“Hm?” Hope turned to Phoebe as she shouted out a warning. Not seeing what she had as she was focused on delivering those cuts to the same spots in the wall speeding up the process of getting through it. She wouldn't have noticed until the creature was practically coming through the wall.

Shoved Hope tumbled away. The Nagai weapon clattering off the floor.

BOOM!

The wall exploded as the saurian collided with it. Weakened metal and blaster flying everywhere. Hope, being prone, was incredibly lucky. The medical droid was not as fortunate. Metal lanced through it's chassis causing a cascade of electrical sparks to flow over it. The droid was obliterated with all that shrapnel.

There was simply no time to get her arm up to launch a bolt. Nor did Slarr do it surprised himself that the creature was so strong. However, with but a though she became smoke. Phoebe felt weird. Conscious she was able to see everything within the smoke and all around it as if her eyes were at the extreme edges of that cloud.

She saw Hope attempting to get up. Saw the shattered droid. Saw the saurian pull back a clawed arm and swing mere moments before she became smoke. She felt her body move then flow back together as that claw past through the space where she had been.

The wall was destroyed and she could easily see into he other room. There was another smaller saurian there. The scientist. The door opened allowing a few armed security droids to enter at the sound. Processing what all the commotion was. Fortunately she obstructed the view into the room being thick smoke near the wall. Whether the droids had infrared vision or not was something she would find out shortly.

Blaster bolts were fired into the smoke. She felt their heat but didn't feel any pain. Hope was lucky that she wasn't standing as even those blind shots might have brought her back down. Some hit the saurian who snarled more in annoyance then anything. It raged and continued to advance into the room. Massive claws swiping out to little effect. The swings and blaster shots did cause portions of her body to drift away for a moment before coming back together.

This unusual state was tough to adapt to. She found that she could cause that smoke to drift or move in a particular direction. It was clear that she would be affected as smoke was.

“Ceassse fire!” The scientist bellowed at the droids. A pair of droids advanced. Weapons aimed at the smoke. The other two were drawing the scientist away to the door planning to exit with their charge. As far as Phoebe could tell the droids were stationed outside figuring an attack would come from the halls. The large saurian was with the smaller one, not that he wasn't large himself.

The three saurians being related, a father and his two sons. Fortunately the other son as far as she knew was still in the brig. It looked as if time was running out. The scientist about to be on the move again. Yet if she advanced the saurian would see Hope or at least the advancing droids would. So clearly she had a decision to make fast.

She felt that she could move fast in this form provide that their was nothing working against her. Having to pull herself together too would cause delays even if the attacks did her no harm. But so far the blasters and swings were fairly trivial and she could coalesce her form fast enough.

Staring certain death in the face, the act of saving Hope in the nick of time would’ve been her end without that card allowing her to turn into smoke. She expected it to be bad, but not that bad. The Saurian’s charge caused the wall to burst apart and send shrapnel flying everywhere. Not even the medical droid, whose distance from the impact would’ve been far greater, ever stood a chance. Those initial moments were utter chaos with claws and discharged weapons tearing her new form apart, but while it took some getting used to, it was better than the alternative.

Likewise, the whole experience made it easier to forget about the smoke devil’s maddening erotic torment though it’d likely come rushing back once she materialized as her usual self again. She’d find out sooner or later, but for the moment she had other things to worry about.

Time was of the essence. The scientist was on the move. Security would likely be notified of their presence here in due time though it was hard to say whether everything they’d wreaked havoc on as of late wouldn’t give them a bit of a window to respond. The primary issue would be where the smaller Saurian would be going to next. They’d always assumed finding the labs would be good enough. If they couldn’t eliminate him here, they’d be at a disadvantage yet again.

However, Hope was still here. Someone was bound to notice her if Phoebe darted after their original target. She didn’t know how long it’d take her to get that blade back either. Hot blooded she may be, but even now she’d have been hard pressed to abandon her comrade, especially if defensive measures were pretty low with just a handful of droids within view and that one Saurian of course.

The smoke broke off into the direction opposite of where Hope had been situated at the time. Phoebe hoped everyone’s attention would remain on her, or rather what she happened to be at the time, keeping the other petite agent out of sight in an effort to give her time to recover, perhaps enough of a fighting chance to ambush those droids assuming they were closer to her. From there, it shouldn’t be too much of a bother to dispose of one more Saurian and give chase again.

As expected, however, blaster bolts did nothing to the Saurian’s tough scaly hide. The Nagai weapon, on the other hand, could pierce the damn beast’s exterior, and they still had that one grenade somewhere. She did regret not trying to torch the other reptile in the brig, thus giving her no real clue as to how effective flames would be, but it’d be the easier target to dispatch of given that it’d likely track the smoke and how prominent it was. Whether droids would fall to the fire was another matter she’d rather not explore and leave dealing with them to Hope.

After retreating as far into the shrapnel speckled med bay as she could, the smoke began to merge into one and the same blonde vixen again. If there wasn’t enough time to launch another bolt at the lumbering hunk of a man, that might still be a sufficient enough distraction for Hope to join the fray at full force, cleaning up the small security detachment that had been on site.

The smoke shrouded things. As she drifted farther away into the medical room she could make out several things. The saurian now freed from the smoke swung his head back and forth looking for his target. The droids stopped just shy of entering the room and from where she was she was unable to see them or what was going on in the other room.

