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LoK Wake Up (nude).

Totemist — Fri, 10 Apr 2015 12:45:30 GMT

Totemist:

Krystal regained consciousness gradually, becoming more and more aware of the thatched roof above her as she rose again into the waking world. She groaned, still half asleep, head pounding, and her bodies needs more demanding than ever. She slowly moved her hand between her legs, stroking her wet pussy as half-formed images of her violated form hold down beneath scaly monsters filled her mind. Eventually the fantasy of her mouth hanging open as the fucking began to overwhelm her mental defenses engaged her mind all the way, and she struggled up and sat on the edge of the rough cot, gazing blearily at the room around her, still somewhat delirious.

She found herself in a somewhat crude wooden hut, chinked with mud and with some basic furniture scattered around the room and sunlight streaming through the closed shutters of the single window. A pot of some kind of soup hung above a small fire, filling the air with an appetizing smell. Briefly disoriented, she tried to recall how exactly she'd wound up here before memories of the crash rushed back to her. She began to blush a deep crimson under her fur as she realized that the Sharpclaws had almost definitely taken her captive, and she was still on track for getting bent over a table for some poetic justice.

Reaching slowly up, the blue vixen gently squeezed one of her perky breasts and slowly slid a hand over her warm, throbbing pussy. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad? She was definitely hot and ready for her punishment, and maybe if she put all the effort she could into working her hips and learning how to suck cock properly, they'd spare her ass long enough for her to properly stretch herself out...

She suppressed a moan, spreading her tight pussy lips with her fingers and wondering how hard the first warrior would have to thrust to penetrate her, when she heard a faint sound outside the door. She reflexively tried to stand before falling back heavily onto the cot, her legs not up to the task. The start seemed to knock her mind back into order, clearing the last of crash-and-heat delirium and she started to think that maybe, just maybe, she's find a way to escape without being violated into willing slavery by a bunch of foul-smelling monsters. She summoned her will and forced the aching void inside her to quiet, at least for the time being, taking stock of her situation.

Looking around, she noticed for the first time that a leather belt lay on a rough wooden table near her, along with a curiously curved heavy knife in a finely crafted sheath, next to her own knife and pistol. Curiously, she looked down and saw that her nude body had been adorned with gold jewelery and decorations, of surprisingly fine craftsmanship, that matched the decor on the belt in style. She slowly stood up, wincing at kinks in her back, and limped over to the table. The belt seemed perfectly sized for her hips, and the simple mechanism buckled easily. She walked a few loops around the room, adjusting the fit and wishing she had a mirror on her. She suspected that she looked pretty good in this get-up, a slutty barbarian queen or tribal priestess on a primitive world...

She shut that path of thought down quickly, turning her attention to the heavy knife. Curved inward on its sharp edge, it looked like it would be excellent for clearing heavy brush... Or limbs. The flat edge would also serve very well for breaking bones and busting heads, and all in all it seemed a nastily effective piece of blade-work. She admired the craftsmanship, excellent for such a primitive planet, and attached the sheath to her shiny belt. She checked her pistol and survival fine briefly before putting the modern weapons on her belt as well, modern synthetics clashing strangely with the jungle-beast leather.

Krystal stopped and wondered why, exactly, they had taken her clothes and dressed her up in this shinery and then left her with her weapons. Were they really that cocky, or was she not a prisoner after all? She recalled the smell of what were probably Sharpclaws and distinctly remembered being felt up, and then blushed furiously at her almost instinctive response, feeling her knees go weak at the remembered need to submit to owner of those wandering hands in every way... Forcing her thoughts back on track, she reasoned that they'd most likely left her naked because they'd found her that way. Good thing too, in this heat.

More noise from outside drew her attention, as a shadow crossed the door. She stood back a ways from the doorway, trying to get herself and under control and slow her breathing before confronting the owner of this hut. Long practice easing her lithe body into a fighting stance, holding the pistol up and uncomfortably aware of the unfamiliar weight of the formidable fighting knife, ill at ease with carrying a weapon she didn't know how to use. Not at all like Fox, who would pick any old thing up off the battlefield as long as he could figure out which end killed people...

