted and squirmed, the pheromone-laden nectar sliding down his throat. \n\nThose warm, wet walls fluttered gently as Lillan slid down around Jax’s neck, bracing herself to take in the trapped feline’s shoulders. Twisting and jerking her hips, she felt her netherlips spread wide-almost impossibly so-as she took in one shoulder, than the other. The pink undersides of her feet crinkled and wrinkled as she curled her toes at that wonderfully filling sensation moaning softly. “Oooh! Oooh.. I need this.” She panted softly, shivering and grinning as she watched that wonderfully muscled body slowly squished into her hungry little sex. \n\n“What the hell was that about it not being fun if they weren’t putting up a fight?!” Jax gasped out, his head mashing up against a tight ring of flesh. He could hear her flesh squelching around him, tensing tighter before going limp again, but always pressed firmly to his body, given how much he was stretching her. His muscles still weren’t responding well, but if he could just get a little more time, he might be able to fire off another spell at her..\n\n “Nn! Well, it’s true, this‘d probably be more fun if I let you.. ooh.. recover fully from the taser first..” The mousegirl giggled, barely able to focus enough to anchor her footpaws to the ground as she slowly pulled herself up onto her feet, dragging Jax into a sort of awkward kneeling position. If his head wasn’t pressed deep inside her nethers at the moment, his muzzle would be facing the mousegirl’s crotch. “And if this wasn’t a tournament, I might be tempted to take this slow and tease you. Joke about where you’re going, what I’ll do, tickle and pin you, grind up and down your chest, press you underfoot..” The thought of getting to tease that muscular tiger like that just seemed to make her a bit damper in there, ears flickering. “But I don’t feel-haaah-l-like risking a loss right now. Toying.. nn.. toying with a seemingly defeated opponent is the main downfall o-of evil O-overlords, y.. you know! Big v.. villain fallacy.” She panted softly, shifting and wriggling as she moved so that she was sort of squatting over Jax’s kneeling body, small bits of warm, sticky fluids beginning to dribble down his body. Small droplets of Lillan’s nectar beaded up on top of his greased-up-fur, sliding and dribbling down, dropping to the earth in long, ropy strands, the grease keeping them from soaking in.\n\nThe mousegirl closed her eyes and tilted her head upwards as she mentally prepared herself. She needed to get him in quickly. His hands, at least! And thanks to that grease he’d spread all over the ground, it had been pretty easy to get his upper body all nice and slippery. “In you go!” She shouted, before suddenly shoving her hips downwards, squat-sitting down on upper body. With his shoulders already squeezed into her tunnel, Lillan simply slid down his slickened form, squealing as her body was stretched and distorted by the sudden addition of more of the feline’s body. “A-Aaaaaah!”\n\nInside, Jax’s face was suddenly shoved, almost painfully, against Lillan’s cervix, smeared against the damp valve. After just a few moments, the pressure became too great, forcing his muzzle through the barrier *pop* into the waiting murine womb. His neck and shoulders followed quickly as Lillan’s stretched lips easily slid down around his grease-coated form, his head mashed up into the far wall. Her smell was stronger in here, almost overpoweringly so-a musky, rich, almost sweet smell, heavily laden with pheromones. It smelled.. well, like sex, really. He could here a soft gasp from his opponent as he was pressed into the warm, soft flesh, feeling it yield and stretch beneath him like some sort of living, silken sponge. The texture was odd-a sort of squishy, rippled, spongy sort of flesh, utterly coated with slick, sticky fluids. It was hot, too-a sort of cloying, sticky heat, not unlike the fluid smeared along the walls of his prison. The sound of Lillan’s rapid heartbeat and quick, shallow breathing filled his ears, driving home just how excited the mousegirl was to have him there, his body filling her innermost chambers. Soon, his chest was jammed in with him, his torso forced to curl ever so slightly. He twisted his head in frustration as he felt the mousegirl’s netherlips come to a rest just below his belly, a hand gently pressing against him through the stretched flesh. \n\n\t\n\nWith Jax’s hands trapped against his thighs, Lillan relaxed slightly, stopping her descent for just a moment, crouching low to the ground as fluids still dribbled and dripped around the captive wolf, flowing a bit more copiously now. She knew it was a little unrealistic, for her to be as dripping as she was, for the inside of her womb to be like an erogenous zone, for her womb to be as damp as it was going to be-she hadn’t really ‘built’ (or perhaps just ‘imagined’?) that section of her insides to be based on actual biology, but, hell, how realistic was it to shove someone a good foot taller than you up there? It was so much more fun this way, and it was a good deal easier to get people in without any extra lubrication! Pawing gently at the shifting, writhing bulge in her abdomen, Lillan smiled softly as she slowly allowed herself to flop backwards, laying down on the ground again as she stroked over the large lump in her body-about half a tiger to go! Her footpaws groped and shifted as they tried to snag into his sliced pants, tugging at them to start sliding them off. \n\nAs she tugged his pants off, the cat’s tail sudden whipped upwards and towards Lillan’s neck. Twisting her arm into the tail’s path, she quickly wrapped her fingers around it, holding it tightly in place as muffled curse words filtered through from her bulging midsection. “Oooh, bad kitty! Almost.. ooh.. forgot you could do that. That’s.. gotta be a feat or something, right?” She teased, unable to let that D&D connection go as she slipped his pants all the way off.\n\nWith a small little grin, Lillan leaned forwards just a little, sliding her free handpaw under Jax’s body and groping around his crotch, searching for something she couldn’t see. “Aha! Here we..mmrmmm are..” She giggled, feeling some hard evidence that the tiger was, despite his protests, rather.. excited with the whole process, never the less! “Don’t want to bend that painfully.. let’s just get that lined up and inside....” She grunted a little as she pressed her hand, and its contents, up against Jax’s belly, before giving a small tug with her tunnel and drawing his hips entirely into her body, his tail slowing sliding through her grip as she held it in place. A sharp, muffled howl of pleasure greeted Lillan’s ears as her silken tunnel walls ground and rubbed over the newest bit of anatomy to slide into her body.\n\nLillan could feel Jax starting to wriggle and squirm quite a bit now, his movements which only seemed to provoke Lillan along, small beads of sweat forming on her forehead as she battled with herself, staving off climax as she dragged him ever deeper. With a slick little *splorp*, Jax’s hands vanished from view, his legs flailing and kicking about as they slowly, surely, slipped into drooling little nethers, the tip of his tail thrashing and twisting in Lillan’s grip, seeking to break free. Each contraction of the mouse’s tunnel elicited a small yelp, gasp, or groan from the tiger, the grinding, rippling tunnel of flesh currently teasing along a very sensitive bit of his anatomy. Her toes curled a little as she thought about what it must look like in there, half wishing she’d had a glow stick to send in after him-she’d love to give him a nice little inside view! Yes, that was.. that was something she’d have to remember, the next time she did this to someone. \n\nIt was getting hard to think now, as she slowly slurped up Jax’s thighs, along his plantigrade legs. Those would feel interesting, she thought-it would make it easier for him to kick and shove.. all the more fun for her! She was dimly aware of him shouting from deep within, his legs flailing and kicking helplessly as they were drawn deeper still. His struggle just seemed to elevate Lillan’s pleasure, a small puddle of fluid forming beneath her rump. Those warm, velvet walls were fluttering a little now, convulsing and twitching as the mouse’s climax drew closer, the squirming, gasping, panting Lillan doing everything in her power to hold it off. \n\nSoon, there was nothing but the tip of Jax’s wriggling tail (the mouse having had to let it go to continue taking him inwards) and a pair of paws, sticking out from an impossibly bloated mousegirl. Her belly shifted and twisted as its captor thrashed, his toes splayed wide as the mouse’s tunnel ground against him, paws running and rubbing at that enormous bulge. Her own pink toes splayed wide as she felt herself building closer and closer, until, with a sharp, happy squeal, the mousegirl finally felt herself topple over that edge, unable to contain herself no longer. Her toes curled tightly as her womb and tunnel clenched, squeezing and pulling hard on her opponent. A small spurt of juices followed as his footpaws and tail vanished from sight, Lillan’s netherlips staying slightly parted as Jax was pulled up into the mousegirl’s waiting womb, curled into a fetal position within the gooey, churning chamber, a small puddle of fluid having formed at the bottom. Caught in the throes of pleasure, Lillan almost thought she heard Jax cry out, too, but she was enjoying this too much to care either way. After a few more seconds, the mousegirl’s whole body went limp on the path. A few beads of sweat dotted her forehead despite her soaked state, her toes curling and uncurling happily\n\n“Oooh, that was almost exactly what I needed, Jax..” Lillan managed to pant out, her toes curling and uncurling as she basked in the afterglow, feeling Jax starting to struggle and thrash. “Mrrm. I haven’t quite worked out all my frustration, but.. then again, this battle isn’t exactly over yet, is it?” She cooed, squeezing her womb tightly around Jax. “Hehe, after all, you’re not all melty yet, are you? Hope you’ve.. g.. got a good grapple check, or this is the end of the road for you!” She grinned wickedly at that thought, too bloated to sit up or even roll over.. until she dealt with Jax, she was entirely immobile.