Mika gently rubbed the healing salve onto Luka's pectoral muscles, then slowly down his washboard stomach to. . .
"Oh, for Goddess's sake" said Lyra, shoving the wizard aside. "I'll do this. You get Jak fixed." She began directly applying the salve to Luka's wounds in a rather more functional and considerably less pleasant way.
Mika tore his eyes from Luka's prostrate form. He reversed the shrinking spell on Jak first, reducing him to a normal sized chicken, then turned him back into an ogre.
The restored Jak's first words were "Where is mistress?"
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"Your bunny rabbit is so cute" said Tobi, petting Erik, who tried to squirm away. "My wolf friends are so hungry."
"OK" said an increasingly nervous Amber, not sure if she had more power over the wolves than did this strange, scary girl "You can pick what games we play." Erik tried to grit his teeth, which rabbit jaws aren't really good for, and resignedly snuggled up to Tobi's petting hand.
"Thank you" Tobi grinned at Amber. "You're my second-best friend ever after Shari. Maybe third after Jak, but he's not good at playing games."
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"Just who I wanted to see" Lyra greeted Ander while Luka, fully healed, was stretching himself to Mika's (and also Yvana's) admiration. "Find out where Tobi has gone, Mr. Detection-man. Some guy, probably a beastmaster, teleported away with her." Lyra turned to Zoanna to get a report on what had happened to the acolyte group. Zoanna was blushing fiercely.
"OK" responded Ander. "I'm not sure that whoever grabbed her is going to like her when she's angry, though."
"I'm not sure any of us are going to like her when she's angry" said Mika, reluctantly turning away from gazing at Luka, who was now sparring with Audrey. "Before we find her, we need to work out a containment strategy."
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"Isn't Mr. Erik cute?" said Tobi, clucking over a rabbit dressed in a baby bonnet and diaper. "Just like a little baby, aren’t you, Mr. Erik?"
Erik looked longingly at the open jaws of the wolves, regretting the day he had ever met Esmeralda.
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Marge held the rock and concentrated on her own body. She grew and at the same time youthened. The aches and pains acquired in years of menial work disappeared. Her arms, legs and core became adorned with feminine muscle. When the transformation stopped where the former middle-aged barmaid had stood was a youthful Amazon, six and a half feet tall with muscles to match.