Two humans man the room, dressed in leather pants and net-mesh shirts. Both have wild black hair with a single streak of white in them, somehow sporting stiff curving spikes that give them the appearance of hedgehogs. Their faces are pale, with black makeup underscoring their eyes and also blackening their lips. The man has a short tuft of chin-hair, and tattooed serpents twine down his bared arms. The woman has rose vines on hers, the thorns appearing to tear into her flesh. She has a ring in the center of her lower lip, and isn't wearing anything beneath her mesh top.
Nicora stands in the doorway, with both of the people giving her a look of disinterest as they lean against a support pillar. "What're you here for, girly?" the man asks.
Nicora's brow goes up as she inspects the rather strange scene. "This is nothing like the salon in Draco County," she thinks as she feels a little worried about this place. "Ahem," she says as she walks further into the room. "I am a guest and friend of Mordecai and Hortense," she begins, "And find myself in need of a little ... work. My roots need to be treated again. I had some help with them at the theater in town, but I need to be sure my hair will be properly white to the root for my trip. I also find myself in need of ... well, grooming in certain areas I have numerous rings and where I often wear a chain with a lock. It was shaved, but stubble is growing back in. It's getting a little itchy and the hair catches in the chain, which is uncomfortable. I was hoping you could also help with that."
"Ah, surprised Hortense didn't come to watch you squeal," the mans says, while the woman begins preparing something in a bowl by the sink. "Show me where you need the stubble removed."
Nicora unhooks her skirt and pulls it off as if it were no big deal, though she can still feel her ears warm up a lot. "All through here," Nicora explains and gestures to the flesh bearing four gold rings and its chain and lock. She goes quickly about undoing the lock and slipping the chain out, since she at least figures that would be in the way.
The man kneels down and runs his thumb over the stubble. "Hmm. How long have you had the rings in?" he asks.
Nicora goes up on her toes at the touch! "Ah, a week, maybe two, now," she explains. "Will that be a problem? They feel pretty ... normal."
"I'll work around them then, may be too early to take 'em out," the man says, standing back up and gesturing to the chair. "Make yourself comfortable," he notes, and goes to the counter to work on something next to the girl.
Nicora eyes that chair worriedly. It doesn't look very friendly at all. She draws a couple breaths to steady her nerves, then walks over, turns, and settles down into the chair.
The man returns, and straps in Nicora's ankles! Then he begins turning a crank that spreads the legs of the chair open, dragging the Eeee's legs with it. She can feel her tail trying to bite the chair.
Alptraum's claws grip into the arm rests! "You could have warned me!" she hisses at the human, along with a rather unhappy glare.
FIX: Alptraum -> Nicora.
The man looks at Nicora and says, "Oh, okay; this is probably going to hurt a lot, and I don't like getting clawed. Do I have to restrain your wrists too?"
Nicora's eyes get wide for a moment. "That ... may be a good idea if this is going to hurt," she ends up admitting.
The straps are applied to Nicora's wrists next, keeping them close to the arms of the chair. "You want the fur to stay gone?" the man asks.
Nicora thinks about this. "Not permanently, no," she finally admits, "Just longer between having to deal with it. I didn't even know it could stay gone."
"Okay, wax then," the man notes, and examines the area again, lifting each of the rings up in turn. "Black on black.. on blue? Want this ink to show?"
Nicora considers this. "What do you think? Would it look good to let it show?" she asks.
"It's Mordecai's work," she adds.
"Better than it looks being hidden by your fur," the man says with a snicker. His fingers ruffle about, tracing the outlines of the tattoo. "Pretty big.. and you've got a gold one too.."
"Ah, I don't want to be furless," Nicora remarks with a hint of worry in her voice.
"So is that a 'no' then?" the man asks.
"Well, you could expose some of the blue if it won't be too hard," Nicora reluctantly agrees. "I like looking a little exotic."
The man traces out the Flower part of the tattoo. "Just this symbol then?" he asks.
Nicora bites her lip for a bit as she thinks about it. "Just that one," she agrees even though her guy is sinking which usually means this is a bad idea!
FIX: her gut
The man returns to the counter and gets a tray that attaches to the chair, then begins filling it. There's a candle, and a pile of cheesecloth cut into a variety of strips of differing width and length. The girl, meanwhile, is setting up something behind the chair, and starts running her fingers across Nicora's scalp. "Any scars or scratches or bruises on your head recently?" she asks in an oddly breathy voice.
