Bunnies. Lapi were few and far between while growing up in Sylvania as a Gypsy. And the experiences with them in Rephidim and Babel can't be considered typical, otherwise society would just collapse in the presence of the puff-tails. For all her single-mindedness, Honey is nice, in small doses though.. but it's a bit different when Pierce wakes up to singing and finds himself surrounded by does.
They are familiar ones, at least, belonging to Hortense's harem. "Wow, Jacoba was right - if you pray hard enough to Inala it works..." one says, while another notes, "This one isn't a bat or a buck though, it's a spotty." "But the jewelry is in all the right places!" another argues.
Pierce blinks a lot. "Okay, I must be dreaming. I knew the booze in that place was higher in alcohol than advertised!" the savanite thinks, then rubs the back of his neck. Since he cannot speak, he just signs, "Hello?"
"Do you know what that means?" the first doe asks around, while the others shrug. "If this is the male Inala form, maybe he doesn't need to talk! Guys talk too much anyway," another points out. "That's silly! He must have some special gift to make up for it."
"It means.. uh.. 'how can I be of service' I think," the gray doe suggests.
Pierce rubs his forehead, then shakes it to indicate no. He sighs, too. "Does anyone know sign at all here?" he signs. He also tries to scratch it on the floor for them to read.
The stone barely gives way to the claw. "That was.. uh.. 'can I use the toilet' or something," gray-doe claims, while the others crowd in to see what's being scratched out. "That isn't what that means," the lead doe (call her Speckles because she's white with brown spots) points out after reading the scratchings. "I wasn't expecting someone who couldn't speak! But.. we prayed for someone to help us prank Hortense.. so.. he must be able to do it! He was able to turn into a buck before, remember? And Hortense is a Khatta.."
"Prank Hortense? Oh God. That is an act of doom!" poor Pierce thinks as he starts to get an inkling of some sort of bad idea these does have come up with. He taps his foot and looks at them expectantly to fill him in on what they're thinking.
Speckles seems better at dealing with feline body language. "Oh, it's Hortense's birthday. So we have to do something to.. uh.. for her," she explains. "Do you have any special tricks we could use?"
Pierce thinks about this. So, he grabs one of the nearby does and suckles her for a few seconds to make her chest all nice an leaky. The cat then lets her go, takes a step back, and makes a 'tada'! sort of pose, complete with arms spread and goofy grin.
"What was.. oh look!" Soon the 'blessed' doe is being squeezed and rubbed to make sure it really is milk. "Can you do that for anyone?" Speckles asks with a grin.
"Anyone except a guy," Pierce signs, then shrugs.
"I mean, will it work on a Khatta woman?" Speckles asks, figuring the shrug to mean 'be more specific'.
Pierce nods. Worked on Tulani, after all.
Speckles points to the now lactating doe and one other, saying, "Stay here with him, the rest of us are going to get Hortense. She should be pretty deep in her cups by now!"
Pierce rubs his forehead again. "This will not go well. Nothing will go well with her. Drunk cat .... bad situation," he thinks grimly. He also signs to the doe near him and notes, "This is a bad idea." Not that they'll understand him, but hey.
The 'dry' one points to herself, and asks, "You want to practice it on me next?" And so she offers up her fluffy chest.
Pierce shrugs. Given he's stuck here for the time being, he may as well have his last meal before the execution. And knowing Hortense, there will be an execution. So, he dips the doe back ... and nurses!
The other one gets a little agitated, since Pierce is taking more time with her cohort. So she tries to distract him by dancing, which involves a lot of booty-shaking it seems. "I like that you're quiet," the one being tended to notes.
Pierce continues for a bit, then alternates back to the other one! Mad women are bad, he knows this well. The comment that he's quiet is ... he's not sure how to take it! Do they all think of guys as mere playtoys?
Given that they work for Hortense, it's possible that their used to men being much more vocal. There are other sounds coming from the passageway to the sewers though. "Dunlemme trip.." is one slurred phrase.
Pierce's ears splay out. "Danger, danger, drunk cat on the premises!" the savanite thinks as he quickly lets go. Maybe if he ran for the door...
Too late, as a familiar form is led (well, carried by a doe under each shoulder) into the chamber. Hortense is wearing her usual leather-strap ensemble, but is also blindfolded. And not in any ordinary blindfold, since it covers her whole face a scalp save for her muzzle. The rest of the does are behind her, carrying the pieces to the mobile restraint system that Nicora is very familiar with.
"Oh good grief! Well, at least they won't know it is me, so I am safe," Pierce thinks. Not that they would know anyway, but hey. Are they actually going to put her on that, he has to wonder. She will get revenge later.
Hortense is brought up to the dais, and flops down onto her rear with a laugh after the does stop supporting her. Speckles winks at Pierce and points to the leather belts (so many buckles!) confining the feline's breasts. Her compatriots are quickly assembling the restraint frame nearby.
"Those of us who are about to die..." Pierce thinks as he goes over to Hortense and sits down beside her. He has to eye the buckles for a bit ... including looking at them upside down, before he figures out how to start undoing them. He also keeps a sharp eye out for an oncoming slap or kick!
