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C:\Users\Dwagon\Documents\GitHub\sourceTiTS\includes\CoC\characters\shouldraFollower.as

00254: output("\n\nFour hands, four boobs, more than enough to pleasure a man. Not that that stops Shouldra from ramping things up even further, submerging your [cockHead] deep within the witch's gullet. Your fingers dig into supple sandbags as your whole body tenses up, the salacious working of your giant prick dragging you closer to your climax. Sensing your event horizon approaching, the ghost girl redoubles her efforts: her tongue explores every inch of your crow's nest while her fearsome foursome speed up their thrusting all along your mast, drenching your body in ever-increasing torrents of milky mayhem.");

00273: output("\n\n\"<i><b>I</b> always get what I want, dear.</i>\" mocks the ghost girl. You resist the urge to roll your eyes as the sand witch turns to face you, her eyes that familiar glowing yellow hue. You slip out of your [pc.gear] as Shouldra rises the witch to her feet. Rising her host's fist to her lips, it appears as if she's on the cusp of discovering something. With a snap of her fingers, she mouths a familiar spell while drawing a circle in the air with an outstretched finger. Just as it dawns on you what she's doing, a smooth and circular object flies up from the ground, along your [leg], and slips itself into your [pc.vagina]. Without the adrenaline from combat to fuel you, the besiegement of your beaver melts you ");

00371: else if (flags["COC.SHOULDRA_GENDERLESS_FUCK_COUNT"] > 0 && flags["COC.GENDERLESS_MASTURBATION_WITH_GHOST_COUNT"] == 0) output("The moment the light reveals what lies within, your [butthole] instinctively clenches shut. \"<i>You didn't think I'd leave my most treasured possessions behind for some goblin to run into, did you?</i>\" It's the ghost girl's chest of dildos, as well-kept as the last time you laid worried eyes on it.");

00374: output("\n\nHowever, an unusual stirring deep within your midsection grinds your pursuit to a halt; the familiar visage of your companion has formed atop your feature-less groin. \"<i>Let me take care of this, Champ,</i>\" she exclaims before thrusting forward and - after carefully wiping it clean - using your [foot] to open and sift through the chest's contents. While doing so, she begins to recite some manner of spell in a singsong voice; whatever her target is, she certainly seems to be enjoying herself. You feel as though you could lose your balance at any time... if you actually had any command over it. No, the poltergeist is in full control from your waist and downward, defying gravity as she continues chanting and searching through her collection. Thanks to the incredibly awkward forward thrust you're locked in, you can't really make out the contents of her chest. At least not visually, but as the specter guides your [foot] around you can plainly tell that it's full of all sorts of dildos... among other things.");

00376: output("\n\n\"<i>Okay, here we go,</i>\" she declares, quickly ending whatever spell she was working on. Shouldra pulls your [foot] back out of the chest, a ");

00403: output("anxiously delivers its cargo to your possessed posterior. The ghost girl uses her augmented cheeks to grab hold of the fun stick, allowing you to regain a normal posture as your [foot] returns to the ground. The anxiety of the impending onslaught causes you to tense up; confoundment replaces anxiety when you go a few seconds without any forceful entry into your backstage. Prying back over your shoulder, you find the ghoul merely rolling the dildo back and forth in front of her \"mouth\" tantalizingly.");

00406: output("\n\nBut Shouldra is far from satisfied; without letting up on your current predicament, she directs your [foot] back inside her chest. It begins indiscriminately shoving dildos of every variety up your besieged bum with undue haste. Ectoplasmic slobber pours down your [pc.legs] as each fun stick is switched on and added to the collection. You think she makes it to five before her hold over your [pc.legs] dissolves; lacking the ghost girl's willpower and gumption for ignoring simple laws of nature, you tumble to the ground, a small blessing in disguise as now you at least have things to grapple onto now. Holding on with all your might is exactly what you do; the rear onslaught is rocking your entire body as every moist rod vibrates and rolls around in the confines of the ghost's gluttonous gullet. Your inflated mutinous cheeks do their best to contain the invasion through each escalating thrust.");

00465: else if (flags["COC.SHOULDRA_GENDERLESS_FUCK_COUNT"] > 0 && flags["COC.GENDERLESS_MASTURBATION_WITH_GHOST_COUNT"] == 0) output("The moment the light reveals what lies within, your [butthole] instinctively clenches shut. \"<i>You didn't think I'd leave my most treasured possessions behind for some goblin to run into, did you?</i>\" It's the ghost girl's chest of dildos, as well-kept as the last time you laid worried eyes on it.");