"None that I can remember. The only injury to my head recently was the metal bar Mordecai forced into my tongue," Nicora explains, then even sticks out her tongue in demonstration. She tries to look up and back, though it's a bit hard with the woman running her hands the way she is. "Why does her voice sound so odd?" she wonders.
"Won't be bleaching your tongue though," the girl says, and starts to laugh but ends up turning her head and coughing. Her hands return, feeling damp as they massage something into Nicora's scalp. "I'm Nim," she notes. "Nimue. That's my brother, Ezekiel. Eezy for short."
"I'm Nicora. A ... pleasure to meet you both," Nicora replies to Nim. "Some people call me Nikky. Well, one person does. It's .. okay."
Eezy has a stool in place, as he sits between Nicora's legs and dips his finger into the pool of melted wax in the bowl of the candle. Then he selects a piece of cloth, and presses it in place on Nicora's nethers to check the fit. It spans well enough between the rings, so he dips it into the wax and then presses it into place, rubbing it up and down a bit to get the short hairs to penetrate the cheesecloth. At least it's warm and.. gooey.
Nicora's ears twitch and she makes all sorts of interesting expressions during the application of cloth, then the warm, gooey, stuff. Her claws even start tapping on the arm rests. "That feels ... really, really, strange," she admits. "Do you do this often to people?"
"Humans mostly," Nim says. Eezy takes something from the tray, and leans forward. "Open your mouth please," he tells Nicora.
Nicora opens her mouth slowly as she eyes the human a bit warily. Given that her hands and legs are secure, it's not like she can do much, but...
A ball-gag is inserted into the bat's mouth! And it really is a hollow rubber ball. "Now, take a deep breath, and let it out slowly," the man instructs.
One of Nicora's brow's goes up a bit at this as she bites a few times on the ball .. and discovers that her own fangs betray her here be helping keep it in! She takes a few deep breaths through the hollow ball. It's harder, but not impossible. The whole thing feels ... strange. It's also about then she realizes the two humans could do just about anything. She briefly wonders why she puts herself in these positions!
Once she's fully exhaled, Eezy grabs the edge of the waxed cloth and tears it away with a horrible ripping sound. It feels like ice has been poured on the spot, and then the pain hits.
The sound was horrible, but it /felt/ even worse. Nicora's eyes practically bug out of her head and she bites down /hard/ on that ball and squeals, though it's extremely muffled. The ankle and wrist restraints jerk as all her muscles try to pull her free, but she goes nowhere! "/Oh good Goddesses, that *hurt, hurt *hurt*," is the only thing she can think right now, "/I've never hurt that bad before!/"
Before it can fade, another strip is being put into place. It's smaller, and runs only between two of the rings on one side. It doesn't hurt quite as much, if only because it's smaller area - but it does mean there are going to be several more applications to get all of the stubble around the rings.
The scalp-massage is all but unnoticeable in all this.
Poor Nicora practically writhes in the chair. She's muffled, but oh the sounds she makes each time a strip is pulled away is impressive. It hurts on a level that's ... she can't believe people willingly developed this technique. Even worse, she can't believe she agreed to do it! Her claws are digging some nice lines in those wrist rests now!
Some time later, a warm damp cloth is placed over the area, and Eezy asks, "Still want that design bared between your crotch and navel?"
Nicora is limp in the chair by this point and breathing hard. "I've gone this far," she thinks to herself, "And there isn't any more rings, so it should go quick..." And in a fit of insanity, the be-gagged Eeee nods her head yes.
"And Gorphat would love this," she finds herself thinking. "Pain that ... amounts to nothing."
This time, the candle is dripped directly onto the thicker fur before the cloth is applied. The skin there is, of course, less sensitive than the area further down.. but there's a lot more area to cover as well. It feels like the Flower is being branded onto her with a hot iron, all the same!
"Bad idea, bad idea!" Nicora thinks as the pain returns full force! Even her back arches some this time, as much as the chair will allow! "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee," is the only sound that makes its way through that gag. She's oddly thankful for it, though, as it gives her something to bite!
Nicora realizes the torture is over when some sort of balm is being rubbed into the tender skin after the damp cloth is removed. It's almost numbing.