Slarr's attentions slammed back into her once she relinquished that power. Or at least it had felt as if it had. The few seconds without that exposure only made it feel that much greater once it returned even if it had not increased. Essentially she was in the corner of the room behind the saurian who failed to notice her. Yet his eyes fell upon the prone Hope and he had taken steps towards her, His clawed arm raising up stopped by Phoebe as she launched a bolt of flame at the back of his head.

The saurian growled turning in her direction. The back of his head discolored a little from that flame just as she noted areas of his back that had showed signs of the marks left by the blaster bolts. Clearly it would take more than that to fell the beast. Maybe a sustained blast would do the trick if she had a few minutes of targeting one spot.

It charged at her and may have reached her had not an explosion gone off. It was hard to say what happened but Phoebe witnessed the shrapnel of the droids shoot into the room. The explosion emanating from the lab. Which caused the deck to tremble enough to unbalance the charging beast.

Sprinklers went off in the labs. This gave her just enough time to react. It was close. If not for it loosing it's footing it might have been atop her. It's reactions far quicker than her eye could follow. This allowed her to become smoke just in time to feel a claw sail through the place she had been.

Her sexual torment ended again for a brief moment. Only then had all her sneaking and evasion finally catch up to her and she found herself becoming solid almost as soon as she became insubstantial.

“Out of juice -” Phoebe would feel a clawed hand adhere to her throat as she was lifted off of her feet only the face the growling form of the saurian. His other hand clawed at her chest simultaneously attempting to tare open the suit and harm her at the same time.

Slarr cried out, the torn area of the suit becoming smoke that reached out to that clawed hand only to wrap around hit like a boxing glove. The saurian struggled against his hold, obviously much stronger than Slarr but it bought her a few more seconds. Slarr simply didn't want to be harmed and while her time was up in using his power Slarr was free to continue playing or observing as he wished. He was probably breaking a few rules but he didn't care about a game on a planet he wasn't going back to for a few centuries at least.

While the saurian struggled with Slarr it roared out upon Hope cutting into his wounded back. Phoebe was dropped, the saurian swung that arm back against Hope who just managed to duck and roll backwards. The saurian finally tore it's other arm free which was followed up by another Slarr scream. Smoke pooling back to the suit as it became whole again. All that sexual attention fading as Slarr was focused on his own wounds.

The smoke devil was muttering to himself even as the saurian turned to face Hope. It was thin but Phoebe saw the slice in the scales along the back. It was hard to say if the cut was deep but it did get the brute's attention. Charging at Hope now it gave her a few seconds to recover. This time there would be no tremors in the deck of the ship. One way or another the scenario would end shortly it seemed.

“Oh, fuck ..” So much for incinerating a whole damn Saurian. All she managed was a small reminder that she was still there before that brute charged her again. What bought that precious second to turn into smoke had been another explosion of some kind. Hope might’ve tossed the grenade they still had straight into the labs, detonating whatever droids may have been coming their way. She had her doubts. Something else might’ve been exploding given the internal damage they’d caused throughout their little adventure, or somehow the fleet caught up with them here. In any case, things weren’t looking too great for them.

The sprinklers peppered her newfound form with a whole fountain of water droplets. Such bothersome circumstances didn’t last long, however, for the card’s time appeared to have been up for real as Phoebe turned solid once more, immediately grasping at her throat when the Saurian lifted her up with ease.

“Ghrk! Hlrk! C-Can't breathe!” She fought, but to no avail. It was more helpless flailing about than anything else. Those claws made her think she’d be torn apart at a moment’s notice, but only then did it become apparent they struck her bodysuit instead. A familiar voice cried out, but not her own. Was Slarr still here?

It dropped her like a bad habit. Some of what happened then eluded her senses. She’d been too busy struggling back to her feet and drawing breath, inhaling deeply to recover much needed oxygen. With all the attention upon her finally fading, the aftermaths of all that pent up desire were none too pleasant, but at least not as crippling as enduring them any further. Still, one could only assume Slarr had been injured to a degree, or at least endured pain for her sake or merely getting caught up in the crossfire. Regardless, he prevented her from losing the fight right then and there.

“Thanks,” Phoebe gasped out to her unforeseen savior in black, then quickly sought out the scaled monster currently engaged in battle with the other agent. She noticed that cut along his back, an opening even the likes of her may be able to exploit without Nagai weaponry. Could it be worth a shot? That thing moved fast, faster than she could, and who really knew how long it’d have its back turned to her? She’d be lucky to get a hit in.

Scrambling back onto wobbly legs and glancing off towards equally devastated labs, that scientist would be out of her reach. Though blasters lay scattered about, they wouldn’t be of much use against a Saurian. No, Hope would be more suitable for the task at hand. The petite blonde thus made haste to collect a length of shrapnel that could be used as a shank or some such blade, then broke into a dash to try and assist her friend in dispatching this abomination.

Slamming the blade into the creature’s back had been her only option. She’d not pierce that hide in a million years otherwise and determined that exploiting the existing cut made for the only viable choice. Whether jamming it in there, or carving that opening further with a straight downward pull and all the force one of her kind could muster, perhaps it’d allow her to do some damage. If not, she may still act as a distraction, providing Hope with another opening.

Slarr was silent for the time being. While the pain he felt wasn't physical that backlash of mental energy that hit him felt far too real. He took a moment collecting himself. Portions of the suit that were torn away became smoke drifting back to Phoebe and knitting the suit whole once more.

