Oormi: HP = 80, PP = 72, EP = 54/60, Status = Fine, +12 Perception (Lesser Strength)
As the group discussed their plans, they heard the crowd roaring from outside, and a moment later the announcer declared the winners of the melee for third place; the Prancing Paingivers. The wounded came flowing in, though the winners didn't come back yet, and the announcer at the door called out; "The... Foxy Fighters, and.... Blackwing! You're up for the finals!" Those who could see would spot the fallen angel that Melissa had mentioned rise and stride over to the door leading out to the arena, and it would be then that the group had to decide as one whether to fight or to forfeit.
Re: This is a Great Plan (Smokefish, Host, Hentaispider, and Hafnium)
"It sounds like our planning time is up. I will not begrudge any of you if you wish to forfeit," the blind foxgirl announced as their groups were called. "However, it is my desire to fight." As much as the idea of facing an opponent, no matter how powerful, while outnumbering them left a poor taste in her mouth, the idea of surrendering before the match would have disappointed her even further. Still, she truly wouldn't disparage any of her teammates if the fallen angel spooked them that much.
As the rest of the group made their decision, she moved to Kherem's side. "I will grant you what aid I can now, as it will save us time should we choose to fight." A wry smile graced her lips as she suddenly grabbed at his tail, an odd and multicolored brush in her vision, with her off hand and stroked it in a manner similar to how he had treated her own in order to impart her spells upon him. "Turnabout is fair play," she quipped lightheartedly as she empowered the tall swordsman.
But afterward, she returned to seriousness, and waited to either follow the other three into the arena or announce their forfeiting.
Buff Kherem with Wind Armor and Nature's Lore (Level 3, Buff) if she has the time! Note that Nature's Lore should be +body, but if it's expected that the buff stacking rules will go into effect for this fight make it stealth instead.
4 EP per cast, totaling 8 EP. 1 EP upkeep for Wind Armor and 1 EP upkeep for the other.
38/6 = 6.3, so *3 it's +18 to either Body or Stealth.
Cheat Sheet
When being attacked by powers or spells, Oormi gains +10 dodge and has +10 resistance against their effects.
Oormi takes +5 PP and EP damage.
She takes *1.5 corruption from anything that would cause her to gain corruption.
Despite having kitsune heritage, Oormi does not drain EP or absorb people unless specifically noted as she doesn't yet realize she can.
She has fertile and becomes pregnant on a roll of 2 or higher.
Re: This is a Great Plan (Smokefish, Host, Hentaispider, and Hafnium)
Melissa didn’t restrain her fear of the opponent they would soon face. When the fallen angel herself passed them by, she was as on edge as a fox before a hunter, teeth gritted defensively and ready to run or fight, despite the black winged Blackwing doing nothing more than walking by. “…Are you sure this plan can work?” The human asked of Oormi after her announcement, still looking more at where the angel had been than at her companions. Melissa hadn’t gotten as old as she was by running into fights against people who wanted to harm her… well, alright, that was an utter lie - but when the opponent was something as fearsome as an angel, and gave off such a feeling of serious mal-intent, even Melissa had trouble stomaching the idea of combat against it. If the kitsune couldn’t say that they had a chance convincingly enough for the human, she would have to bail, prize money be damned…
Re: This is a Great Plan (Smokefish, Host, Hentaispider, and Hafnium)
The kitsune duelist's lips curled downward uncertainly. She hadn't known Melissa for long, but from what little interaction she had had with the woman she would have never expected the nervousness from the polearm wielder that she was hearing then. The short warrior wasn't entirely sure how to respond, as she had her own reasons for suggesting what she had and pursuing the fight in the manner that she had. "I'm sure it can work," she replied after a short but uncertain delay, what could be seen of her face assuming a careful and neutral expression all while being thankful for how her blindfold hid most of her telling facial features.
It was true, at least, it certainly could work, even if the short warrior was beginning to feel like she wasn't being as truthful with her reasoning behind the strategy as she should've been.
Re: This is a Great Plan (Smokefish, Host, Hentaispider, and Hafnium)
Cast Strength, Lesser on Kherem for 3*50/6=25~24 Body
Cast Force Armor on Kherem for 3*(50/6+1)=28 AV
Cast Radiance on self for 3*(50/6+1)=28 mind for a total of 78 mind and 39 base casting. 59 dodge, 39 resistance, 29 perception
As Lumi sees Oormi starting to buff Kherem, she follows suit, although grabbing his arm instead of tail, and skillfully lays a pair of spells on Kherem before casting one on herself to better prepare, all the while contemplating the situation silently.
Re: This is a Great Plan (Smokefish, Host, Hentaispider, and Hafnium)
It couldn’t be said that Oormi’s statement perfectly fit the hole in Melissa’s nerve; it was delayed and the human couldn’t get a particularly good sense of certainty with half the kitsune’s face obscured. But, despite that, it fit well enough for the warrior to steel her expression and announce, “Well, then let’s go win this tournament.” Perhaps she wouldn’t have been so willing if the idea of some small vengeance hadn’t been tickling at the back of her mind. Perhaps this would be the day she could add one victory against an angel, to stand against the thousands of losses…
Though magically somewhat daft, it was still pretty obvious to even Melissa that Lumi and Oormi were performing some magic on the fox man. Despite the fear she did feel for the fight ahead, Melissa was still enough her normal self to decide to give her own ‘buff’. Standing on the tips of her toes to kiss the lanky canine where he could kiss back was a pain, so the human instead opted to invade Kherem’s personal space at a lower level, bracing herself on his chest and waist, and kissing his neck. …and then dragging her lips a few inches up, and kissing again… and repeating the pattern again… needless to say that her actions took the longest of the three, though they would hardly make them late for the fight. When someone pulled her away, or when she reached the kitsune’s chin (and her lower hand gave a sudden pat to the groin of his pants), the human pulled back, tongue flicking out to lick her lip coyly, but otherwise she felt it unnecessary to explain herself. She went into the arena with her halberd balanced between her shoulder-blades, looking considerably more relaxed than the true nervousness she still felt.
Re: This is a Great Plan (Smokefish, Host, Hentaispider, and Hafnium)
Kherem looked to Lumi and then Oormi, listening as they answered to his concerns, and nodded slowly. "If you can do so, weaken our adversary, I am sure it would aid us greatly, Lumi. And if you could do so, Oormi, defend yourself and the others, I can be at ease as I engage in battle.", he smiled slightly, looking relieved that most of his concerns had been put to rest. And then his ears perked up alertedly for the cheering, and following that the annoucnement. "Looks like it is our turn once more.", he smiled excitedly; he was looking forward to this battle.
As Oormi spoke, saying how she would not hold it against any of them if they chose to forfeit, he still smiled. "Then our desires are one and the same, Oormi; I will not see you enter the arena alone, you have my word on that.", but as he turned to leave, his bushy tail swaying behind him towards Oormi, she spoke of granting him a boon, which made him stop in his tracks. He didn't have more time than to turn his head, a reply on his lips, perhaps one of gratitude for recieving such a thing, only to freeze up as he felt his tail grabbed. He shuddered at first, and then turned his head forward and bit his lower lip as Oormi stroked his fluffy appendage, stiffling and silencing what would've been a surprised and happy, if embarassed, moan. That magic rushed through his tail to imbue him didn't make matters any easier for him to keep his lips sealed.
Kherem wasn't quite listening as Melissa and Oormi spoke to eachother, and if Oormi had let go of his tail he'd take a stumbling step forward, but managed to not fall on his face this time. He obviously hadn't expected such a thing now of all times, but he wasn't arguing against Oormi's reasons for doing it. He was in his own little world, trying to comprehend what had happened, as Lumi next moved up to him, snapping him out of it as she took hold of his arm. He turned his head, and looked down at the smaller Kitsune, his eyes had a confused, lost look to them, but they slowly looked more calm and collected as Lumi without much fuss imbued him with more boons. Perhaps he'd have a chance to collect himself, to steel his nerves once more...
Though fate, or apparently Melissa, seemed to have something different in mind for him. Still recovering, he barely kept up with the smaller womans movement, noticing her first when he felt himself being hugged onto, startled, he took a step back, and looked down to see what was going on, only to freeze up once more. His mouth half open as his eyes widened, as he felt Melissa's lips trace up his chin. His entire body tensed up, his tail stiffening, and he did nothing. Save perhaps barely remembering to breathe. And like what had happened two times already, something must've snapped in him, as his eyes got a blank look to them, and he finally untensed somewhere around when Melissa kissed his chin.
As soon as Melissa pulled away from him, he'd start walking, heading towards the arena's entrance. Once he were out of the gathering area and closing to the door to the arena proper, he'd draw his swords to keep them at the ready. Without any further words, or much of a response to the others, and the only thing that would stop him were if they would outright try to hold him in place.
Kherem seriously needs to see a therapist some day. Or an adult.