\n\nJax’s fur was utterly soaked as he twisted about in the hot, slippery womb. Aside from the deep, measured breathes Lillan was trying to take, and the mouse’s rapid, throbbing heartbeat (he could feel the womb translating that pitter-pattering heart into small, light throbs), the only thing Jax could hear was Lillan’s voice, and the slick, gooey *sclorping* of his body shifting within Lillan’s. The flesh here clung tightly to his body, wrapping and distending around his form, stretching Lillan’s abdomen immensely even when curled into a fetal position. He wasn’t really even sure how he was oriented: held as tightly as he was (and with the mousegirl resting on the ground), it was difficult to tell what was up and what was down. There was only the moist, dripping darkness, grinding and sclorching against him.\n\nWith a frustrated grunt, Jax pushed his footpaws out against that soft, yielding wombflesh as hard as he could. It was difficult to find purchase, as slick as the walls were, but he could feel her soft, spongy flesh starting to distend outwards, an outline of his foot visible to any onlooker. His captor seemed to enjoy this struggle, a soft, gasping moan filtering in through the murine’s stretched flesh. Suddenly, the womb-walls pushed back, squeezing powerfully as it struggled to force him back into a fetal position, grinding and rubbing against him, like some sort of massive stomach. The fluids seemed to warm him slightly, but it was difficult to tell in this sweltering heat. “I like to go deep with girls, but not this deep. I’m at, what, 11th base?” He muttered, giving another shove as he tried to figure out a way out of the womb. The mouse’s musky, powerful scent and cloying, sticky flesh made it a little difficult to think, her womb churning and squeezing much like a stomach.\n\nDamnit, there had to be a way out of this! But the entrance was clenched shut, and he couldn’t ‘hit’ her from in here.. everything was too stretchy and squishy, even if he could get the leverage to attack. Suddenly, his ears perked up in the squishy depths of the womb, the cat laughing softly in the darkness. He wasn’t completely helpless. Pressing his handpaws to Lillan’s womb, a flash of heatless fire surrounded his body-\n\n-And for an instant, he could see. There wasn’t much too see-soft, mottled pink flesh, glistening and damp-and then the light went out again, his hands crackling with electricity as he shocked Lillan from within.\n\n“YEEOOOAAAH!” Lillan squealed with surprise as a sudden jolt coursed through her body, her womb clenching tightly around Jax in response, threatening to crack a rib or too-before it let back up, the walls fluttering gently as Lillan whimpered and gasped. “Ooh! That.. that was.. mean!” She panted, struggling to move a hand to her bulging abdomen. “Nn, but that.. felt kinda good, too.” She shivered, her toes curling. Her womb seemed to grow.. damper in response to that, still churning and squeezing gently at Jax’s body-Not as strongly as before, but still moving. Pawing and groping in the darkness, Jax’s paws felt a small little ring of flesh, slightly relaxed from the sudden shock.. aha! Forcing his paw against it, he started to push the paw back out through Lillan’s cervix, trying to work another paw in there.\n\n“A-aah!” Lillan gasped, twisting and squirming as she felt Jax starting to worm his way back out. “Ooh, n.. no you don’t, kitty!” She panted, groaning and squirming-ye gods, but this was amazing! And the way his bulge shifted and moved as he started to push out, a small little lump forming and moving down her abdomen.. the sight just mad her shiver. “Try as you might, you’re g.. gonna be mouse cum! Not.. gonna let you back out!” She grunted, trying to clench tightly in an attempt to keep him inside. The muscles did indeed respond, but not as strongly as Lillan might have liked-the pressure wasn’t enough to simply pin the sorcerer in her womb. She took solace in the fact that his bulges seemed a little less well defined than they had been when she’d ‘taken him in’, and that she didn’t seem as incapacitated from that shock as he had been from the taser-perhaps it was her damp body conducting the electricity away into the ground more easily, or perhaps her insides were a bit more resistant to damage and shock than the rest of her. Or perhaps she was simply far less damaged than Jax was: she had gotten a good beating in, for at least a few minutes.\n\n“Hah! We’ll.. nff.. see about that, mousie! I’ll.. mm.. get that kiss yet!” The tiger taunted back, his paws kicking and pushing at the womb as he tried to force himself back out. It was difficult-there was little leverage within Lillan’s womb, especially given how easily it distended. Lillan’s attempt at clenching and holding him firmed things up a little, giving him a more solid (if still slippery) surface to push off of. Jax tried hard to keep himself motivated, to stave off his own worries-he was definitely having a harder time pushing than he should have. It was like his body itself was getting softer, soggier. \n\n“N.. no! You’re mine!” Lillan squeaked, groaning again as he pushed and shifted, forcing his way deeper. “I will.. nnf.. not.. gonna.. lose!” She panted, struggling against the squirming Jax. She could feel that hand slithering up her tunnel, pushing and writhing, before briefly bursting free, pushing out into the cool, open air.. before a sudden contraction pulled it back in, the mouse girl struggling hard to keep him contained. “You’re.. not gonna last much longer, a.. anyways!” With a determined squeeze, she felt his arm slowly back dragged towards her womb.\n\n“I don’t need much longer, Lillan! I’m almost.. free!” He shouted, pushing a hand to the inside of her tunnel as he prepared to shock her once more. The first shock had, after all, weakened her ability to resist greatly, hadn’t it? \n\n“AAAAGGGGHHH!” Once more, electricity coursed through Lillan’s most sensitive areas, her body bearing down hard on the tiger-and dragging him all the way back into the mousegirl’s womb. It was sopping wet in here now, to the point that there seemed to be a very small puddle of fluid forming at the ‘bottom’ of her womb, pooling around his body. A frustrating setback, but nothing he couldn’t handle. Groping around in the darkness, Jax searched for the mousegirl’s cervix once more, smiling to himself as he found it and pressed his paw against it.. only to feel his hand deform and squish instead of pushing through. “What? NO!” He shouted into the darkness, pushing harder.\n\n“Aww, t.. too soft too push through now?” Lillan taunted between gasps for breath, her footpaws lifting weakly off the ground a little as she drew towards a second climax. “I’ve heard that.. mmmrmm.. happens to some guys. I think they make some medicine for it!” She sniggered, still trying to recover from the aftereffects of that shock as her womb started to flutter and squeeze weakly. One handpaw rubbed at her breasts while the other tried to work around her massive belly, teasing at her own nethers. His bulge was much less defined now.. more a simple ‘orb’ of stretched, swollen mouseflesh than a clearly-defined person.\n\n“I was so close!” The cat growled in frustration, trying to kick and shove at the womb walls as they started to squeeze him tighter still-but he’d softened too much. He could barely dent the walls now, his body just sort of ‘squishing’ against them, like he was made out of some sort of slime. His mind started to fog with.. panic? Pleasure? He couldn’t tell, just that it was becoming increasingly difficult to think at all. His whole form felt heavy and bloated now, the tiger trying to lit his hands for one last, desperate shock, hoping it might offer him some avenue of escape-but his arms felt so heavy. And it was so nice and warm in here.. no! Shifting and wriggling, he tried to press his hands.. what he was pretty sure were his arms.. out against Lillan’s womb walls, feeling them pressing him tighter and tighter, squeezing him uncomfortably as he desperately worked to fire off his spell. \n\nAnd then, with a sudden, sharp cry of pleasure, Lillan’s womb clenched tightly, destroying all of Jax’s hopes of escape with it. With a moist *gltch*, Jax’s body broke apart into a mass of sticky, musky fluids, borne out of the womb in a sudden, rushing flood. Sticky, semi-clear liquids spurted out of the mousegirl as she arched her back off the ground, fingers digging into the damp soil as what was once her opponent turned into a sticky mess on the ground in front of her. Just a warm, steaming puddle, marred only by a few flecks of unmelted fur.\n\n“Oooh, kitty..” Churred the mostly-nude-mousegirl, using one hand to lever herself into a sitting position. “Thanks. I really, really needed that after the last fight.” She wobbled a little as she stood up, a few long, sticky dribbles of the once-cat dripping from her crotch as she picked up her clothing and glasses. She clearly hadn’t expelled all of him.. the mousegirl sported a nice, sloshing belly, perhaps the size of a basketball. She could feel a wonderful, soft warmth slide through her body as she began to absorb the melted remains of the feline.. it made getting back into these wet shorts a little less unpleasant as she began to slowly absorb the fluid.\n\nLeaning up against one of the nearby trees, Lillan made a small gesture, mentally willing a log of events into existence. As she scrolled through, the mousegirl’s brow wrinkled in mild confusion. \n\nThe log seemed to have recorded a 45 minute stretch of.. well, nothing, really. Ordinarily, this wouldn’t bother her: she was unconscious for a while, and the log wouldn’t record anything during that time. But.. she’d only been out for 15 minutes, right? Maybe Jax had just been lying to her, or mistaken about the time. But something nagged at the back of her head that she was forgetting something. What was it? It was so close, hiding on the edge of memory. Damn, what could it-\n\n\t\n\nThe sound of approaching rotors distracted Lillan, her train of thought fading away into memory. That must be the Hidden Bird.. she’d better make sure she wasn’t forgetting anything! Oh, oh, a trophy, of course! Looking about frantically, the mouse’s eyes landed on Jax’s scabbard, a small smile crossing her lips. A simple trophy, but a memorable one, even if he didn’t use his sword. And who knows? It could prove useful. Picking the sheathe off of the ground, the mousegirl brushed it off, clutching it to her damp fur as the glow of battle faded, slowly becoming aware of just how cool these swamps were. “I hope I can get my clothes dried before the next fight.” She mumbled, brushing at her pants, before looking up at the sky, looking for the approaching airship “Chase better not have lost, either...”\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "VOCT 2 Round 2: Mudsoaked Mires