He would manipulate his body to a degree. As long as it all was connected and that attack tore a portion away from the whole. Far more than his ejaculate which didn't register. Either because it was too small or returned to his body in short order Slarr didn't think of it much.

He cursed the creators of this came. But then again he disliked most other Belzar in the first place.

Phoebe sized up the situation quickly. Glancing into the lab she saw that it was a mess. Several droid parts were scattered about and the walls were scorched. It was a bit smoky in there too. Hope really got that grenade off. Unfortunately there was no saurian body that she saw in that quick look. Lab equipment was tossed all about and if the scientist was in there he may have been hidden from view.

Most of the blaster carbines near her were damaged but there was plenty of shrapnel. Arming herself with what was once a piece of droid she decided to target the injured back. Not trusting her aim in this dire circumstance she rushed toward the creature. Her first few strides went unnoticed then the saurian heard her.

From there so much happened that it was difficult to process it all. That saurian whirled around. He seemed to grin, his body hunching down as he readied to spring at her. Only then was he struck again by Hope. His reflexes were quick, he spun around launching a claw in that direction.

Either Hope sprang back or blocked the claw and was driven back. But as he exposed himself once more Phoebe noted that the wound was a bit wider. That last strike almost spot on where it had been before.

But it was only so quick and Phoebe found the piece of metal finding it's mark. Able to bypass the scales and get at the muscle there was little impeding her blow. The muscles were tough but yielded. It took all her effort but she managed to get the improvised weapon a few inches inside the beast. He roared out or at least tried. What came out was more of a crock then anything. She must have punctured a lung. With any hope he had the equivalent of a sucking chest wound.

Again she had his attention. Hope was too far back to help but that wasn't necessary. After a pair of plodding steps the creature crashed to the deck. Blood spilling out of his mouth. It left her to question how many more of the saurians were left. There was the scientist and his two sons one of which was dealt with on the other ship. Here there was this one and the one back at the brig assuming they were not one and the same. If so that would be a relief but given the difficulty she set the scenario to there was no telling if there were a lot more on this vessel.

With the saurian down and taking his last breaths Phoebe could see Hope using her sword to get up to her feet. She'd see the blood on her torso from that last attack that she had thought the agent had avoided.

“Still alive ...” She spat up some blood then gave her a shaky thumbs up.

Something gave. No matter how fast or strong that Saurian had been, previous injuries allowed for one decisive plunge to connect, breaching flesh and muscle alike. She recoiled after the impact, unable to extract the same crude shrapnel blade with which the petite woman impaired him. What followed had been more akin to evading the beast’s unfocused steps and subsequent descent rather than continuing the fight as usual. A few coordinated steps later and the creature lay at her feet, heaving up blood in those final moments of his.

If not for the lack of footwear, Phoebe might’ve jammed the weapon in deeper with a solid kick, then for fear of stopping the bleeding yank it back out with all her might. Glaring down at her opponent, however, that seemed more than unnecessary. Another one of their kind was biting the dust. The ones they faced came up to a solid four, two of which were dead or on their way out of this world. There was that scientist and the unconscious one back at the brig though they looked alike to the point that telling them apart would’ve been even more of a headache than just killing them outright.

Savoring more of those panting breaths to feed into her weary form, a faint smile crested her lips, followed by a relieved pair of eyes darting towards the other agent. “Ah .. ha .. Fucking hell .. We did it! We-“

She froze at the sight. Adrenaline ebbed whereas the blonde’s heart sank into her knees. Far deeper than that, actually, considering the state her friend wound up in. It appeared their luck had run out not once, but twice in short order. “Oh my God .. Hope!” As relief regressed into horror, the young woman quickly jumped past their fallen foe and towards the struggling femme fatale.

Lust came rushing back, if only for a moment, before being smothered by a sense of urgency and concern of equal strength. Slarr practically vanished from her mind when Phoebe caught Hope, wary that she may fall, attempting to take some of that weight onto herself. “A-Alright .. I’ve got you, Hope. The fight’s over. You’ve fought well. Don’t force yourself to keep going.” She couldn’t fake a smile here, not knowing how grievous those lacerations were though a Saurian’s claw left little to be desired in that regard.

Phoebe would help set her back down if she was simply in no condition to keep going. Anxious eyes roamed over the lithe beauty, attempting to size up those injuries and come up with a plan to staunch those wounds. How severe was her bleeding? How deep were the cuts? Should she have thrown the shrapnel and hope for the best, not wait for an opportunity to strike? Would that have helped her companion avoid injury? What could she even hope to see with all that blood getting in the way? At the distance they were at earlier, Hope wasn’t looking to hot. Up close, that certainly didn’t change.

“It’s going to be fine. You’re wounded, but we’ll fix this somehow, don’t worry about it,” Phoebe blurted out in a hurry, more to herself than the other agent. She hadn’t died in the game herself, which left her unaware what it was like, but it wasn’t her first time seeing one of her comrades injured in battle against other alien threats. She’d not downright panic and fumble a chance to try and make this right, thus scanned the premises for anything useful in that regard unless Slarr himself could be persuaded to use his physics defying powers to help.

“Can you help?” Whether the situation was that dire or not, it couldn’t hurt to draw upon this particularly valuable resource. Since he had been struck earlier, however, she wouldn’t exactly count on it. Nor did she expect him to switch hosts for a while.

