The Coalition party is just hours away, and Tulani still hasn't decided on an outfit to wear. So of course her loyal servant, Pierce, offered to help her out. But the Sphynx has been standing around waiting for a few minutes now after the cheetah departed. "If you find me something nice, maybe I'll let you wear more than just a loincloth," she promises with a giggle.
"Well, I may have, but I had to become you to make sure things fit. And after that, I found some nice ... toys ... hiding in one of the crates," comes a disturbingly familiar voice just behind Tulani. It's her own voice, sort of, she's certain. So's the tongue that just licked the back of her neck; except this one had a metal ball in the middle. "And now it's going to be ... fun."
"Ack!" Tulani yelps and spins around. "Hey, no fair turning into me," she says to the doppleganger. "And you could have at least taken out the nose ring.."
She did. Except it was replaced by the fake bone through-stud! "IT's perfectly fair," the feline purrs. What she wears is about as bizarre as the bone-stud. She's wearing some sort of tight=fitting leather outfit. It's mostly black, but adorned with silvery buckles all over. It's almost like some sort of flight suit, except, well, with the way it hugs and lifts; it's certainly designed to show off a body. Tulani can swear it makes the Tulani-clone's chest look a fair amount larger. Even more disturbingly, she's wearing a whip on her hip, too. "Now, are you going to be a good kitty and let me dress you?" she purrs as she draws the whip off her hip ... then taps Tulani under the chin with its handle.
"Dress me in.. that?" Tulani asks, pointing. "I can't wear that to a formal party!"
"Oh no no. This is just some fun attire I found to wear while dressing you in something else. But ... the something else is going to be a surprise," Nicolani says. She holds up her left hand and dangles a blindfold from it. "So, going to trust me?" she says with an all-too-wide grin.
"There better be a big payoff," Tulani notes, taking the blindfold and putting it on. "I assume you're going to model it for me?"
"Nooo," Nicolani says as Tulani feels the whip be wrapped around her wrists. "I'm going to dress you," she adds as the whip draws tight (but not painfully so) into a secured knot. There's a firm tug that pulls Tulani up against her clone. "And you're going to like it," the clone whispers.
"This is weird," Tulani complains. "And how are you going to dress me with my hands tied?" she asks, her tail swishing.
"Have faith in me," Nicolani says. There's more tugging on the bindings around her wrists as Nicolani seems to guide her, well, somewhere. They stop, and after a few seconds of nervous silence, Tulani's arms are gently tugged upwards over her head. Not uncomfortably at least, just out of the way. "Comfortable?" Nicolani asks as Tulani feels a hand caressing over her cheek.
"I have to hold them up?" Tulani asks. "This is awkward!"
Not so much; the bindings on her wrists are now doing quite a good job of that. Nicolani must have tied the whip over something. "One more thing and I'll be ready to work on you," Nicolani says. The giggle that follows is ... a little worrying. The petting that caresses Tulani's cheeks is nice, though ... right up to the point she feels something slide over and around her muzzle, then pull snug. Snug enough that Tulani can't open her mouth anymore! "And now you get to experience what it is like to be like Pierce," Nicolani purrs softly into her left ear. "But don't worry, I probably won't give you a nose ring..."
"Mrrsfhg! Gharf krmble!" Tulani complains, and tries to tickle her unseen tormentor with her wings!
"Now now, am I going to have to bind those wings of yours?" Nicolani tuts as she dodges the wings and comes around to tap Tulani's nose. "Keep that up and I will pierce this. Behave and I promise you'll enjoy it."
The Sphynx growls and stop fidgeting for now. Someone's going to be making this up to me later, oh yes, says the expression on her face.
"Good kitty," Nicolani says and pats Tulani's cheek as if she were a little girl. "Now, hold still. You are in prime tickling position, after all," she warns. Without further ado, Nicolani starts gently undressing Tulani. True to her word, it's not unpleasant. She's actually quite gentle. Her hands are also rather exploring as she feels and massages all over Tulani's body as her current clothing is stripped away.