(Title subject to change)

by Renor/Jahan

Lillan skulked in the back of the crowd as the contestants gathered on the lowest deck, grudgingly taking the stave offered by Danny as she half-listened to skunk explaining the current situation. The grey-furred mousegirl was dimly aware that he’d mentioned her name, and why she was still here, almost visibly flinching when she was pointed out. She gave a quick nod to skunk as he wished her luck, before dropping her gaze back down to the floor, crouching as she peered through the see-through bottom of the airship.

She should, perhaps, be enjoying this trip more than she was-after all, she’d always loved the idea of airships, and here she was, riding in one towards her next battleground! But-she’d lost! A small shiver ran through her body as she remembered the end of her previous match, squirming and wriggling helplessly in Chase’s stomach as those hot, slick walls bore down on her. She blushed faintly in frustration-it was just frustration, wasn’t it? –as she dwelled upon her loss. Damnit, the only reason she was even still in this tournament was sheer chance! Luck! Would it really be satisfying if she won, knowing that?

“You better not lose until I get a chance at a rematch”, the mousegirl mumbled under her  breath, curling her bare toes at that thought. How would she handle him the second time? Oh, yes, the battle would depend on the terrain, but after she’d won? There were so many possibilities, so many-

The scrolling text on the floor below snapped her out of her daydream, the mousegirl resting the surface of her palm against the see-through ‘floor’, running a finger along the cool, smooth surface. So, a swamp? This could work well! The mists might keep her hidden until she was able to launch a sneak attack, unlike last time. And it should also give her ample time to explore her surroundings-after all, it would take them some time to find each other in such dense fog, wouldn’t it? The short mousegirl began to grin for the first time since she’d lost her last match, her tail ticking to and fro. Lillan’s ears flickered as the skunk delivered his final quip, the girl having missed the arctic fox’s entire speech. “Mm? Ah, I hope none of that was impor-AAAAAGGGH!”

Lillan squealed in surprise as the floor suddenly dropped beneath her, sending her plummeting face first towards the ground below. Instinctively, she spread her arms and legs wide, her black shirt and beige cargo shorts ruffling and flapping in the ‘wind’ as she plunged towards the waiting swamp. Panic and terror welled up within her as she fell, her heart going into overdrive. Heights.. or rather, falls, were not something she enjoyed. Not when she couldn’t fly under her own power! Resisting the urge to squeeze her eyes shut, the mousegirl darted her eyes noticing that everyone else seemed to be falling, too-perhaps this was planned, then? Trying desperately to push her panic to the bottom of her stomach, Lillan tried to get a quick survey of the rapidly approaching swamp. Unfortunately, the swirling, thick fog made it impossible to make out any details about the swamp below-not that there was much time to look regardless. As the ground loomed closer and closer in her vision, she could feel her panic returning, squeezing her eyes shut in an attempt to will the ground away from her-

*Fwomp*

For a moment, there was a strange sensation of weightlessness, the roaring wind vanishing entirely. And then, gravity reasserted itself, the mousegirl landing belly-first on a damp, muddy trail, the underside of her chin landing somewhat painfully on a gnarled root.  She simply lay there for a few moments, her chest heaving, her tail quivering, as the panic and terror slowly faded away again. Slowly, Lillan let her eyes slide open again as she pushed herself back onto her feet, toes squelching into the damp earth, the path blissfully free of any thick, sucking mud. Unconsciously adjusting her rectangular, black-framed glasses with one hand, she crouched down to pick up her dropped walking stick she’d been given-no point in using her own until she needed to, right? As she stood back up, she took her first, full-bodied breath since ‘landing’, her nose wrinkling in displeasure. “Oh man, and I thought the last battlefield smelled bad. Where the hell am I, anyways?”

The mousegirl turned about in an attempt to get her bearings, her brow furrowing in mild confusion. By some strange stroke of luck, she’d managed to land on one of the more solid paths within the swamp, the ground sturdy, if damp, beneath her paws. Taking a few steps in one direction, she found the path suddenly terminated, ending in a deep, stagnant pool with bits of algae and dead leaves clustering on the surface.

 A few cursory prods confirmed that, yes, it was, indeed water, although it had

been rather obvious just from looking at it. She paused there at the water’s edge for a few moments, before glancing back over her shoulder at the path, turning around to face it. “Well.. as I don’t feel like taking a swim just yet-guess there’s only one way to go. Sure, she could perhaps use her abilities to walk on the surface of the water-not that she’d thought to try that before-but that would waste energy. She’d been fortunate enough to land on a stable path-why not see where it led?

Cautiously, the mouse began to pick her way along the path, prodding at the earth ahead of her with her stick-getting sucked down into a peat bog before even meeting her opponent would be a far more humiliating method of defeat then just being bested and digested.  Small droplets of water began to collect on her glasses, blue hair, and fur as she moved through the thick, swirling mists, forcing her to occasionally stop and attempt to find a dry swath of clothing or fur to wipe her lenses on.

It was difficult to gauge just how long she’d been walking-the swirling mists made it hard to see any distant landmarks by which she might gauge just how far she’d gone.  As time wore on, the Lillan’s thoughts drifted away from the path before her, pondering battle strategies for the upcoming fight. Something else, too, was tickling at the back of her brain. This path.. something was wrong with it. Not once had she run into a mud pool or even an upturned tree root, nor  a single twist or turn. In fact, there hadn’t been any vegetation at all. No trees lining the path, no reeds in the water on either side of her, no grass, no nothing.  As these thoughts bubbled to the surface, the mouse paused in her tracks, turning around to look at the way she’d came-

And found a pool of stagnant, stinking water, just like she had at the beginning of the trail. The hair on the back of her neck stood up on end as she backed away from the sudden termination of the path, swallowing nervously. Maybe she’d turned without realizing it? No. The trail ended here, quite abruptly. Just a few feet from where she was standing..

 Okay, this was creepy as hell, and yes, it was like the swamp was leading her somewhere, but.. I mean, this was all just a game, right? So sure, it was weird and odd, but it was probably something that had been programmed in, or a minor bug. Yes. That had to be it. Taking a deep breath (and trying to silence her screaming instincts), Lillan turned away from the water, and started moving down the path once more. No sooner had she gone three steps when the mists seemed to part and thin, the trail widening out into a into a large circular island. Massive, jet-black stones ringed the earthen landing, half sunk into the moist earth. The massive obelisks all seemed to taper down towards their ends, like some sort of a massive half-oval-or perhaps dozens of stone fingers, jutting from the earth. Their ends didn’t all point upwards-many seemed to have shifted and slanted sideways, perhaps sinking and shifting into the ground as the ages wore on, but their bases all still lay upon a perfect circle.

Lillan’s curiosity overwhelmed her nervousness as she scurried towards one of the stones,  crouching next to it running her hand along it. The polished, smooth surface felt strangely warm under her soft fingers, free of any sort of moss or muck, or even carvings. Just a smooth, glass-like surface, almost impossibly so. “This is really weird..” She mumbled softly to herself, taking a small step backwards from the rock. “They look ancient, and that’s one explanation for why they’re so smooth. But.. I mean, even if this expansion is ‘new’, you’d think they’d add moss and stuff to it, if they wanted it to be ‘old’..” Maybe some NPC is set to maintain them? That would be something to figure out later.

Slowly, Lillan made her way back to the center of that circle, idly poking at the ground there with her toe as she wondered what on earth the purpose of this circle was, her mind drifting away from the fight. This was clearly here for a reason- a worship site for a cult? The top of some ancient ruin whose entrance would need to be excavated? The mousegirl chewed on her lower lip as she mulled over possible solutions to the mystery, rubbing at her temple. “Nff! Damnit, there’s no clues! Maybe I should just come back here with a shovel? Or try to get a look at it from above?” As that last thought crossed Lillan’s mind, her head tilted backwards, looking skywards.

\t“Oh. Holy shit.”

\t

The obelisks towered above her, and from her vantage point at the circle’s center she could see that  the way the obelisks had been slanted, tilted.. it wasn’t because they’d sunk into the earth over time. No, they were supposed to be tipped and slanted like that. For now, with the mists thinner here, each tip pointed to a single feature, framing it with black, pointing fingers as it hung motionless in the sky.