Still, with the grenade going off earlier, the lab would be a mess, as would likely be any salvageable equipment that could improve Hope’s current condition. She’d hate to leave her like this, even for a moment to look for something of use, but would do so if it couldn’t be helped.

As for winning the game, well, who really knew how far that scientist managed to run? What if he got too far for her team to win regardless? She may very well be hopeless with that blade on her own unless the little devil adhering to her charms decided to keep bending the rules more than he already had. Missing out on a dinner date with Luna wasn’t something she’d regret either, at least if that meant abandoning Hope in the process. There’d be other opportunities to have a pleasant meal out, that’s for sure.

Hope was bloodied from earlier. This, however, was far from a few bloody stains on her uniform. The majority of her chest was exposed now but all that crimson made it impossible to distinguish flesh from cloth. There was nothing at hand to clean the wound and Hope didn't even try.

Helped up she buckled and nearly collapsed back down on a knee and would have if not for her sword and Phoebe supporting her. The wound looked bad. Only probing the wound would tell just how deep it was but the agent grunted with each movement. Her pain receptors had been turned up as well.

“J-Just finish this. The sooner you kill that bastard the sooner the scenario ends. Here.” Hope gave her the sword. “I think he's wounded.” Feeling the strain of her movements all she wanted to do was rest.

Slarr watched on silently until attention was turned to him. “Huh Hmm ...” The smoke devil pondered. For the moment the sensations of him fondling and teasing her subsided. Slarr was still logged in even f she wasn't able to draw on his power for now. There were recharges and the power regenerated over time too but he doubted that this scenario would last long enough for that.

Phoebe found her arm moving on it's own accord. Making contact with Hope that suit peeled away from her leaving her naked. A similar suit formed around Hope. The wounds concealed from her eyes. The Belzar card that was once hidden clattered to the floor.

“I have a price if this works.” Slarr eyed her before announcing his terms. “A meeting outside this place. One day to do with you as I'd like.”

“What? A perverted player?” Hope shook her head. “Phoebe, don't. Just finish the scenario. If we fail or succeed it will be over soon enough. I can … I can manage.”

“Not talking to you. It's the hottie's choice. But if you don't want my help fine. Take me with you.” Slarr waited for Phoebe to decide. If she agreed to him healing Hope in some fashion he would simply turn into smoke. It disorientated Hope but she was no longer bleeding out nor did she feel pain in this insubstantial state. As long as Phoebe grabbed the card the smoke would drift along with Phoebe otherwise Slarr/Hope could go no farther than the lab.

The place was utterly destroyed. Phoebe could see a lot of blood near one of the tables. A streak of it headed toward the doors leading out to the hall. The smoke collecting at the door unable to open it. If she advanced with the card Hope moved ahead of her providing cover. Advancing far enough ahead so that she remained outside of the smoke in the direction she was heading.

There was more blood smeared on the floor marking the clear direction that an injured being was dragged or crawled. Tracking would be easy but with all the alarms going off there was no telling just how much time she had.

If she didn't make the agreement Slarr would become smoke and leave Hope reattaching to her form. Those touches would increase from before without stopping. The Belzar frustrated or realizing that the scenario was nearing it's end got everything out of this ordeal as possible. This time he did not back away from tipping her over that edge and beyond to the point of moving her along if necessary.

Hellacious mode wasn’t doing them any favors. With everything as real as it could possibly be, Hope struggled to even stand without being in agony. She couldn’t hope to mend those wounds without help either, and any available resource had been rendered worthless having exploded with the lab itself. Slarr took up her request for help though there were obviously terms the other woman wouldn’t agree to at all.

As far as Phoebe had been concerned, however, they were mostly par for the course by that point. Ample experience with customers and slavers alike rendered a day out with yet another ‘patron’ far from something truly detestable. In the heat of the moment, the petite blonde didn’t feel like arguing about it either.

“I’m not leaving you behind like this,” the now nude pilot responded without even thinking about abandoning her friend, then fixated her eyes back on the Belzar’s visage. “Just do what you can and you’ll have your meeting. As for how long we’ll be together, that depends on the when, where and what ..”

This was only a game, after all, outside of which every member of her group just started their much needed vacation. Kurgan and Viryon couldn’t exactly be cast aside for an entire day, but then again they were on a supposed paradise planet with plenty of things to do. If he meant to take advantage of her there, and not some other alien planet, that is. Likewise, what promises were made here could hardly be considered binding. She had to mull over whether to actually dedicate some of her time to the smoke devil’s pleasure or not. It’d have been a blatant lie to claim he hadn’t worked her over well and thoroughly over the past hour or so.

Smooth, supple flesh became exposed with his absence, every part of which had been blemished with telltale signs of arousal. The creature happened to have been a constant companion ever since she found that card and learned how to use it. Even now, the woman’s flesh ached for more of that nefarious devil, almost as if it got a bit too used to Slarr’s embrace. Hot blood swelled and engorged molten teats to capacity, framed by puffy areolae and equally needy mounds. Inner thighs trembled not so much with relief as they did with the cruel denial of that finishing touch, revealing trails of glistening shame his absence no longer absorbed.

The lack of armor, let alone attire thus colored her cheeks further, but there was no point in dwelling on that now. Slarr and Hope turned to smoke while Phoebe secured the katana, picked up the Belzar’s card and moved on to the lab with all due haste. If there was a blaster here, the girl would take it as well despite it making for an awkward fit in the same hand as the card, thinking that any droids or human personnel would be too risky to rush with just a blade in hand.