00472: output(". \"<i>I had to get dressed up for the occasion,</i>\" she jests before thrusting forward and - after carefully wiping it clean - using your [pc.foot] to open and sift through the chest's contents. While doing so, she begins to recite some manner of spell in a singsong voice; whatever her target is, she certainly seems to be enjoying herself. You feel as though you could lose your balance at any time... if you actually had any command over it. No, the poltergeist is in full control from your waist and downward, defying gravity as she continues chanting and searching through her collection. Thanks to the incredibly awkward forward thrust you're locked in, you can't really make out the contents of her chest. At least not visually, but as the specter guides your [foot] around you can plainly tell that it's full of all sorts of dildos... among other things.");

00475: output("\n\n\"<i>Okay, here we go,</i>\" she declares, quickly ending whatever spell she was working on. Shouldra pulls your [foot] back out of the chest, a ");

00480: output("\n\n...Yup, now she's speaking through your [butthole]. Some day you'll cease underestimating the lengths this eerie eidolon's creativity will reach in order to have a good time. You glance forward to confirm that the woman's face has disappeared from your groin; this circus attraction has moved on to the main event. ");

00502: output("anxiously delivers its cargo to your possessed posterior. The ghost girl uses her augmented cheeks to grab hold of the fun stick, allowing you to regain a normal posture as your [foot] returns to the ground. The anxiety of the impending onslaught causes you to tense up; confoundment replaces anxiety when you go a few seconds without any forceful entry into your backstage. Prying back over your shoulder, you find the ghoul merely rolling the dildo back and forth in front of her \"mouth\" tantalizingly.");

00505: output("\n\nBut Shouldra is far from satisfied; without letting up on your current predicament, she directs your [foot] back inside her chest. It begins indiscriminately shoving dildos of every variety up your besieged bum with undue haste. Ectoplasmic slobber pours down your ");

00845: output("\n\nShouldra scootches over against you until almost half of her body is inside of yours. She moves your arm and [leg] around as she illustrates her next point, \"<i>The expectation is that you're just 'putting on' the host. Like a glove or a suit. But the instant you dive inside someone");

01282: output("\n\n\"<i>I'm sorry, [Master]! Please have mercy on me!</i>\" your [pc.cock " + pc.biggestCockIndex() + "] pleads.");

01283: output("\n\n\"<i>[Master], have mercy! I'll make it up to you! Please!</i>\" the [pc.cock " + pc.smallestCockIndex() + "] begs.");

01284: if (pc.cockTotal() > 2) output("\n\n\"<i>I'll fuck extra hard, [Master]! Just give me a chaaaance!</i>\" another yells.");

01287: if (pc.cockTotal() > 5) output("\n\n\"<i>Are we a nuisance? Please, [Master], there must be another way!</i>\" yet another one of your many cocks pleads.");

01461: output("\n\nThe calculated shade works her way over to your [pc.cock], a vacant expression dominating her face. You're unsure just what that means, but it becomes the least of your concerns when she jabs her thumb into your [cockHead]! You instinctively wince in pain, but the sensation never comes. Not much of anything registers, really. This soon becomes a blessing as you witness the eidolon stretch your cock away from you, insert BOTH her hands into it, and stretch your slit high into the air. She then casually slips inside it as if it were a sleeping bag, disappearing into its distended depths. It all happened so fast, nothing really had time to register. You try and touch your magnified member, only to discover that it's now rock solid. No, not erect, but literally made of stone!");

01493: output("\n\nWith all participants at full salute, your manic stroking commences. The wind races past you while your beating heart pounds into your ears. You hold your wang firmly against your [pc.chest] in an attempt to keep it from flailing about, putting it square into your face. Easily halfway down the descent, your pick up the pace of your caress, circling your massive [cockHead] with your mutated hand. It doesn't take you long to reach your own precipice, phallic fingers pressing hard into your mast. Just as you're about to climax, your body slams hard into the ocean.");

01879: output("\n\nOh... no... wait. This is no humble daybreak greeting between a happy cock and its [master]; Shouldra and Exgartuan are fucking arguing again, causing your member to twitch and thrash as their discordant voices pour out from within it.");

02131: output("Her eyes close as those sumptuous icing-white lips wrap around the [cockHead] of your aching dick, the cherry tongue canvassing your cockflesh like an artist, until she slowly, oh-so-slowly gulps down inch after gradual inch of your girth. Her enormous chocolate rump is visible on the other side of the booth, lulling back and forth in contented bliss.");