It was that strange, empty void. She’d wondered about it, at first-what it meant, why it was there-but the tournament, and the thought of exploring these lands, had overwhelmed her to the point that she’d forgotten all about it. And now here she was, staring at distant abyss. It made her eyes water, for some reason.. something about it just felt wrong. Perhaps it was supposed to be part of the game world, then? After all, here was another object within the expansion that seemed to be referencing it. Maybe it was going to be part of some sort of future, server wide event. Some strange mystery that needed to be solved! She grinned a little at the thought of that, glancing back down at her feet to see if there were more clues beneath the ground-

Only to find they’d vanished into the earth. Squeaking in surprise, the mousegirl tried to pull her paws back out of the suddenly muddy, cloying earth, only to feel the soil tug her farther down, her own weight pulling her under-and far more rapidly than she should be. “THE HELL!?” She shouted, frustrated and confused-this wasn’t a bog, she’d CHECKED! So why was she sinking? No. Now was not the time to panic. Taking a deep breath, Lillan closed her eyes. She was a geomancer! She could make the land itself bend and alter to her desires! There was no reason to fear this bog-She could make it more fluid, more solid, even force it to disgorge her, if she but focused herself. As those calming thoughts slid over her mind, she spread the grey-furred fingers of one of her hands apart, her other hand clinging tightly to her staff as she ‘felt’ the land around her.

There was nothing there. No rock, no earth, no water. No trees or fog, wind or air. Nothing. Her magic wouldn’t work, because as far as she could tell, there was nothing to work-either her magic was malfunctioning, or there was something very, very wrong with this place.

\t

Panic returned in force, crashing the party with his friend sheer terror: she’d already sunk down to her waist, and it was now that she realized she couldn’t feel anything that had slipped beneath the surface. It wasn’t that it was cold, or clinging or tight-it was like there was nothing there.  Lillan began to twist about in her panic as she desperately tried to keep from sinking deeper still, attempting to twist the staff she’d been given behind her head, hoping to float upon it-but it failed to move, stuck fast in the earth as it was dragged down with her. Her eyes darted wildly as she looked for something, anything, to grab onto, to scramble to, some sort of relief or salvation. And now she saw that the obelisks, and the islands edge, were moving closer to her as she sank ever deeper, the earth beginning to form a small ‘depression’ where she was, like a rubber sheet with too much weight upon it. It was almost as if she wasn’t sinking into the earth, but the ground itself was draining out through a hole beneath her, and she was caught in the current.

Strange, glowing glyphs began to form on the massive stones as they drew closer to the panicked, sinking mousegirl. Shapes and symbols, even words, letters, and numbers-but Lillan was almost to terrified to even notice them, let alone take note of what they were. The strange rocks seemed to merge and overlap as her neck was engulfed by the earth, the mousegirl’s head tilted upward in a desperate attempt to keep her head above the sinking ground as long as she possibly could, her arms stretched out above her, still hoping she might find something, anything, to grab hold of. Lillan could only watch in horror as the stones slowly began to slide over her, her view of the sky dwindling to a mere pinpoint, her ears already pulled beneath the earth. As the stones ‘merged’ together atop her, the light vanished entirely, and her consciousness swiftly fading as she was hauled beneath the earth.

\t

A low, droning hum filled Lillan’s ears as her thoughts trickled back to her, the mouse’s eyes snapping open to an odd, blue-white glow. She found herself in.. well, it looked like a corridor. At least, she thought it was-everything was pitch black, save for strange, glowing symbols running along the walls, flowing and shifting like a stream. Or were they walls at all? This didn’t feel like a proper space.. it wasn’t that things were dark, so much that there was nothing for the light to illuminate. Slowly, Lillan pulled herself to her feet, the blackness below feeling warm and smooth-much like the strange obelisks she’d seen moments before.

“Oooo-kaaay.” She mumbled, her heart still pounding in her chest. “This certainly isn’t creepy in the slightest.” Turning around in a circle, Lillan saw that the strange, light-blue glyphs, words, and symbols stretching off in either direction, out of sight, all the way to the horizon. It was mildly disorienting-it felt like she was standing between two mirrors. Turning away from the endpoints, she looked back at the wall in front of her. Nervous, but not really sure what the hell else she was supposed to be doing, Lillan reached out towards the glyphs, her hand brushing along them. They felt cold, and almost.. fluid, to the touch, rippling outwards from where she poked them.

And as the ripples faded, she thought she saw her name flash across the surface for just an instant, before being carried ‘downstream’. Lillan. The fur on the back of her neck stood up on end as she moved away from the wall, squeaking in surprise as she bumped into the opposite wall.

~Lillanmouse.~

Okay, that sounded like it was coming from inside her head. The voice was.. broken, distorted, like a botched audio recording.

“The hell? Who.. who’s there?” She called out to the darkness, watching as the glyphs and symbols on the wall began to change, rippling and pulsing. “If you say ‘Shodan’, I’m going to stop listening, because that joke’s been done to death.” She half-joked, trying to calm her nerves as she watched the white-blue symbols and words start to spread, rising upwards in a vertical plane, sliding down to coat the ‘floor’, and inching closer towards the mousegirl. That droning hum grew louder as the light began to move towards her from both sides of the hallway.

 ~Must listen. I found you. Have you.~

“You ‘have’ me? I don’t belong to anyone! Seriously, what the HELL is going on?!”

The ‘voice’ seemed to grow louder, and more.. dissonant. It hurt to ‘hear’, the ‘sound’ feeling like someone was pushing at the insides of her temples. And that hum! What was this place?

~Could work. Might need you. Yes. Others not enough. Mine now.~

 “Need me for what? I’m not.. I’m not yours! L.. leave me alone!” She squeaked, watching nervously as the glyphs grew closer to her, the mouse moving to the center of the hallway. Distracted as she was, she could occasionally glimpse a word or phrase that looked familiar. Was this.. code? Programming? Gods, she wished she’d paid attention in computer science class! That’s what this had to be, right? Some sort of hacker’s prank? She couldn’t convince herself of that, even as she tried to calm herself with that explanation. Something just felt wrong. The droning hum grew louder, and Lillan could feel her vision starting to fade, the pounding headache becoming worse still.

~Lillanmine. Safe. Use you for.. AGGGH!~ The voice broke into what sounded like a pained, anguished howl, like some sort of wounded beast-a sound made all the more unsettling by the broken, distorted quality of the voice, the white-blue lettering suddenly distorting, swirling, dispersing and vanishing.

And then, for a brief instant, she heard another, different voice.  Still distorted, but clearer, less painful. It ‘spoke’ only a single word.

~NO~

And then the darkness closed in around the mousegirl again, the pain vanishing as she slipped into unconsciousness.

“Sefra! She’s back! She’s back on the tracker!” shouted Russet, the skunk pointing excitedly at his monitor.

The bunny bolted upright, running over to peer at the screen. “Are you sure? What the hell happened to her?”

“I don’t know! She vanished right off our tracker after the teleported. “

“Well, can you figure out where she was?” Sefra asked, his brow furrowing.

“As far as I can tell, she wasn’t anywhere. Just like those other four, she just.. as far as the game was concerned, she wasn’t even online. Or, at least, as far as the tracking software was concerned.”

“So, she’s the only one to return after that?” Sefra drummed his fingers on the table as he leaned over Russet’s shoulder, thinking. “Well.. let’s just keep an eye on her. Let’s just keep an eye on her. If she’s responsible for anything, we don’t want to tip our hand. If she isn’t, we might still get some useful information from watching her..”

Her senses and thoughts slowly returning, Lillan could feel herself resting once more upon the ground, her back gently pressed into the damp earth. Why was she here? Where WAS here? She remembered falling out of the Hidden Bird, the brief jolt of teleportation, and then..  here. Something had happened between then and now, hadn’t it? Try as she might, she couldn’t focus her thoughts on whatever had transpired. It was almost as though those memories were actively avoiding any scrutiny, like some sort of half-remembered, fading dream. Had she just hit her head after the teleport? As Lillan gradually became aware of her body once more, she could feel her racing heart  returning to normal, the strange sense of tightness and dread within her stomach melting and draining away, and the wonderful feeling of a warm pair of lips pressed tightly to her own, a soft tongue sliding into her slightly open mouth..

Wait, what?

\tThe mousegirl’s eyes snapped open in surprise and mild alarm, finding herself face-to-face with a white-furred tiger. His lips were pressed quite firmly to hers, in a deep, soulful kiss. If it wasn’t a surprise, and she’d actually known the guy, it would honestly feel quite nice-truth be told, it did anyways. Still, startled and a little embarrassed, the mousegirl tensed her arms, trying to push the amorous feline off of her. “Mmmph!” Not expecting the shove, the tiger was easily dislodged, giving Lillan time to push herself back along the ground, scooting away from her.. well, he must be her opponent, right?