Extraneous thoughts filtered out, to be replaced by pure concentration. The pistol was held ready, but not pointing at the door. Wouldn't do to antagonize the first native she saw, after all. The mind she sensed coming reinforced this: Burbling everyday surface-chatter about the weather and daily life cut with curiosity about a blue figure whose identity Krystal could guess, and blushing, and undercurrent of very... Feminine lust focused on that form.
<UNDER CONSTRUCTION>

What does Krystal Do?
*[[LoK Accept the armor.]]
*[[LoK Accept the armor, but remain topless.]]
*[[LoK Give in to her lust and remain nude.]]

Location:[[Liz's Hut]]

{{LoKStatus|Equipment=''[[Weapons Belt]], [[Sidearm]], [[Traditional Knife]]''|Health=Unspeakably horny|MP=0|Conquests=0}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal|*]]

Or, if you want to start where you left off, jump to [[:Category:LoK_Locations|a location in the story]]

LoK Wake Up (nude).

Totemist — Sat, 14 Mar 2015 14:21:23 GMT

Totemist: Added more text. Will go back later and edit in Intrusive Thoughts.

Krystal regained consciousness gradually, becoming more and more aware of the thatched roof above her as she rose again into the waking world. She groaned, still half asleep, head pounding, and her bodies needs more demanding than ever. She slowly moved her hand between her legs, stroking her wet pussy as half-formed images of her violated form hold down beneath scaly monsters filled her mind. Eventually the fantasy of her mouth hanging open as the fucking began to overwhelm her mental defenses engaged her mind all the way, and she struggled up and sat on the edge of the rough cot, gazing blearily at the room around her.

She found herself in a somewhat crude wooden hut, chinked with mud and with some basic furniture scattered around the room and sunlight streaming through the closed shutters of the single window. A pot of some kind of soup hung above a small fire, filling the air with an appetizing smell. Briefly disoriented, she tried to recall how exactly she'd wound up here before memories of the crash rushed back to her. She began to blush a deep crimson under her fur as she realized that the Sharpclaws had almost definitely taken her captive, and she was still on track for getting bent over a table for some poetic justice.

She squeezed one of her perky breasts and slowly slid a hand over her soaking cunt. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad? She was definitely hot and ready for her punishment, and maybe if she put all the effort she could into working her hips and learning how to suck cock properly, they'd spare her ass long enough for her to properly stretch herself out...

She suppressed a moan, spreading her tight pussy lips with her fingers and wondering how hard the first warrior would have to thrust to penetrate her, when she heard a faint sound outside the door. She reflexively tried to stand before falling back heavily onto the cot, her legs not up to the task. the start seemed to knock her mind back into order, and she started to think that maybe, just maybe, she's find a way to escape without being violated into willing slavery by a bunch of foul-smelling monsters. She summoned her and forced the aching void inside her to quiet, at least for the time being, taking stock of her situation.

She noticed for the first time that a leather belt lay on a rough wooden table near her, along with a curiously curved heavy knife in a finely crafted sheath, next to her own knife and pistol. Curiously, she looked down and saw that her nude body had been adorned with gold jewelery and decorations, of surprisingly fine craftsmanship, that matched the decor on the belt in style. She slowly stood up, wincing at kinks in her back, and limped over to the table. The belt seemed perfectly sized for her hips, and the simple mechanism buckled easily. She walked a few loops around the room, adjusting the fit and wishing she had a mirror on her. She suspected that she looked pretty good in this get-up, a slutty barbarian queen or tribal priestess on a primitive world...

