After another night of furthering Phil's education, Nicora makes her way back through town towards Little Babel. The city is waking up, which means lots of fresh baked goods and other foodstuff, fruit and vegetables and milk and ice flowing into the city from the farm estates, and other activities that take a break during the night. Along the way, she stops at Lightfoot's Apothecary and picks up a roll of cloth bandage, in case she needs it to disguise her hand later, and even considers getting some pastries for Tulani (and maybe Hortense and that Vartan guy).
"Food is an excellent distraction from uncomfortable questions," Nicora quips to herself as she indeed goes and gets some pastries for her current house-mates, all of which are certifiable, Tulani included. "And hopefully Phil will now at least be a little more comfortable in dealing with the opposite sex."
The special at the bakery this morning is 'bugnuts', which are donuts with bugs baked into them. They also have the flaky meat-pastries that Tulani liked, along with fruit and honey ones. Still no blood-filled treats however.
Nicora finds the bugnuts a bit disturbing, but she buys some anyway in case any lingering Eeee might want one ... or maybe the vartan would. She's sure the meat pastries will be popular with the khatta and close-khatta ... as would probably the honey fruit ones. No blood is okay, really. Blood in a pasty is like eating a giant clot ... which as any vampire can tell you, is gross.
From the bakery, it's a short walk to the bathhouse. The Eeee is getting into the habit it seems.. although how long it'll last once outside of a city full of curious noses is anyone's guess. It's a little awkward without someone to help with her back, but it's not like she can ask any stranger for help without exposing her tail.
Nicora figures out a way to manage with her own back by grabbing two towels. One she uses as a really long washcloth and threads it between her wings to wash them ... or maybe floss them. Much of the rest of her wings are easy to do and her tail is as well since it is in gripping range. It also gives her a chance to clean all her more permanent jewelry with gentle soap and rotating. "Wow, this reminds me of traveling alone," she mutters to herself during the drying off process. Granted all her previous travels alone didn't include having soft fleshy bits andd wider hips to deal with. Or curses! But it's easy to forget about the latter since they're not active in the sky city.
Feeling refreshed, Nicora retrieves her bag of goodies and heads for Little Babel, passing by Little Babel Express with its cadre of uniformed delivery girls and several other establishments before things turn a bit seedier. Even though it's morning, the light still feels dingy this close to the Old Cemetery. The door to the Morgue once again has a certain Vartan leaning back against the wall next to it, looking a bit sleepy still.
"Guards need to be more alert, you know," Nicora teases the sleepy-looking Vartan ... and even goes so far as to come over lean on the wall next to him. "Pastry?" she offers and holds up one of the bags.
The bird blinks, and says, "Oh, it's you! I no recognize you in that outfit." He dips into the bag with a talon and picks out a bugnut. "Bugnuts! My favorite!"
"I suppose you didn't see me in one of my greatest moments, no," Nicora admits, ears feeling warm. "I'm sorry about all that and any ... discomfort you felt."
"It worth it!" the Vartan claims, and pecks bites out of the donut. "Any time you want try again.. just caw me!"
Nicora's brow goes up at that. "Really now?" she asks, surprised. "Because, well ... I wouldn't mind trying when I'm not so mentally lost in the moment and actually get to really explore the experience..."
Nicora lightly pokes his side with a claw, adding, "But you would also have to be gentler, I'm ... smaller than you."
"I c'n b' 'en'le," the lean Vartan claims with a mouthful of crumbs and bug bits.
"And you would be perfectly happy with an Eeee?" Nicora asks, just to be sure. "I can't promise anything more ... exotic."
"I a gothburd," the man claims, sounding both proud and ashamed at the some time, somehow. "I no can be picky. You got good wings though."
"Hm, but if we can go into some of the lower crystal chambers, i might be able to show you something more exotic. But ... only after we at least try as I am," Nicora offers and then reaches up to pat his cheek. "Maybe when you're off your shift later? Until then ... have another pastry." She offers the bag to him again.
"Thanks!" the man says again, and reaches in for another treat. "Ah, what do I call you?" he asks as he fishes something out.
"I'm Nicora. What is your name? The khatta called Hortense called you Salt and Pepper..." Nocora says.
"Whippy cat is crazy," the Vartan claims. "Call me Guy."
"I liked Hortense," Nicora says, "She seemed fun. And a pleasure to finalyl meet you, Guy. With my clothes on, that is."
"And fur too!" the man adds with a wink.
"Well, I should quite distracting you," Nicora says as she eases off the walk and goes around him to enter the club. Of course she's a little evil in that when she passes, she 'allows' her hand to run over the Vartan, just below his waist, then enters the club.
FIX: Quite -> quit
Things are quiet inside the odd club, since it's morning and most of the clientele are nocturnal. There are still a few 'regulars' that seem to live there though, dozing in corners and booths and one Khatta curled up on a fake sarcophagus. The door to the 'back room' is slightly opened.