For Tulani, being undressed by what feels like her own disembodied hands is a bit disturbing. But she doesn't try to complain. After all, nothing bad has happened yet.
Just as Tulani thinks that, she feels Nicolani nurse on her for a few seconds ... on both sides. "Now hold still, I need to shave a small bit so the shields stick..." the other sphynx warns once the nursing stops.
Shaving? Tulani really tries to stand perfectly still, ignoring the aftereffects of the nursing (although now she feels cold there).
Yes, shaving. Tulani can feel the edge of a small razor gently trace around each of the rather pert parts of her body. Soon that area feels a bit colder. A few moments later they feel tacky as two discs are pressed over the chilled skin. "Comfy?" Nicolani asks, right before she kisses Tulani on the lips. Now that has to feel a bit strange; kissing yourself.
"Pfffff," is all Tulani can manage in reply. Now she's really worried: what sort of outfit requires the shields? One that she'd be spilling out of a lot?
The kiss continues as her clone feels her up again. What makes it worse is Nicolani is purring. "I could shave all sorts of neat patterns into your fur, you know. What do you think about that idea?" she asks once she finally lets go.
"Bbbb sknn," Tulani tries to say.
"What was that? You want me to?" Nicolani asks. "Well, you know I always do what you want me to..."
The Sphynx shakes her head back and forth vigorously!
"Are you sure? I have a very steady hand," Nicolani says ... and demonstrates by running a finger from just below Tulani's navel up to just below Tulani's chest.
Tulani squirms on the end of her tether, and snorts through her nose. Maybe tickling someone who can't laugh is dangerous?
"Piffle," Nicolani complains and withdraws her hand. Tulani is then left in silence for several minutes. "I'm baaaack," Nicolani soon whispers in her left ear, though. "Time to dress you..."
Thank goodness, the Sphynx thinks, grateful that else has been clipped onto her anatomy so far.
No, but what is draped over her shoulders sure feels odd. It has some weight to it and seems very smooth. Nicolani comes around in front of her and draws the two halves in an X across Tulani's chest, preserving her modesty. The ends are then brought back around under her wings, and tied off. She can feel her mid-back and stomach are fully exposed. "Hm. I could pierce your navel," Nicolani offers as she is now fitting something around Tulani's waist. Its weight and feel are similar to what covers her chest now.
The Sphynx wonders what the material is, of course. Zolk? It feels like a wrap dress, but so far there isn't much to it. Tulani flashes back to the jewelry shopping trip in Abu Dhabi and the belly-button gems..
Several more layers are draped around her waist over the next couple of minutes. Then the Sphynx feels earrings being clipped to her ears. No piercing of anything, thankfully. "Are you sure you don't want a nose ring?" Nicolani asks when her hands draw away from Tulani's ears.
Tulani nods her head, which lets her get a better feel for the weight of the earrings.
It feels like several clips lining each ear. With the way they swing, maybe teardrop gems? "Well, with you I think less is more. Do you want to see how you look?" Nicolani asks. "And oh, I could clip some gems to other more private areas if you want. It feels quite interesting when the little weights swing..."
The hybrid squeaks at the suggestion, and tries to rub the blindfold off against her upraised arms.
"Hold on," Nicolani says as she helps Tulani remove her blindfold. Light soon floods into her eyes, momentarily blinding the Sphynx! When her vision clears, she can see Nicolani standing behind her, with her arms lightly wrapped around Tulani's midsection and grinning toothily. She can see this because there is a full-sized mirror right in front of her. That's when she also finally sees herself. It looks like she's dressed in liquid-silver and ice white! Her upper body is mostly bare save for the criss-crossing of the silvery-white material covering her chest. It does leave her stomach and chest-scar on prominent display, though.
From her hips down to mid-calf she's wearing another set of layers of the shiny material. It is probably several dresses overlayed so that she doesn't expose anything unexpected. It's also when that cloth moves Tulanu can finally make it out; it looks like she's wearing a dress made of fine scales! "You see, I know how much you like being scaly, but you can't be scaly at the party ... so I found a dress that's close," Nicolani purrs in her be-clipped ears. The clips look like they're made of silver and three of them adorn each of Tulani's ears at equal spacing. From each hangs a small sapphire.