She shut that path of thought down quickly, turning her attention to the heavy knife. Curved inward on its sharp edge, it looked like it would be excellent for clearing heavy brush... Or limbs. The flat edge would also serve very well for breaking bones and busting heads, and all in all it seemed a nastily effective piece of blade-work. She admired the craftsmanship, excellent for such a primitive planet, and attached the sheath to her shiny belt. She checked her pistol and survival fine briefly before putting the modern weapons on her belt as well, modern synthetics clashing strangely with the jungle-beast leather.

She had to stop and wonder why, exactly, they had taken her clothes and dressed her up in this shinery and then left her with her weapons. Were they really that cocky, or was she not a prisoner after all? She recalled the smell of what were probably Sharpclaws and distinctly remembered being felt up, and then blushed furiously at her almost instinctive response, feeling her knees go weak at the remembered need to submit to owner of those wandering hands in every way... Forcing her thoughts back on track, she reasoned that they'd most likely left her naked beacuse they'd found her that way. Good thing too, in this heat.

More noise from outside drew her attention, as a shadow crossed the door. She stood back a ways from the doorway, trying to get herself and under control and slow her breathing before confronting the owner of this hut. She began to tremble, wondering if she was about to be faced with a demand for her body. What would she say? Did she really even want to refuse?

<UNDER CONSTRUCTION>

What does Krystal Do?
*[[LoK Accept the armor.]]
*[[LoK Accept the armor, but remain topless.]]
*[[LoK Give in to her lust and remain nude.]]

Location:[[Liz's Hut]]

{{LoKStatus|Equipment=''[[Weapons Belt]], [[Sidearm]], [[Traditional Knife]]''|Health=Unspeakably horny|MP=0|Conquests=0}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal|*]]

Or, if you want to start where you left off, jump to [[:Category:LoK_Locations|a location in the story]]

LoK Wake Up (nude).

Totemist — Thu, 15 Jan 2015 11:20:36 GMT

Totemist:

LoK Give in to the heat and strip naked.

Totemist — Thu, 15 Jan 2015 11:16:15 GMT

Totemist:

Krystal kept trying, to no avail, to concentrate and pay attention to her surroundings, despite the mounting heat both within her cockpit and deep inside her. After two loops through the same area without being able to concentrate properly on her readouts, she sighed and admitted defeat. Slowly, relishing the feeling of relatively cool air of her fur, she stripped out of her tight flightsuit, leaving it discarded on the seat beneath her. She sighed and ran her hands over her sweaty body, slowly transferring into sensual rubbing. She briefly fondled her breasts before her hands moved down, almost of their own accord. She shook her head and kept flying, more easily paying attention to her monitors now.

The extra concentration didn't last long, however, as the schoolgirl naughtiness of her nudity made her blush and giggle, thinking of what fox would think if he could see her now, his expression as he realized just what he was missing as he beheld her nude and covered in sweat, spread out in her tiny cockpit, ready and eager for a male, any male, to spread open her legs and take her...

Now where had ''that'' thought come from? She smiled to herself, idly pinching one erect nipple with her free hand. More and more after the last few weeks she'd been thinking about male companionship, or rather the lack thereof in her life. She'd been trying to suppress her libido ever since her breakup and she'd been failing across the board, tempted to put out an offer for a one night stand on some hookup site just to have a halfway decent male drill her, but she'd been too timid to make the jump. Funny how that was.

Instead, she'd been trying to meditate her arousal away, which only succeeded in reducing it for a time. Truth be told, she'd always been an amorous girl, and she'd been holding back her appetites through willpower for a long, long time. It would be nice to finally relax into the arms of an aggressive male, and sate the deep, maddening heat inside her. Idly, she thought of Fox... No, not Fox. Fox was history. Wolf, with his bad-boy demeanor and scars? No, too much of an asshole... It was almost hilarious, she thought, that her list of males to fantasize about getting a good screwing from was as short as the list of males he could get a real screwing from. Suddenly, she broke out in a grin, as she settled on an imaginary partner that would do the trick. Huge, strong, masculine, aggressive, wrapping thick green arms around her as she surrendered and spread her legs to receive what would inevitably be a truly monstrous cock...