"rise and shine, it is such a lovely day," Nicora actually chirps cheerfully as she passes through the main part of the club. She simply cannot resist tweaking people a little. That's definitely Alptraum's personality coming through. She heads towards the back door at a leisurely pace, ears flicking about and listening.
There is much cursing left in the bat's wake, but the back room is silent. The only occupant is Hortense, laying sideways on the throne and looking comfortable while doing it. Felines, go figure. "I smell food," she purrs, turning her head to look at Nicora. "Hortense demands a snackrifice."
Nicora finds it very difficult to grin. She sashays towards the throne, much as she saw the khatta do when she led them into the maze below. She keeps of the 'game' when she kneels down just before the throne and reaches in the bag. She lifts out one of the meat pastries and offers it to the feline. The Eeee then dips her head slightly and doesn't say a word.
The feline takes the offering with two fingers capped with chitin claw protectors. "Very good," Hortense purrs. "I have special instructions from Mordecai for you."
"I think I really like you. You're fun," Nicora notes, much amused. "What does Mordecai ask of me?"
"Oh, I'm not actually supposed to tell you," the cat claims. "At least, he didn't say I should. So I won't! Not all at once. Some of it sounded.. strange to me."
Nicora's brow arches slightly. "Are you supposed to show me?" she asks. It's a little worrying when a crazy gothcat called a request strange...
"Yes!" Hortense says, and swings around and hops to her feet. She retrieves a sack from behind the chair, and holds it out to Nicora. "You can carry two things at once, right? I heard you had skills."
Of course I can," Nicora says as she reaches out and takes the sack. She also can't help herself and shakes it slightly to see if she can guess what is in it as she gets back to her own feet. She doesn't look lest the khatta chide her for doing so.
The sack isn't very heavy, but also doesn't seem to having anything loose in it either. Hortense is already opening the disguised door that opens to the basement stairs. "Follow," she instructs as she heads down.
"Yes ... Mistress Hortense," Nicora says as she follows behind the khatta. She ... figures that she may as well play the game and entertain the khatta. "I must admit, I'm glad to get a chance to talk to you again. I found you quite interesting," she says as she follows.
"Of course you find me interesting," the cat claims, swishing her hips and tail as she leads the way to the door to the 'underground' access. "Tell me what you find so interesting about me?"
"You're sexy, from either front or back. You know what you want and like, and you expect it to be provided to you," Nicora explains as she continues to follow along. "I could have fun with someone like you." Of course she realizes after she says that it may not be the best thing to say, but hey ... flattery is usually a good idea.
The feline gives out a loud purr, as they descend further, finally emerging in the long hall near Mordecai's underground apartment. "I like fun," Hortense says, and then heads down the hall.. right past the turn to the apartment, so that's likely not where she's taking Nicora.
"Have any openings for a temporary client, then?" Nicora asks, grinning fangily as she follows along. Her eyes glance towards Mordecai's apartment ... then she has to wonder just what he's up to. He's been a good ally so far, if a bit odd.
"There are instructions to follow," Hortense answers. "And I get to have you for part of the day." From the path they're following, the destination may just be the crystal chamber..
"For part of the day? Well, it sounds like it will be a good day," Nicora remarks as she walks along a few feet behind the strange khatta. Her ears do a little odd dance on her head when she realizes where they might be heading.
"Are you allergic to anything?" the Khatta asks along the way, in a more-than-just-curious tone.
"Solid food and iron," Nicora answers. "I'm a vampire, so the food issue is obvious. And my binding to the supernatural makes me allergic to iron."
"Supernatural, eh?" Hortense asks. "Not just mutated?"
"It's a long story," Nicora admits, "But some aspects of me are."
"That tail with a face?" the feline asks.
"And the scar on my chest, and my right hand. I guess you haven't seen my hand yet, Nicora says. She shakes her right hand a bit to get the disguise to 'relax'.
This brings Hortense to a stop, so she can examine the hand. "I like the claw protectors," she notes, having a few of her own after all. "Why only on one hand though? It is an odd fashion statement."
"It is my hand. This doesn't come off," Nicora explains and even lets the shadow try to tendril-grip the exploring fingers. "Magical injury."
"Injury? It doesn't look injured," Hortense sniffs, and turns to continue leading through the tunnels.
"Well, that's what happens with a shadow parasite-thing replaces your hand with itself and bonds to your body," Nicora explains and continues after the feline. "Since you have me for part of the day, what do you expect of me?" she asks.
"I expect you to behave," Hortense says sternly, and pats the cat-o-nine-tails (although the tails look distinctly cloth-like). "Where do you find these parasites?"
"I won't cause you any issues, Mistress," Nicora says, playing the game. "As for where, you won't. They are extremely rare. I don't know the location of any others."