A blood trail led the way. Card in hand, Phoebe followed it out to the hall, always shielded by that cloud of smoke. Alarms made matters aside from tracking all the more difficult. She had to rely on the others to draw fire or provide cover, for there was no telling what else awaited them until they made contact with that scientist again.

If they could get to him in time, that is. She pressed on with quickened steps, heart pounding within her chest as cold air brushed across heated flesh, goading her into tending that itch, but no matter what: relief would have to wait. Success or failure, Phoebe would see this through until the end before even considering such things again.

The ship was in utter chaos. That lab ruined to the point that Phoebe only recognized a few things. What was once droids, tables or other lab equipment. Unfortunately she did not see an intact blaster. She made sense out of the explosion as she glanced around. Most of the damage was at the back of the room near the doors.

There was probably some salvageable equipment in all that mess but she didn't have time for a thorough search. Nor would most of it be useful outside of medical kits. Even those had limited use since neither she, Slarr or Hope had the skills to tend to more than field medicine. Morphine injections would have been nice but Hope wasn't complaining in this new form.

Actually she didn't think she could speak in that form either. Maybe to Slarr if she tried. Outside of the alarms it was quiet so she could rule out speech. But the cloud of smoke understood her responding to her instructions. It advanced on her command leaving her clear at times so she could get a good look at things. It waited ahead of her then advanced again only departing her presence when she needed sight.

Able to follow that blood trail it wasn't long before Phoebe could see a lump on the floor just ahead of her. At first the smoke impeded her vision but it advanced farther than any time prior. Blocking her from sight from anything farther along the hall. Her rear was exposed, however.

Fortunately that might not matter. On the floor was another saurian. Prone he was pulling himself down the hall. The back of his lab coat was bloody with half a dozen or so shards of shrapnel in his back. Hope had gotten extremely lucky with that grenade. It actually made the scenario easier. Had he not been wounded he was likely to have gotten to help already.

When the scientist became aware of the naked human he tried to crawl away even faster. With little effort Phoebe could catch up to him. Though the scientist did not beg or plead as she approached. Either he was too addled or knew that it would do no good. Phoebe could bring an end to the scenario though it was close as she could hear droids up ahead. What sounded like organic footfalls could be heard behind her just around the last bend she took.

Smoke drifted back towards her. In a final act Slarr concentrated enough to form a solid tendril of smoke that poised against her sex. Once it was solid it jutted up straight inside her. Quick and eager thrusts filled the diminutive former agent. Seeking to get her off or perhaps disrupt her concentration enough for her adversaries to catch up and thus prolong the scenario if she wasn't “killed” outright before she could deliver a killing blow.

The Saurian appeared to be in a rather sorry state. When Phoebe showed up, however exposed and lust stricken that glistening body of hers had been at the time, the woman’s blade was enough to emphasize neither crawling nor begging would do any good. They both knew it’d be too late. Droids moved somewhere up ahead. Footsteps announced organics closing in on their position from behind. None of that really mattered. The scenario would end before they could stop her. Whether she was dealing with a fellow player or not, that much was certain.

Phoebe stepped up to the creature with murderous intent. She’d have preferred bringing him back in when their mission permitted some alternative to the current path, but they’d long since passed that point. Regarding everything that’s happened within the game and its overarching storyline, there still was no malice towards him, but merely wordless indifference on her part, perhaps the onset of relief that whatever happened here finally came to an end. In preparation for the final decisive slash, Phoebe raised the Nagai weapon in ways similar to Hope, wasting no more time on this play of theirs.

“Nnngh!” Shudders coursed through her spine, causing the young blonde to tremble when that shadowy mass solidified against her sex. She barely had time to direct a glance at it prior to feeling it enter her, spread her quivering nethers and renew the fires of desire which were believed to have been forgotten when faced with the end of everyone’s involvement in this mess.

Slarr, however, had other plans. “Ahhn! Ah! A-Auuugh!” All one could hear would be the woman’s cries, moans and whispers, enhanced only by the lewd, repeated squishing sound of dripping depths being explored, stretched and conquered against her will. As for what one could see, it was both her body and posture being wrecked to an expression of unfathomable pleasure; the aftermath of eternally denied orgasmic bliss finally coming undone right then and there.

She grimaced as wave upon wave of rapture shot through her being with every thrust. Eyes were far from focus, battling against the very nature of such bliss to keep them from rolling back into her skull. Supple thighs flexed and twitched, jolting inward as if to keep him from entering, only for her muscles to fail her and part instead, allowing him greater ease when plundering the heated orifice to his liking.

What was once a frightening sight struggled to strike him down at the last moment. Swaying on her feet, moaning out her pleasure to the world for every potential hostile to hear, it would not be long before there was simply nothing more she could do. A recent climax rendered that shapely figure all the more sensitive, allowing one release to chase another in a mind numbing chain reaction of agonizing erotic ecstasy.

Somehow, Phoebe mustered enough focus and strength to bring the blade down in a downward slash when every little piece of mind and body were about to fail her, the attack still aimed at the Saurian scientist in hopes of ending him quickly. Amidst spasming muscles and wavering composure, however, there was no telling whether she’d have any success for during that motion Slarr’s mercilessly erotic advances continued unabated, potentially throwing off her aim one more time. Unless fate smiled upon her, the lovely blonde may still very well lose on this final stretch towards the finish line.