This causes Nicora to relax in the chair, thankful it's over. "Wow, that was ... insanely painful," she thinks. "I'm an idiot."
"You did very well," Eezy says, prying the ball out of Nicora's mouth while Nim works on the straps. "Your scalp may feel like it's burning in a little while, but don't try to wash it."
Nicora lifts her arms up and flexes her fingers. "You weren't kidding when you said it would hurt," Nicora admits and then she leans down to inspect her stomach be-ringed flesh. "And aren't you going to wash my hair out?"
FIX: stomach and ...
"The cream needs to set," Nim says. "Otherwise it won't last long enough to keep your roots white as they grow out." Down below, the blue Flower is clearly visible, leading down to the ring-decorated lips. And her tail is looking up at her from between her legs.. with a smug expression?
"How long till things ... grow back?" Nicora asks as she touches the tender skin. "And do I need to stay here until the cream is rinsed?"
"You don't have to wait here, so long as you wait an hour before rinsing," Nim says.
"Is there anything you would recommend or suggest that would look good on me?" Nicora asks the two humans.
"It should stay clear for a week or two, and when the fur starts coming in it won't irritate as much as the stubble did," Eezy claims.
"What would have, er, permanent removal involved?" Nicora asks out of a strange curiosity.
"For that.. well, you'd have apply a fur-dissolving cream every other day," Eezy notes. "It would come back after you stopped, but would be finer."
Nicora's ears twitch. "I think this is more than enough," she claims. "So, any Eeee suggestions?"
"You've got nice rings in your wings already," Nim says. "And art in your ears. Your eyebrows can be bleached white though."
"Would that be difficult to do?" Nicora asks Nuim.
"No, I can do it now. Just keep your eyes closed.." the woman claims.
"Go for it then," Nicora says and closes her eyes.
A damp cloth is put over the Eeee's eyes for extra protection, while the bleaching cream is worked into her eyebrows.
"This is odd, but at least it doesn't hurt,/" Nicora finds herself thinking. "Should I return here to rinse?" she asks.
"You'll need to wait here this time," Nim says. "Can't risk the bleach getting into your eyes. Just.. take a nap."
And so Nicora relaxes in that torture chair and tries to just fall asleep and wait out the hour. "I'm an idiot" she thinks as she drifts.
"I can't believe you did that," Tulani says as she escorts the now cloak-wearing Nicora to the crystal chamber. She hasn't reverted to a Sphynx yet, since her clothes actually fit her half-dragon form. "The trek to the chamber and back is a pain," she complains.
"I can't either. I thought the itching was bad, but I was wrong. That hurt worse," Nicora admits as she walks along with Tulani. "I guess I get to see Mordecai's work again, but ... ow.
"Mave will be impressed," Tulani chuckles, and the looks down a side tunnel. "I was expecting more activity in these tunnels. I guess that since crime became more disorganized the traffic fell."
"What were you hunting down here, then?" Nicora asks. "And for what it is worth, it's still sore, but it feels kinda nice to be bare." The last bit comes with a grin to Tulani.
"Smooth feels nice, but I don't feel bare with scales," Tulani notes. "Oh, I was looking for sewer monsters, criminal gangs, and so forth. I thought there might be bands of roving fuff'nars and stuff.."
"See? You're already smooth. and yes, it does feel nice," Nicora says. "Did you find any?"
"None," Tulani says, sounding disgruntled. When they reach the cavern, she notes, "This would make a great lair too, if only I wouldn't have to go so far to find snacks. Although, I suppose I could have some minions to bring stuff to me.."
Nicora lightly elbows Tulani for that comment. "Sorry, you're coming with me. We still have work to do. I am enjoying being here and the club is a lot of fun .. but we have duties," she says as she walks into the crystal cavern. She releases the cloak and lets it slide off her body. "So, do you think Hortense would like the unicorn?" she asks Tulani.
"Well, it's probably more exotic than a dragon," Tulani admits, and draws the Light of Nala. "Ready?"
Nicora slots her dagger back into her forearm again. "I have need to be the unicorn for a while. Would you mind changing me, Kaira? Pretty please?" she thinks and even imagines herself pouting at the blue dragon.
"You're having too much fun with this," Kaira complains, then uses the shadow to alter Nicora. When it withdraws, she's a unicorn! And Tulani is back to being a Sphynx, without getting her clothes soaking wet. "Remember when Guy nearly puked from all the goopy tubes and ichor when you removed the dagger?" she asks, grinning.