"A shame," the cat says, and is silent for the remainder of the trek through the labyrinth to the crystal cavern. Then she says, "Alright, the next item on the list.." She actually unfolds a piece of parchment and takes some time to read it.
"Give me all of your clothes," Hortense concludes.
"Well, not many people are willing to sacrifice an entire limb," Nicora notes. She's in the middle of adjusting her bags when that question comes. This causes her to blink a few times. She eyes the khatta, her whip, then sets her bags down and goes about undressing right there. At least she's more or less used to being naked. Five minutes and a lot of folding later, Nicora hands over her entire set of clothes; leaving her in just fur and jewelry.
"I imagine you're used to naked women," Nicora remarks.
"Nice jewelry.. and the lock isn't pickable it looks like," Hortense comments, then sets the clothing down on the raised stone dais. "Oh, prefer everyone but myself to be naked, makes things easier," she says, and consults the list. "Okay.. it says you are to turn into the white girl now."
"Do you want to know the code to the lock?" Nicora asks as she locates her dagger and slowly slots it down into her arm.
"Is that sheath part of the parasite thing too?" Hortense asks, then says, "When I want the combination, I will get it from you my way."
"It's part of it," Nicora confirms and takes a moment to concentrate. "Kaira ... I need to wear Snow's body for a bit. I'm not sure why, exactly, but it's probably to pay back help we've gotten in this city."
"You know, you should be getting paid for this," the dragon says. "Or at least I should." The shadow oozes out from the exposed hand, and engulfs Nicora. It does give her a look at Hortense's look of surprise and confusion though.
"I do get paid for this indirectly. The physical pleasures are quite nice" Nicora thinks as she floats in the inky darkness while Kaira rearranges her external features into that of the human girl. She wishes she could feel the changes ... but it's like floating in pudding limbo.
The pudding melts away eventually though, and Snowcara is left behind. "That is impressive," Hortense says, and immediately fondles the albino's chest to see if it's all real. "This explains the next instruction at least.."
Snowcora's reaction is to make several very interesting little noises at the touch on that super-sensitive skin. Still, she doesn't exactly stop the khatta either. It feels ... hard to describe. The barbells add a certain something, though. "It's real, Mistress," she says in a tone that's much softer and .. well, rather submissive! Not unlike the real Snow when she's feeling awkward.
"I can tell," Hortense notes, abandoning the molestation to open the sack she had Nicora carry. She takes out a now-familiar Lapi-(or rabbit)-furred cloak and matching slippers. "Put these on, and then we head back."
Snowcora blinks at that. She gingerly slips her feet into the slippers, then drapes the fur-lined cloak over her body. She shifts around a bit ... and discovers that in this body with the way the chain and lock moves ... walking back is going to be very distracting. Not to mention the constant brushing of the fur. "I will follow," she says, now getting a little nervous.
Hortense puts the folded clothes into the sack, and hands it and the bag-o-goodies back to Snowcara. All the while, the grin on her face gets progressively more wicked. "This is going to be fun," she promises, and heads out at a quickened pace.
Snowcora follows after Hortense with that sinking feeling in her gut returning. And yes, she was right, walking like this with little bits swaying with the way the human's hips roll naturally is very distracting. "Was this the body he promised you?" she asks fostly as she follows.
"He wasn't that specific, since the instructions were mostly for you after all," the Khatta notes, her tail swishing in excitement. "But it's so novel, and probably more responsive.."
"I have a savanite form if you prefer one that can't talk," Snowcora offers. For some reason she feels like she's walking to her own execution. Her eyes focus on the way of the khatta in front of her to keep focused.
"That isn't the point," the feline claims. "There's no challenge or obedience then because there is no choice. That would be very unsatisfying."
"Well, then I guess this is the body for you too," Snowcora confirms. Yep. Execution walk.
The way back passes quickly, possibly because of the need to keep focused on the distractions of fur-on-skin contact. How does Snow manage it? Or maybe that's why she shucks her cloak whenever she has the chance. Again they pass by Mordecai's apartment, heading for the basement access to the club. Once back in the Morgue's basement, Hortense changes course, heading off into the maze of partitions.
This makes Snowcora blink. She has no idea where they are going now. She knows these are generally trustworthy people, if a bit odd. So ... she continues along. She only spares the door back to the club a brief, longing, glance. Once it is gone from sight, she's at Hortense's mercy now.
The path is dimly lit with small lamps, and ends at a red door. Hortense unlocks it via some special combination that Snowcara is blocked from seeing, and opens the door. The room beyond is unlit, as yet. The Khatta takes something from the wall, and then turns to face Snowcara. She holds up a cloth blindfold. "I'm going to put this on you now, okay?" she says.
