Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-24026095-20170326040828

The march hare keeps running away from the debris. She leaps at a door and kicks right through it, breaking apart the already falling door. &lsquo;Fine, but you'll have to stay in my rabbit hole if the ship falls apart, fufufufufufufu!&rsquo; ((She hasn't yet realised the drones are repairing the ship.)) &lsquo;My friends will be fine in their rabbit holes and barns, and my dragon relatives can just zoom into the air. Maybe while carrying my aerially handicapped friends, hahahahahaha!!!! Oh, wait, I'm included among them ... &rsquo; She sulks and pouts as she runs past a whole array of auto-turrets blasting the ship to shreds. She drops a couple of Trip Mines behind her. One explodes, taking apart the room, and the other glows orange as it lies in wait. She leaps over a few data cables and goes for the control room.

Siri flies over ICARUS's shoulder and lands on the ground with a thump. She winces as the first punch hits her shoulder, but then starts enjoying it like the BDSM slut she is. She starts squirting blue cunt juice all over ICARUS's stomach, but then winces as the 350th punch hits her shoulder. She drives a knee into his crotch, her perfectly formed blue thigh rippling and flexing as it rams powerfully ... upwards where the sun don't shine, or something like that. She twists her delicate feet around, flexes her smooth calves and suddenly wraps them around ICARUS again.