*Scuttles off and ponders adding "Fetish: Tail Play" to Kherem's sheet*
Lumi: HP = 54, PP = 70, EP = 36/56, Status = Fine, +28 Mind (Radiance), Lesser Strength and Force Armor on Kherem, Grappled, Submission Hold
Oormi: HP = 80, PP = 72, EP = 44/60, Status = Fine, +12 Perception (Lesser Strength), Nature's Lore and Wind Armor on Kherem, Stunned for 2 rounds, Grappled
Enemy: Full HP. Spent 29 EP. Aspect of Spirit X = 14 (Dodge, Grapple, Perception)
+GreaterEP, SucPow (Sexual Healing, Tonight You, Self Control), +H2H, +Resil, +BH
Rolls
Kherem gets +24 Body and +24 AV from Lumi, +18 Stealth and Wind Armor from Oormi, and a kiss from Melissa! That's a total of 4 EP from Lumi and 8 EP from Oormi. I'll also charge 1 upkeep period because time necessary to do things. Lumi also Radiance on herself for another 2 EP.
When you arrive at the arena, ye enemy uses Stunning Gaze X = 3 for 14 EP and then activates Aspect of Spirit for 15 EP.
Resistance (Oormi) : Enemy wins. Oormi is stunned for 4 turns.
The enemy gets its turn first, so I'll just include that here and let you lot react to it. Note that Kherem has an opportunity to activate something before the match starts.
Ye enemy Leap Glomps Lumi.
Attack: Hit.
Grapple: Enemy wins, Lumi is put into a Submission Hold
Tonight You Resistance Checks: Oormi wins, Lumi wins.
Steeping out into the arena after their unusual exchange of gropes directed towards their sole male member, the Foxy Fighters were greeted by a deafening roar of eager applause from the demon spectators in the stands. Audible even over the cheering and jeering of the crowd was the announcer, who said;
"We're finally down to it folks! The main event! The final battle that will determine today's arena champion! On one side, we've got the lone terror, the soul stealer, the render and the shredder! Lets hear it foooooooor...... The Blackwing!"
Across from them stood a lone woman with long, straight, dark hair. She was clad in a simple white robe that nonetheless left fairly little to the imagination.... And what was on display was all but impossible to look away from. The raw physical beauty of the black-winged angel was undeniable. Every physical feature was flawless on its own, from her unblemished creamy skin to the appealing softness of her curves, but they combined in a way that made them well more than the sum of their parts. It was the eyes that told of the ugliness that lay beneath. Colder than deepest winter and as white as pure snow save for hints of grey marking where the iris began, but looking into those eyes was like looking into an endless pit filled with unspeakable horrors for those among the Foxy Fighters blessed with sight.
It was worse for Oormi. As the announcer delivered his next line, a limitless cloying blackness seemed to spread toward them, but the blind kitsune was by far the worst affected by it. Pure, unbridled wrongness filled her supernatural senses and gripped at Oormi's very soul, leaving her body shivering as cold washed over her. Far worse than the physical cold was the pure hopelessness that suddenly gripped at her, clearly a result of outside influence but no less paralyzing for that. whatever her reaction to it, the angel's influence left the young blind girl momentarily helpless....
"...And facing down the dark terror, we have a group that needs no introduction, a group of outsiders that have stolen your attention at every appearance since they formed earlier today! Lets hear it for.... The Foxxxxyyyyyy Figtersssssss!"
The crowd let out another roar, but as they did so the woman across from them.... Changed. Red tentacles erupted from beneath her robes, well over a dozen of them in all, and the look of cold calm that had been on her face when they'd entered became an almost frenzied smile. Power washed out from her, sickly and cloying and unpleasant, making the very idea of touching the woman unpleasant despite her supernatural beauty, and before the announcer established the start of the fight, their opponent pointed to Lumi and said; "You.... First."
"And so, without further adieu, let the match.... BEGIN!"
Before any of them could even react to it, the dark angel launched herself across the arena between them with a single great beat of her wings. She came straight at her designated target like a black lightning bolt, but just before she would have simply slammed into the tiny kitsune she dropped to the ground, skidded to a complete stop, and lashed out with a quarter of her tentacles. Lumi was grabbed around each of her limbs and lifted completely off of the ground, her arms and legs spread wide apart, leaving her unable to move enough to properly channel her magics. Oormi too was grabbed by a pair of passing tendrils, which wrapped around her waist and shoulders and started to bind her as well, though they weren't so advanced in their grapple as those holding Lumi. Kherem and Melissa were left practically ignored by their opponent, or at least it seemed so given where her attention lay at the moment. "Pretty little kittens you are~ But both so thin! I wonder if you've got the fortitude to last against me?"
Re: This is a Great Plan (Smokefish, Host, Hentaispider, and Hafnium)
The foxgirl very strategically chose to avoid commenting on Kherem's reaction, or the grope-fest that her intended lighthearted prank had become. And any intent to eventually do so was lost when she finally had the opportunity to view, in her own unique way, their opponent.
Though, given her inability to actually see the woman, the angel's supernatural beauty was lost on her, but her senses did pick up several oddities. For one, through wavesight her opponent's colors were almost immediately visible, even though usually only teased out by powerful emotions or under great duress. The only time she had ever seen as much before was in cases of those with powerful spirits, which were a force of will in themselves, like her father's brilliant violet or the demon knights' red and the faerie knights' blue, and those had always manifested in a much grander way. There was something broken about the woman's black and white hue, it was more similar to the way her full sister and the nymphs appeared.
And it began to grow toward her party in a manner that she had never seen in the conventional magics. The frayed edges of the black and white mass formed into innumerable clawed hands and slowly swallowing the tie-dyed world of her waves until there was nothing left, and she was alone. She was in a small world of a white dome, surrounded by unending darkness. A deathly cold overwhelmed her, causing her to fold her arms and shiver as she tried to sort out what was happening to her vision.
As the succubus magic took full hold over her, dark figures, even blacker than shadows, began to flit across the white field that had been left to her. They made no noises, their footfalls were silent, and they made no approach toward her. They were content to merely dance about, as if circling prey. The effect was unnerving, and caused Oormi to try to reach for her sword, but she found that it had become too cold to get her limbs to quit shivering and do anything she commanded of them. Slowly but surely the white dome began to enclose around her, and the beasts' circles followed suit.
The blind kitsune began to panic as she found herself helpless to fight off the encroaching things in her vision, unable to speak, and utterly isolated from her team. The real world felt so far away, even the announcer's voice was a low murmur. She very nearly dispelled her vision in a desperate attempt to escape from the pursuing shadows. But that was where her panic ended. This is a magical effect, she reassured herself. Not one I've ever experienced before, but it can be overcome. She forcibly calmed herself as the ravenous creatures came ever closer. My sight is reacting to something that the fallen angel has done. I just need to relax and I can shake it off.
It began to help immediately as she attempted to overcome the effects of peering at the fallen angel's soul. The world slowly but surely began to regain some of the colors she was used to seeing, the rushing shadows became less and less pronounced, and the chill slowly began to leave her. How much control do I still have? She wiggled her fingers, as if to answer her own question. Numb, but not paralyzed. Too strong for me to completely break free of, but I can weather it now. Which might have proven to be famous last words -- or thoughts, in this case -- as they came moments before she was seized by tentacles.
A short round of panic came over her again as she numbly struggled against the things grabbing her to no avail, but she quickly calmed herself down a second time before she had completely lost her courage. Just keep working against the magic, she reassured herself again, ignoring the angel's dark words and pushing against her bonds in a much more measured, if still very limp from the power unleashed on her, manner if only to keep her captor from doing whatever she liked without resistance. Keep faith in your allies' ability to get you loose and don't panic, she continued to instruct herself in order to battle the primal terror attempting to overwhelm her. She didn't like being powerless, but she wouldn't lose her trust so easily for those who had offered her the same as an unknown fourth.
Expect that H standard of "anywhere but there, I'm saving myself for marriage" if the angel gets a second chance at penetrating Oormi. >.>
Also, second note to self: remember to start using wind armor and lightning armor on Lumi when I can't think of a useful buff otherwise.
Applicable stats: 27 Resistance, 54 Grapple.
Cheat Sheet
When being attacked by powers or spells, Oormi gains +10 dodge and has +10 resistance against their effects.
Oormi takes +5 PP and EP damage.
She takes *1.5 corruption from anything that would cause her to gain corruption.
Despite having kitsune heritage, Oormi does not drain EP or absorb people unless specifically noted as she doesn't yet realize she can.
She has fertile and becomes pregnant on a roll of 2 or higher.
Re: This is a Great Plan (Smokefish, Host, Hentaispider, and Hafnium)
As Kherem walked through the doors to enter the Arena, swords drawn and ready, the shadows from within would appear as if latching onto his passing form, his own shadow writhing as if clawing, to try and hoard the shadows, for a passing moment before retreating unto him. The shadows swirled and writhed up his body, starting from his feet and legs, until finally culminating in what looked like dark plates of armor, woven out of the shadows. The noise of the crowd and the shouts of the announcer was completely lost to the tall Kitsune swordsman, as his blank gaze fixed upon his adversary.