Snowcora takes a long look at Hortense. The fact the khatta actually asked politely does mean it's her choice; which also means whatever is beyond can't be that bad. So ... Snowcora dips her head respectfully. When her head comes up, her eyes are closed. "I place myself in your hands, Mistress Hortense," she says, playing along to hopefully amuse the khatta. And there she stands still and just waits for the blindfold to be tied on.
After the blindfold is tied on, Hortense takes the bags from Snowcara before leading her slowing forward into the room. Several paces in, she stops and removes the albino-girl's cloak. "Raise your arms up over your head," the Khatta purrs, right behind Snowcara's shoulder.
Snowcora's breathing is a little worried, particularly when her only protection is removed. There's an audible swallow, then the albino human lifts her arms up over her head and holds them there.
Hortense holds Snowcara's wrists, and adjusts things so that they're crossed just a few inches above the top of the girl's head. "Hold them right there," she says, and then moves away. There are sounds of things being moved around; something dragged across the floor, and rattles and whines overhead.
Snowcora's stomach feels like it is in her feet! This is almost as bad as visiting Melusine ... but for all her bluster, Hortense actually has a gentle touch. Still, with the sounds going on around her, it's hard to hold herself in that position with her arms crossed over her head. Human ears are terrible, they lack any sort of definition! The human woman has no idea what is being moved around her. Yet ... she continues to follow the commands, curious as to just what is going on. It hasn't been bad so far, right?
When Hortense returns, she's standing on something behind Snowcara. She uncrosses her captive's hands, and wraps a fur-lined cuff around each, suspended from above. Then there's something that presses against the girl's back - also fur lined, and seems to be some sort of harness. There are straps that go over her shoulders, and one around her midriff. "Comfy?" the Khatta asks.
Snowcora finds it easier to let her limbs be directed into place as she tries to figure out what all of this is by feel. She has ideas, but she's just not sure. "Surprisingly so, Mistress Hortense," the human says softly. "So far ... I don't regret this one bit."
"Good, that makes the next part easier," the feline purrs, and then leaves Snowcara's immediate sensory sphere of about two feet. When she returns, it's to secure large cuffs to the girl's knees.
"Okay, I have no idea what this is at all," Nicora realizes when she feels cuffs around her knees. Dozens of ideas, but none of them seem to fit. She can also feel her body betraying her a little, the skin is flushing a bit with excitement!
"Now.. lean back," Hortense instructs.
This is a lesson in trust. Snowcora can only hope the stuff that holds her will keep her from hitting the floor. She draws in a deep breath, then leans back in the furred harness, letting it take on her weight.
There's resistance, both from the harness and the cuffs. She gets about halfway before they bring her short. Then Hortense attaches lines to the knee cuffs, and says, "Just relax," before moving off into the room somewhere. There's a cranking sound, and Snowcara finds her legs lifted up at the knees, until she's in a mostly reclined position - suspended in the air.
"Oh dear," Snowcora mutters softly when she finds herself half-floating in the furred harness. It's almost like floating in shadow; almost. The feeling of being completely vulnerable is there, certainly. "I have never done anything like this before," she admits.
"Even better," Hortense purrs from somewhere in the room.. and then there is the sound of the door opening and then closing, as the Khatta leaves.. or someone else comes in. It's silent afterwards, so it's hard to tell.
"Mistress Hortense?" Snowcora calls out when she hears the door open and close. It's not like she has much range of motion with her head or any other part of her body like this! And those blasted human ears are no help at all.
It might only be a few minutes, but it might be longer - the only way to tell time is by counting heartbeats, and those are unreliable at the moment. But eventually the door opens again, and there's movement. It's longer before the door closes this time, and Snowcara can feel presences around her, closing in..
"Hello?" Snowcora says timidly. The urge to curl up into a ball is there, but this odd contraption certainly makes that impossible! She tries in vain to listen, to count heartbeats ... but she has no idea how many people are in here! And that is terrifying!
The touches come next. Lightly, fleeting at first - just quick finger touches. They land all over, and begin turning into full hand caresses. Hands with soft fur and no pads; maybe four Lapis, maybe does from the size of the hands. They are completely silent.
"They didn't get the code so at least I'm safe there," Snowcora thinks to herself, though it's hard to have a completely clear mind with all the caressing. It's almost ticklish at first with the light touches ... but when they become caresses the human betrays herself by making all sorts of soft sounds as she breathes in and out. It's alien, yet familiar, all the touching. At some point she seems to decide to completely relax because it feels good.
This emboldens the bunnies. Licks and kisses are added to the caresses, along with suspiciously soft parts being pressed against Snowcara and what can only be teasing ear swats. She even gets an ear-tip brushed across her lips. Clever tongues also probe her defense.. and one doe has found that the tail is responsive and is dedicated to playing with it.
