[Jade INT 14+4=18]
A coiled spring of arcane energy extends from Jade's palm. It tightens, and then tightens still, before shooting forwards with a swoosh of air and blasting the unsuspecting crow man in the side. There's a great burst of black feathers, knocked loose from the crow as he's rolled over onto his side. Traversini squeaks, confused with whatever just went on, before recognizing Jade as his savior and nodding gratefully to her. With a few mighty heaves of his entire body weight, his small form manages to drag the precious box into his crew's lifeboat as he calls back to her. His tone has a glimmer of a Transylvanian accent to it as he speaks, hardly urgent, and surprisingly high. "Come now. Quick. There's room for-"
He's interrupted as the red-furred mouse man lunges forth and pulls a lever on the side of the galleon, dropping their lifeboat right into the water as Traversini finishes with a surprised yell. With her potential for reward now paddling away in the sea, Jade would probably feel a bit cheated by the nervous rodent's impulse if not for the situation at hand. The crow man from before, rugged and rough looking, and with a black eyepatch barely visible over his left eye, finally comes to his senses and stands. She hears the closest thing to a snarl a bird could ever accomplish come from his beak, feathered-fists bared, before he glances bitterly at the almost-protective form of Xian as he finally comes panting before Rebecca's presence. As the semi-mute crow man skulks off, its a safe assumption that perhaps this won't be the last of him, but with luck, perhaps it wouldn't be the last of Traversini and Cecilia's crew either.
With Xerlai, Drakon, and Milo watching behind her, the latter in awe at the tiny beast, Lily wails as she's knocked off of Rebecca's shoulder. Fully unsuspecting of the maneuver, her insignificant weight is thrown roughly to the wooden deck, and she cries out a second time, her tiny voice piquing in anger. "Worthless wench! I could have helped you out for once! But noooooo! Rape her senseless, big boy." She concludes, before flitting angrily to the ship's banister and mumbling a strand of words in a spell. Before anyone can think to warn her, Lily sends three rapid fire pulses of magenta-colored magic at Rebecca. The first lands directly between her breasts, surely startling her like the sudden stab of a knife, before the faux-pains settles into an enrapturing tingle of too-pleasant warmth. There's a tightening in her chest as her four tits swell up like balloons, dripping sweet milk from her large nipples, and growing bigger still until they settle into large E-cups. Any conscious shreds of her mind tell her that the change is temporary, sort of, at least. Enough milking would bring her back to her normal size in no time, just for them to fill up later however. The second pulse fills her clit with molten pleasure as it grows as well. It peeks out past the hood, throbbing with the strange arousal, before stopping when it reaches two inches in length. The third pulse actually parts the lips of her piercing studded pussy, giving the facade of genuine penetration by the magic, up until a gush of slick fem cum spills from her cunt and out onto the deck. Rebecca will be much wetter from now on, and if the pleasure in her loins were no indication, a bit more sensitive inside too. Blowing a raspberry, Lily darts off, spaded tail trailing behind her as she disappears in the crow's nest.
The situation comes crashing back down as Xian reaches out to grope her breasts. If her charming words weren't already enough to get him both convinced and rock hard, her extra-swollen breasts and juicy pussy certainly are, and a fifteen inch monster of a cock, done up on the sides with patterned ribs and flaring at the head, protrudes from behind his flimsy loincloth. "Milk bitch! You are looking good! You let me fuck you now." He says, regarding her like some sort of old friend as he tries to get a meaty hand around her waist, probably planning on picking her up and setting her right down on his dick. Fortunately, Keigan smacks him repeatedly on the arm, halting his approach. "Settle down, settle down you goddamn oaf! The boat's on fire. Fuck her whenever, I don't care, just for the love of all that is holy, pull that brain out of your cock, pop it right back into your head, and save it for later." The rottweiler jabs a thumb in their lifeboat's direction, and the struggling blur of orange that is Hatiith Geeldes wriggles about on the floor of the boat, prone without his cane. "Wittle puddy tat is over there. I'm sticking with him unless you all happen to have a boat crammed up your asses, because from the look of it, you're all stuck with Xian now, and that means I'm stuck with you too." Keigan says, looking the crew over with an irritated scoff.
[Woo! First transformations! (with Ecna's consent of course)]