The Sharpclaw Warrior, everything her carnal desires wanted in a male and deliciously taboo. Why limit herself to just one, though? Blushing, she imagined being held down by a mob of unruly warriors, raising her ass to the air and presenting her femininity to the monsters that would so shortly destroy every orifice her poor body had, perhaps captured and reduced to a pleasure slave, little more than a living fuck doll whose only purpose was to present warm, tight holes to any male who desired a quick fuck. And if she just happened to love every second of her violation...

Fuck it. Double-checking her autopilot, she reclined her seat back as far as it would go and slid her fingers down to her wet slit, ever so slightly rubbing against her most delicate erogenous zone, images of her small, lithe form being buried beneath mountains of green muscle filling her head. Too, on the edges, an old girlish dream began to resurface, of finding another female to "experiment" with, finally a partner to help her explore the forbidden female form... But what she really needed now was a good dicking. Shameful visions of sultry nights with smiling females and the gentle rub of soft fur on fur stayed on the sidelines of her central fantasy of a particularly huge, hulking warrior taking her ass for the first time, her screams transforming into moans as the massive cock, lubed with cum and pussy juice leaking from her ravaged womanhood, slowly broke in her tailhole to fit his massive girth. She had to admit that both fantasies had most likely been lurking in the back of her mind for a long time, and had only surfaced in the damnable sauna that was her Arwing.

Sliding two fingers into her wet pussy, as her imaginary captors subjected her to sexual torture and degradation that she never would have admitted to wanting to be subjected to in a normal frame of mind, she failed to notice her Arwing circling dangerously low around a range of jagged hills, or the predatory feeling of a number of intelligent minds focusing on her with ill intent, tinged with a deeper, more primal desire. Lost in world of forced penetration and truly excessive showers of cum, she neared climax, fingers sliding faster along her most sensitive places as she imagined her will finally breaking, the constant force-fucking destroying her resolve and will to escape. Turned on just as much by the taboo of fantasizing about being raped into a willing little sex slave as she was by the sexual imagery, she felt the deep, demanding heat within her consume her mind and body as she neared a truly magnificent orgasm, focusing on an image of herself, broken and covered in Sharpclaw seed, cum running like a river from her ass and pussy as she spread her ass cheeks with her delicate hands for the first male of round two to fill her...

Only to be yanked from her inner world by a pair of heavy impacts on her Arwing, three fingers lick with her own lubricant emerging from between her legs as she suppressed a frustrated groan at the denied climax, distant eyes re-focusing on her surroundings.

Clinging to her cockpit and looking momentarily unsure of what they'd just done, were two hulking Sharpclaw warriors. Krystal blinked in confusion, at least partially sure that she was just seeing after-images from her fantasy. When they shook off the vertigo of hanging on a small craft far, far above the ground and started advancing on her, that doubt vanished. She reached for her holster, before realizing that it was in the suit underneath her. Cursing, she did her best to dis-entangle her sidearm as the warriors hooked their claws underneath the cockpit and pried it open with a groan of tortured metal. The predators leered in at her, and she caught sight of the obvious erections barely concealed within their loincloths. They were massive, bigger by far than anything in her depraved fantasies of a moment ago, even the barely-altered expy of General Scales that she'd pictured grabbing her by the tail and rhythmically raising and lowering her mouth around his cock in an ultimate display of his dominance and her eager, total submission...

It occurred to her that, in a way, she deserved to be pinned and violated by these creatures. She'd been fantasizing about being broken down into a whore for monsters while on the job, and because she was careless the universe was quite literally going to shove her indiscretion down her throat. Probably in a few other holes too, she thought as she stared at the bulging males, finding it hard to think about anything beyond how wet she was, how ready to lift her tail and present her rear to the huge, strong warrior so intent on claiming her...