The sounds Snowcora starts to make get louder and more ... involved. All sorts of shivers and murmurs come from the human ... to a downright squeak when one starts playing with her tail, an aspect Kaira decided to leave this time. When the ear runs along her lips the human tries to playfully nip at it, then lick along its length for as long as she's able. And the licking ... well that she discovers is only stopped so much by her defenses ... and this makes her squirm.
EDIT: Remove the tail.
Gradually, the does move their attentions away from Snowcara's front to focus on her sides and back. The reason becomes apparent when the suspended girl feels the brush of cloth against her inner thighs. It can only be Hortense's cloth 'flail'. It lightly brushes along the skin, flowing over the belly and breasts until the top of the handle nudges the bottom of Snowcara's chin. "Now it's my turn," the Khatta purrs.
A full-body shiver runs through Snowcora! "Mistress Hortense," she murmurs. And Snowcora can't hide the inflection of her voice; the human is excited that the khatta has returned! "I ... I ... " the human stammers, her skin flushing with embarrassment. She draws a breath, then manages out only one word, "Please."
The flail is dragged back the way it came, and then.. doesn't return! Instead, the dominatrix kitty proves just how cruel and sadistic and merciless a feline can be...
Hortense has a feather duster.
"Eeeee," goes Snowcora when the feathers touch. The human doesn't stop there, either; she becomes a symphony of squeaks, giggles, and squirms as the feathers tickle and torment her ... and she can't do a thing about it.
The intensity of it all makes it hard to notice anything else, but at some point Snowcara realizes that her lock and chains are gone! And that that new tongue is too long to be a Lapi's..
"Wait is that about .... oh yes it is," Snowcora thinks for the briefest moment before that long tongue causes the human to let out a loud gasp. It's really, really, hard to concentrate now. It's all she can manage to try and feel if the tongue is studded ... which would identify the owner as Mordecai.
There are studs, alright. And once the tongue pulls back, there are familiar implanted ridges and knobs too. Without saying a word, Mordecai makes love to the suspended Snowcara, biting and suckling as the does continue their own barrage. It's like floating on a living mattress.
Snowcora is lost in this. Everything feels so good she can't begin to describe it. Every so often she manages an encouraging word, a request, even a begging, for him to not stop. There even comes a point where Snowcora starts pleading with him to claim and mark her as his own. New piercings, chains, anything. He can do absolutely anything to her. Her voice is plaintive and needing; driven by the sensations that ripple through the human's body. Right now her body is telling her she wants this Eeee and she wants to belong to this Eeee. Maybe coming in here was more dangerous than she thought.
It probably doesn't help that Hortense and her bunny brigade are still active during it all. "Maybe.. studs where I've bitten your neck," Mordecai whispers. "Or something for your tongue, or navel.." His voice becomes more incoherent after that, as he picks up the pace of things, reaching his own explosive conclusion.
And Snowcora, a glutton for punishment, pleads, "All of them." The words are forced because her mind vanishes into the haze of enjoyment as the Eeee forcefully takes exactly what he wants without even asking. The sensations are amazing, as they always have been with this Eeee. For several minutes Snowcora can't feel anything except the sating of the desires of her body. "Oh Inala, this is wonderful the human's mind thinks out of the blue as her body comes down from an incredible high.
"Keep her busy," Mordecai is heard to tell Hortense. "I have to prepare some things." And then the feathers come out again, and rabbit kisses and cat-tongue.
Nicora doesn't even have time to protest! The sensations return anew and given how tingly and sensitive her body feels after that ... well the human is a veritable orchestra of sound and restrained movement! She barely forms any words other than to call out the khatta's name now and then, her s's all coming with a drawn hiss.
A new lover arrives, and it's clearly a Lapi. He's both urgent and sensual, using his hands and mouth well. He's followed by something new. From the sounds, and the feel of the tongue and teeth it's soon clear that he's a Khatta. He's also a bit rougher than the Eeee and Lapi where, despite Mordecai's biting and blood-drinking.
Snowcora learns that since this body is of a servant of Inala ... it reacts like one and continues to provide her with amazing sensations. The Lapi is gentle, yet rapid insistent on what it wants and this generates softer sounds from the human. The khatta .. the roughness generates all new sounds, more guttural, tones bordering on that edge between enjoyment and pain; the roughness being an actual turn on to the human's body. It gives her no time at all to really think on anything she said or promised to Mordecai. She's lost in a world of the physical. The only thoughts that manage through are fleeting ... and most are praises to Inala for these glorious sensations!
The human body is also a lot more accommodating, as a pattern emerges; Snowcara is being brought ever bigger lovers. After the Khatta is a Jupani, who is very fond of licking girls' chests it seems, but is also a bit more mindful of not hurting Snowcara.