Nicorna stretches out. It feels immensely odd to not have toes to wiggle anymore and only a c ouple fingers per hand ... but feeling that horn arching upward from her broad forehead feels so nice. "Well, I did tell them there were costs to anything that seems fun. My costs can be .. a bit gross," the mare replies as she smiles slightly impishly. Her long tufted tail swishes a bit. "So, should I go cloaked ... or walk into the club as I am?"
Tulani walks up, and lifts up the mare's heavier breasts. "You need a brassiere, but the cloak will at least keep you cleaner on the way back," she notes. "So, do you like me better like this, or smooth?" She flutters her eyelashes as she says 'smooth'.
"Careful where you put your hands. Unless you want me to do things to you," Nicorna warns, though it's playful. "And I like you in all forms. You're my friend. The skin you wear is secondary to the person that you are. The smooth times just add spice."
"Oh good, so.. I can ride on your back for the walk back to the Morgue?" Tulani asks sweetly.
Nicorna laughs at that and picks up her cloak. After draping it around herself, she actually tells Tulani, "Hop on. You're used to riding me by this point."
And so, if anyone happened to be in the tunnels that evening, they might have seen a unicorn trotting by with a winged Khatta on its back, both whooping and laughing.
"I have to admit, trying to steer me by my horn was strange," Nicorna comments as they get closer to the club. You really have to follow where that thing points."
"Too bad dromodons didn't work like that," Tulani says, hopping off as they get to the underground entrance. "So, going to just walk in, or do you have some sort of grand entrance in mind?" she asks.
"Oh, I have an idea," Nicorna says as she approaches the door to the club. She turns the handle, then throws it open and strides in, head and horn held high and proud. "I have heard tales of a khatta here named Hortense that is fascinated by all things exotic and different ... and that she believes herself always in control. I am here to see if there is any truth to that. Bring her to me," the unicorn pronounces to whomever may be listening.
Of course, anyone who might be listening is at the top of the long stairway. "Who is that?" a voice calls down from above.
"You may call me Nicorna," the unicorn answers as she saunters up that stairwell. "Hortense has known me in another form, that of Snowcora. I wish to show her there is more to me than she has yet learned. I seek to challenge her with a task; I wish to see if she can ... break an Aeonian."
Jacoba is the one at the top of the stairs. The Lapi's eyes are wide, and he asks, "Really?"
Nicorna steps into the lower area with Jacoba and lets her cloak slide away, revealing her tattoos beneath the thin fur and her numerous bits of jewelry and even her identifying chain and lock, though set far looser, still a bit tight on this body. "Hello, Jacoba," she says to the lapi. "Still handsome as ever."
"Oh.. my.." the Lapi says, swallowing as he takes in Nicorna in all her dark glory. "I... I guess you should come to the lounge then.. and I'll.. get Hortense.." he mumbles, and leads the way through the maze. Behind the unicorn, Tulani giggles. "I like him, he looks cuddly."
"He is. And very good," Nocorna remarks to Tulani over her shoulder. She follows along behind the lapi through the maze. "Do you belong to Hortense, Jacoba?" she idly asks of him.
"Not.. exactly," the buck notes. "I belong to the does," he explains, as he opens the colored door to the 'lounge', which Nicora thought of as the 'harem room' before. There are a few bunnies lounging about, and they all hop up to attention at the side of Jacoba and his guests.
"I get to stay and watch, right?" Tulani asks Nicorna playfully.
"Oh, of course," Nicorna agrees to Tulani as she enters the 'lounge'. Each of the bunnies present gets a nod of awknowledgement from the nude mare as she circles the room once. She decides on a particularly comfortable looking set of pillows and settles herself down on it, then flicks her tail up so that it drapes over her thigh.
The bunnies immediately gather around the unicorn, and produce brushes from under the pillows. One works on Nicorna's leonine tail-tuft while the others happily stroke her silver-white mane. Jacoba closes the door to leave them all alone, while he finds Hortense.
"Do not ignore my companion, either," Nicorna tells the does politely, but firmly. "She should be stripped and brushed too." The mare then smiles a bit evilly to Tulani. She did ask to stay.
"I'm fine," Tulani claims. "They'll need all their hands for you, after all."