“Wh.. what the hell?!” Lillan stammered, wiping off her lips with her wrist. “What the hell were you doing?!”  Though her fur might hide the blush on her cheeks, the insides of her ears also flushed a deep scarlet, showing her embarrassment to the world as she glared at her ‘attacker. He was at least a foot taller than she was, his muscular, white-furred, black-striped body looking rather imposing as he drew himself up to his full height.

“Well, I found you unconscious.” He stated in a matter-of-fact way, as if the answer was patently obvious. He was dressed rather sparsely.. aside from an open, black-leather vest, the only other garments of note were a pair of black wool pants, and a simple scabbard, a dragon etched into the hilt of the sword. Oh, lovely. More edged melee weapons.

“So you decided to take that opportunity to kiss me?!” The mousegirl hissed, standing up as well as she brushed the dirt from her beige cargo pants-at least it wouldn’t show up well on her black shirt. Not that looks really mattered at the moment.

“Of course! After all that is how you’re supposed to awaken the sleeping beauty-a category you absolutely fell under. The tiger responded, grinning widely as Lillan began to blush again, the insides of her ears tinting red. “And it was an opportunity just too perfect to resist! I’m Jax, by the way. Jax Belle. It’s a pleasure to have such a lovely opponent.”

“I, uh. Right. I’m Lillan. Nice to, er, meet you, too.” The mousegirl nodded back, thrown off-balance by Jax’s advances-she was prepared for trash talk. She was not prepared for flattery! And it really didn’t help that his muscular form was pretty damn attractive, to boot. And that cute little bit of pudge around his tummy- it added to it all, almost nicely contrasting that toned physique. “Not that I’m complaining, but why didn’t you just eat me when you found me unconscious? How long was I out for, anyways” She asked, taking a few steps back from her opponent, eyeing the sword hanging at his side, her tail swaying a little. Damnit, she couldn’t let this flattery get to her. Focus, focus!

The tiger cocked his head to the side at that statement. “Not long. We dropped out of the Hidden Bird about 15 minutes ago, and I only found you a few minutes before you woke up. Hehe, and a pity, too! I’d have loved for a longer kiss..” He purred, his tail twitching. “And as for eating you while you were asleep? Why, what fun would that be? There’s no real enjoyment in devouring an unconscious opponent-they certainly don’t squirm as much, and you can’t toy with them.” He said, licking his lips as he crouched down, his muscles rippling slightly under his shirt-an effect that made Lillan’s toes curl. “Much more fun when they’re awake, I think!”

The mousegirl nodded slowly, regaining her mental balance as she grinned at her opponent. Oh, did he want to toy with her, too? He’d be in for a rude awakening, then. “Mm, I have to agree there. Trying to down someone who’s not putting up a fight really isn’t any fun, even if it is an easy win. Now, shall we begin the dance?” She asked, mocking a curtsey and smiling to Jax.

“With pleasure! Although I don’t suppose I could ask for one more kiss before the battle?” He asked, ears flickering hopefully, his long tail still swaying and twitching behind him. “After all, you seemed like you enjoyed that first one, despite your protests.”

Lillan winced and flushed a bit at that statement-it was true, it had been a nice kiss. Tapping the staff she’d been given into the ground, the mouse chewed on her lower lip. “Weee-lll..” She mused, pretending to consider the prospect while trying to get a good look at the battlefield-

\tIt looked as though they were both on a small path, no more than 3 meters wide. Gnarled, twisted trees (how typical, for a swamp!) dotted the edges of the trail, some with long, thick vines hanging down from their branches. The earthen path dropping off quickly into boggy marsh, and though Lillan couldn’t tell how deep it was, she suspected it was at least 2 or 3 feet to the ‘bottom’.

\tDarting her eyes back to Jax, she just shook her head. “Mm, nope, I’m sorry. You are really cute, but I think that kiss would end the fight right there. As much as I enjoyed that kiss, I enjoy winning a hell of a lot more.” She said, rubbing at the underside of her chin. “Tell you what! I’ll give you a kiss if you win, but if I come out on top, .. well, you’ll be giving me a little kiss.” She grinned wickedly, her toes digging into the dirt. “Fair enough?”

\t

The feline’s shoulders rose and fell as he shrugged, chuckling softly. “Can’t blame me for trying. A variant of that worked last time, though I did back her into a corner first.” He said, licking his lips once more before grinning. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’ll enjoy the experience as much as she did. Now, let’s start!” He exclaimed, pointing a finger at Lillan.

\t

Lillan laughed in response to that, her tail swaying eagerly. “Tch, we haven’t even started! Don’t get too co-yeep!” Lighting crackled and streaked from Jax’s outstretched finger, his body briefly flickering with flame. The surge of electricity struck Lillan square in the chest, the painful bolt crackling through her body.

 “Hope you’ve got ranged attacks, or this will be over fast!” Jax  pointed his finger at the mousegirl, preparing another blast.

Gritting her teeth, the mousegirl grinned through the pain, digging the stave she’d been given into the ground for just a moment. “Well, I’d hate to disappoint a cutey like you, Jax!” She said, swiping her free hand towards him, and bending her last two fingers in towards her palm-truth be told, the hand gestures weren’t at all necessary for her to use her abilities, but they just looked so dramatic! Jax tensed as he stared at her, anticipating an attack that never came. His brow furrowed in confusion as he shifted his stance-

As he tried to shift his stance. Glancing downward in surprise, Jax discovered that the ground beneath him had suddenly become.. much soggier than it had been. His paws were slowly dragged down into a mire that had sprung into existence beneath him.

Lillan took that moment of distraction to close in, slamming the wooden pole hard into the side of Jax’s head. The cat let out a yowl of pain as Lillan quickly sidestepped, circling around behind him- it put her near the edge of the path, but that didn’t matter: Jax couldn’t easily attack her from this position. Jax tried to turn his body to face her, his hand reaching for his sword, but his paws were stuck fast, and each tug or push seemed to cause them to sink a little deeper.  Lillan grinned as she began to rain blows down on his back, as she began to rain blows down on him, striking as quickly as she could. “Not exactly a ranged attack, but I think it works well, don’t you?”

With a frustrated growl, Jax’s tail suddenly lashed out, wrapping around Lillan’s wrist as the staff struck his body, preventing her from pulling away.  “Wh.. hey!” She growled, twisting in surprise and frustration. She barely noticed as Jax twisted a hand behind his back, palm facing towards the mousegirl’s general direction. As his body flashed with flame, a cone of swirling, jarring colors burst forth from his palm with a small flicker of flame, blasting right into Lillan’s eyes. With a screech of surprise and pain, the mousegirl staggered backwards as the tail let go of her wrist,, stunned by the sudden blast of photons. Moving quickly, Jax’s body flickered again, his form slowly rising upwards, feet pulling from that sucking mud with a wet schlorp as he lifted up into the air, hanging over Lillan’s head.  He grunted softly as he looked down at Lillan, shaking off the pain from her rapid assault.

“A cute trick by a cuter mouse. Here’s one of mine!” Jax gestured downwards, a small orb flying from his fingertips and striking the ground beneath him. The strange ball suddenly exploded outwards in a small, black wave, coating the ground (and some of Lillan’s lower body) with slippery, black grease. Still reeling and blinking the spots from her eyes, a staggering step nearly sent Lillan tumbling to the ground, her feet slipping dangerously on the slick surface. With a startled squeak, Lillan swiftly digs her stave into the ground to keep from falling over, wincing. “Shit! I.. wait. Grease? A spray of color? .. I swear to god if you pull out 3.0’s broken Timestop spell, you will experience this staff in such a way that you’ll be picking splinters out of your butt for a week!  Get back down here!”

“All’s fair in love and war, Lillan. And I treat these little matches like an opportunity for both!” He retorted, his tail swishing in a satisfied manor. “Mm, but if you’ve had enough of slipping around down there, I’d be happy to take my kiss.  And show you some of the things this tongue can really do.”

Lillan glowered at the feline, her competitive nature easily overwhelming any attraction to the feline. “As tempting as that offer might be, the, uh.. the only one who’s going to be shown anything is you!..” .. Now that was an inspired retort. “Damnit, just get back down here!” She hissed, looking quite unsteady as she tried her best to stay upright on the grease-coated path. Damnit, this was frustrating! She wasn’t out of tricks, of course: She could try to manipulate the vines lining the path to lash out at him, she could anchor herself in place, she could hurl massive mudballs and try to blind him or weigh him down-but none of those were very decisive, none really gave her any clear path to victory. Not that she was in danger of losing yet, either. That was the problem, really- it was increasingly looking like this might just be a battle of attrition. Victory would go to whoever exhausted last-and that was just too risky. She was not going to lose here, not just because she eventually got tired and made a mistake!

“Hah, hadn’t heard that one before!” Chortled Jax, leveling a finger at the stationary Lillan. “Really, though, I don’t suppose I could convince you to take the easy path, and just give me the kiss now? The ground’s far too slippery for you to dodge now.” He looked a little.. ‘softer’ as he asked that question, waiting for Lillan to reply as he kept on smiling.