And then the match began, the angel dashed past him like he wasn't even there. He grit his teeth, his lips forming a vicious snarl as he spun around, eyes widening with anger as he saw the angel so effortlessly incapacitate two members of his team. Two of his friends. Kherem quickly crouched down, and then sprung forward, a light counter-clockwise spin to his body, his swords held to his left side as he landed on his feet. In a blur of movement, he'd quickly unspring himself, slashing upwards and to the right with his heavy scimitars. Wings, tentacles, the angels exposed back; it didn't matter what he hit, as long as his blades struck true, with all his might and fury.
Kherem activated Dark Armor for 10EP when he entered the Arena, went over EP ceiling by 3, so 13EP and 3HP lost I guess?
Kherem activates Rage and Whirling Death as he goes into murderdeathkill mode. THERE SHALL BE ONLY ONE TO TOUCH PRECIOUS FLUFFY TAILED BITCHES!
Total stats based on my calculations, from scratch, as some things are flawed on the sheet:
Speed: 24
Dodge: N/A (57 Base)
Armor: 80, +10 VS Slash, -5 VS Pierce
Resistance: 37, +10 VS Mental/Domination Effects
Perception: 25
Stealth: 62
Grapple: 114
Re: This is a Great Plan (Smokefish, Host, Hentaispider, and Hafnium)
Of all her sisters, Melissa was the only one to not have any ‘safeguard’ on her life. If either of her siblings got in trouble, they had an uncanny tendency to end up on the better side of people who would otherwise kill them. But she who was the most forward, and (arguably) the most likely to get into danger, was also without much to inspire mercy – more than any reasonably attractive woman could, at any rate. What she had developed in its place, however, was a strong ability to determine the degree of hostility of an individual, on little more than gut feeling. When she did notice an individual of incredible malice, the simple solution was to either be in a position of power, removing the problem, or to keep a safe distance.
Yet here the human was, across field from one of the most malicious-feeling, powerful creatures she had ever encountered. One which she was now in a battle to the death with – and it would surely be to the death, for a thing giving off such evil as the woman opposite could not have less - and from which there was no escape. Willpower was the only thing between Melissa and total panic, and willpower was hardly something the woman could be said to have an excess of.
In panic more than intent, Melissa did her best to get out of the way when Blackwing leapt into action, though it proved pointless in any case; the Foxy Fighters didn’t seem to be the only ones employing some amount of tactics, since their opponent went right for the casters. …And, given the inability of her comrades to dodge the mass of tentacles, any attempt to get out of the way would have been pointless if the fallen angel had been aiming for her.
With a single action, the fallen angel seemed to reach into the half-daemon's chest and give a cold-water faucet a sharp turn, because ice water seemed to be running in her veins. Melissa wasn’t the kind of person who screamed with fear. No, what came from her was a single thread of noise; a quiet, continuous whine that broke only for breath or warped by a deeper whimper. The capture of the mages foiled the plan – and essentially disabled half the team; ‘a rather unfortunate turn of events’, though Melissa’s own mind would have put it in an infinitely more crass manner. A painful, horrible death was now all but certain. She’s be torn apart, eaten as prey to the beast now feet from her! She had to run, but had no escape. She had to fight, but had no chance of victory…
Though the human did not have the same guarantees as her sisters, she still had ways of getting out of trouble. Her one truly remarkable ability, to enrage the instincts of a creature, could be, and certainly had been of great help in the past. So, when confronted with an inescapable problem, she needed no complex decision-making to decide her action. From the very beginning, a cornered animal always had only one advantage – surprise. Not in the traditional sense, of a hidden creature attacking while unaware… but in the sense of a creature underestimating the sudden ferocity of an animal fighting for its life. It would have to be enough to save her here… because it was the only thing that could.
The half-daemon’s soul lashed out. Half-formed appendages of her spirit bled miasma around and through her, but despite the inefficient technique, the warrior’s soul managed to follow her intent. Unnatural energies lashed at the angel’s body, energies seeking to warp the animal in the fallen creature’s gut into a wilder and wilder beast, fighting with the fallen’s will, and itself.
The attack on the angel was not without cost to the warrior; her own miasma affected her as much as anyone. Melissa’s will, already strained with the terror of the mere threat of an attack from the veritably godlike (at least in her eyes) opponent, cracked and crumbled away within seconds. Tears blurred the vision of the mortal facing its mortality; the hands of the animal that was Melissa shook so badly she nearly dropped her halberd, and the rising wail of horror passing her lips was badly mauled by blubbering. From that point on, there was no thought in the human’s head, only in her body; to continue thinking of her as a sapient creature would have been inaccurate.
Without higher function to restrain her, Melissa put as much exertion into the attack as seemed appropriate – which was to say, everything that could be spared without too badly risking death. Further soul-extensions tried to fight their way to the angel’s brain, spiritual organs puffing poisons through the opponent’s grey-matter. The half-daemon’s soul-energy shrivelled and choked the paths of willpower and reasoning, bloated the sensations of pleasure and desire, at every turn weakening the higher power of the Blackwing’s mind and feeding every desire at her core… until, like weeds through stone, the raging instincts split apart the reasoning of the demon that would strike her down… or until the human’s spirit had nothing left to spare.
The animal’s head reeled. Melissa had used the power to such an extent as to pass out before, on more than one occasion, and knew from memory the extent to which it could be used before passing out was likely… and the half-daemon’s soul’s current state sat on the knife’s edge of that. The pounding in its head might have been appreciated by a more introspective creature, as it gave some respite from the bleak reality of the doomed situation… but it was not something the human any longer had the mental capacity to consider. When it took a step forward, its whole body went altogether too far, toppling to the ground… but the animal did not even feel the scrapes. It didn’t stop as it fell; its hands still tried to take purchase, its legs kicked against the ground as it made every desperate attempt to get forwards. Sick with anxiety as much as exhaustion, the beast scrambled to its feet, not sparing a thought to the result of its assault, not once able to stop itself from heading forwards… knowing, in its most ingrained instincts, that to pause in the attack - for even a second - was to die.
Re: This is a Great Plan (Smokefish, Host, Hentaispider, and Hafnium)
As the quartet steps into the arena, Lumi's ears flick around nervously. Something told her that this was going to be bad. The sight of their opponent didn't exactly reassure the nervous kitsune, and almost instinctively she tries to make herself smaller to look harmless. That turned out to be a mistake as moments later the angel comes flying at her, instantly grabbing her and wrapping her up with tentacles. A flash of annoyance masks her nervousness for a moment, and Lumi forces down her instinct to struggle, instead letting her eyes close and her head fall back, relaxing as much of her body as she could in hopes of catching the fallen angel by surprise.
Re: This is a Great Plan (Smokefish, Host, Hentaispider, and Hafnium)
Kherem: HP = 84/90, PP = 55, EP = 35/55, Status = Fine, +24 Body and +28 Armor from Lumi, Wind Armor and +18 Stealth from Oormi, Dark Armor X = 10, Grappled, Raging, Whirling Death
Melissa: HP = 45/59, PP = 65, EP = 8/44, Status = Low on EP, Injured
Lumi: HP = 54, PP = 70, EP = 36/56, Status = Fine, +28 Mind (Radiance), Lesser Strength and Force Armor on Kherem, Grappled, Submission Hold, Naked
Oormi: HP = 80, PP = 1/72, EP = 1/60, Status = Fine, +12 Perception (Lesser Strength), Nature's Lore and Wind Armor on Kherem, Grappled, Naked, Penetrated in her ass and pussy, About to Orgasm, Low on EP
Blackwing: Taken 70 HP damage. Taken 23 PP damage. Spent 40 EP. Aspect of Spirit X = 14 (Dodge, Grapple, Perception)
+GreaterEP, SucPow (Sexual Healing, Tonight You, Self Control), +H2H, +Resil, +BH
Kherem gets his two swings after activating Dark Armor X = 10, breaking his ceiling by 2 and thus spending 12 EP and 2 HP.
Attacks: One miss and one hit.
Damage: 3 + 3 + 28 + 12 + 10 + 12 + 30 - 15 = 85 damage. Kherem destroys her robes.
Melissa Stunning Gaze X = 5. That's a cost of 22, her current Spirit Ceiling is 8, so that's an additional 14 EP and HP for a total of 36 EP and 14 HP.
Attack: Succubus powers require an attack roll, and as such Melissa technically couldn't hit the angel. That said, I'll throw you a bone here and let it hit.
Resistance: Enemy wins.
Lumi struggles pointlessly, and Oormi has one round left of being stunned.
Upkeeps are paid. Oormi spends her last turn of being stunned.