And of course Tulani can see why she can't talk; Nicolani has fitted her with a muzzle! It's black-leather with several buckles. "My favorite is the muzzle. You can't complain," the clone teases.
Eyes wide, Tulani tries to twist a bit to check out the ensemble from the side.. and to see if the skirts are low enough that she can safely fly without exposing herself. She smiles under the muzzle. Damn I'm sexy! I hope this suitable for formal Babelite fashion..
The dresses are definitely long enough to prevent her from exposing herself. "Hm. Maybe I should leave you hanging there until the party," Nicolani suggests and taps her chin as if considering it.
The chills a few degrees at the suggestion, and Tulani gives her 'sister' an icy glance.
"I bet the captain would like the muzzle too..." Nicolani teases and tickles the tip of Tulani's nose.
Tulani shakes her head slowly and grins.
"Oooh, he likes you to lick him, eh?" Nicolani asks as she leans in, grinning.
"Mmmff!" Tulani complains, and looks down at the muzzle with both eyes to try and get her point across.
"What? You like it when I'm silenced," Nicolani points out, but does finally unbuckle the muzzle and ease it off of Tulani.
"Finally!" Tulani says. "And that's not fair: Pierce can still talk using his hands. But, this is a nice outfit. I don't see why you had to tie me up for it though. Now I'll expect some quality dragontime after the party you know.."
"I might be busy after the party," Nicolani points out as she unties Tulani's hands too. "As for why, because it was more fun this way."
Rubbing her wrists, Tulani eyes Nicolani and asks, "Where did you find the leather stuff? I may need to borrow that.."
"For what? I found it in the section for the weirder fetishes," Nicolani notes and thumps towards the far end of the rack. "This is the tamer stuff, too."
"Well, for.. in case I need to interrogate somebody," Tulani claims, looking innocent.
Nicolani laughs. "So, mad at me?" she asks as she flutters her eyelashes. "I really considered giving you one piercing, like how you forced me to have done as Pierce."
"No, but be glad I'm not trying to feel you up to see what I really feel like," Tulani notes, and sticks out her tongue.
"Go right ahead," Nicolani purrs at Tulani.
"Otherwise, I should probably go get ready, or something. And make sure I won't feel randy at the party," Nicolani adds.
"Oh yeah, the Tail will be rampaging otherwise," Tulani teases. "Poor Orca. He won't know what to do with you."
"I met Inala's demon as Nicky. Ouch," Nicolani admits. "He was looking for the Shrine Maiden, though."
"So, Nicky met her match?" Tulani asks, less amused sounding now. "How bad was it?"
"Painful, but I suppose it will help keep Nicky from not feeling turned on. I'm actually wondering if Nicky ought to go to him one more time before the party, to be sure Nicky won't be in the mood," Nicolani says and shrugs.
"Mainly he's big and rough," Nicolani explains, leaving out the gorier details.
"The guardian monsters don't really seem to suit the natures of their goddesses that well," Tulani notes with a wince. "I hope you'll still be able to dance at least."
"I should be fine. So, think I should send Nicky to him to be safe and make sure Nicky won't be in the mood?" Nicolani asks as she starts unbuckling her own odd attire and removing it.
"That's a rather extreme solution," Tulani notes, and helps unbuckle all the straps. "From what I remember of your outfit, it'll be pretty hard to not be chaste in it, since it attaches to your rings and studs. I'm sure you'll find some way to keep Orca happy though.."
"My mouth still works, true," Nicolani notes and grins. "I will need to send the shrine maiden to the demon, though. It seems like something does need to be done with him and her."
"Well.. maybe just because it's involving Inala," Tulani notes, setting a belt aside. "Even as Snowcora, you shouldn't let the monster have its way - you have to tame it, or whatever, don't you?"