Slarr didn't know their objectives. Nor did he care. As far as he could determine the scenario would end soon. Unless he intervened they no longer had access to his abilities and the pair were trapped between two sets of adversaries. He was merciless with those thrusts giving Phoebe what she had been denied for so long.

Once an intimidating sight that veneer dissolved. Fortunately the scientist was unable to see her. He was still pulling himself along the corridor even as the sword landed. There was some blood, her aim thrown off that saurian's back was such a mess that her borrowed blade scored a hit on exposed muscle for the most part.

It took a few more swings to still the saurian completely. Then one more for good measure. The last all but going straight through the being. Scales along his chest stopped the blade but the damage was already done. At the same time she felt one final thrust deeper than those before. Her own climax sweeping through her as that mass pushed down to her service with a wet slurp.

Her eyes closing, whether in blinking or ecstasy things were a white haze for a long moment. She heard a hiss, at first she thought it was the saurian then realized it was gas. The pod she was in opening and when her vision cleared she was looking up at Viryon's face.

Nearby Hope was sitting up in her pod. Her features flushed almost mirroring her own. When she met Phoebe's gaze their was a look of confused bewilderment and a trace of rapture there as well. Seeing that she was the smoke and a part of Slarr she had felt something there at the end. Both strange and familiar at the same time. It felt as if part of her had been fucking the former agent and deriving pleasure from the act. Even though she did not have a body at the time and was affected differently. Rather than a physical pleasure she felt something more mental that played upon her mind in the same way as if her own body was receiving what Slarr was giving to Phoebe.

“You cleared it?” Viryon questioned. She had been waiting for a bit on the pair to finish the scenario. Unless she had some way of knowing that they had. Perhaps the Keldorians knew or there was some sort of trigger that indicated that the scenario concluded.

One such native approached the trio. Hope having gotten out of her pod was holding onto it. Clearly she had wobbly legs. Viryon in turn assist her out of her own.

It didn't appear that Slarr had time to pass on information regarding their met up. So that was one obligation she was free of unless he somehow tracked her down. It was a big galaxy though she supposed that he would be aware that she came to this planet. If there was something that he could track her by … they had a link more or less in that game so it could be a simple matter on his part. Phoebe supposed she wouldn't know until he came around.

Congratulations on clearing the scenario, the native told the trio. If you play any scenario you will have that particular Belzar card in your inventory.

So her progress was tracked in someway. With their tech level stumping even Luna it would be a waste of time thinking about how they did that.

“That was weird … at the end there.” Hope blushed and Viryon of course asked what was weird. Hope must have forgotten she was here or the words just tumbled out of her without thinking. Hope was a bit more steady now. She covered he question up by mentioning the strange aliens lying about them squirting an ink like weapon from tentacles.

Phoebe got the sense that Viryon didn't buy it. She frowned but changed the subject. “Oh, right. Kurgan called while you were in there. He said he got something for you.”

Just like that, it was over. Surging smoke delivered nothing short of orgasmic bliss when worlds began to meld and return the young blonde to the paradise planet on which both women actually resided. Gas clouded her vision, only to reveal Viryon towering over her trembling form. Spasming muscles served as a reminder of what her physical body went through whereas petite albeit visibly engorged mounds heaved generously in an effort for those deep breaths to calm herself. It certainly was a relief to find she was wearing clothes again, as well as back in the relative safety of her companion’s care. Shivers rolled down her spine though her cheeks remained colored as eyes met the reptile woman’s in a struggle for some coherence and composure despite this entirely new experience.

“Sure did,” Phoebe managed to mutter in time for her gaze to drift off to Hope. Neither of them were able to rise onto anything but wobbly legs. The former agent leaned onto her companion, grateful for the help whilst one of the locals confirmed their achievement. Some fine dining with Luna didn’t appear to be quite as unlikely as she’d originally thought.

Still, there was that whole Belzar card business left dwelling on her mind. She figured it wouldn’t do any harm to have it in her inventory, perhaps to meet again inside the game unless there were others of his kind who could take his place though Phoebe doubted it. Not that a meeting there would be true to their bargain nor the most pressing matters. For the time being, there were other things to worry about than actively seeking Slarr out to arrange for said meetup, but it did a lot for convenience’s sake that one wouldn’t have to reach the card twice if she ever intended to encounter him in that fashion.

It didn’t take much to see through Hope’s claims, not even for Viryon, but Phoebe thought it best not to press the matter either as she smiled at the blue haired warrioress. “Weird as it was, thanks again for the session. I’ll make sure to cover the next one if we’re ever up for another game though I’d prefer steering clear of that particular setting for a while ..”

Looking back at her friend, news on Kurgan were always welcome and it showed in how her recovering self appeared to receive a small energy boost by mention of his name alone. “Oh, really? Huh .. Well .. He’s probably got some more candy for me then.”

The simulation’s relief had excluded the involuntary sensations coursing through her mouth and tongue. All it took for her to experience this cruel pleasure was a light rub of her tongue against her teeth and inner cheek. Swallowing alone brought some delicious molten pleasure straight to her consciousness once more. She’d not particularly missed that part in her everyday life as cheeks colored slightly deeper when chocking back a delighted sigh. Shining yellow eyes then wandered off to the Keldorian first, Hope second with a look which basically emphasized the words “long story” and "it's really not as weird as it sounds, I swear" before coming back to rest on Viryon’s own. “We should probably be off .. Although .. Just a moment ..”