Blackwing tries to grapple Kherem, and would auto-hit if not for Wind Armor.
Resistance: Enemy wins.
Attack: Hit.
Kherem is grappled.
The enemy gets a free grapple action against Oormi and Lumi because Tentacles.
Grapple: Enemy auto-wins. Oormi and Lumi are stripped.
Tonight, You triggers.
Resistance Checks: Oormi loses, Lumi wins. Only Oormi is double penetrated.
Pleasure (Oormi) : 7 + 5 + 7 + 3 + 44 + 5 = 71 PP. ONE AWAY FROM ORGASM.
Oormi is drained of 71/2 + 5 = 41 EP, which the enemy takes as HP for 1/2 the effectiveness. ONE EP LEFT. She also gains enough Corruption to grab a mutation.
Pleasure (Blackwing) : 4 + 8 + 1 + 2 + 18 + 5 - 15 = 23 PP.
Resist Pleasure damage: 5 + 2 = 7 damage.
Lumi struggles just as uselessly as last time.
Kherem presumably tries to attack while in a grapple.
Grapple: Enemy wins.
Melissa has an action that she hasn't decided, since she doesn't have the EP to do what she did last round again. Include that and what you want to try next round in your next post @ Host.
The reactions of the Foxy Fighters to their opponent's sudden lunge into their midst were of.... Mixed effectiveness. Oormi and Lumi, already held in their enemy's grasp with the former still reeling merely from the initial hit from her opponent, could do nothing but squirm helplessly and watch as Melissa and Kherem both tried to free them in their own way. The male kitsune was the first to act, lunging at his opponent's back as shadows whirled around him. Despite that she'd apparently been ignoring him, however, the angel was far from flat-footed against his twin strikes, and half turned toward him as he stepped in. The blade in his right hand thus went wide, the angel's fleshy tentacles weaving away from it, but Kherem was not an incompetent fighter. Another quick step and he was in range of the retreating woman again, and his second swing found its mark, cutting across her abdomen and severing several tendrils as a trail of shadows followed in its wake, tearing at her flesh in lesser amounts and thus all but removing her robes. "That..... Hurt!" his opponent said, reaching down and feeling at the wound.... Which Kherem realized a moment later had opened up the woman's abdominal cavity, shredded guts visible behind the waves of blood pouring out of her. Such an injury would have been lethal to a human, causing their wounds to go septic if they didn't bleed to death first, but the black winged angel didn't even appear to be in any discomfort from the grievous wound.
That gave Melissa's attack an opportunity to hit, and though it might normally have simply washed over the fallen angel's spirit without every actually touching it, Melissa felt her mental assault strike home. Powerful as it was, however, what was left of Melissa's rational mind after the backlash that struck the half-daemon recognized almost immediately that it was the wrong tact. She sought to awaken the beast lying within her monstrous opponent and set it loose upon her more rational mind, striving to force the angel to fight against itself for a moment, thus giving her and her allies a moment to strike. What she found when she lashed her soul against that which lay within the depths of the woman's spirit was anything but a beast. Where Melissa expected the primal forces that made up the cores of most beings, she found an empty, endless void that seemed to draw in anything and everything. Something twisted lay within, but even with the power she'd expended on her attempt at manipulation the half-daemon couldn't see what it was, at least not beyond knowing with absolute certainty that she didn't want to know what it was.
The angel didn't even spare a glance towards Melissa for her efforts, and still left the half-daemon reeling and nearly spent, her efforts causing her to stumble to her feet and leaving her own most primal consciousness in charge. The leftover scraps of her intelligent mind recognized a weakness. Between the void at the core of the angel's being and her conscious mind were links, and while she didn't have nearly the precision or power to sever them, the half daemon might be able to disrupt them if she struck them in just the right manner with the technique that she'd just attempted. Whether her conscious mind was capable of reasserting itself as her body forced itself to its feet and into a charge, however, might be another story.
The angel seemed to give the half-daemon little heed, however, as she directed her next attack upon Kherem. The woman's tendrils lashed out in patterns too difficult for him to have followed them even if he wasn't in a mod fully devoted to offense, but Oormi's barrier still stood in the angel's way.... For about a second and a half, after which the tentacles pushed through the wall of wind and grabbed Kherem. His wrists were the first thing that she went for, and then tentacles snapped his arms together and wound all the way up his arms to his shoulders. He was lifted from the ground, his arms fully bound, as his opponent strode toward him with a devilish grin on her face. "Don't be frightened, little fox~" she cooed softly, "I won't return this little scratch today~ My appetite for blood is sated. You will help me fulfill a different one for your insolence instead!"
If it wasn't clear what the woman had in mind yet, the bound male got a crystal clear idea of it as Oormi and Lumi were manhandled by the tentacles holding them. Acting with near perfect precision despite that she didn't even seem to be watching them, the appendages squirmed around Lumi and Oormi, the former of whom was flipped upside down, and stripped them both of their clothes. The demonic crowd roared joyously as the two female kitsune's were dangled naked for their viewing pleasure, but the angel's tentacles weren't finished yet. A tentacle positioned itself at each of their holes, ready to plunge deep into both women with terrifying swiftness. Lumi's continued squirming prevented that, causing them to slide against her belly and back instead, but Oormi wasn't so fortunate. Only just recovering from the stunning effect of the dark angel's gaze, the blind kitsune felt the two tentacles at her pussy and ass too late to start trying to squirm out of the way, giving her only a second to perhaps speak before her petals and her rosebud were both spread apart by their opponent's slimy red appendages.
Oormi's virginity was taken from her in front of a crowd that roared with approval, though it was unlikely that they were aware of her purity or her personal vows, and despite the less than arousing circumstances surrounding her first penetration, it was a succubus who claimed her virginity. Just as tendrils held her body, so too did tendrils of the angel's spirit coil around Oormi's soul, leeching away at her soul's essence at an alarming rate as pleasure spiked through the pain wracking her body. Her hymen proved to be no barrier for the tendrils as the plunged into her depths, until the tip of the one in her pussy was pushing against her cervix and the one in her ass had gone a good ten inches into her. "Mmmm~ The blind one was a virgin, hrm? She tastes good~ Much better than the last kitten that I had! I wonder if you or the other one will be as succulent?" the angel said, speaking largely to Kherem whom she dangled more or less directly in front of herself. Glancing at Melissa, she added; "That one likely won't even be much of a meal after all of the power that she just threw at me. I wonder if she can even understand me at this point?" She turned back to Kherem and eyed him for a moment, before her sadistic smirk broadened and she said; "Oh, I recognize you.... You surely won't be virgin. I saw your fight with Draconis!"
The tentacles inside of Oormi pulled back suddenly and fiercely, forcing a squeal out of the young kitsune whether she liked it or not and potentially giving Kherem an opportunity to see the virgin blood coating the one in her sex, and when they pushed back inwards they began to squirm rather than thrust. Up until then the pleasure had been bearable because it was at least mostly matched by the pain of her torn hymen and the stretching inherent in her first penetration. Unfortunately for her, as the squirming appendages began to writhe inside of her, moving so quickly that they were almost vibrating, such was most definitely not the case. Pure physical ecstasy overrode Oormi's every nerve within only a few seconds, and every tiny burst of pleasure was accompanied by a portion of her very soul being siphoned away, a sensation that only enhanced the physical pleasures. The kitsune's untouched sensitive places were easy prey for the hungry angel, and so too was her spirit, which was quickly drained away until she had almost nothing left, a situation that was repeated in her willpower as pressure built inside of her at an incredibly rapid rate. She could feel that bubble about to burst at any moment, but the kitsune managed to hold off her orgasm and retain her consciousness for just a few moments more.
Lumi, in the meantime, was left suspended upside down while watching as Oormi, her legs pulled apart as if she were in the missionary position, was double penetrated by their opponent. Her own legs pulled apart by the appendages holding them, it was clear to the thief that she was about to get the exact same treatment as her blind counterpart. The tentacles that had missed only a few moments earlier were already moving back into position for another try, and this time it was clear that no amount of squirming would avail her. It was now up to Melissa, it seemed, and possibly Kherem if he could strengthen himself enough to resist the fallen angel's incredibly strong grasp and land another strike. The male kitsune could literally see the wound he'd already made closing, however, so they'd have to act quickly.
Re: This is a Great Plan (Smokefish, Host, Hentaispider, and Hafnium)
In its desperation, the animal hadn’t really looked at the killer it charged until after it was at the edge of tentacle-range. This proved to be a mistake – what it did see, when it had the chance, completely changed its approach. The use of complex thought wasn’t as valuable to this human animal as it perhaps was to others - though even a normal person would not be sent wild and thoughtless. The lack simply caused the creature to become… more basic. Without higher reasoning, the animal had only memory – whether personal or racial instincts – and the input of its senses to work from.