"But you are over-dressed," Nicorna claims. She reaches over and pets along one of the lapi's necks with her large fingers.
Within a few minutes, the door is opened and Hortense steps in. She's dressed.. oddly. In fact, she's dressed a Drokar jockey - and the clothes must be genuine as they're meant for a Kavi, and so are left open or creatively torn to fit the Khatta. "What's this about being challenged?" she purrs.
Nicorna looks up from her place in the circle of pillows and does. "You have given me quite an enjoyable time," she remarks gently, yet firmly. "So I thought I would gift you with a real challenge. Do you believe yourself capable of breaking an Aeonian? Can you make me submit when I am like this, as you made Snowcora submit?"
The feline narrows her eyes, and says, "Bring her to.. my office." And with that, she turns on her heel and marches out.
Nicorna's lips draw back into a smile. "Well, I think she accepted," she says to Tulani and slowly gets to her feet.
"You're a glutton for punishment," the Sphynx says, following after the rabbit brigade. Of course, Hortense's office is just next door - the room where Snowcora was suspended from the ceiling. Only this time it's lit up, and Nicorna can see all of the bizarre stuff hanging from the walls. A thin leather pad has been rolled out in the center, and Hortense stands next to it, holding a riding crop. "On your hands and knees, please, Lady Nicorna," the cat purrs.
Nicorna walks a slow circle around the room first, then around Hortense. her expression is ... one of amusement, perhaps? Or one of sizing up the feline. Her chin dips once in agreement to the feline's request. She did say please, after all. The mare's legs fold as she lowers herself down until she is kneeling. She leans forward, placing those tri-fingered hands upon the mat, then lifts her haunches so that she is on her hands and knees. "As you like," she replies calmly.
The end of the riding crop taps the mare's ample rear, and then runs up along her back to her mane. "Open your mouth, please," the Khatta whispers into Nicorna's ear.
Nicorna shows no sign of noticing that crop, even though she felt its trace. "Since you asked politely, I will do so," the mare replies and opens her mouth half-way for the strange khatta. "What is she up to?" Nicorna wonders.
Hortense squats down in front of Nicorna, smiling, and the raises up.. a Drokar bridle! She places the bit in the unicorn's mouth and cinches up the leather straps until it's all fit and snug.
Nicorna's brow arches up at that. "How curious!" she thinks, very much amused. The khatta is nothing if not creative. Her ears flick as she holds still and allows the bridle to be fit on and the chitin bit slid into her mouth until it settles at the back of her tongue, behind her large teeth. "This will make it hard to talk," she realizes, but doesn't worry. After all, she's allowing this, not being forced.
"Let's see, you are behaving, so I don't think I need to attach the blinders," Hortense notes. "But.. we have to think of safety, so.." She reaches into a pocket, and pulls out a wine cork, which she then starts to squeakily screw onto the tip of Nicorna's horn!
Nicorna's response to being told she was behaving ... she leans her head to the side and tries to knock Hortense to the floor! Especially since she just put a cork on her horn!
Tulani giggles in the background.
"Wah!" the Khatta yowls, knocked off balance by the muzzle to her midsection. "Oh ho, someone does need to be broken! Bring me a carrot!" she calls.
"Just try and fit blinders on me," Nicorna slurs around the bit in her mouth. It's pretty mangled, but she manages it out anyway, then rolls that bit around for a bit in her jaws.
Bunnies run about, until one brings Hortense a thick, foot-long carrot. The Khatta taps Nicorna on the nose with it. "Oooo, what a nice carrot! Do you want the carrot?" she asks, teasingly.
Nicorna's nose flares as she sniffs of the carrot a few times. The mare then snorts once and turns her nose up. Unfortunately her eyes keep flicking back to it, so it's pretty obvious part of her does want it.
"Ah, you do want it? Okay.." The Khatta rises up, and goes to sit on Nicorna's back, side-saddle as it were. She then reaches back, grabs the unicorn's tail.. and gives her the carrot, wiggling it a bit as she feeds it in between the rings.
That is completely unexpected! Before Nicorna can even stop herself she lets out a whinny, her head shakes, then tilts to the side. Not about to be beaten so easily, Nicorna tries to shake Hortense off her back and squeeze the carrot back out!