“Like hell I will! You think I’m just going to give up because I haven’t got any footing?” She shouted back, an idea forming in her head as she shifted her stance on the ground.

Jax just shook his head, his body suddenly flaring as lightning shot from his fingers. Waiting for that visual cue, the mousegirl pushed hard on the ground with the walking stick, forcing her whole body to lunge backwards, diving away from the crackling blast of energy-right off the edge off the path.

“Not as slippery as where you’ll be going.” She muttered under her breath, thinking to herself as she fell towards the water. “Damnit, I wish I’d thought of that retort a minute ago.”

*Splsh!* The mousegirl disappeared beneath the murky water, vanishing from sight. A few moments later, her wooden walking stick pushed through the surface, one end bursting through the surface before landing back onto the water with a *plop*, bobbing softly. But there was no sign of the mousegirl who’d vanished into the water. His ears shifting with mild confusion, Jax touched down at the edge of the path, peering out into the murky swamp with a frown.

“Is she trying to drown herself to avoid outright losing?” Or perhaps she was lying in wait beneath the water? A grin spread across his face as he considered that second thought, pointing his finger at the water again. Behind him, unseen, the earth took a strange, damp look, the ground slowly ‘melting’ into a thick, sludgy slurry. “Well, let’s just  see if she’s still down there, then! One more lightning bolt should do the tri-“

Jax cut off with a startled yelp as a mud-coated hand suddenly shot up from the sodden, mire-like earth, grabbing hold of his ankle and pulling down, hard. “What the fu-AAAGGGH!” A quiet *zrrt*  and a faint scent of ozone and singed fur transformed Jax’s confusion into a startled cry of pain. His body shuddered once before collapsing on his back onto the grease covered ground, one mud-coated hand still wrapped firmly around his ankle.. and another pressing a taser to it.

“Gods, I’m glad I waterproofed this.”

Slowly, Lillan rose up from the mud, buoyed up by the ground itself as she used it to ‘push’ herself back onto the path. Her grey fur and clothing clung tightly to her pudgy body, now tinged brown with a thin coating of mud, her blue hair disheveled and soaked. The scent of moist earth filled her nostrils, which.. well, truth be told, wasn’t all that bad, if a bit stagnant. Raising a handpaw to her face, she pulled away the muddy, boxy glasses, grinning widely as she knelt next to her stunned opponent. With the taser still in one hand she carefully pulled Jax’s sword from it’s sheathe, laying it across her lap. She could see, now, why attacking from below worked so on her in the last match: it was something so few people expected! Jax just panted and winced, having trouble finding his voice.

“I’m so glad that worked! Never tried moving through damp earth using a nearby water source!  Looks like I get my kiss now, huh?” She asked, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she stood back up pointing the sword at Jax’s neck. Water from her soaked form ran down her hand, a small droplet forming at the tip of the sharp sword. “Tsk, if you can.. take it before I can move again! The fight’s not..nf.. not over, otherwise!”

The mousegirl laughed at that, her tail swiping and flicking eagerly behind her, sending a small spray of grime everywhere. “Hah! Well, let’s see if I can, then! Mm, but first-I think we should get you out of those clothes-you’ve gotten the back all greasy!” With a deft *snkit*, Lillan dragged the sword down along Jax’s body, down along his pants for easy removal. A bit cliché, but damnit, she was in a hurry! Pinning the fabric of his vest to the muddy earth with a footpaw, Lillan leaned down and rolled him over, pulling him free of that garment. With a small grin, the mousegirl rolled him two more times, turning his now-bare upper body over fully on that black, slick earth. When he finally came to rest on his belly again, the tiger’s once-white fur was stained a light black and grey, his stripes blending with the light coating of grease covering his form.

Carefully, Lillan moved over towards the stunned feline’s head, Jax’s eyes turning upwards to look at her. Working quickly as she wriggled out of her mud-soaked cargo shorts, pulling her soaked, clinging shirt up and off over her head. “These clothes are just so uncomfortable when they get wet, you know?” She said with a grin, letting both articles of clothing fall to the ground with a wet *plop*. Thankfully, the pants seem to have protected that portion of her body from the mud-she just looks soaked there, as opposed to mud-coated. The mouse wasn’t entirely nude at this point, either: while she seemed to be ‘going commando’, as it were, her grey-furred chest was mostly hidden by a simple black sports bra, which she did not seem inclined to remove at the moment.

With a happy little laugh, the mousegirl sat herself down in front of the stunned, wide-eyed kitty, spreading her legs on either side of his head. Jax’s ears flickered eagerly as the feline was given a rather.. enjoyable view of the mousegirl’s crotch, a pair of pink nether lips just barely visible through her soaked fur. “’T least the view’s nice..” He wheezed out, his body still unresponsive.

“Ah, I’m glad you like it! But it’s such a shame.. my muzzle is just coated with mud, and you’re all greasy now. I don’t think a face to face kiss would be a good idea at all! Mm.. but I can’t just break a promise to a cute hunk like you, can I?” She murmured, her eyes twinkling mischievously as she slowly scooted forwards, Jax’s crotch nestled between Lillan’s thighs, his nose just a few scant millimeters from Lillan’s fur. An earthy, muddy scent filled Jax’s nostrils, along with the scent of, well, wet mouse, but there was also something behind it- a heady, musky, almost sweet note, worming its way into Jax’s head. Lillan curls her toes, groaning softly as she feels his warm breath washing over her crotch, her tail whipping eagerly behind her. “H.. hey, this isn’t exactly what I meant with that bet!” Jax protested, seeing where this was headed-but unable to really prevent the mousegirl from doing what she’d planned. “Give me five minutes to get, er, ready, then I can-mmf!”

Lillan grabbed the back of Jax’s head as she clamped her thighs down around it, sealing his mouth shut as she murred. “Listen, kitty. I’m pretty sure you were intending to get your muzzle down there anyways, even if it was as I was sliding between your jaws, you’re just a bit.. ahead of schedule at the moment. I had a very frustrating first round, and I’m only here in round two ‘cause I lucked out. Your flirting, your body, that light-hearted teasing, that fight.. you’ve gotten me both worked up and a bit more frustrated, so now you’re going to help me blow of some steam.  Now, kiss.” She half-growled, that last command punctuated with a sharp squeeze of her water-logged thighs. Jax couldn’t even squeak as his muzzle was squished up against Lillan’s netherlips, his lips pressed to the mouse’s. Eager to distract his captor, and still too shocked from the taser to do much else, Jax began to ‘kiss’ and lick eagerly, his warm, rough tongue worming it’s way past Lillan’s parted lips, dragging and sliding across her nub. The invading appendage was greeted by a sharp, tangy flavor, musky and faintly sweet as it wormed about.

Lillan’s body shivered in response, those thighs sliding and rubbing alongside Jax’s head. “Mrrmm.. good kitty. Sh.. shame I can’t sit back and just.. a-aah.. enjoy this..” She mumbled, her hands still pressed to the back of Jax’s head, pushing a little harder. A shudder slid through her body as she felt that cold nose press against her warm, sensitive slit, grinning. “But.. nn.. if I let you just have your way down there, you’re gonna turn me into a panting, weak little.. mm.. mess, and I can’t have that! S.. so, I do hope you enjoy the trip!” She gave another little shove, and Jax could feel Lillan’s little slit expand and wrap around his nose, trapping it in a slick, warm heat. That powerful, heady musk filled his nostrils, blocking out all other scents as he growled in frustration, ceasing his oral ministrations beginning to wriggle slightly on the slick ground.

“Ooh? Is kitty starting to.. mmrm.. get his.. strength back?” The mousegirl gasped out, the insides of her ears now sharply tinted red as she began to flush. “I better hurry, then! Mmm.. I think I’m supposed to..” She shivered, applying just a little bit of pressure as his head began to slowly slip into her nether-lips, Jax unable to do much but watch and as that slippery, damp slit began to creep closer to his eyes “-think I’m supposed make some sort of ‘pussy’ joke here. But I-mm! I think I’ll just.. p..  push you deeper into my +1 mousetrap.” She panted out, grinning widely. With a sudden, hefty shove, Jax’s head was entirely forced into the mousegirl’s tunnel with a loud *schlup*, making a  lovely, wriggling bulge in her abdomen. Hot, sticky flesh rippled and squeezed at the trapped tiger’s head, grinding the mousegirl’s gooey, slippery fluids into his fur. A bit of that heady, musky fluid splattering into his mouth as he twisted and squirmed, the pheromone-laden nectar sliding down his throat.

Those warm, wet walls fluttered gently as Lillan  slid down around Jax’s neck, bracing herself to take in the trapped feline’s shoulders. Twisting and jerking her hips, she felt her netherlips spread wide-almost impossibly so-as she took in one shoulder, than the other. The pink undersides of her feet crinkled and wrinkled as she curled her toes at that wonderfully filling sensation moaning softly. “Oooh! Oooh.. I need this.” She panted softly, shivering and grinning as she watched that wonderfully muscled body slowly squished into her hungry little sex.