Its killer’s soul had forced the animal’s own off without effort; its miasma found no entrance against the insulation around that thing’s spirit, and its poison slid off the strands of the monster’s mind like water, unable to soak into the oncoming killer’s consciousness. But worse than those, was the fact that the killer had no beast inside to enrage – instead possessing only a hole, that itself seemed almost alive, and voracious… such a thing was well beyond the animal’s ability to understand, and the unknown only served to further the human beast’s terror. Yet still, the strands of thought that connected that thing to the rest of the monster, were the same strands that were in the animal’s memory thousands of times over, in any and every mortal mind and soul. There was no way to make use of this information without severe risk, of course, and so the creature’s instinctive determinations reached the assumption that a physical attack would be more viable. If it could simply get a lucky hit, it might yet survive. Its killer had a body, and it remembered that bodies bled, and died, and were then no longer threatening.
…But Kherem’s attack gave evidence that proved the animal’s memories wrong.
While the creature reached out its forelimbs, and the stick it held was turned away by an appendage as if the attack had not been made, the male its memory held as an ally was able to make a strike – a killing blow, as good as the animal could have hoped for – against the impossible not-creature. The animal knew death; it was a killer itself, though its memories held the understanding that killing was not its main concern. It had seen things wounded, it had seen things die, and it remembered how a creature acted in death. That was not the way the thing in angel-form was acting now. The killer was hardly inconvenienced; this evidence overruled the beast’s memory, providing a new understanding. The foe could not be killed by mortal blows.
With that new information, the animal did the only thing that was left to it, now knowing that it could not win physically or mentally.
It tried to escape.
The internal wall of Archeron’s arena was a tall, sturdy construction. It had been made with things far more dangerous than prizefights in mind, including combatants who would be all too willing to harm their observing crowd. Thusly, when the animal, with its distinctly human jumping ability, tried to leap over it, the result was miserable failure. No amount of scrambling upwards could get the animal to the lip of the wall, and no handholds presented themselves while the killer toyed with its kills.
Fear was something people tended to have a misconception about. The general opinion was that fear was bad, but to reach that conclusion was to ignore its distinct benefits. Most everyone had seen an animal go from docile inaction to madly dashing in moments, only on the adrenaline and motivating force of terror. And while most situations in which a creature was afraid were ones in which it was overpowered, causing flight to beat out fight, fear was not something that actually ‘made’ a body run away. If anything, the opposite was true – the motivating force of fear and the powerful adrenaline release brought about the greatest animal cunning a creature could reach, allowing for snap evaluations of the creature’s situation that far superseded that of its resting state… thusly allowing it to have the greatest ability to choose an action, rather than forcing it into one.
The whimpering human creature’s attempts to jump the arena wall might have seemed inspired by madness brought of fear – which, in a sense, they were… but it was also the most potentially successful action, given the creature’s own experience. The killer had already proven that the beast called Melissa’s memories regarding mortality did not apply… but only memories said that the arena wall was solid, was unjumpable, was unclimbable. When the only other options were to attack something evidently unkillable, use its soul to attack a soul that was evidently untouchable, or try something exceedingly suicidal that its memories indicated might work… well, with those options the creature went with the wall.
…Though the wall wasn’t exactly working out for it. Its killer was speaking at it now, but the sounds held no meaning. Oh, it wasn’t that the creature failed to understand – simply that the words themselves held no relevance. Its killer was not casting a spell, surrendering, bargaining; it was simply purring to itself as it toyed with its catch, and so the words were discarded as frivolous the moment they were heard. The way the killer played with its catch was of no comfort to the animal’s horror… though it was factored into the reasoning of its no-longer-sentient mind. One by one, the options had been whittled down until the only thing left to do was to huddle in a corner and hope that the bad thing didn’t pay the animal any heed… or to try a single, stunningly stupid ‘strategy’: get close enough to the killer that what excess spirit-energy the beast had left could be used in a more directed attack at the one point its memories indicated should be vulnerable. Compared to that, lying down and submitting was almost looking attractive… but the creature was, now more than ever, one of habit. And its habits were violent.
The animal ran towards its killer from perhaps half an arena away, though it wouldn’t have had the element of surprise if it had to have moved only feet. Its killer was quicker, stronger, had more limbs… the animal had nothing going for it, but a slight chance to get close, and the unnecessarily-playful attitude of its opponent. There was only an abstract appreciation of the advantage of the stick it held in the creature’s mind – its memories held the methods of use of the weapon, and compiled together, all of its experiences allowed the beast to believe that it could keep the tentacles at bay, if only for a moment.
Screaming in terror was not its way; that was observable. Screaming in battle, however, was another matter. Of course, at this point the animal’s shout was as much a choked sob as anything, but in any event sound was made as its stick swung in as wide an arc as it could, with its hands gripping the very end of the pole. The high swing wasn’t even intended to hit – it was simply warding limbs away in order to get close. If the tentacles grabbed the weapon, it would immediately be released from the animal’s grip – the tool wasn’t going to help the beast’s survival any here. Should it reach the womanly body of the monster before it, every attempt to contact her directly would be made – a touch to the toe, a hand on the shoulder… or, if it was allowed to reach the woman unmolested, a hand right into its killer’s slowly-healing abdominal cavity, its body against the thing that caused it to breathe so quickly, its form to shudder and its voice to be choked with the cries of fear. Right when the human was as close as it seemed possible to get, a pustule formed on the closest extension of its soul – and immediately after, burst.
A soul was thought of as ephemeral, separate from the body. But those who had studied or used it would find that the soul was as spatially defined as anything else – to the annoyance of any daemons who wanted to be in two places at once – and in most living creatures, the place it occupied was the same as their body. While so spiritually weak, the animal could not stretch its soul to any extent, had no ability to make tendrils to grant reach to its complex organs. Oh, it had the spare soulmatter for another attack – just not one that could go more than a few feet. When the bubble of spirit burst, it splattered a moderate amount of noxious acid towards the strands of thought connecting the not-beast to the killer. It was directed, on at least one level, but how much of it could connect would depend on how close the animal had gotten – and if, indeed, she had her hand, and ergo part of her soul, inside the body and soul of the thing. This time it wasn’t gas to choke, or poison to shrivel and weaken. The acid would burn the thoughts through, cut and eat them; until they broke, or each loosed drop of energy was spent.
Re: This is a Great Plan (Smokefish, Host, Hentaispider, and Hafnium)
For her own part, Oormi held true to her original belief that remaining calm and trusting her allies would see her out of the angel's clutches eventually. It was all she could do, as their opponent's magics prevented her from moving her limbs or contributing anything of value to the battle, and as it was what she had learned from her training amongst the faeries.
But her echoing the mantra of remaining calm and weathering the storm became frantic in itself as she felt herself being relieved of her clothing. One by one, each piece was stripped off. The Amazonian style clothing was pulled away and discarded to reveal her slender, unblemished frame, the hints of definition speaking of time she had spent in training. It also revealed her choice of underwear, which consisted of blue boxers, which themselves worn backwards to allow her tail to stick through the flap, and a chest wrap. The wrap was simply torn down the middle and allowed to fall to the ground, releasing her full, C-cup breasts into the open air. The boxers were pulled off abruptly, leaving her to fruitlessly attempt to cover her virgin womanhood with her tail. Her bow, her quiver, and even her sword ended up dropped to the ground, the last one alongside its scabbard.
Each had been a hand-me-down, so to speak, items that had been left behind at the sanctuary by some adventurer or another. When she had first departed the fey, she had felt a bit odd about wielding others weapons and wearing their clothes, but now, as she burned scarlet with humiliation at the unseen leers and appreciative roar of the crowd, she missed each one sorely. She began to panic even in the way that she insisted that she shouldn't panic, and to practically shout at herself that she could rely on her friends. The blind foxgirl held onto both of those ideas with a delusional fervor, but neither could save her as she felt two tentacles press at her virgin orifices.
She opened her mouth to plead with the angel, to beg her to leave her virginity intact and instead take some other orifice despite the realization that their opponent seemed poised to use her every hole, but she couldn't get the words out. Instead, in that mere heartbeat of an instant, she was consumed by regret. She remembered her mother's training of her in vivid detail. The pain that her own parent had put her through. How many times she ended the day so exhausted that she couldn't even stand? She had broken fingers, been bruised and battered, and at one point had been sure that her mother must have hated her. And when she had broken down into tears and said as much, her mother sat her down and told her the truth. That she did love Oormi, but that female warriors had fates that could be crueler than death awaiting them if they lost, and that she couldn't bear to send the foxgirl out prepared for anything less than the absolute worst.
Which the blind kitsune found at the very moment she realized that she wasn't, as the tentacles speared into her ass and cunt completely unhindered by how unprepared she was. She yelped in a manner that sounded more like she had been stabbed by steel than flesh as the twin invaders plowed into her. It hurt so much more than she had ever been prepared for. It wasn't due to the rupture of her hymen, the very nature of her race and the amount of physical activity she had done in her life helped to ease that pain. But she hadn't been aroused and the only lubrication present to help ready her virgin body for what was being done to it was the natural slickness on the angel's tentacles.