Hortense rolls with the shake, and swings her leg over so that she's straddling the mare's back. One of the bunnies takes over carrot-shaking duty. The riding crop swats Nicorna's flank, and Hortense leans forward so she can run her fingers through the mare's mane. "Such soft hair. Now.. are you a runner, or a brood mare?" She reaches around with the crop and taps one of Nicorna's dangling breasts. "Hmmmm, shall we find out?" she purrs.
The carrot ... Nicorna finds herself whinnying and shaking as she tries to expel it, but having absolutely no luck due to a lapi helping keep it in. It's distracting. The strike of the crop serves to surprise Nicorna and actually gets her to stop shaking for a moment. Hortense's comment makes her ears flick. Nicorna also finds herself wondering which she is, too. The pause in this easily allows the lapi to guide the carrot as far as she wants into the mare.
"Bring in.. the machine," Hortense declares. At the door, Jacoba says, "Er, which machine?"
"The one with the pump!" the Khatta hisses, sending the Lapi scurrying off.
Nicorna feels weird and invaded with that lapi ... and with Hortense on her back so ... calm. "Machine? Pump? What?" she thinks. She tries to voice her opinion on this, but with the bit and the distractions ... it just ends up another whinny.
"I think you need a signal," Tulani points out. "Like, knock on the pad three times to say you surrender," she says to Nicorna.
"My arm is getting tired, Mistress," the carrot-doe complains, when there's some commotion as Jacoba and Guy wheel in a contraption made of glass and rubber. There's a central glass tank with volume markings etched into the side, and long rubber hoses coiled up and ending in.. suction cups. The hand cranked pump bellows make it clear: it's a Rughrat-milking machine!
"She has got to be kidding! Nicorna thinks, wide-eyed as she eyes the disturbing contraption! "There is no way she would use it on me. And what will it do? It's not like I'm nursing." The complaint from the doe at least gets Nicorna to quit struggling as much there and give her a small break.
Jacoba slings a strap across Nicorna's back, the ends dangling down alongside her breasts, and then brings over two suction tubes and the rest of the harness. He gives the mare an apologetic look as he goes about it. "Nobody has ever seen unicorn milk, since the Aeonian's don't give birth!" Hortense claims. "So, maybe we'll get lucky this time! It's worth a try, right?" This last bit is whispered right into Nicorna's ear.
Nicorna can't believe this is even happening. She squirms some, but is actually afraid of hurting Jacoba or Hortense really, that he's able to cinch on the strap. In reply to Jacoba's apologetic look, she blows a bit of air, rumbling with her lips at him. It doesn't sound angry or aggressive, so hopefully he'll accept it as an 'it's okay' sort of reply. Hortense, however, gets a louder snort and she swats Hortense's nose with her ear when it is in range!
"Ouch," Hortense says as the ear-smack. "Salt-n-Pepper.. you're up. I want a ride on this pony!" The Vartan squawks, but then winks at Nicorna and heads off behind her. Jacoba mans the pump handle, and begins cranking. It's slow enough that the suction feels light to Nicorna - but it's still weird.
When the suction starts, Nicora's head tilts to the side and she twitches. "Okay, that feels ... wow does that feel strange. Will it ... do anything?" she has to wonder. Her thoughts are quickly disrupted when she hears the order given to the vartan. she knows what is coming ... and she knows how he feels. It was good last time, and her body ... will it betray her and get her to finally give in?
The carrot is swapped for something more familiar, and the Vartan doesn't hold back - Hortense wanted a 'ride' after all, so that mean shaking the unicorn as much as possible!
"How's it going up there?" Kaira intrudes on Nicorna's thoughts. "I'm getting some weird hormonal feedback."
Nicorna is stronger than Nicora, but the vartan is probably stronger than her. Her body rolls and rocks as the vartan works, jostling and bouncing Hortense on her back quite a bit. Yes, it does feel good. Really good. Even the machine feels good. It takes her a moment to realize Kaira is even talking to her. "It's ... going veyr odd. They're ah, trying," the thinks, though it is interrupted by a pause from the passions of the vartan behind her. "They're trying to milk me."
"Oh? Let me see if I can adjust the template then.. gotta be a nursing uni somewhere in this hellhole.." Kaira says. And then, moments later.. well, it's certainly a unique sensation. Even Jacoba looks surprised as something splashes into the milk flask.
"You've got to be kidding me," Tulani says, and goes over to the pump.