"Oh ho, whash thish?" Hortense chortles. "I know you girlsh, it'll be a Rhian.. or a Garter.."
Pierce pokes her right in the nose, then goes back to working on the buckles. That will give her something to think about. "I must be cursed," he thinks.
By the time the belts are loosed, the restraint frame is nearly done. And Hortense really does keep those belts tight!
And once the belts are gone ... poor Hortense gets felt up by feline hands! All sorts of massaging, squeezing, and tweaking. He realizes he doesn't even know if she has decorations there like he does. Now he's curious. Bad cat trait, that.
Yes, there are nipple rings.. rather large ones, really. Hortense laughs maniacally through the fondling too, spitting out various names she tries to guess who she's with. Not all of them belong to men, either!
Pierce is impressed. He explores those a bit, then imagines himself with larger ones. Would hurt to put in, though. After a bit more fondling ... well, then it moves on to nursing on her! He also listens for any names, such as Nicora! The one name Hortense knows of the various forms.
"Hahaha.. hey.." Hortense goes, once the suckling commences. "That's a kitty tongue.." she slurs. And then the does are upon her, using much of the woman's own costume to lash her to the frame so she can't escape.
Pierce steps back and lets the does work. He also eyes the door again. He could make a run for it now...
Leaving the dais has always been a bit of an issue during past visits. But it doesn't take long before the does have Hortense restrained and stretched out. They also put a muzzle on her! Speckles is soon tugging on Pierce's tail, while several does hurry back down the passageway.
Pierce looks at the doe. "What?" he signs, then gestures towards Hortense quesitoningly.
Speckles makes a sucky-mouth face, unwilling to say out loud that she wants Pierce to keep working on Hortense.
Pierce chuckles and heads over to Hortense. Before he does anything else ... he tickles her. A lot. Every place that is exposed, really. Perhaps he does want a small bit of revenge. And once she's squealing around her own toy, he resumes suckling on her.
The Khatta turns out to be very ticklish, but can only shimmy and squirm as much as the straps allow. And while Pierce continues to work, the does are also busy removing the last of the 'unnecessary' belts from their boss, leaving just the ones on her limbs that attached to the frame itself.
When the nursing 'kicks in' the feline goes still in shock.. but purrs loudly.
"I guess at least it isn't me! Watch that change," Pierce thinks grimly as he continues onward! And alternatingly! He's not about to let either of Hortense's chest peaks to get ignored for long. At least she isn't like Nicora, which would be exhausting to do this to.
One of those does gets busy.. well.. warming Hortense up down below. The intent becomes a bit clearer when another tries doing the same to Pierce.
Pierce dances about a bit! "Hey now!" he thinks as he tries to work ... working is hard when he is being nursed on too!
Once the milk is flowing from both founts, there is more noise from the passageway. The other does have returned.. and of course they've brought Hortense's milking machine along. There is likely a good deal of 'turnabout' in this particular birthday prank.
Pierce barks a laugh at spotting that machine! So, he backs up to let the does get to work. "If she sobers up, we're all dead," he still thinks, though.
The frame has several axes that can be worked, and so Hortense gets flipped to be face down as they hook up the suction cups. This is also when Freckles holds up Hortense's tail, and points to her warmed up bits, giving Pierce a 'go on, dive in' look that requires lots of eyebrow waggling and chin-pointing.
And Pierce siddles on up to the warmed up spot! And he starts with ... well, it invokes a lot of licking. Rough tongue, lots of stimulation and all that. Until she's squealing he isn't switching to the other way. Testing to see how high her pride it, perhaps.
There's a lot of squirming and squeaking happening, but with the muzzle in place and the pump being cranked it's hard to tell from the merely physical signs what her mood is. Her scent is something else, along with telltale moistness. Being a Savanite makes Pierce immune to the effects of the pheromones at least - but being a feline makes him notice them. Tulani never put out this sort of stink! But then she's half bird, and birds have terrible senses of smell in general.
Smug and satisfied Hortense is quite properly frustrated ... be backs off. Then he waits a couple minutes. Feline evilness, it seems. Once that tie passes, he moves in quickly and Hortense finds herself quite impaled. Of course now she might suspect Mordecai given the augments ... but he's not bald. He is, however, enthusiastic.
And Hortense is.. tight. Either she does exercises, or generally prefers smaller partners (or the augmentations make a difference). The confusion is apparent in how she moves - at times skittish and uncertain, and at others.. well, fairly vigorous. Unlike the does, however, she doesn't seem to have any sort of technique - she's all over the place.
And Pierce drags it out. He knows how to move to keep himself in check and make her squirm. He isn't about to try to find his own pleasures until she has yours; that part was trained into him well. Plus, it helps just avoid the male urge to sleep afterward! And the savanite just drapes himself over her the entire time, purring right into her ears.
This also gets an odd, near-panic response from Hortense. She's certainly enjoying it all.. but also seems to running on fear as well. Is it the excitement of being restrained, maybe? She must have picked it up somewhere. It makes it clearer when she reaches her peaks at least, giving Pierce the clues he needs to keep her at maximum frustration.