“What the hell was that about it not being fun if they weren’t putting up a fight?!” Jax gasped out, his head mashing up against a tight ring of flesh. He could hear her flesh squelching around him, tensing tighter before going limp again, but always pressed firmly to his body, given how much he was stretching her. His muscles still weren’t responding well, but if he could just get a little more time, he might be able to fire off another spell at her..

 “Nn! Well, it’s true,  this‘d probably be more fun if I let you.. ooh.. recover fully from the taser first..” The mousegirl giggled, barely able to focus enough to anchor her footpaws to the ground as she slowly pulled herself up onto her feet, dragging Jax into a sort of awkward kneeling position. If his head wasn’t pressed deep inside her nethers at the moment, his muzzle would be facing the mousegirl’s crotch. “And if this wasn’t a tournament, I might be tempted to take this slow and tease you. Joke about where you’re going, what I’ll do, tickle and pin you, grind up and down your chest, press you underfoot..” The thought of getting to tease that muscular tiger like that just seemed to make her a bit damper in there, ears flickering. “But I don’t feel-haaah-l-like risking a loss right now. Toying.. nn.. toying with a seemingly defeated opponent is the main downfall o-of evil O-overlords, y.. you know! Big v.. villain fallacy.” She panted softly, shifting and wriggling as she moved so that she was sort of squatting over Jax’s kneeling body, small bits of warm, sticky fluids beginning to dribble down his body. Small droplets of Lillan’s nectar beaded up on top of his greased-up-fur, sliding and dribbling down, dropping to the earth in long, ropy strands, the grease keeping them from soaking in.

The mousegirl closed her eyes and tilted her head upwards as she mentally prepared herself. She needed to get him in quickly. His hands, at least! And thanks to that grease he’d spread all over the ground, it had been pretty easy to get his upper body all nice and slippery. “In you go!” She shouted, before suddenly shoving her hips downwards, squat-sitting down on upper body. With his shoulders already squeezed into her tunnel, Lillan simply slid down his slickened form, squealing as her body was stretched and distorted by the sudden addition of more of the feline’s body. “A-Aaaaaah!”

Inside, Jax’s face was suddenly shoved, almost painfully, against Lillan’s cervix, smeared against the damp valve. After just a few moments, the pressure became too great, forcing his muzzle through the barrier *pop* into the waiting murine womb. His neck and shoulders followed quickly as Lillan’s stretched lips easily slid down around his grease-coated form, his head mashed up into the far wall. Her smell was stronger in here, almost overpoweringly so-a musky, rich, almost sweet smell, heavily laden with pheromones. It smelled.. well, like sex, really. He could here a soft gasp from his opponent as he was pressed into the warm, soft flesh, feeling it yield and stretch beneath him like some sort of living, silken sponge. The texture was odd-a sort of squishy, rippled, spongy sort of flesh, utterly coated with slick, sticky fluids. It was hot, too-a sort of cloying, sticky heat, not unlike the fluid smeared along the walls of his prison. The sound of Lillan’s rapid heartbeat and quick, shallow breathing filled his ears, driving home just how excited the mousegirl was to have him there, his body filling her innermost chambers. Soon, his chest was jammed in with him, his torso forced to curl ever so slightly. He twisted his head in frustration as he felt the mousegirl’s netherlips come to a rest just below his belly, a hand gently pressing against him through the stretched flesh.

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With Jax’s hands trapped against his thighs, Lillan relaxed slightly, stopping her descent for just a moment, crouching low to the ground as fluids still dribbled and dripped around the captive wolf, flowing a bit more copiously now. She knew it was a little unrealistic, for her to be as dripping as she was, for the inside of her womb to be like an erogenous zone, for her womb to be as damp as it was going to be-she hadn’t really ‘built’ (or perhaps just ‘imagined’?) that section of her insides to be based on actual biology, but, hell, how realistic was it to shove someone a good foot taller than you up there? It was so much more fun this way, and it was a good deal easier to get people in without any extra lubrication! Pawing gently at the shifting, writhing bulge in her abdomen, Lillan smiled softly as she slowly allowed herself to flop backwards, laying down on the ground again as she stroked over the large lump in her body-about half a tiger to go! Her footpaws groped and shifted as they tried to snag into his sliced pants, tugging at them to start sliding them off.

As she tugged his pants off, the cat’s tail sudden whipped upwards and towards Lillan’s neck. Twisting her arm into the tail’s path, she quickly wrapped her fingers around it, holding it tightly in place as muffled curse words filtered through from her bulging midsection. “Oooh, bad kitty! Almost.. ooh.. forgot you could do that. That’s.. gotta be a feat or something, right?” She teased, unable to let that D&D connection go as she slipped his pants all the way off.

With a small little grin, Lillan leaned forwards just a little, sliding her free handpaw under Jax’s body and groping around his crotch, searching for something she couldn’t see. “Aha! Here we..mmrmmm are..” She giggled, feeling some hard evidence that the tiger was, despite his protests, rather.. excited with the whole process, never the less! “Don’t want to bend that painfully.. let’s just get that lined up and inside....” She grunted a little as she pressed her hand, and its contents, up against Jax’s belly, before giving a small tug with her tunnel and drawing his hips entirely into her body, his tail slowing sliding through her grip as she held it in place. A sharp, muffled howl of pleasure greeted Lillan’s ears as her silken tunnel walls ground and rubbed over the newest bit of anatomy to slide into her body.

Lillan could feel Jax starting to wriggle and squirm quite a bit now, his movements which only seemed to provoke Lillan along, small beads of sweat forming on her forehead as she battled with herself, staving off climax as she dragged him ever deeper. With a slick little *splorp*, Jax’s hands vanished from view, his legs flailing and kicking about as they slowly, surely, slipped into drooling little nethers, the tip of his tail thrashing and twisting in Lillan’s grip, seeking to break free. Each contraction of the mouse’s tunnel elicited a small yelp, gasp, or groan from the tiger, the grinding, rippling tunnel of flesh currently teasing along a very sensitive bit of his anatomy. Her toes curled a little as she thought about what it must look like in there, half wishing she’d had a glow stick to send in after him-she’d love to give him a nice little inside view! Yes, that was.. that was something she’d have to remember, the next time she did this to someone.

It was getting hard to think now, as she slowly slurped up Jax’s thighs, along his plantigrade legs. Those would feel interesting, she thought-it would make it easier for him to kick and shove.. all the more fun for her! She was dimly aware of him shouting from deep within, his legs flailing and kicking helplessly as they were drawn deeper still. His struggle just seemed to elevate Lillan’s pleasure, a small puddle of fluid forming beneath her rump. Those warm, velvet walls were fluttering a little now, convulsing and twitching as the mouse’s climax drew closer, the squirming, gasping, panting Lillan doing everything in her power to hold it off.

Soon, there was nothing but the tip of Jax’s wriggling tail (the mouse having had to let it go to continue taking him inwards) and a pair of paws, sticking out from an impossibly bloated mousegirl. Her belly shifted and twisted as its captor thrashed, his toes splayed wide as the mouse’s tunnel ground against him, paws running and rubbing at that enormous bulge. Her own pink toes splayed wide as she felt herself building closer and closer, until, with a sharp, happy squeal, the mousegirl finally felt herself topple over that edge, unable to contain herself no longer. Her toes curled tightly as her womb and tunnel clenched, squeezing and pulling hard on her opponent. A small spurt of juices followed as his footpaws and tail vanished from sight, Lillan’s netherlips staying slightly parted as Jax was pulled up into the mousegirl’s waiting womb, curled into a fetal position within the gooey, churning chamber, a small puddle of fluid having formed at the bottom. Caught in the throes of pleasure, Lillan almost thought she heard Jax cry out, too, but she was enjoying this too much to care either way. After a few more seconds, the mousegirl’s whole body went limp on the path. A few beads of sweat dotted her forehead despite her soaked state, her toes curling and uncurling happily

“Oooh, that was almost exactly what I needed, Jax..” Lillan managed to pant out, her toes curling and uncurling as she basked in the afterglow, feeling Jax starting to struggle and thrash. “Mrrm. I haven’t quite worked out all my frustration, but.. then again, this battle isn’t exactly over yet, is it?” She cooed, squeezing her womb tightly around Jax. “Hehe, after all, you’re not all melty yet, are you? Hope you’ve.. g.. got a good grapple check, or this is the end of the road for you!” She grinned wickedly at that thought, too bloated to sit up or even roll over.. until she dealt with Jax, she was entirely immobile.

Jax’s fur was utterly soaked as he twisted about in the hot, slippery womb. Aside from the deep, measured breathes Lillan was trying to take, and the mouse’s rapid, throbbing heartbeat (he could feel the womb translating that pitter-pattering heart into small, light throbs), the only thing Jax could hear was Lillan’s voice, and the slick, gooey *sclorping* of his body shifting within Lillan’s. The flesh here clung tightly to his body, wrapping and distending around his form, stretching Lillan’s abdomen immensely even when curled into a fetal position. He wasn’t really even sure how he was oriented: held as tightly as he was (and with the mousegirl resting on the ground), it was difficult to tell what was up and what was down. There was only the moist, dripping darkness, grinding and sclorching against him.