The leering Sharpclaw reached in and grabbed the back of her head and began drawing it down onto his cock, claws digging painfully into her fur. That snapped her awake. If he'd only pressed her down gently, but firmly and irresistibly, onto his penis, she would have reluctantly opened her jaws and begun fellating him as her body grew ever hotter and more ready to receive a good, hard cock between her damp thighs. Because he had to twist his claws in the nape of her neck, however, a hotter spark of anger and indignation took hold, and he found himself staring into the barrel of a gun. Briefly.

The warrior slid off her cockpit, penis waving an obscene farewell as he plummeted to the jungle below. His companion snarled and pinned her arm against her control panel, before her other hand brought up a survival knife to stab through his wrist. Pistol freed, she added two neat holes to his chest before he, too, fell away into the air.

Victorious, she groaned in frustration at the universe teasing her with lustful monsters only to have them, once again, act like total bastards. As the low mountain peak ripped through the patched hull beneath her Arwing, she wondered if she was ever going to catch a break.

With no time to try and course correct, she scrambled to buckle her emergency harness as her Arwing hit tree in a bewildering rush of green trees and red-tinged impacts. She finally came to rest in the shade of a large tree, head swimming, and made one vain attempt to close her cockpit before leaning back and accepting unconsciousness into her, a sad substitute for something more satisfying.

After some time, she was vaguely aware of movement, and a powerful musky smell that invaded her nostrils and awakened her body, reminding her of sex and masculinity for reasons she could not recall. A smaller voice warned against danger, but her lust crushed it, and she summoned enough strength to raise her ass in the air a bit, swishing her tail invitingly above her perfect, firm rear and tight, dripping pussy. When this failed to elicit a response, she gave up on it and collapsed back into blackness.

What does Krystal Do?
*[[LoK Wake Up (nude).]]

Location:[[Krystal's Arwing (Flying)]]

{{LoKStatus|Equipment=''[[Flightsuit]], [[Sidearm]], [[Survival knife]]''|Health=Uncomfortably Warm|MP=0|Conquests=0}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal|*]]

Or, if you want to start where you left off, jump to [[:Category:LoK_Locations|a location in the story]]

LoK Wake Up (nude).

Totemist — Tue, 16 Dec 2014 10:03:00 GMT

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What does Krystal Do?
*[[LoK Accept the armor.]]
*[[LoK Accept the armor, but remain topless.]]
*[[LoK Give in to her lust and remain nude.]]

Location:[[Liz's Hut]]

{{LoKStatus|Equipment=''[[Weapons Belt]], [[Sidearm]], [[Traditional Knife]]''|Health=Unspeakably horny|MP=0|Conquests=0}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal|*]]

Or, if you want to start where you left off, jump to [[:Category:LoK_Locations|a location in the story]]

Totemist — Sun, 30 Nov 2014 11:47:10 GMT

Totemist: LoK Unzip her flightsuit just a bit further, to cool off. moved to LoK Concentrate and finish the mission.: Mistaken link.

Krystal shakes her head, as if to clear it, and does her best to focus on the mission. The rich mineral deposits play havoc with her sensors, making her wonder why no major interests have ever ever tried setting up mining operations here. Surely the price of extra security to keep the natives from killing your workers would be worth it? Then again, Sauria did have an uncertain reputation from when it sort of...broke into four pieces within recent memory, with the Krazoa spirits evidently being the only thing keeping the moon from being turned into a new ring system by the gravity of its parent body. Shuddering, she thanks her birth stars that Andross' madness never had a chance to succeed, leaving her trapped in a crystal prison on a lonely asteroid for eternity.

Try as she might, she gets no closer to her goal of activating the secondary drone, weaving twisting paths through the maze of jagged, volcanic ridges and narrow valleys as she hunts the weak and intermittent signal in vain. The temperature in the small cockpit rises, as the flightsuit seems to constrict around her lithe, sweaty frame. Groaning in frustration, she loops around a particularly impressive and rugged mountain range in an attempt to give her sensors a high-altitude scan of the target region, surprisingly not volcanic despite the prevalence of extinct Ashemounts in the surrounding area. As her Arwing circles the snow-capped peaks, eyes trained carefully on sensor readouts, her engines begin to flicker and whine. Snapping to attention, she scrambles to run diagnostics as she fights to keep control of the fighter, letting loose a series of expletives that would have shocked her elderly tutor into a long overdue grave.