Snowcora realizes the pattern with the Jupani. It hurts at first, but as he tends to her the discomfort fades to actual enjoyment as her body adjusts. Her head lays backward, her breathing in time with those who keep her busy. She remembers a vague story about how Jupani can be together for some time even after the peak, and for a moment wonders if that will happen before her mind fogs over from the delight of it all.
It's not clear just when her partner peaks, other than that he stops moving his hips. His hands also seem to wander off at times, but the occasional squeak from a bunny might explains where they go. Eventually, the wolf withdraws, and his panting fades from Snowcara's ears. Something stranger happens next: her blindfold is removed. She can finally see the odd structure above her that the suspensions lines attach too, made of pulleys and gears. She can see that she's covered in sweat, which the bunnies keep under control. Hortense isn't to be seen in the dim light, but she could just be somewhere behind Snowcara at the moment.
Nicora licks over her lips slowly as she hangs there panting softly. "Oh Gods," she finally manages out in a soft voice. "That was incredible." She can feel every part of her body as it tingles and she feels drenched, and disturbingly both inside and out with what she has just been through. "I could almost get used to this."
A cup of water is brought to Snowcara's lips by one of the bunnies, so she can rehydrate a bit. The door opens behind her, but she can't even turn her head at the moment, since a Lapi is holding it (and using her own chest as a pillow).
Snowcora drinks the water down in huge gulps. It's then she becomes aware of how much she wanted a drink. The sound of the door peeks her interest, but she cannot turn to see who it is. She draws another breath then bites her lip nervously, half-expecting to be blindfolded again before the next 'guest'.
The blindfold doesn't return. Hortense does, however, leading a familiar, naked Vartan around to Snowcora's feet. Guy is blindfolded though, until the Khatta finally reaches up and pulls it off. The bird's large eyes go wide at the sight of the albino girl.
Snowcora's own eyes go wide when she sees the Vartan. Anyone sane would be terrified, given the size difference, but the human betrays herself with a gasp tinted with desire. She must also be in a really strange frame of mind because she actually asks Hortense, "May he have me, Mistress?"
"If he knows what's good for him," the Khatta says, and then smacks the Vartan on his rear, making him jump forward between Snowcora's legs. "Uh.. I'm Guy," he says nervously, although he's clearly responding to Snowcora. Maybe there's some echo of Snow's power attached to her body after all..
"I'm called ... Snowcora," the human murmurs softly, her body flushing again as she looks the Vartan from head to waist. "Please," she asks of him, her expression pleading with the slight bit of innocence that the real Snow can manage. "Even if it sounds like it hurts, don't stop. It'll feel good once things ... adjust. I ... need you." The human's state of mind is an obvious mess through hormones and who knows what else. She's terrified, but she's still asking. Part of her knows she'll regret all of this later but ... right now she isn't.
The Vartan does his best to be gentle, but it's awkward. There are internal barriers that he bumps up against, and the scales of his hands feel harsh against Snowcora's sensitive skin. He can't help but nip the barbells with his beak, and things or so tight at first that keeping the human suspended is out of the question: the bunnies to work on the pulleys and cranks to lower Snowcora onto the ground.. or almost onto the ground. Hortense forms them up side by side beneath the human to form a living mattress. Then Guy has some leverage to keep from just dragging Snowcora back and forth.
Snowcora has always heard people complain about being stuffed full from eating. She now understands it from a different perspective. Oh gods does it initially hurt when the Vartan takes her. The sounds she makes are obvious pain. Yet when Guy seems like he's going to pull back she tells him no. It's slow and very strange; an experience she's never had; from the nipping of her jewelry to tightness, she's never felt anything like it. at one point her cuffed arms and legs wrap around him as she guides his pace ... and in time the pain lessens and it becomes enjoyable. She hugs at the large creature as they make love upon the Lapis, not about to let him go until his fluids of life are released and she feels Inala's gift of pleasure throughout her body.
It takes time, since Guy still holds back. But the slower pace is made up for by the sheer snugness. Eventually, the Vartan lets out a long hiss and tenses up. At least his chest feathers are soft against Nicora's own chest. She can feel the man's pulse through their connection, and she's sure his heart skipped a few beats.
Snowcora feels the pulse and the size, ... and soon she feels the fluids of life flow into her body. Her own reaction isn't as intense as the others because of how tight it is and how slow the movement ... but it still feels good; like the time Twig showed her how to take things slow. "Thank you," she whispers softly to the Vartan while he's tensed up. Since her arms are free she pets along his sides and even up to his neck. "Thank you, it was wonderful," she murmurs, encouraging him. "You didn't hurt me; you gave me what I wanted..."
"I.. had bugnuts for breakfast," the Vartan gurgles.
And Snowcora's response to that is to squeeze even tighter for a couple seconds. Theer she just holds him and pets at hsi sides until he seems ready to pull away. She's pretty sure she'll know when the tightness starts to ease.