She went completely limp in her attacker's grasp. The only thing preventing her tears from being visible was that her blindfold soaked them up before they could stream down her face. She was ruined for marriage. Would she ever find a love as great as her parents' now? Worse, there was nothing she could do to fight the angel off or to escape from her situation. She was nothing more than a doll for her rapist to feed from. The final blow to her own will to struggle was that she knew that her teammates were watching, the entire arena was watching. How would she face them again after this? Every word, every noise, every cheer from the audience seemed miles away at that realization. Perhaps mercifully, her thoughts would end up interrupted and a squeal escaped her lips as the tentacles pulled back, for what she assumed was the sole purpose of jamming themselves back in her. It hurts so much...
But that wasn't as bad as it could get, she soon found. The angel's tactics adjusted to better toy with her virgin prey. Instead of simply thrusting into the woefully unprepared kitsune until the woman deemed as Blackwing was done with her, her tentacles began to squirm. They began to almost vibrate inside her inner walls. For Oormi, who had only ever witnessed such acts and had barely ever laid a hand on herself, the pleasure was unbearable. She had no experience or preparation for the sensations played upon her tender ass and cunny. It was like being introduced to chocolate for the first time, a little taste of heaven. It was new and something she hadn't ever tasted before and it elicited a feral scream from the short foxgirl, but now in mixed pleasure and denial instead of pain.
It was worse than when it had been painful. At least when it had been painful she knew it was plainly wrong, and that her attacker was a terrible monster. The inclusion of pleasure stole that plain distinction from her. Her decreasingly conscious mind began to insanely question herself, as if her situation was somehow her own fault. "N-n-no! Please stop! I don't want to do -- ah! -- this! Please!" She suddenly begged of the angel sometime after Blackwing had declared her intent to rape Kherem as well, her words likely falling on deaf ears. She felt such shame at how good the tentacles were beginning to feel inside her, she felt shame as she began to lose her strength to struggle, and she felt shame as her body responded in the form of escaped gasps of pleasure and an increased inability to try to pull herself away from her violator, even though she logically knew that none of it was her own fault. But the worst of it all was that she knew her team and the spectators all could still see her, and that they could see her giving in.
It might have been what inspired her last effort to aid her team in the fight, though even Oormi herself was in no mind to say. As her orgasm and unconsciousness approached, the former of which she was so unfamiliar with that she had no idea what awaited her beyond her peak, she resolved to attempt one last magic; a simple cantrip. As if a final act of defiance and a declaration that the world couldn't count the blind kitsune broken yet, she relied on her own luck to cast a small hex on the angel's own. Their bodies were touching so intimately that all she had to do was work the most minor of her waves on the Blackwing; she couldn't possibly miss. Whether it would do anything or not, she couldn't say, but she couldn't just let herself be broken without contributing at least something. Not yet, not so soon into her adventure.
Least Luck Manipulation on Blackwing, 1d10 - 3 roll penalty on her. 0 casting and 0 EP cost, wee. Drop Kherem's buffs also, because forgetting to do that would be slightly embarrassing. >.>
Cheat Sheet
When being attacked by powers or spells, Oormi gains +10 dodge and has +10 resistance against their effects.
Oormi takes +5 PP and EP damage.
She takes *1.5 corruption from anything that would cause her to gain corruption.
Despite having kitsune heritage, Oormi does not drain EP or absorb people unless specifically noted as she doesn't yet realize she can.
She has fertile and becomes pregnant on a roll of 2 or higher.
Re: This is a Great Plan (Smokefish, Host, Hentaispider, and Hafnium)
Kherem's state of mind might not be entirely stable, but the Fallen Angels reaction, or lack thereof, to his steeled assault left him with more questions than answers. The only question he actually cared about had been answered though; the angel wasn't impervious to his attacks, she did bleed, and that was enough for the swordsman's simple mind. He was left further confused as his adversary so readily, not to mention swiftly, reached out to grab hold of his wrists, locking his arms together and further wrapping her foul tentacles up his arms.
He had not imagined himself so easily held in place, especially not after the variety of boons empowering him. Even less he had imagined that she intended to do to him like Draconis had, despite the damage he had caused to her. Frightened however, he was not. Not for himself. His eyes went wide as the Fallen Angel showed her intentions regarding Lumi and Oormi however, wide with rage. Had he not been so focused on his opponent, he might've just hung there, slackjawed, and watched the naked forms of the two Kitsune females, but such was not the case then and there.
His attempts to struggle against Blackwings hold of him only grew as he saw her ravage Oormi, but after his initial attempts, he would have to try something else. The shadows swirling around him, latched onto his bodies, they weren't strenghtening him enough. They weren't tempered enough. He were equal parts smith as he were a fighter, perhaps more so the former than the latter even; he would need to do better than this if he were to have the faintest hope of saving his allies. As much as it pained him to hear Oormi's cries and pleas, he would have to block it all out.
The shadows would stop swirling about, slowly withdrawing into Kherem, his fur slowly shifting in shade, from gray to black, as he focused to shape his power into something stronger, something more capable of serving him. It would tax his body without a doubt, but he didn't care; he had lived through worse, he would live through this aswell. And once the opportunity arose, or simply once his power had been reshaped, he'd offer no mercy if the chance was given.
Kherem recasts Dark Armor at X=21, for a total cost of 34EP and 13HP. If given the chance, he attacks Blackwing twice with his swords, or fists, or whatever he can manage. Lethally of course.
Grapple = 147, +103 to Hit
Damage = 2d6+117
Re: This is a Great Plan (Smokefish, Host, Hentaispider, and Hafnium)
As Lumi's clothes are shredded revealing her skinny, pale body that makes her look even younger than she is, the young kitsune suppresses the urge to struggle. Though her pretence seemed pointless, struggling would be equally useless, and she intended to give her opponent none of that satisfaction.
If/when Lumi is raped, she will drain the angel but won't resist pleasure
Upkeeps are paid. Kherem will activate his power and thus will pay the activation cost instead of upkeep, and Oormi dropped her buffs on Kherem to keep from passing out.
Blackwing penetrates Lumi, continues fucking Oormi, tries to strip Kherem, and grabs Melissa.
Grapple: Lumi and Oormi auto-lose, Kherem also apparently auto-loses on this one.
Attack: Melissa is hit.
Kherem is stripped! Melissa is grappled! Oormi is raped! Lumi gets it in both holes!
Pleasure (Blackwing) : 33 + 32 + 5 - 15 = 55 PP.
Resistance: Blackwing wins, does not orgasm, she deals an additional 10 pleasure damage this round.
Pleasure (Oormi) : 20 + 44 + 5 + 10 = 79 PP. Oormi orgasms.
Pleasure (Lumi) : 19 + 44 + 5 + 10 = 78 PP. Lumi orgasms.
Oormi is drained 40 + 5 = 45 * 2 = 90 EP, which is a whole helluva lot more than she has available. Blackwing converts it into 45 HP.
Lumi is drained 39 * 2 = 78 EP, also much more than she has.
Lumi drains 28 EP from Blackwing, producing a difference of exactly 50 EP, which Blackwing takes as is.
Note: Despite that this energy is seemingly coming from nowhere, it actually isn't. Running out of EP in battle generally causes problems because the character is using too much too quickly, which causes them to pass out. I've had characters regain their EP mechanically but still had them fluffed as tired. This is because they're using more energy from different portions of their soul, thus enabling them to fight more despite increasing levels of exhaustion. I've used this principle to allow draining past 0 EP for both PC and NPC succubi before, going as far back as DG1, so this isn't a special case and isn't the first time I've done it.
Melissa tries to stun ye angel.
Resistance: 40 vs 25, Blackwing wins. Melissa has, characteristically, rolled a 2.
Lumi and Oormi are helpless currently. It's all up to Kherem now, who activates Dark Armor X = 21 for 32 EP and 11 HP.
Next round is decisive, either Kherem hits and kills, or the fluffy tails are defeated.
Grapple: 139 vs 141. Kherem wins, despite not having Lumi's buff. The rolls were 3 for Blackwing vs 18 for Kherem.
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Damage: He does enough across 2 hits to guarantee death, but just to amuse myself, 3 + 6 + 28 + 63 = 100 damage per hit. With her 25 damage, one hit would have been enough to bring her down.
The fluffy tails win. I REPEAT. THE FLUFFY TAILS. WIN. Gain, uhhh, 6 exp for that.
Fate was not on their side.
