Having minds and bodies unexpectedly swapped is one thing, but going into it willingly is something else. How does one prepare for it? At the moment, it means having Gabriel, Tasha, Liza and Aaron undressing in Tasha's repaired bedroom, along with Galatea who is just standing around. The whole reason for undressing first is because Tasha's clothes are 'complicated' and this will avoid any issues after the swap.
"How's everyone feeling?" Tasha asks as she reclines back in her chair, hands behind head. "Any last minute concerns, reservations..? I made sure to arrange some easy-to wear clothing in the bathroom, too." As for her, she looks relaxed, almost sleepy, having swapped bodies before, but rarely having done it willingly, save for Kai and her Vasha-form.
"We've done this before," Liza says. "We know how Karnors work and how to deal with wings now." Aaron fidgets a bit, and says, "We just need to not go overboard."
"I don't know what to watch for if anyone is in distress," Galatea admits.
"It can't be worse than being a petite Human woman," Gabriel says.
"I know that feeling," Tasha admits with a laugh, "But it must have been worse for you. I keep meaning to ask you about your experience but I know you'll be too Human-proper to give me anything juicy." And so she grins widely. "I've already done this, so I'm fine with things."
"Alright then," Galatea says, and rubs her palms together. "Everyone close your eyes and count backwards from.. uh.. ten!"
Tasha does so, wiggling until she's nice and comfortable and -- more importantly -- not in a position where a startled occupant might pitch her on to the floor by accident. Then she starts counting, out loud to help the others follow her cadence and focus.
Once she gets to five, her head begins to swim. At zero Tasha realizes she's not in her chair anymore. And feels.. different from the last time this happened.
Tasha very, very carefully, reaches a hand up and tries to touch her nose -- slowly so she doesn't poke her eyes. Or whomever's eye she happens to have.
It's soft and twitching, which is promising. There are long ears too. But.. the weight distribution is different! This isn't Liza's body.. she's in Aaron!
Tasha's -- Taron's?? -- eyes snap open. "I think there's a problem," she -- he -- tries to say, in the driest tone she -- he -- can muster, all while doing his very best not to move more than absolutely possible. She'd worked hard to get in to her mentor's heads in the past, but this isn't at all what she'd been aiming for. It feels entirely too much like running behind stage while the actors prepare, or suddenly becoming the teacher and having to teach a class she came to learn. It is, in a word, weird. Weird in ways he's not sure how to full articulate, but there's a constantly growing list of feelings, emotions, and metaphors that are growing like a mountain in his head.
One feeling hits hard: the scent of Liza. Taron's sense of smell is nearly as good as Tasha's. And being male without any of the experience that comes with suppressing sexual urges is an uphill battle. "How does Liza manage to think in this body?" Gabriza says, already on the bed. Plus there's the sight of Aariel and Lisha already making out on their half of the bed.
"I thought it would be... The other way," Taron admits, still sitting in his chair, easing back with arms along the arm rests. His eyes are closed, so he can think. He'd plug his nose, but then he'd talk funny.
Interestingly, with a masculine body and Tasha's body posture, Taron reads as quietly confident, king of his space, unconcerned by anything. Tasha's long experience and war glories translate to an Aaron that looks neither anxious nor self-conscious, radiating a quiet and understated presence. "Is this what everyone was expecting?" He risks opening his eyes to glance at Galatea. "Maybe some kind of... thing, Galatea?"
Galatea opens her eyes and looks to Taron. "Isn't it?" she asks. "You were already Liza once before, weren't you?"
"Oh, well, yes." Tarons is also deeper, more baritone. More commanding. "I just don't remember asking for this. Well." He reaches up and rubs his nose. "I'm not much for being a man, or I'd have sticked with Sasha, but I'm not going to stand in the way for the others. Are you sure you're ready for me, Gabriza? This might change things, you know. In unforseen ways."
"We were all plugged into the Lapis for a bit, and I wouldn't mind that sort of pleasure," Gabriza notes. "Plus, I am hornier than a brass band!"