"Probably, but Snowcora does like tough big guys, you know," Nicolani notes, then laughs as she sheds the last of the leather outfit. "I'll go put this back where I found it..."
The sun is already setting over Mt. Inala, putting the Yodhinala cemetery into twilight. This suits Snowcora just fine, however, since the light does not agree with her much.
"This will be ... I'm not sure what. I'm ready, I think, to behave as a Yodhinala altar for him. I think. Maybe? Or maybe he'll want to talk, Snowcora thinks as she makes her way through the cemetary towards the far end, and that old underground shrine with all the flowers around the outside. All she wears is a light cloak, and even that she sheds as she gets closer to the shrine.
The shrine cave can't be that deep, really. Not enough for a supernatural monster to built up enough steam to charge out of. But then, he's probably running through the supernatural part of the tunnel. The real question to think about is: is there a supernatural aspect to Snowcora's tunnel? Because otherwise this may not go any better than the last time with Nicky..
Snowcora bites her lower lip as she approaches the cave. She full-well knows this may hurt really bad, but she needs to know what was needed of the maiden. Now that she approaches the entrance, she lightly rubs the jewel below her navel to 'excite' the power of Inala, and that she directs into the lure she learned from Snow...
The response is swift! Rugharo charges out again.. and falls to his hands and knees before Snowcora, gently nosing at the glowing orb. "Shrine Maiden.." he rumbles. "Maiden who is the Shrine."
Snowcora blinks! This is very different than the last time, to be sure. She actually reaches down and pets over the demon's head gently. Her hand even traces over the ring in his nose, then her other the one in her own. "Hello, Rugharo," she murmurs to him.
The demon starts licking Snowcora, with a very broad tongue. He's actually trying to give her a bath, it seems.
Snowcora laughs and squirms a bit. "That tickles," she says. "Now, I hear you were looking for me. How may I be of service to Inala's Demon?"
"I must give myself to you," Rugharo claims. "Only you can satisfy me and quell my rage."
"Then I will try to satisfy you," Snowcora says as she now kneels before him on her hands and knees. "All of my body is yours to use, if it will help you satiate yourself. Shall I try to pleasure you?"
The demon scoops up Snowcora in reply, and carries her inside the shrine-cave. There's a small altar in it, which he sits the woman down on.
"You're very gentle," Snowcora notes as she's settled down upon the altar. "Handsome too. The ring in your nose is quite attractive and fitting," she claims.
The monster blushes for a moment, and then goes back to licking Snowcora - especially the blue gem between her navel and altar.
Snowcora leans back for the moment, using her hands to balance herself. If he wants to lick, she'll let him. It doesn't hurt that it does feel rather nice.
He doesn't seem to let up. The orb glows brighter and brighter, and Snowcora is flashing back to when the does did that during her last Mordecai encounter.
Snowcora's head leans back now, her dazed eyes looking towards the ceiling and her jaw slack. Those are some good memories; being in Mordecai's arms. Felling him with her, then in her. "Good boy," she murmurs to Rugharo.
Once the proper level of 'blessing' is achieved, Snowcora is laid back on the alter and doesn't have any problem accepting Rugharo. The demon isn't rough at all, and continues to lick the Shrine Maiden's torso as he works. Still, it's a very unique feeling, which also brings up memories of being the unicorn mare for Hortense.
The sounds Snowcora makes are far different than those Nicky made, that's for sure. "You're a big, good, boy," she murmurs encouragingly. Her hands continue to pet along his head, and at points her fingers trace along his horns lightly. "I could bed you often." And ah, the memories of the unicorn. That was ... strange; and yet when the Rhain came to her, it still managed to feel very good, pushing her to the edge of that body's limits.
The blessing is in full effect, which helps. She's Inala's Shrine Maiden, Rugharo is her Holy Beast, and they're on Mt. Inala as well. It's almost too intense, but Rugharo's less than sweet breath helps to keep Snowcora grounded a bit. And the nursing, since those big square teeth are not particularly delicate..