Try as she might to resist, to keep a clear head and help her companions achieve victory from what felt like the jaws of defeat, Oormi simply couldn't resist the angel's touch. Every motion of the unnatural appendages squirming inside of her holes forced shivers to race through her body, and try as she might to call upon her waves, to provide aid to her teammates and disrupt the monster that had so violated her in front of her both them and the arena, Oormi simply couldn't bring herself together quickly enough. The sensations emanating from her lower portions were irresistible, and every one was accompanied by the feeling of a portion of her being simply torn away by the angel's metaphysical tendrils, so similar to the physicals that were binding and violating her. Pleasurable as they'd been up until then, when some unknown knot burst inside of her, Oormi came to understand that there were heights above and beyond even them. Her orgasm was ecstatic beyond anything she could ever have imagined, almost explosive in its potency and incomparable to any sensation that she'd ever felt before, be it pain or whatever pleasures she'd managed to inflict upon herself during her private experiments. The strength of her orgasm was only intensified as the vibrating tendrils pushed deeper into her and began to squirm harder, but as she came she also felt the whole of her essence stripped away to feed the void at the heart of the dark angel.
Her enchantments failed, leaving Oormi well and truly blind, but that wasn’t the worst of what happened by any means. Her energies gone completely, there was no barrier between her and the angel, and as she started to come down from her orgasm the core of her being was laid bare. Their opponent’s tendrils reached her even there, coiling around all that remained of her soul, their tips piercing it and draining away at her true essence… And beginning to pull. Slowly, Oormi felt herself growing lighter, and the more displaced that core was the more that feeling intensified, and the closer the angel’s hungry void seemed to grow. And there was nothing that she could do to stop it. Her energies were spent, her body was bound, and the last thing she’d perceived before the world went dark was seeing Kherem and Melissa both lifted and bound by their opponent. Oblivion beckoned welcomingly as the moorings of her soul began to stretch, and there seemed to be nothing that could be done to stop it.
Lumi, try as she might to appear inconspicuous and helpless, was offered no more mercy than her blind teammate by the black-winged angel. Though she didn’t given her assailant the satisfaction of making her squirm, she didn’t get any choice in giving them an entirely different sort of satisfaction when the tendrils pressed against her two holes piercing into her. They were no gentler on her than they’d been on Oormi, but thankfully no tearing was involved thanks to the slick goo coating the appendages, resulting in the same initial pain that the other lithe kitsune had experienced but soon similarly becoming irresistibly pleasurable. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before, pleasure on an unheard of scale that left her body spasming in ecstasy and her mind utterly blank from the waves of sensation emanating from her flower and (up until then virgin) anus. Like her companion, Lumi was unable to stem the tide even as she continued to try and “play dead” in their opponent’s grip, and within only a few moments her inner muscles tensed around the invading tentacles as she entered into a world-shattering orgasm. Lumi was more experienced in the abilities of her race than Oormi had been, however, and as Blackwing began to feed on her soul Lumi did the same in turn, slowing but not stopping the flow of her essence. Unfortunately, even with the added boon of the angel splitting her attention between Lumi and Oormi, Lumi couldn’t hold on to her energy, and the more of her spirit she lost the faster it seemed to trickle from her grasp. When she orgasmed, she too felt the angel’s spiritual tendrils close around the core of her soul as her magics failed, and while she wasn’t as close to falling into the empty void at the angel’s heart as Oormi was, she was no less helpless to resist the fall into oblivion by the time her orgasm was ending.
Melissa, inspired by the inner beast that had overtaken her, did little to help the situation. Her attacking having failed, the half-daemon attempted first to run, to flee from the abomination that had come to kill it. The arena’s walls proved too high for her, however, and so the beast, caged with a thing that it did not understand, couldn’t even hope to understand in point of fact, was left with only one option; fight. Taking up her halberd, Melissa rushed back to the center of the arena, where her companions and her nightmare were so heavily entangled. The tendrils emanating from the thing’s body did indeed move to intercept her, but all they got for their effort was her weapon, a tool that she didn’t need for what she intended to do. She only needed to reach the fallen angel, and reach her she did. Pressing a hand onto the angel’s shoulder, Melissa unleashed the last of her energies into a burst of magic into her foe’s mind, but despite her efforts the angel proved resilient even against the psychic acid that had been released upon her. As it turned out, all that she accomplished was to earn her opponent’s attention, as her strike came just as the angel was about to taunt Kherem again. Turning briefly to Melissa with an annoyed look, the angel’s tendril contracted, and suddenly Melissa was lifted off of the ground and suspended in midair, the tentacles that had grabbed her already worming their way underneath her clothes.
“Annoying little creature,” the angel spat, before turning back to Kherem and resuming her dark smile. “Now, where were we? Ahhh, yes~” she added as her tentacles bored under Kherem’s armor, smoothly lifting the chain shirt up and off of him while another set tugged off his pants. Left just as naked as the other two kitsune within only a few moments, the jeers from the crowd were no less for seeing the male kitsune naked, though they seemed to be coming from more of the female members of the crowd. The tips of those tendrils coiled around his flaccid length immediately, the rubbing over it and slowly forcing it to hardness despite Kherem’s rage, and the first signs of the dark angel feeding on his soul came to his attention as well once he’d reached his full length. “I love it when they’re angry~” the angel cooed darkly as she stepped closer to him, “It makes you so much tastier!”
In those moments, all hoped seemed lost, and though the four of them faced certain oblivion at the hands of the fallen angel, the crowd of demons above and around them roared in singular approval of their opponent’s foul deeds. But it was not over. Enraged beyond reason even as he felt the magics of his allies fail against their impossibly powerful opponent, leaving him all but alone, Kherem could see through spectral eyes the souls of Oormi and Lumi about to be torn completely from their bodies. Fury filled his heart, and as the shadows twisted around him, impossible strength filled his body, strength enough to match that of his foe for a single brief instant.
An instant was all that Kherem needed. Surging with power as the angel momentarily reveled in the pleasure caused by the induced orgasms in his companions, Kherem’s arms tore outward with his swords still in his hands, ripping free of the tentacles holding him. Kherem began to fall as the tentacles burst away from him, and the angel adopted an expression of complete surprise. It was to be her last face, as Kherem was already within range, and didn’t even bother to land before his swords crossed in front of him, the left just a tiny bit behind the right. Fleshy tendrils were split, sliced through like so much butter when faced with a hot knife, and the angel’s flesh and bone parted just as easily as the kitsune’s swords sliced through her midsection, cutting her into four pieces of almost perfectly even size. That strike took the very last of Kherem's strength from him, and after issuing it he lost the ability to stand, his shadowy armor failing and his swords tumbling from his hands.
The tentacles binding the three women, both physical and spiritual, gave a sudden shiver as their owner died, and then the former went limp while the latter vanished, sucked into the void of the angel’s soul as the body that contained it died. Where it went was beyond his ability to answer, but the weight that had settled upon each of them when they’d first entered the arena to face the fallen angel was suddenly lifted only a moment after the angel’s death, conveniently just when her body fell apart and tumbled to the ground in a mass of bloody gore.
The crowd didn’t seem to know how to take the end of the match initially, not when the angel had seemed to certain to win, but they caught on after a moment and exploded in an uproar of mixed cheers and shouts. Some were obviously displeased with how the fight had ended, but at least as many were happy to see the angel die at Kherem’s hands in such a spectacular fashion. The announcer opened up a moment later;
“And there we have it folks! The Foxy Fighters have triumphed over impossible odds, and defeated the Blackwing! They’ve conquered every obstacle set before them, and now they’re the undisputed champions of today’s team melee! Let’s hear it for the Foxy Fighters: Kherem, Lumi, Melissa, and…. Oormi!”
The crowd picked up in an approving roar as the alraune nurses came forth in force, putting Oormi, Kherem, and Lumi on stretches and escorting the rest out to the infirmary, carefully collecting their things in the process. Any of them were free to refuse the alraune if they preferred, though there wasn’t any reason to once the crowd had settled down and started shuffling out of the arena. They were taken to the infirmary for checkups, and after some magical healing and rest each of them was alright in a purely physical sense. What emotional wounds the battle against Blackwing might have left wasn’t something that the alraune were able to determine, let alone offer much help in healing.
Re: This is a Great Plan (Smokefish, Host, Hentaispider, and Hafnium)
She couldn't do it. As the tentacles continued to vibrating against her increasingly sensitive inner walls, Oormi couldn't muster the concentration to manipulate her waves. The blind girl gave it her all. She pushed herself to mental exhaustion with the effort, but she simply couldn't block out the distracting violation and the pleasure emanating from her abused crotch. As her peak came closer and closer, those sensations became the world for her. Before long there was nothing else outside of the pleasing motions of the invaders buried in her ass and sex for the naked foxgirl, and there was simply too much of a conflict in her head for her to force her focus onto any one other thing.
It was preordained the moment that a succubus had taken her first time, even if it wasn't by Oormi's own design, that her mental resistance would break if given enough time, and it broke spectacularly. A gasp of surprise and pleasure escaped the kitsune's lips as the wretched angel forced her first orgasm upon her, but that turned into a feral scream. No matter how much she didn't want it, nor how wrong it felt, the physical bliss of her climax couldn't be dulled. An addictive pleasure unlike anything she had ever experienced before in her life caused her entire frame to convulse, even though she ceased to struggle against the tentacles binding her. Another pressure, which had begun to build in her the moment the violating appendages had started vibrating, relieved itself in the form of her coating the organ buried in her cunt in girlcum. Her toes curled and her hips bucked against the penetrating tentacles.