With a frustrated grunt, Jax pushed his footpaws out against that soft, yielding wombflesh as hard as he could. It was difficult to find purchase, as slick as the walls were, but he could feel her soft, spongy flesh starting to distend outwards, an outline of his foot visible to any onlooker. His captor seemed to enjoy this struggle, a soft, gasping moan filtering in through the murine’s stretched flesh. Suddenly, the womb-walls pushed back, squeezing powerfully as it struggled to force him back into a fetal position, grinding and rubbing against him, like some sort of massive stomach. The fluids seemed to warm him slightly, but it was difficult to tell in this sweltering heat. “I like to go deep with girls, but not this deep. I’m at, what, 11th base?” He muttered, giving another shove as he tried to figure out a way out of the womb. The mouse’s musky, powerful scent and cloying, sticky flesh made it a little difficult to think, her womb churning and squeezing much like a stomach.

Damnit, there had to be a way out of this! But the entrance was clenched shut, and he couldn’t ‘hit’ her from in here.. everything was too stretchy and squishy, even if he could get the leverage to attack. Suddenly, his ears perked up in the squishy depths of the womb, the cat laughing softly in the darkness. He wasn’t completely helpless. Pressing his handpaws to Lillan’s womb, a flash of heatless fire surrounded his body-

-And for an instant, he could see. There wasn’t much too see-soft, mottled pink flesh, glistening and damp-and then the light went out again, his hands crackling with electricity as he shocked Lillan from within.

“YEEOOOAAAH!” Lillan squealed with surprise as a sudden jolt coursed through her body, her womb clenching tightly around Jax in response, threatening to crack a rib or too-before it let back up, the walls fluttering gently as Lillan whimpered and gasped. “Ooh! That.. that was.. mean!” She panted, struggling to move a hand to her bulging abdomen. “Nn, but that.. felt kinda good, too.” She shivered, her toes curling. Her womb seemed to grow.. damper in response to that, still churning and squeezing gently at Jax’s body-Not as strongly as before, but still moving. Pawing and groping in the darkness, Jax’s paws felt a small little ring of flesh, slightly relaxed from the sudden shock.. aha! Forcing his paw against it, he started to push the paw back out through Lillan’s cervix, trying to work another paw in there.

“A-aah!” Lillan gasped, twisting and squirming as she felt Jax starting to worm his way back out. “Ooh, n.. no you don’t, kitty!” She panted, groaning and squirming-ye gods, but this was amazing! And the way his bulge shifted and moved as he started to push out, a small little lump forming and moving down her abdomen.. the sight just mad her shiver. “Try as you might, you’re g.. gonna be mouse cum! Not.. gonna let you back out!” She grunted, trying to clench tightly in an attempt to keep him inside. The muscles did indeed respond, but not as strongly as Lillan might have liked-the pressure wasn’t enough to simply pin the sorcerer in her womb. She took solace in the fact that his bulges seemed a little less well defined than they had been when she’d ‘taken him in’, and that she didn’t seem as incapacitated from that shock as he had been from the taser-perhaps it was her damp body conducting the electricity away into the ground more easily, or perhaps her insides were a bit more resistant to damage and shock than the rest of her. Or perhaps she was simply far less damaged than Jax was: she had gotten a good beating in, for at least a few minutes.

“Hah! We’ll.. nff.. see about that, mousie! I’ll.. mm.. get that kiss yet!” The tiger taunted back, his paws kicking and pushing at the womb as he tried to force himself back out. It was difficult-there was little leverage within Lillan’s womb, especially given how easily it distended. Lillan’s attempt at clenching and holding him firmed things up a little, giving him a more solid (if still slippery) surface to push off of. Jax tried hard to keep himself motivated, to stave off his own worries-he was definitely having a harder time pushing than he should have. It was like his body itself was getting softer, soggier.

“N.. no! You’re mine!” Lillan squeaked, groaning again as he pushed and shifted, forcing his way deeper. “I will.. nnf.. not.. gonna.. lose!” She panted, struggling against the squirming Jax. She could feel that hand slithering up her tunnel, pushing and writhing, before briefly bursting free, pushing out into the cool, open air.. before a sudden contraction pulled it back in, the mouse girl struggling hard to keep him contained. “You’re.. not gonna last much longer, a.. anyways!” With a determined squeeze, she felt his arm slowly back dragged towards her womb.

“I don’t need much longer, Lillan! I’m almost.. free!” He shouted, pushing a hand to the inside of her tunnel as he prepared to shock her once more. The first shock had, after all, weakened her ability to resist greatly, hadn’t it?

“AAAAGGGGHHH!” Once more, electricity coursed through Lillan’s most sensitive areas, her body bearing down hard on the tiger-and dragging him all the way back into the mousegirl’s womb. It was sopping wet in here now, to the point that there seemed to be a very small puddle of fluid forming at the ‘bottom’ of her womb, pooling around his body. A frustrating setback, but nothing he couldn’t handle. Groping around in the darkness, Jax searched for the mousegirl’s cervix once more, smiling to himself as he found it and pressed his paw against it.. only to feel his hand deform and squish instead of pushing through. “What? NO!” He shouted into the darkness, pushing harder.

“Aww, t.. too soft too push through now?” Lillan taunted between gasps for breath, her footpaws lifting weakly off the ground a little as she drew towards a second climax. “I’ve heard that.. mmmrmm.. happens to some guys. I think they make some medicine for it!” She sniggered, still trying to recover from the aftereffects of that shock as her womb started to flutter and squeeze weakly. One handpaw rubbed at her breasts while the other tried to work around her massive belly, teasing at her own nethers. His bulge was much less defined now.. more a simple ‘orb’ of stretched, swollen mouseflesh than a clearly-defined person.

“I was so close!” The cat growled in frustration, trying to kick and shove at the womb walls as they started to squeeze him tighter still-but he’d softened too much. He could barely dent the walls now, his body just sort of ‘squishing’ against them, like he was made out of some sort of slime. His mind started to fog with.. panic? Pleasure? He couldn’t tell, just that it was becoming increasingly difficult to think at all. His whole form felt heavy and bloated now, the tiger trying to lit his hands for one last, desperate shock, hoping it might offer him some avenue of escape-but his arms felt so heavy. And it was so nice and warm in here.. no! Shifting and wriggling, he tried to press his hands.. what he was pretty sure were his arms.. out against Lillan’s womb walls, feeling them pressing him tighter and tighter, squeezing him uncomfortably as he desperately worked to fire off his spell.

And then, with a sudden, sharp cry of pleasure, Lillan’s womb clenched tightly, destroying all of Jax’s hopes of escape with it. With a moist *gltch*, Jax’s body broke apart into a mass of sticky, musky fluids, borne out of the womb in a sudden, rushing flood. Sticky, semi-clear liquids spurted out of the mousegirl as she arched her back off the ground, fingers digging into the damp soil as what was once her opponent turned into a sticky mess on the ground in front of her. Just a warm, steaming puddle, marred only by a few flecks of unmelted fur.

“Oooh, kitty..” Churred the mostly-nude-mousegirl, using one hand to lever herself into a sitting position. “Thanks. I really, really needed that after the last fight.” She wobbled a little as she stood up, a few long, sticky dribbles of the once-cat dripping from her crotch as she picked up her clothing and glasses.  She clearly hadn’t expelled all of him.. the mousegirl sported a nice, sloshing belly, perhaps the size of a basketball. She could feel a wonderful, soft warmth slide through her body as she began to absorb the melted remains of the feline.. it made getting back into these wet shorts a little less unpleasant as she began to slowly absorb the fluid.

Leaning up against one of the nearby trees, Lillan made a small gesture, mentally willing a log of events into existence. As she scrolled through, the mousegirl’s brow wrinkled in mild confusion.

The log seemed to have recorded a 45 minute stretch of.. well, nothing, really. Ordinarily, this wouldn’t bother her: she was unconscious for a while, and the log wouldn’t record anything during that time. But.. she’d only been out for 15 minutes, right? Maybe Jax had just been lying to her, or mistaken about the time. But something nagged at the back of her head that she was forgetting something. What was it? It was so close, hiding on the edge of memory. Damn, what could it-

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The sound of approaching rotors distracted Lillan, her train of thought fading away into memory. That must be the Hidden Bird.. she’d better make sure she wasn’t forgetting anything!  Oh, oh, a trophy, of course! Looking about frantically, the mouse’s eyes landed on Jax’s scabbard, a small smile crossing her lips. A simple trophy, but a memorable one, even if he didn’t use his sword. And who knows? It could prove useful. Picking the sheathe off of the ground, the mousegirl brushed it off, clutching it to her damp fur as the glow of battle faded, slowly becoming aware of just how cool these swamps were. “I hope I can get my clothes dried before the next fight.” She mumbled, brushing at her pants, before looking up at the sky, looking for the approaching airship “Chase better not have lost, either...”

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