"I can go on my hands and knees if it would be easier for you," Snowcora offers softly; perhaps to help spare her chest from the nibbling, too. Still, she's thankful for the moments of discomfort because it keeps her from going /too/ far into pleasure. "/I bet you're watching, Inala," she thinks at one point.
At the suggestion, Rugharo stops and considers. A moment later Snowcora is bent over the altar, and the demon is really charging ahead now! At least he uses his hands to protect Snowcora's sensitive parts from rubbing against the stone top.
At least he's not nibbling now! This makes it easier for the shrine maiden. She's not a passive participant, either; she's pressing back against him and her noises are rather ... encouraging. She's obviously enjoying it very much! "I have to admit, Inala; it does feel very good. You've taught me to really enjoy the pleasures of being a woman," Snowcora thinks in a moment of lucidity, and perhaps too much honesty. "And the pleasures of feeling the fountain release its gifts to me. There are times I even wish you would gift me with child."
With a terrifyingly loud GRONK! Rugharo shudders and releases - probably for the first time ever, if he's been waiting for a Shrine Maiden all along. He stops and.. lovingly.. starts to eat Snowcora's hair. Or at least chew on it.
And Snowcora's own cry of satisfaction follows his! She can feel his final release within her ... and to the Shrine Maiden it feels divine. So much that she can only lay there and collect herself while he starts to chew on her hair. Finally, she laughs, reaching back and trying to protect her head. "Okay, please do not eat my hair," she asks of him. "But you can stay in me for as long as you want."
"I will serve you," Rugharo promises, after the last strands of multi-colored hair are free from his teeth. "My strength is yours."
"I hope your service involves this regularly," Snowcora teases and even wiggles around beneath him. "And I welcome your service and your strength. Thank you."
"Is there anything I can bear for you?" the monster asks, and starts licking again. This time it's Snowcora's shoulder. Which given the tattoos, means Rugharo is licking one of the marks of Sunala.
"Help me bear a child?" Snowcora teases, giggling. "But right now, I cannot think what you could bear for me. What are your abilities?"
"I can carry a lot!" Rugharo claims. "I am the strongest of the Seven! I can drink a river dry, devour a field of crops, and defecate a mountain of manure!"
I do not think I have need of any of those skills right now," Snowcora admits, clearly relaxed, even though she's bent over the altar. "But, I may in the future, as may the Sabbaoth to come."
"What do you require of me in order to keep you in my service?" Snowcora asks.
"You may call on me in your need," Rugharo claims. "I will serve the Sabaoth for your sake. You have already earned my eternal service, of course.. but more of this, from time to time, would let me know I am appreciated. I am glad that I did not have to try and kill you."
"Of course I will give this from time to time. It feels divine to mee too. You are welcome to try the, ah, other, entry, if you wish, too. I am curious if Inala's blessing will make it also ... enjoyable," Snowcora tells the demon, for whatever reason is best known to her. She shrugs slightly, then reaches back to pet whatever part of his head she can reach. "I am also glad you did not have to try to kill me."
"I must recover I think," Rugharo notes, sounding uncertain. "This has never happened before.."
"I could try to recharge you with my gem," Snowcora offers, then laughs. "But if you prefer to rest, that is fine. I am glad to have been of service, and to have earned your service. "I am sure your Mistress is as well. I hope to speak to her soon."
"Give her my love," Rugharo says, and then promply falls asleep on top of Snowcora's back.
"Typical guy," Snowcora thinks as she tries to roll him off gently and, well, unimpale herself from him.
It helps that the monster just fades out, which feels very weird for the parts that were inside Snowcora.
"Well, that went a lot better, and felt really good to boot," Snowcora says as she gets to her feet and 'dusts' herself off. It's during this she also looks at her completely tattooed body. "I have become such a mess," she says with a small sigh, "Full of metal, ink, and desires." The human then shrugs a bit. "But if I'm enjoying it, can it really be all bad? I adore this frail body, I really do. And ... I think I adore being a shrine maiden!" she admits to the now empty room. As she heads for the exit, she says, "Thank you, Inala." And with that, she leaves the shrine.