The foxgirl was kept locked in the throes of the mind shattering orgasm, for an amount of time completely lost to her, by the further intrusion of the tentacles. By the time it did begin to die down, the blind girl, now well and truly blind as the last of her energy began to fade away, no longer even had the strength to convulse. She slowly went limp in her attacker's clutches; the euphoria of succubus-induced pleasure and the angel's draining of her soul sapped her of her ability and will to fight any longer. Her mouth hung open with a gasp escaping her lips with every new movement of the tentacles. She was getting so tired then, between the continuous tugging at her soul by something she could no longer see and the aftermath of her orgasm. A warmness and deliriousness overtook her, and the significance of Kherem and Melissa being picked up and the consequences it would have for her very life were lost to her. Just a quick nap, she decided since everything was dark anyway, before she began to drift off into what might be the last sleep of her life.
...
And she woke up as she hit the ground. She scrambled to her feet, went for her sword, and assumed a fighting stance. Or at least she tried to. In truth, she simply laid there on the cold earth of the arena floor, trying desperately to regain some form of control over the situation. In the end, Oormi had no strength to move, nor any strength to do more than to lay there in the nude. Her world was utter darkness, and she had no idea what had happened. She couldn't even begin to piece together the thought that her group might have actually won. Maybe the angel had simply grown tired of them. She had to get her sword, just in case.
The crowd interrupted her with its roar, with both cheers and jeers erupting from the spectators. She wasn't in a mindset to try to discern the reason why the crowd was shouting, instead Oormi was immediately reminded that she had been laid bare for them all to see. Everyone had been able to see her violation and her shameful reaction to it, even her teammates. How would she face them again? And that wasn't even the worst of it to her. The foxgirl had saved herself among faeries, a feat in itself, so that she might give her first time to her true love like her parents did. It wasn't fair that it had been taken away so easily! She wasn't like her sister, who had openly bragged to the blind girl about her indiscretions with the faeries.
Then the announcement curtailed any further thoughts along those lines. They had won? They were champions? It didn't feel like it. She couldn't muster joy, just a bitterness toward the angel that rapidly escalated into anger. Happiness and all of its variants were missing in the blind kitsune and any spot that those might have held in her heart were already taken by a mixture of other emotions. She was taken away on a stretcher with that same mixture becoming volatile, and yet she was still unable to tell what had happened without her magical means of seeing.
They hit the boiling point after the unseen plant-women announced her physical status as fine, but only briefly. Fine...? I'm not fine! I hate that woman! And I hope... I hope she's dead! Her fury's momentum broke under that thought. Did she really just think that? Of course the blind kitsune was angry, and of course she was distraught, but to give up her vow so easily? No. The act may have been a repulsive thing and it had taken away something very important to her, but she couldn't give up so easily or else what point was there in leaving the safety of the fey sanctuary. She could never forgive the angel, and if she was alive then she would never be anything more than an enemy, but Oormi couldn't allow that creature to take any other things of importance away from her.
"Are the others alright?" she asked aloud, hoping that the alraune who had cared for her was still close enough to hear and answer the question. "And may I have a blanket?"
Once her interaction with the nurse, whether she was actually present or not, came to an end, Oormi would rest. She tried to focus her thoughts on her teammates and the relief of their survival, or at least hope for their survival if she hadn't received an answer prior. Their opponent's actions would be a difficult thing for her to truly recover from, but for then she just wanted to try to avoid dwelling on it if only because it wouldn't help her healing. Once her soul's energy was restored, she would recast her wavesight and then sit up and get redressed. Afterward, if nothing else had happened to interrupt her, she would wander back toward the booth that her team had sat in earlier, deciding to allow the others time to recover on their own with the intent of reuniting with them later when the memories were a little less fresh.
Recast Lesser Strength (+12 perception) for 2 EP. Then, unless something stops her, wander off to yon booth for a bit.
Re: This is a Great Plan (Smokefish, Host, Hentaispider, and Hafnium)
Simply being the weakest point to attack did not, in fact, require something to be weak. Though the animal attacked the most vulnerable point of its killer that could be found, the effort was still in vain. Despite the act connecting, the spiritual attack failed to even disturb the impossible abomination before it was spent.
In the midst of a swarm of tentacles, there was absolutely nothing that the beast could do to escape... though it did still try, with all the fury of true terror. When the appendages inevitably pulled the beast from the ground, wrapped around each of it's limbs, there was still fight left in its body - not for a second did it fail to thrash with any muscle it still could move, despite any ability to escape. The unfailing struggle the animal made was quite abnormal for a beast; even they would know to give up, or at least conserve strength, rather than struggle constantly. Yet, in a presence that inspired such base terror, it simply was not possible for the creature to cease the fight for its life. That its death appeared to be of a more perverse nature than most animals suffered was not of any relevance; its ability to continue to live was still going to be compromised, and that issue overrode anything else.
When the tentacles slackened around it, the extra manoeuvrability was immediately used to get teeth into one of the appendages, while any other limb threw the rest off as quickly as possible. It hadn't missed the explosion of blood and body as the male attacked, but the need to fight for its life overrode the understanding that its killer had met its fate. When the roar of the crowd came, the animal flinched to the ground, hiding itself as it tried, with great futility, to simultaneously see both its killer and the all new opponents shouting from above.
Once the crowd seemed quite unable or unwilling to act to hurt the beast, its attention returned to the monster, confusion creeping its way into its volatile psyche when it realised that its killer had not actually done anything for several seconds - and was in four (or quite a lot more, if one counted the tentacles) pieces on the ground. Giving one appendage an experimental kick, and finding that it was, in fact, non-responsive, the mammal was at a loss. It wiped wetness away from its eyes to better try and take in the situation. Somehow, the impossible monstrosity had died, and now lay in bits, moderate surprise still stuck on the woman's face. This was what the animal had been terrified of - a pile of limp tendrils and four bits of once-sexy human. The only possible response to such an impossible recovery from that terrifying situation was overwhelming relief - and with it, an unstoppable giggle that soon snowballed into laughter that tore the animal's breath away, and almost seemed to be as likely to kill it as the angel had. After a minute, though, a laugh nearly caused the beast to vomit, an act it barely managed to fight back; after that, the fit stopped, though it couldn't help but giggle again for a moment just after it recovered.
Rising to its forelimbs and hindlimbs, the animal felt very far away from the position it physically occupied. That was not a new sensation - it had felt this way since so desperately sending its energies to attack the un-beast. It had been so desperate, however, that the desire to continue fighting still reached its body without fail. Now that the emotions were fading, however, continuing to make its body move was becoming harder and harder to do. It could send the desire to act, but the body seemed to only be doing so at half-measures, unless it had a great desire for the act it was attempting to carry out.
The weakened control over its body did not, however, prevent the animal from finding a new emotional viewpoint on the situation. Elation was still in its system, and thrill, and with that came heat. Despite the odd 'distance', it was not tired, though it had been sweating a bit from the exertion - its body, after all this fighting, violence, and bloodshed... or, nay, because of it, was quite ready to mate with something nearby. Rather than for combat, its rushing blood was reddening its skin because of lust, its ragged breaths now not of terror but desire. Though parts of its body had mild aches, none ached as greatly as its flushed genitals. To its eyes, there was none better to sate that desire than the male canine. Its strength was evident, its body was present, its disposition was... well, the animal understood it as 'would have sex with me', and that was all that was important. There was nothing better than fucking after fighting, it... no, she - for to ignore the existence of the animal's gender now would be disingenuous - knew that from thousands of memories.
So, rising to legs that still weren't quite responding as they should, the beast managed to muster up the motivation to run toward the foxman - who was now immobile and on the floor, but still breathing, and that was the extent that she cared about his condition - getting onto her hands and knees to straddle him bodily. She was, of course, still covered in blood and the occasional fleck of gore, as was he - but such concerns were not for an animal. Words were not something that the creature could manage; while she could understand them, the act of converting thoughts to complex sounds was beyond her... for the most part. "Ffuckk.." The word wasn't spoken, so much as a very specific moan of desire, made while rubbing a cheek to the male's chest in what could only be an affectionate manner. It was hardly the only rubbing being done, either - given their difference in heights, the pair were crotch to crotch, and the female's body had started slowly shifting forwards and back, entirely without conscious thought. For a female covered in recently spilled blood and a decent amount of perspiration alongside it, the creature didn't smell as badly as one might expect. While her sweat did not smell sweet, it was not the scent one might expect. Instead it seemed to be closer to the smell of arousal - and a rather infectious arousal, at that...