"Definitely Gabriel," Taron says as she doesn't rise so much as slinks up and off his chair, taking a moment to stretch, neck tilting, then he rotates an arm. He doesn't mention he's doijg this for Gabriel, not normally inclined to be the guy, but he doesn't want to ruin the others' fun or nor ruin the party, so he's taking -- or rather giving one as it happens -- for the team.
"Time to put all those Sasha-memories to use. Just wait until I grab your ears... " And then he's heading for the bed.
It's definitely a new experience. Tasha isn't used to being the strong one, and has to be careful with Aaron's body - she remembers him casually bouncing a Rhian's head off of a table. Gabriza's responses are the best part though. Taron also has to listen to the sounds being made by Lisha. Does she always sound like that? Taron knows just how long Liza's body can go on, so he has to focus on keeping up. It's a lot more effort than expected! It does give her a better insight into Gabriel though.
Tasha thinks of it as a learning experience, and realizes she may be reaching a point where she is beyond sex and gender, where her existence is not tied to a single body or entity, but has become a matter of her soul -- that she is a soul -- and like a Titan pilot, she inhabits a body that suits her, often one much like her original, but she can occupy others, she can adopt to new existences, and while she may favor some over others, she can learn and grow all the same regardless of what flesh she's wearing. It may be, he realizes, a form of transcendence.
A collage of sayings and thoughts hit Taron in that moment, about being taught, and growing to become more than your mentor. He's not sure if that's the case, but he's at least reached some kind of equality, he thinks. And now, for a little while, he's walking in Aaron's shoes -- and in Aaron's mate.
"That.. was worth it," Gabriza wheezes. "And.. I'm a little turned on watching the other two. It's very weird. Still.. gotta find a way to bottle these hormones.."
"There's a bottle to bottle your hormones, uh... " Taron looks around from where he's laying on the bed, head propped on an arm, head up, ears swiveling. "There." He points. And then he looks back. "I got used to the hormones last time but they're very different like this, I'm not used to going at things from this direction, and I know a whole lot more about Aaron's dick than I ever planned on." And so he pokes the member with a finger, no longer hesitant to touch it after all he just used it for. "I can't say I like being a man, but it's educational, and now I know more about being with them. I still don't understand how men can do anything with this thing rubbing against your crotch, but maybe it's different when you started with one."
"I don't think I could walk with my thighs rubbing together like this, and I can't stop playing with my boobs," Grabiza says. "If I were in Aaron's body, I'd probably be going after Sharon too. Maybe Yue as well. Hell.. maybe even Galatea." The doe snuggles up against Taron.
Taron pulls those doe close and snuggles her back, giving her a kiss on the head, then on the lips. "Thinking of giving up on masculinity? How does womanhood suit you, Gabriza? Personally, as much fun as it is to destroy other women with one or more of my dicks, it never sits quite right. Like a meal you like rarely, but can't handle eating too much of." And then he leans in, winks at Gabriza and makes sure she sees it, then cocks her head towards Galatea in a subtle indicative motion, and then he's turning his head fully.
"Hey Galatea," Taron says. "Maybe you should bend over that table."
"You couldn't handle me," Galatea claims.
"Only one way to find out," Taron says, and then he begins to grin slowly, rolling over and sitting with one knee up, the other leg stretched, and therefore hiding nothing. "Or do I concern you?"
"I need to keep my focus to maintain the cross-links," Galatea explains. "Probably. I've never done this before. Besides, I'm already experiencing everything all of you have been doing. I also don't have genitals in this form. I should probably fix that."
"At a sex party and you didn't even bring any genitals." Taron clucks his tongue, then springs up to his feet, wobbiling a moment to catch himself from too much force. "Woah, that'll take getting used to. Right, then." He puts a hand to his head psychic-powers style and then sends:
"Hey Sharon, Sasha, Vasha -- I have a surprise for you. Come to my bedroom." And then he grins and rubs his hands together. Maybe he is getting in to it.
Sasha shows up first, wearing a bathrobe. "You started with out us?" he notes. Vasha shows up next, wearing a pair of shorts and scratching her ears. Sharon is the last to appear, wearing a nightgown. "What.." she starts to ask.
Taron is there at the door, and reaches down to try and collect as much of his other selves slash siblings as he can between his big arms. "Guess who," he whispers in all their ears, nuzzling from head to head. "The doe's on the menu, too, by the way."