Cursing even more foully, she blinks in disbelief at the readout, helpfully informing her that roughly nine out of every ten systems needed to actually make the Arwing fly and keep her protected from the vacuum of space are failing due to recent battle damage, and noting that the systems responsible for automatically monitoring her Arwings internals are not responding. Vaguely, she recalls Slippy saying something about having to re-route her automated diagnostics through a handful of backup computer cores, making them vulnerable to damage. As she fights to keep her Arwing level in its spiral to an inevitable meeting with the hard, hard ground, she curses the frog and his family six generations back. Why the Hell should she have to die because just this one time his warnings actually meant something? He should have spouted less jargon and made sure she was actually listening!

Her eyes flicker desperately to the weather readout. If she can just... There! Sighing in relief at the lucky updraft, she slams the emergency maneuvering jets into action with her fist, giving her the extra control and power she desperately needs to make her imminent crash survivable. Bracing for a hard landing, she closes her eyes tight as her precious Arwing slams through the jungle canopy, a symphony of snapping branches and cringe-inducing crashing noises singing her to her collision with the rocky soil. Slamming against the front of her harness, she all but blacks out as her starfighter slowly grinds to a halt. Taking one last look around, she looks at her clock, blinking in surprise at the time. Minutes? That crash felt like four hours of continually smacking trees! Collapsing back onto her seat, she slips into unconsciousness thinking that she wished the crash had broken part of her canopy open. It's so damn hot...

Some time later, she feels vague impressions of being in motion, of a smell familiar enough to warn her of danger but not immediately recognizable, and an oversize hand squeezing one of her firm ass cheeks. Trying to tell whoever it is to sod off, the words fail to escape her mouth and she falls the rest of the way into darkness.

What does Krystal do?
*[[Wake up.]]

Location:[[Krystal's Arwing (Flying)]]

{{LoKStatus|Equipment=''[[Flightsuit]], [[Sidearm]], [[Survival knife]]''|Health=Uncomfortably Hot, Unconscious|MP=0|Conquests=0}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal|*]]

Or, if you want to start where you left off, jump to [[:Category:LoK_Locations|a location in the story]]

Totemist — Sun, 30 Nov 2014 09:31:51 GMT

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Totemist — Sun, 30 Nov 2014 09:25:31 GMT

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LoK Open the cockpit to feel the cool wind and listen to the calls of the jungle.

Totemist — Sun, 30 Nov 2014 07:41:15 GMT

Totemist: LoK Open the cockpit to feel the cool wind and listen to the calls of the jungle. moved to LoK Open her flightsuit just a bit, to cool off.: Re-writing abandoned story, moving pages to suit new version.

#REDIRECT [[LoK Open her flightsuit just a bit, to cool off.]]

LoK Open her flightsuit just a bit, to cool off.

Totemist — Sun, 30 Nov 2014 07:41:15 GMT

Reaching forward, Krystal hits the canopy release, which results in a hiss of air as the cockpit depressurizes. A multitude of sounds wash over her with the refreshing wind, causing her to close her eyes and sigh, in tune with all of it. Except for that one feeling, slightly stronger now, but still drowned out amongst the jubilant birds surrounding her. Curiously, Krystal scans the surrounding area, but sees nothing unusual in the browns and greens of the surrounding jungle. A small bird zips past her face, snapping her attention back to the immediate vicinity. A flying lizard of some sort lands on the nose of the arwing and stares at her, unfortunately right on top of the intake. "Get off" she says playfully, standing up in the cockpit to shoo away the creature.