Nicorna feels wet and odd. Very, very, very, odd. It's a sensation that borders on feeling good, but only just. She can feel fluid coming and through those pierced teats. The sound she makes ... well, it's sort of a whinny, bordering on a sound made by someone in lust. The vartan behind her also finds out that well, she is enjoying this because of the way things squeeze down now. Her eyes droop and her head arches a bit. "She's going to declare me a brood mare," Nicrona realizes with clouded thoughts.
It's a good thing Hortense doesn't have spurs, as she does occasionally jab her heels into Nicorna's sides. Her outfit isn't hold up well, having completely popped open for the jersey and the pants having burst at the seams. Tulani opens the top of the milk tank and dips a finger in, bringing the liquid to her tongue. "Sweet and creamy," she declares. "Like melted ice-cream!"
"Mischa! Fetch Brock! He should be making his rounds by now," Hortense commands, causing one of the does to jump and rush out, grabbing a cloak to wrap around herself first.
"Awrk, him?" Guy squawks, and redoubles his efforts! Some of the does help the milking the process by squeezing and stroking Nicorna's milk-jugs.
Nicorna can't believe herself, she's enjoying this. Really, really really enjoying it. The vartan feels good where he is and her body betrays that by how it rolls. Her sounds are garbled by the bit, but are a mix of pleases whinnies and shorts. And well, the suction continues and so does the slow flow of liquids from her chest. "You're getting revege for this, aren't you," she thinks to Kaira ... and that's about all she can think because of the increate in Guy's movement and the way the does squeeze ... well she gets lost in the wave of passion that hits her hard. Her head shakes, her mane rolls, and she lets out one heck of a whinny! And Guy knows why with how she squeezes!
The passionate squeezing puts the Vartan over the edge, as much as he tries to hold back. His beak actually bumps into Hortense's back when he gasps, causing her to give him a smack with her riding crop.
Hortense gets to ride the full-body shiver that rolls through the mare when the vartan releases. The unicorn tries to slow herself, hold still, and catch her breath. Her eyes creep back open so that she can finally see the container on the machine that still works on her, wondering just how much her body is producing. It's enough that she forgets that Hortense called for someone named Brock.
She's reminded soon enough, as the floor sort of.. trembles. Heavy hoof-steps echo in the hall, as a deep voice asks, "You gots junk way down here?" Mischa enters the room, holding her cloak closed, and then Brock.. works his way in. He has to duck and turn sideways to fit through the door. Brown with white patches, with long tan hair spilling across his eyes and forming fetlocks at his wrists and ankles, the Rhian is is built for pulling heavy carriages. His head brushes the ceiling, and he has to duck to avoid the various pulleys and chains and other suspended gear. "I don't see.. whooaoaoaoa.." he says, noticing Nicorna.
"Oh my Goddess, she isn't serious, is she?" Nicorna thinks as her head cranes over her neck to look at the huge Rhian. The sound she makes is a terrified-sounding whinny. This guy is huge! HUGE!
The bunnies are already working on the man's pants. He doesn't resist, or really seem to grasp what's happening.. but he still knows what to do! And even kneeling down, he has to lift Nicorna's hind-quarters up off her knees before.. Well, it's a lot like when Guy was with Snowcora, but a unicorn still has a lot of flexibility. It's also different in that she's never been held like a wheelbarrow before!
To help hang on, Hortense has to grab onto Nicorna's horn as well! Too bad she didn't have a saddle ready..
Nicorna's long neck and head stretch forward and tilt to the right! She bites down on that bit when she slowly and unstoppably feels like she's being, well, filled. "I think she won," Nicorna thinks softly to herself. Her body betrays her again when her hind-hooves curl and hook around the Rhian's hips to help steady herself. Her thick fingers tap softly on the mat, signalling to Hortense that she has won. Yet with the way her legs are folded, it's also apparent she doesn't want it to stop.
Hortense doesn't even notice, she's having too much fun riding the unicorn's back. Jacoba keeps the pump going as well. By the time the big Rhian is finished, Nicorna aches everywhere.. especially her elbows! Hortense allows her to lie on her side or back after that, to catch her breath.
And Nicorna does lay there, breathing heavily and aching. Now and then she idly chews on the bit in her mouth and it's only after several minutes she extends one of her three-fingered hands to pet Hortense's foot. She doesn't even try to remove the suction devices as they continue to softly work on her.