What started as little more than an effort to help her stand became a full blown embrace. Phoebe leaned gently into her friend, arms wrapped around her shoulders, virtually cheek to cheek as heated breaths flow across that scaly perfection, showering it in adoration and warmth. Their tender bosoms masked one another through layers of cloth, exposing hers as being graced with hardened peaks that were impossible to ignore. They may have been apart for little more than minutes in reality, but the game in their minds must’ve taken far longer than that. It felt like an eternity of uncertainty regarding Viryon’s fate. When her grip finally eased off some, the two were standing face to face, barely a few inches apart. “Gotta admit, I’ve been worried about you ever since we got separated on that ship.” She frowned lightly at that, allowing one of her hands to trail down Viryon’s arm while the other kept her close. “Whatever happened after that anyway? You didn’t get hurt, did you?”

She apparently made it back to their own fleet, but beyond that Phoebe had no clue. It didn’t matter in the long run unless the lovely girl suffered from their choice of ‘Hellacious’ mode. As long as that didn’t bother her, however, Phoebe herself had no reason to worry.

“I’m curious about one other thing ..” She continued, thinking way back on when they first started off in that shuttle which appeared doomed from the start more so than anything else. “Why’d you pick an avatar that looks like me?”

Taking a moment to get her legs under her Phoebe assumed that Kurgan had more sweets for her. At this stage with a proper lab he could churn them out quickly. In the beginning it too him some time to figure out which chemicals to us and how best to reset her own desires for a time. Nowadays it was getting a hold of the components that had been more challenging. He must have found a lab or pharmacy in the short time he was away. Chances were that he didn't tinker with the formula not really having the time for that. But who knew for certain. Of course there could be another reason he was attempting to contact her too.

Close to Viryon her companion tilted her head. Viryon was confused at first. If she suffered any she didn't show it. In any case when she had first discovered the chimera she had been subject to the torturous of that alien. Something that would have been far worse.

“I got off the ship. My skills were sorely lacking when it came to anything outside of flying.” With the further question she looked confused. Baffled, by that she only delayed a moment before she answered. While Viryon could have easily duplicated herself for her avatar she chose not to.

“I selected the avatar of the best pilot in the galaxy.” She really didn't have a species of hr own. Becoming something else. Viryon was rather simple and straight forward most of the time. Deception was rare in her case. It was done for evading predators, feigning injury or camouflaging to evade them or while hunting. But when it came to words and concepts deceit was something she had yet to learn. Furthermore most things went over her head. She had a simple understanding due to lack of experience though clearly she was bright enough to pick up things she was exposed to such as flying.

Hope recovered enough too. Her current reality shifting from the game. She was disorientated and a bit confused. What she experienced was rather new and unusual it took a long moment to get over it.

When the trio finally cleared out they found themselves in the section reserved for recreation once again. Plenty of aliens in the guise of humans passed them by. Viryon sot of stood out appearing as she normally did. It was funny how her perceptions had been altered to see aliens in a nonthreatening way. What they saw in return had to be something other than human seeing that humans were rare in the galaxy. They should have been getting a few stares at least. Maybe they saw others of their kind. Whatever the case the Keldorians did well to get all the aliens to coalesce. Combined with that relaxing ability of theirs it didn't appear that they had to worry about any situation save for the ones they put themselves in.

With plenty of kiosks and the like getting in touch with Kurgan or Luna would be easy. In fact one sought them out as if innately picking up a need. Already it had stored a means of getting in touch with Kurgan. While Phoebe considered whom to contact first she heard Hope at her side.

Viryon looked at her. Somewhat confused and interested at the same time as to what she was saying.

“That was rather straight forward. But how is your tracking?” Hope took in the answer. It was clear that she was thinking over something. “I'm sure Luna could cover that with a drone … the better question would be your skills with hand to hand, blasters or demolitions. I only ask because of the safaris they do here. Teams of hunters go out into the wilderness. I saw some at the hanger coming and going. Most came back empty handed but I did see a team with something, I didn't get a good look. Apparently hunters go out from what I've been told. Gaining all sorts of prizes. Admittance to the amusement park, credits, places here in this section like dining or resorts. Any interest?”

The kiosk droid simply wait oblivious of their conversation or waiting to answer a question. It seemed to sense a need but didn't act unless addressed to answer a question or contact them with someone so the tech wasn't all knowing.

Taking a moment to get her legs under her Phoebe assumed that Kurgan had more sweets for her. At this stage with a proper lab he could churn them out quickly. In the beginning it too him some time to figure out which chemicals to us and how best to reset her own desires for a time. Nowadays it was getting a hold of the components that had been more challenging. He must have found a lab or pharmacy in the short time he was away. Chances were that he didn't tinker with the formula not really having the time for that. But who knew for certain. Of course there could be another reason he was attempting to contact her too.

Close to Viryon her companion tilted her head. Viryon was confused at first. If she suffered any she didn't show it. In any case when she had first discovered the chimera she had been subject to the torturous of that alien. Something that would have been far worse.

“I got off the ship. My skills were sorely lacking when it came to anything outside of flying.” With the further question she looked confused. Baffled, by that she only delayed a moment before she answered. While Viryon could have easily duplicated herself for her avatar she chose not to.