"Tia is also here?" Vasha asks, then looks down at Taron. "Oh. Ohhhhh..." she realizes. Sharon just blinks and looks to Liza. "Ah, so we're ARE doing the family orgy then!" Sasha says enthusiastically. With.. extras!"
When it dawns on Sharon, she looks to Taron and nervously asks, "You.. uh.. aren't out for revenge on me right?"
"Youuu got it," and so Sasha gets a kiss on his head, then a nibble on his ears. "I've never been with a man like this before, want to go first? Or should I destroy Sharon on the table? Face down, butt up... Hey Vasha, want to sit in my lap?"
"You're so short though.." Vasha says. Sasha just grins and suggests, "Hey, you can do me while I do Liza.. err.. Gabriel?"
"That's a great idea, I have to assert some kind of dominance here, stay on top when I'm not on bottom." And then Taron tries to pinch Vasha's nipple as he slings an arm around Sasha and heads for the bed. "Let me know if I'm doing it wrong, buddy boy."
And as the two walk away, Taron adds, "The revenge comes later, you better save some stamina for me. Or don't, I can work with that, too. I have plenty."
"I know about Aaron's stamina," Sharon says, while Vasha.. tries to join Aariel and Lisha. Sasha hops onto the bed and nuzzles Gabriza, his curled tail raised high.
"Time for a new experience," declares Taron, then reaches around to try and collect some of Gabriza's natural lubrication, and starts getting things ready. It's not long before it's on to the main atraction, and he's going at it like, well, a rabbit.
Things get a bit tangled after awhile, with so many people pairing up and switching around. Eventually Taron has a chance with.. Lisha! Dare he try making love to his original body, or is that going too far? Sharon is exhausted, Gabriza is doing fine with everyone she can grab, and Vasha is cackling.
Taron stand above his original body, knuckle to hips, brows up, face all confidence and mischief, ears straight up. "How did it come to this," he tells Lisha. "The only thing that could be more would be if Aaron were in there."
"Well, he was not long ago," Lisha says. "You may want to take a day to recover after this." She rubs her belly, and notes, "Imagine what you'll be like with pregnancy hormones!" She also cups her breasts, and licks her lips at Taron. Tasha was never so wanton.. or maybe she was and it's just different looking from the outside.
"Damn I look good," Taron says with an ever wider smile. "Well, come here, Tease-a. Lets see what I can do and you can do and we can do together." Taron then hops in the bed, slides forward, and reaches a hand down her original body's long leg, then between her legs, then he hooks his hands behind her wings and hefts Lisha on in to his lap -- and with careful stretch, on to his manhood.
Lisha knows her way around Aaron's body as much as Taron know his way around Tasha's. He also gets to feel what Gabriel does! Although Aariel howls at the sight of the two of them together.. while working over Sharon, with Gabriza helping out. Sasha and Vasha are having fun together as well.
Taron draws on his own experience in Liza's bottom to help him, nibbling and licking and nuzzling, running hands down and back and everywhere, like he's trying to consume her with touch and mouth, more hungry than Aaron is normally, with a predatory energy that he usually lacks. This, then, is the battler of monsters, hero of dragons, and pan dimensional explorer of -- it seems now -- a great many things indeed. And Tasha is fire, and so then Taron. Lisha is treated to something very new, as Taron control his own body temp, making him warmer than usual, especially inside of her, hot breath and warm hands, a massage, literal heat to his figurative.
"Ooo, you've got a fever," Lisha notes, and bites Taron's ears. There's still something of Aaron in the body, and the buck always had a thing for predator women. Is this why? There's a real thrill being in command of someone that could eat him.
"Want to eat me up? Yeah, use those teeth, bite me, make it hurt a bit. Aaron'll understand if he bleeds a bit later..." Taron tilts his head in to make for an easier target, and his hips never stop their rhythm, this exploration of self from another body's perspective. Sharon's right, she is soft, and Liza knows her well enough to use her body with as much an expert approach as anyone could, save perhaps the teeth which he thinks she gets off on -- and so then does he, doubly so. His hands shift too, from hips to ass, helping the woman to ride him and going with their combined motion, and because he wants to grab his old body's ass -- and decides it is grab-able indeed.