It's a few more minutes, and Hortense has to actually help the Vartan get back to his feet. She also uses the feather duster on him, just.. well, just because. The bunnies shift and begin to unstrap Snowcora from her cuffs and harnesses, only to lift her up themselves so that she's still suspended, after a fashion.
"Wait," Snowcora requests as the cuffs start to come off, "Shouldn't I be suspended again for Mordecai...?"
"You have to be cleaned up first," Hortense says, and makes a gesture. The bunny-palanquin hustles Snowcora out of the room, and through one with a green door. Here she is laid down on a pile of pillows.. and then bunnies start up again with the rubbing and kissing, but this time Snowcora can actually touch them back if she wants.
"I feel so full," Snowcora admits as she lets the bunnies work her over for a bit, cleaning off the sweat and ... other fluids. When she feels less sticky she starts actively playing back with the does, from the occasional tickle, to ear nibbles, to even returning the favor of a certain kind of licking when a doe gets into range. It's all slow though, so she can also take moments to look at her body and see if she looks as full as she feels.
Despite everything.. it doesn't show externally. "We can clean you out inside too," one of the bunnies offers, finally speaking. Another brings out a bowl of warm oil to help sooth the skin.
"You can? Is that a good idea?" Nicora asks, having never been cleaned out on the inside as well.
"It's good to be clean," the doe claims. "It's just old wine, really."
"Well, I'm here for experiences so ... why not. Clean me. It'll help me from becoming pregnant, right?" Snowcora asks with a giggle. She already knows she can't become pregnant anyway.
"Have you done this sort of treatment to a lot of people? Tying them up and letting the club members enjoy them?" Nicora asks one of the does.
"It is a regular event," one of the other bunnies notes. "It was special this time though, because we took off the blindfolds for the last session." Oils are applied, and.. rubber hoses are employed. It isn't any weirder than what's already happened, but it does help soothe things. At least until the bunnies start getting frisky again.
"Oookay, that feels weird," Snowcora says at one point in the process, but it wasn't uncomfortable. The friskiness of the bunnies get her going again a little ... and she plays back with them for a good twenty minutes, caressing, nibbling, and licking them in kind. "As much as I would like to continue, shouldn't I be strapped up for Mordecai again?" Snowcora finally asks a little reluctantly.
The door opens, and Mordecai enters, carrying several trays. "My ears are burning," he notes, and approaches Snowcora. The bunnies immediately form up again and hold down the transformed girl's limbs, as the Eeee sets his trays down to either side of her.
Snowcora's eyes go wide when the bunnies go from gentle to holding her down that quickly! "Hello," Snowcora says to the albino Eeee as she eyes the trays worriedly and tries to think back to what she agreed to. "I ... that was amazing," she says to the Eeee. "I've never done anything like that ... but I would do so again. Willingly."
At a gesture, one of the bunnies wiggles under Snowcora to elevate her hips, so that Mordecai and kneel between the woman's legs.. and enter her.. while keeping his hands free. "Your navel first," he says, as he slowly makes love to her while picking a bone needle from one tray.
"You're going t ... ooooh," Snowcora says when she feels the Eeee back inside her. "I could get used to you, you know," she tells him teasingly and even flutters her eyelashes at him, "Just ... whenever you want me, you have me." It's about then she hears the comment about her navel and one of the things she agreed to sinks in! And she's being held down so it's not like she can resist! She bites her lip and sucks in a deep breath.
The bunnies help keep her distracted, and Mordecai uses some sort of numbing cream (and his own saliva) on the area of interest. There's a sharp pain though, all the same, and Snowcora can't even see what's happening because of the bunny-heads against her chest. She feels something inserted though.. but Mordecai is still gathering things from the trays. Does he have something else to add that he hasn't told her about?
Snowcora tenses and lets out a muffled squeal of pain when she feels the pain in her lower stomach from the needle as it slides in. It feels long even though she knows the hole won't be that big. She also squirms about when something in inserted behind the needle ... and then she gets worried as eh gathers more things. "You told him he could do anything he wanted! she suddenly remembers ... and now worries what else he's going to add there!
Mordecai tries to keep Snowcora still with some hip action. But he's also doing something near or below her navel now. It's feels hot and cold and itchy and.. well, unpleasant and moderately painful, as if she's being burned.
"What is he doing?!" Nicora wonders as her own hips squirm about in time to both his and to whatever he's doing down there that just below her navel. There are more sounds from the human, both of enjoyment and of the odd pain she's feeling.
It goes on for some time, with the suckling does preventing Snowcora from seeing what's happening. Finally, she feels the sting of alcohol on the area, and the does withdraw and release her torso, so she can prop herself up to see what's happened.
Snowcora remains laying there for a full minute, catching her breath ... and possibly being afraid to see what he did to her. She does finally draw a breath and prop herself upright to see what he inserted into her navel ... and what the odd sensation was that took so long below her navel and on her lower stomach.