The pump stops, and Jacoba removes the harness and bridle. That doesn't necessarily stop the suction though, as Hortense wants a taste. Along with all of the Lapis, but they have to wait behind Brock, who also takes his time. Guy looks forlorn, having a beak. It makes one wonder what baby Vartans do, since the women must breast feed them at birth..
The sounds Nicorna makes probably only encourages them to take their time, too. She even pets over the backs of each of their necks as they take turns. At the end, and with Guy looking so forlorn, she gestures for him to come to her anyway.
The Vartan kneels down, and nuzzles at Nicorna's throat with his beak. Hortense gives up her spot then, stretching out and removing the remains of her costume as she rummages through the gear on her wall.
"So what is your verdict," Nicorna asks of Hortense in a tired voice. "And you ... win. I submit; you broke me."
"You perform well," Hortense says, and returns with an adjustable cloth collar that she fits around Nicorna's neck. It's the same one worn by the Lapi does, and has a little H-shaped clasp.
And with Guy there, Nicorna nudges him to roll onto his back. When he is there, she rolls so that she's straddling him, which stretches and pains sore parts. She nudges for him to open his beak, then leans forward until one of her breasts dangles over his mouth. She then kneeds and squeezes it, trying to coax out at least some for the vartan as well. "So am I a runner, or a brood mare?" she asks as the clasp clicks closed.
"I'm not going to try it from the source," Tulani notes, dipping a finger into the milk container again. "But it is tasty," she admits.
The trick works, and the Vartan gets a taste at least. "Brood mare, definitely," Hortense notes, brushing Nicorna's mane out of her face and popping off the cork. "Only one in the world I bet! Too bad nobody will believe the source of the milk, otherwise it'd be worth a fortune."
Nicorna eases as much as she can out, then sits back lightly on Guy's stomach. "I have never done anything like any of this before," she says to Hortense, "But ... I enjoyed it. I really //hurt inside and out, but I enjoyed it." "And you, you evil dragon, did all that on purpose!" she thinks to Kaira.
"You think I'd do anything like that by accident?" Kaira replies. "If you want to make the pump-buck happy, use your Lapi doe form. He's probably never experienced his own kind, after all."
"Don't tempt me!," Nicorna says, then looks to Jacoba and waves him to come over.
She thinks that!
The bunny finishes stowing the milking tubes and hops over. "Yes, Lady Nicorna?"
"I soon must return to the cavern and shift back to human. That is, when Hortense gives me permission to go. I should allow Mordecai a little more time with his work of art. But ... while in that cavern I could become a doe, just for you," Nircorna offers him.
The buck just seems boggled. "But.. ah, you can't get.. I mean.." he stumbles. "I'd be honored!"
"Do not worry, I will be fine," Nicorna tells the buck, then looks to Hortense. "Is Mordacai doing well since his return? Has he expressed any interest to see me? Or do you wish for me to wear the bridle for a bit longer?" she asks.
"I need my nap," Hortense notes. "So you're free to do what you wish. I haven't spoken with Mordecai, he was off with the Stylist last I heard, arranging payment for something.."
"Payment to the Stylist? Moerdecai has no need for the Stylist, does he? What does the Styist sell, other than, well, hair services?" Nicorna asks.
"I imagine he's arranging payment for your visit earlier," Hortense says with an amused purr.
"Well, then I had best go and let you rest. Baack to your lair, Tulani. Jacoba, please attend, us," the unicorn requests as she gets to her shaky hooves. "And after I reward the buck ... I'll return to human and go to Mordecai's apartment. Then it's .. time to rest and wait." She looks to Tulani, knowing they are soon on the ship out.
"Can we take the Rhian too?" Tulani asks, waggling her eyebrows. Brock is.. well, passed out on the mat, and it's not like anyone is rushing to rouse him.
"I can't carry him," Jacoba claims.
"Well, sure ... but I want one more round with him there before I change, then," Nicorna claims and winks to Tulani. She even goes to wake the huge guy, knowing full well Tulani wants him for dragon form. She also rubs over her lower abdomen, where Inala's mark is etched. "I really am a brood mare," she thinks as the past few days go through her mind. "I should stop. Why does it have to feel so good? Oh well, we leave soon ... and from there life will get ugly."