The biting moves to Taron's neck, and throat. This makes his body react intensely. Adrenaline surges, and it's clear he has another response besides fight or flight. Lisha also claws at him and tries to wrap herself around him as much as possible.
Taron briefly considers this 'fight and bite' when he can consider much else at all, and suddenly it's all buck urges and hormones, and he can sense they're both building to a crescendo. His thrusts increase, going from steady, to faster, to rapid, head angled up to he can be bit, fingers digging in to ass, and then, grabbing tail.
It takes little more to send him over; just before orgasm his Taron realizes she has achieved Aaron's dream, herself. It makes the thrill and excitement of going over the edge that much more electrifying.
It also may be Taron's last gasp. Even Lapi have limits, and he isn't likely to top that one. Lisha is also spasming, so maybe there's some predatory urge in Tasha that's been repressed all this time as well.
Taron decides it just may be too late to do anything about it all; he's been near and beyond death countless times, though never before while with a parter. If worse comes to worse, well, he can eject from the body -- although there's going to be problems afterward. Maybe Aaron is in to snuff..?
Too late to worry about it now, and he can barely think about anything anyway. He spasms in short order, squirming in the jaws, the gasp lingering, the excitement of not knowing what comes next surrounding it all, for he has ever been one to flirt with danger, and for the matter, death. Literally, in one case.
"Is everybody done yet?" Galatea asks. "I'm sensing elevated cortical fatigue."
"Probably from blood.. uh.. not being there," Sasha suggests.
Taron blinks, breath held -- is he even still alive? He feels alive, but maybe Aaron's body dies differently. He doesn't feel like he's missing a neck, though, which is usually a good sign. He carefully reaches down to lay a hand on his own muzzle, his original body's, and rub it even as he tries to unlock himself from jaws.
Lisha finally releases the buck, and has blood on her lips, which she licks. "Aaron won't notice an extra scar," she claims.
"Make him notice it; tell him where he got it, and how." Taron reaches down and runs her hands over Lisha's head and cheeks, remembering how fun to pet carnivores with muzzles are, and it's every bit as fun, perhaps more so, because it scares Aaron's body to be so close to teeth, sending thrills of energy running through his tired frame. "Explain it in gratuitous detail."
"He's been watching this whole time," Lisha notes.
"Besides, he got his bites in earlier," the doe-in-wolf-angel body claims with a laugh.
"I bet he has. I know he has. It'll be burned in to his memory forever." And then Taron snaps a finger Aariel's way. causing a flash of fire just as he glances over, grinning, and winking, in the fire light.
"Alright, I'm starting the countdown," Galatea says. "I can't maintain this any longer. So, if you don't want to be in any awkward situations, this is your warning. Ten.. nine.. eight.."
"Uh-oh Galatea has reached power level: sulky, better get in place, she's serious." Aaron drops down on the bed, hands behind head, next to her original body.
The switch comes, and Tasha tastes blood. It is tasty. Aaron makes a moaning sound next to her. "Why are your teeth so sharp?" he asks.
Galatea slumps into a chair, and actually rubs her temples. Gabriel groans too. "Yes, sharp teeth.." he agrees.
"To better eat you up, my dear," Is the logical and universally mandated response from Tasha. She licks until her teeth or clean, then smacks her lips so Aaron can really hear it. "You're delicious. It's a good thing we never ended up in a starvation scenario, buck-o." And then she sits up, stretching -- and then wincing. "YEP, a day of rest is in order."
"Heh, does Doc Knight do massages?" Vasha wonders.
"Hot spring," Sharon suggests. "If someone would carry us."
"Not it!" Vasha declares.
"You're all probably stuck to the bed by now anyway," Galatea says. Now that she's not playing psychic switchboard, she can allow other functions, including all of Tasha's ansible options.
"Hop on board, Aaron. I'm about to let you straddle me, because I know you're beat." Tasha pats her torso. "Since I stole your big fantasy, the least I can do is give you a lift to the springs." Is her voice a little deeper and more dominant, masculine? It might be.