A faceted glass bead nests in her navel, with a smaller version a half-inch higher at the end of the puncture to secure it. Below that is a blue line, tinged with red from irritated skin, which stretches down to connect navel to vulva. Midway, two curled 'wings' appear, a bit more fanciful than usually depicted in the rune for the Flower - the mark of Inala, now tattooed into Snowcora's white skin.
Snowcora's eyes go wide. She reaches down and touches the jewel that rests in her navel and its smaller post-mount. What shocks her the most, though, is the tattoo. Her hands shakily touch the mark and run down its length from her navel down to the tip of where Mordecai still remains buried. "You've marked with with Inala's rune," she whispers softly, "Just over my womb..." She isn't quite sure how to feel. She just ... blinks.
"It will be sensitive for some time, so I'm afraid you'll have to remain naked to avoid irritating it," Mordecai says.
"I ... I don't know what to say. When I change back will I have to shave off the fur there to keep it exposed?" Nicora asks as she continues to stare at it.
The bat then unexpectedly pulls out. With a gesture from him, the bunnies spring into action and flip Snowcora over onto her hands and knees! The Eeee re-enters, and runs his hands across the girl's bare back. "I have seen you change form. Certain things remain, like your scar, although it can be subtle, and your earrings. These marks should stay with this form.. but will you carry them in all shapes? I don't know." Then he grips her shoulders, and takes advantage of the extra shock-absorption built in to the human fanny by really putting his back into things.
Snowcora's voice of the day seems to be a squeak of surprise when she finds herself suddenly on her hands and knees, then leaning slightly forward when the Eeee takes her again! She recognizes this position from that book the dragon gave her. She finds the position ... odd in that the bunnies make it plainly clear she's not going anywhere. And with the Eeee holding onto her and the force ... well, she isn't sure she wants too! It still feels good, though her lower stomach still aches from the needle and the aggravation from the tattoo work. "Oh Gods, he is claiming me," Snowcora finally fully realizes.
After things peak, the tattooing hammer and needle return as Mordecai begins working on Snowcora's shoulders next.
Snowcora's eyes grow wide again when she feels the odd burning/itching blossom to life on her shoulder again. She tries not to panic and forces her eyes closed. Her attentions try to go to the roll of her hips and not the slowly spreading fire on her back!
While Mordecai works, the bunnies pick up the slack. Tongues go to work on the dangling bits of Snowcora's anatomy, as well as the rings. The tattoo on her back, she can feel, is much larger than the first one, spanning both of her shoulder blades, and even her spine and lower end of her ribcage.
"What have I done?" Snowcora finds herself wondering as that burn creeps along, ever spreading in almost a seamless wave across and down her back. Her eyes remain clenched shut, her breathing hard and trying not to panic. "Why did you have to agree to let him do anything? With these does here, he can. You can't stop him at all!"
Once the tattoo is done.. at least for now.. Snowcora's back burns from alcohol. This puts in her an awkward situation; she can't lie on her back now! But she ends up being repositioned again anyway, this time sitting in Mordecai's lap. The Eeee kisses her, tasting the inside of her mouth, and then says, "Now.. stick out your tongue."
Snowcora wraps her arms around Mordecai and hugs him, kissing back willingly even with her back and lower stomach burning. It sure feels odd kissing him as a human, he has so many studs. When he asks for her to stick her tongue out, if she had long ears they would wilt in shock. She looks side to side at the does that flank him and her, then swallows. "You took me seriously about claiming me, didn't you?" she asks softly, then sticks out her tongue. She has a bad feeling about this. She can't see what he did to her back and he's still going.
The Eeee holds the tip of the human's short tongue with his teeth, then brings up a tool that looks like a fusion of torture instrument and office tool. He's quick, so there's no time to react before the punch pierces Snowcora's tongue. A silver-coated stud is quickly inserted as well, before Mordecai releases the tongue.
The sound Snowcora makes when the punch goes through is garbled and odd! Her hads spread on his back when the stud quickly follows and each end secured. And does it feel odd. She blinks, she rolls her sore tongue, and when she says "Ow" it comes out a bit slurred.
"The swelling will go down in time, try not to speak," Mordecai says, as he places his hands on Snowcora's hips and rocks her up and down. "When I am through, you will be my masterpiece," he notes, and then tenderly bites into the human's neck to feed.
"Not speak! I have a metal rod in my tongue! And Inala's mark extending down to my genitalia and who knows what on my back, and he say's he's not done?" Snowcora finds herself fretting ... and yet her hips roll in time with his, finding soem solace in how good it feels. Even his feeding feels good. The sensations cause such conflict! She should be afraid ... but how this feels is encouraging her to stay and let him work! She could almost swear she hears Inala's voice whispering in her ear and telling her it's all okay. Just enjoy the moment...