In the trees below, a very different sort of lizard watches the progress of the two ships, his dull green scales and brown armour providing the perfect camouflage. At the sight of Krystal, he signals another of his species at the base of the trees. This one takes off at a dead sprint, making impressive progress in the dense undergrowth. Easily swinging down from his perch, the first lizard starts off in a different direction with somewhat less urgency. An anticipatory smile splits his fierce visage.

In her arwing, Krystal reaches out over the flight controls, trying to scare off her new visitor. The stubborn lizard ignores her efforts. Frustrated, she leans dangerously far forward, but the beast is still out of reach. My staff. Sitting back down, she reaches around behind her seat for her staff. Standing once more, she reaches out to dislodge the creature. It hisses angrily and shoots into the air- straight toward Krystal's face. Surprised, she flails her arms wildly to fend off the little monster. Unfortunately, her staff catches on something and is torn from her grasp, tumbling quickly out of sight. "My staff!" she cries, leaning out of the cockpit to look back at where it fell. That could take days to find... CRACK! Her head whips around as the birds and other beasts scatter. What was that?! The wooden sound came from ahead and to the right. Fox doesn't seem to have noticed anything, but then again his canopy is still sealed. He always does miss the obvious she thinks to herself. CRACK! Suddenly, something slams into Fox's arwing. Almost immediately, Fox performs his infamous barrel roll, hurling whatever it was back into the jungle. The moment his maneuver is complete however, a second object hits, and this one apparently damages the ship's systems on impact, as it begins to lose power. "Fox!" Krystal screams in the communicator. "Are you okay?" There is no response. The extra weight coupled with the initial damage causes the fighter to sink toward the treeline. Krystal manages to make out some kind of hulking reptile clinging to the side before it spins out of sight.

CLUNK. Two more of the bipedal creatures land heavily on each sides of the cockpit, putting a strain on the engines. Krystal quickly grabs the joystick before remembering that she left it on autopilot. She reaches for her staff before remembering that that's no longer an option either. Oh no... She feels a huge clawed hand pin her in place as it's owner balances with one foot on the rim of the cockpit. Behind him, she can now see how these beasts got up here- catapults. She struggles wildly, but the creature ignores her, reaching toward his crotch with his free hand. He flicks aside that part of his armour allowing an oversized pink cock to burst free. On the other side, his partner quickly does the same. Both are as long as her forearm, and greater in girth. "What the GMPH!" Krystal is cut off as the first beast grabs her head and forces it onto his bumpy member. Too stunned to respond, she sees his partner start stroking himself out of the corner of her eye. The one in her mouth starts pumping in and out but is unable to get very far past the back of her mouth as she coughs and sputters. She quickly gives up fighting to focus on trying to breath during this onslaught. The beast in her mouth roars and she feels a sticky liquid gush down her throat. I tastes... salty. The lizard spurts again and again, causing the gunk to overflow and coat her muzzle. She swallows reflexively, gasping for air. She feels something hit her chest and looks down to see that the second lizard has coated her flightsuit in the white goo. ''This can't be happening.'' She lashes out again, but while the lizards shrug off her blows she accidentally disengages the autopilot, sending the arwing into a dive. Both creatures dive clear at the last second before it hits the trees. Grabbing desperately for the controls, Krystal manages to pull up just enough for the fighter to hit the jungle floor horizontally. She sees dirt and plant matter flying every where just before she blacks out.

Does she:
*[[LoK Wake up.]]

{{Status|Equipment=''Flightsuit''|Health=100|MP=0|Level=0}}

[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

LoK Open her flightsuit just a bit, to cool off.

Totemist — Sun, 30 Nov 2014 07:39:20 GMT

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LoK Open her flightsuit just a bit, to cool off.

Totemist — Sun, 30 Nov 2014 07:38:32 GMT

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Flightsuit

Totemist — Sun, 30 Nov 2014 07:31:55 GMT

Totemist:

A tantalizingly right-fitting jumpsuit intended to act as an emergency space-suit in case of emergency ejection. Comfortable, durable, and practical.

[[Category: LoK_Equipment|*]]