The tired buck hops on, and of course gives Tasha a grope, because why not? "Can I get a bandage too?" he asks.
"Yeah but it'll be made of fake matter or something, you should get a real one." And then Tasha reaches back and pinches one of Aaron's nipple, curls her hand around it, then opens to produce a roll of gauze. Then both of them start to levitate in to the air, arms out, like a angel-barge.
"Cheaters!" Sasha complains. Gabriel is up and carrying Liza, whether she needs it or not. That leaves Sasha to shoulder a very wobbly Sharon. Vasha seems fine on her own. They make for an odd parade until the reach the hot-spring.
"I don't have the heart to tell them I could have carried half the people to the springs this way," Tasha confides to Aaron as she lowers down in to the spring, exhaling a completely unrepentant exhale that's intentionally sensual as she does. She then shifts to sit next to him. "Well, I guess that's that then. We've shared something we're not going to unshare, right? How was it?"
"Pretty amazing," Aaron says. "Being big, and having teeth. Better than being Vasha was. I think I need to run once I recover, just to get back into being a Lapi. What was it like using me to have sex with your actual body?"
"Probably not all that surprising," Sasha suggests. "I mean.. we're all the same being if now the same person."
"I'm not sure I can describe it," Tasha admits, brows lifting, and she actually does look overwhelmed. "Once in an existence experience, certainly. The danger, the feel, the drive and knowing who and what I was doing... The risks... " She shivers. "I live for new experiences and explorations, Aaron. That one's going to stick with me. I'm wondering how this will change me. How about you?"
To Sasha, Tasha admits, "I noticed a difference being primary with my original body, actually. I've never had sex with my direct self, let alone as a man. I guess there are still limits I can cross, even now."
"I'm the anchor, so I don't know if I've changed," Aaron admits. "It was really living out some fantasies though. So.. I'll have to come up with new ones I suppose. There's still Katie after all!"
"All fantasies need to be approved by me," Liza says.
"At least we weren't all everyone at once this time," Gabriel says.
"Hey Tasha!" Kai says in Tasha's head. "I think we're ready."
"And Katie, Katie will get us. I don't want to find out what it's like to be kicked in the balls," Tasha warns, darkly. "I sat on them briefly and wow, ouch." She then grins a little. "Yeah, not everyone. I can't say the everyone experience is as good as the more refined, direct experience of having one body. It's too much, like throwing in every ingredient in to a pizza until it tastes like random mush."
"Pizza is like sex," Sharon claims. "Even when it's bad, it's still pretty good. Gods, I'm hungry, even after steak and lobstrocity."
"Aargh!" Aaron suddenly proclaims, covering his face with his hands. "We forgot to try eating meat!"
"It was still pretty good," Tasha agrees, nodding. "But I want the best. Well, maybe we can get the others to cook, or as Gwyndrael to catch and roast a whole something and drop it off here."
Tasha guffaws. "You're going to have a time convincing Galatea to do this again, I know I'm not going to. She and I spend enough time convincing each other as it is. And she turned down me fucking her."
"Maybe when she's recovered you'll have a better chance," Aaron suggests.
"So what do you want to do first in hell?" Kai asks in Tasha's head.
"Uh-uh I'm receiving a dangerous call. Nothing base-alarming, but Kai might need me." Tasha puts her fingers to ear and jaw, as if talking in to a headset, or handset as it were. "I just got done playing body roulette and fucked myself as Aaron, and fucked everyone else as Aaron, too. We're all pretty beat up here. But, you know, why don't we test its functionality and safety? Do a little impromptu arena battle, grab the dragons -- hey think I could fight as a dragon? Sometimes I feel like I can, you know."
"It should be possible the way we have things set up," Kai responds. "We need to test the safety features first."
"Yes we do. Dying's fun and all, but permanent dying ruins all the future fun." Tasha lowers her hand unit and asks, "Anyone interested in entering a hellish landscape where we might brutally hurt and possibly kill each other? No permanently, hopefully, there's testing to be done and all that. Anyone..? You could fight my full force -- I can obliterate a mountainside and I might be able to turn in to a dragon! ... Anyone?"
Tasha uh ohs, rolls! (OOC)