“I selected the avatar of the best pilot in the galaxy.” She really didn't have a species of hr own. Becoming something else. Viryon was rather simple and straight forward most of the time. Deception was rare in her case. It was done for evading predators, feigning injury or camouflaging to evade them or while hunting. But when it came to words and concepts deceit was something she had yet to learn. Furthermore most things went over her head. She had a simple understanding due to lack of experience though clearly she was bright enough to pick up things she was exposed to such as flying.

Hope recovered enough too. Her current reality shifting from the game. She was disorientated and a bit confused. What she experienced was rather new and unusual it took a long moment to get over it.

When the trio finally cleared out they found themselves in the section reserved for recreation once again. Plenty of aliens in the guise of humans passed them by. Viryon sot of stood out appearing as she normally did. It was funny how her perceptions had been altered to see aliens in a nonthreatening way. What they saw in return had to be something other than human seeing that humans were rare in the galaxy. They should have been getting a few stares at least. Maybe they saw others of their kind. Whatever the case the Keldorians did well to get all the aliens to coalesce. Combined with that relaxing ability of theirs it didn't appear that they had to worry about any situation save for the ones they put themselves in.

With plenty of kiosks and the like getting in touch with Kurgan or Luna would be easy. In fact one sought them out as if innately picking up a need. Already it had stored a means of getting in touch with Kurgan. While Phoebe considered whom to contact first she heard Hope at her side.

Viryon looked at her. Somewhat confused and interested at the same time as to what she was saying.

“That was rather straight forward. But how is your tracking?” Hope took in the answer. It was clear that she was thinking over something. “I'm sure Luna could cover that with a drone … the better question would be your skills with hand to hand, blasters or demolitions. I only ask because of the safaris they do here. Teams of hunters go out into the wilderness. I saw some at the hanger coming and going. Most came back empty handed but I did see a team with something, I didn't get a good look. Apparently hunters go out from what I've been told. Gaining all sorts of prizes. Admittance to the amusement park, credits, places here in this section like dining or resorts. Any interest?”

The kiosk droid simply wait oblivious of their conversation or waiting to answer a question. It seemed to sense a need but didn't act unless addressed to answer a question or contact them with someone so the tech wasn't all knowing.

The response did come as a bit of a surprise. It probably wasn’t entirely true either given how vast the galaxy happened to be even if the reptilian woman believed it herself. It actually deepened Phoebe’s blush further, if only for a moment when their embrace tightened once more. She thought that was cute, in its own little way, and hugged her friend warmly before drifting apart enough for an arm to settle around Viryon’s waist on the way out.

She’d planned on contacting Kurgan first to check up on him and whatever it was he had for her, allowing Viryon to escape her gentle hold if she desired, but Hope spoke up just before she could call the white wolf. Curiosity filled her eyes as they settled on the agent. “My tracking? Why do you want to know?” Phoebe hardly waited for an answer before dismissing any doubts about answering the question. Whatever it was, it likely wouldn’t be anything too out of line considering what they’d gone up against just now. “I used to double as recon when my piloting skills weren’t required, but it’s been a while since I’ve been hanging around the directorate. So, probably decent, if not a bit rusty.”

As Hope explained her train of thought, it made it much clearer where they were headed in that regard. “Well, I was thinking about checking out whatever comes up while we’re here, so .. You plan on going right now?”

It’s not as if she or any of her companions were strapped for cash. For one, they had that monster’s hoard available. What may have been spare change by comparison should be enough to last them here for an extended period of time. It did sound as though it’d make for more exotic entertainment, however, and earning prizes rather than just buying them could be a great deal of fun for everyone involved, especially Viryon. Like taking one’s daughter to a planetwide arcade, really, even if Phoebe would never dare speak of her like this out loud. Not for fear of repercussions, but because the chimera had shown she was more than a child in many respects.

“Someone’s interested.” She noted with a smile whilst meeting Viryon’s gaze, gauging her reaction to the prospect of going out a bit more. “Would you like to go on a safari with us?” If Hope’s explanation about the hunt didn’t suffice, Phoebe would happily help Viryon out. She must’ve enjoyed the games here even if they involved live combat, albeit simulated form of it, and perhaps she’d enjoy hunting as well. That’d give her another opportunity to learn a few things along the way. The one thing Phoebe wasn’t sure of was whether her friend would be fond of it given her nature as something closer to prey than predators.

That’s not all. She and Kurgan had also made plans to check out that amusement park from earlier unless something else caught their attention. They only just got here and had plenty of time to explore everything, but the petite blonde wasn’t about to leave him hanging.

“I’ll have to ask my friend Kurgan if that’s alright though. He’s apparently got something for me and if it can’t be helped I’ll meet up with him first. That’ll also give Viryon the chance to say hi,” Phoebe stated with her eyes wandering between both women here, then stopping on Hope once again. “Unless you don’t mind him joining us, in which case I’ll ask if he’s coming along, although I’m honestly not sure it’ll be up his alley.”

After everything she’s experienced, the Voren seemed predisposed to liking this sort of thing. She wasn’t too sure about Kurgan though. The hunt still haunted her memories every now and then, not to mention the pits on that damned planet. But, those were well in the past now as Phoebe shook her head to rid herself of these thoughts. “In any case, I’ll chat up Hope after, unless you wanna take care of that. Gotta let her know we’ve beaten the scenario, after all.”