And Pierce does everything he can to keep her there, right along with draggings claws all over her while he practically lies over her back. He even bites down on the nape of her neck now and then in actual mating gestures ... perhaps trying to suggest she's at actual pregnancy risk!
This may be the biggest aspect of fear-thrill for Hortense. And the does tend to help out too.. keeping up the tickling, or massaging breasts to keep the milk flowing better while one of them operates the pump-crank. She does tense up at random now.. but also tries to force herself over the edge when stuck on the plateau, even though she can barely move in the restraints.
This is when Pierce bites down on her nap again and holds on. His movement becomes fast and hard, making the frame shake! He also reaches around and under her so that his hand can also add to the torment by tormenting her own little Inala's orb. Having the various forms have taught him how to drive genders crazy, at least. He intends to make her dive off that cliff.
There's a sound of strained leather as Hortense fights against the muzzle, and the frame itself also groans from the combined stresses. But in the end, Hortense is powerless to control anything, even her climax. It hits her hard! One of the does gets alarmed though, and loosens the muzzle before Hortense might hurt her jaw. This also releases a blood-curdling yowl.. also something Tulani hasn't done yet. Maybe flying just requires better breath control..
And Pierce doesn't stop. That's his cue and he shifts so he finds release of frustration too! He doesn't yowl, though, but he does growl around the nap he still holds in his jaws when it comes. And it keeps coming for quite a bit given how long he was at this. But as Hortense trails off, he does finally slow himself down ... then releases her nap. Panting, the savanite draws himself off of her and to rest a bit.
"My turn!" comes another voice, and Jacoba is there to take over. There's a certain devilishness to the Buck's grin. Hortense really must be a less-than-perfect boss if this is how her employees treat her when they get the chance.
Speckles offers Pierce a damp towel.
Pierce steps back and gestures to the bound cat. He goes over to the side and just sits down to rest and relax ... and use the damp towel to clean up.
With the muzzle loosened, Hortense is a bit more vocal.. "Jac.. I know thasss you..." she warns.
The speckled doe starts to give Pierce a back rub, and nuzzles at his cheek. The does may have gotten a little worked up themselves from watching.
And Pierce makes all sorts of chirpy sounds just to mess with Hortense. The does get a small smile from him, though.
And gray-doe is back as well, nursing on Pierce. Maybe it's the implants, or she just really likes the flavor. Meanwhile, Jacoba is really going all out. He was never that.. furious.. with Nicora. He's also spanking Hortense.. sometimes with his hand, instead of his whole body. The feline is hissing and spitting but isn't making threats. The doe at the pump stops though, and goes to check the hoses and cups. It seems that Hortense has run dry already!
"Man, I made a lot more when that thing worked on me," Pierce thinks ... for all of the few seconds he can before he's very distracted by the does. He just lies back and .. lets them do what they want. It'll be a bit before they'll get any 'reward' that way, though!
The pump-doe comes over and tries to get Pierce's attention, but Speckles glares at her, and asks, "What is it?" "The milk stopped," pump-doe notes, and points to Pierce. "Should he recharge her or anything?" Speckles thinks about it, looking at Hortense. "Nah, just keep pumping at a quarter speed so she feels it.."
Pierce opens one eye and looks between them as they chat. He doesn't even know if he can recharge anyone ... but at least he doesn't have to find out. He just lets the nursing continue and he sighs. These does and Jacoba are in for it when she sobers up, though. At least he won't be here for that!
The nursing doesn't last forever.. at some point Pierce has a doe in his lap, although her muscle control is impressive enough that it still feels like he's being nursed on. Between that and the cuddle-massage from Speckles (and possibly one other, it's hard to keep track of all the hands) he misses Mordecai's arrival until the albino is on the dais. He's got a cake, which he sets down, and looks around, nodding his head in satisfaction. He then looks at Pierce, and raises one pierced eyebrow.
Pierce just lifts a spotted hand and waves it to the albino. Surely he won't figure it out ... and really Pierce just isn't thinking too much about it since there is a doe in his lap and ... well, it's growly and shivery time! The doe is quite, ah, skilled. And well, he wasn't trying to stop himself this time. "After all that, all Mordecai does is bring a cake..." he thinks in his haze of fun.
Well, more than cake it seems. When Jacoba is finished, Mordecai taps him out and takes over. "I've always wondered what you'd be like, Hortense," he whispers to her, causing the feline to shudder!
Pierce feels ... kind of jealous! Part of him wishes he were in that frame and all trussed up! That also causes the cat to smack the side of his head. He's seriously messed up to even think that and he knows it.
Mordecai is a lot more.. teasing. Especially with his teeth. Does Hortense have some secret dread of vampires? She gasps and cries whenever it seems like Mordecai is going to break her skin! Jacoba sits down next to Pierce, and looks him over. "I'm pretty sure I know who you are," he notes. "So.. I won't feel jealous about the attention you're getting."
"And who would that be?" Pierce signs to the buck in case he understands sign. Still, the buck might, and wouldn't entirely surprise him.
"The one who is sometimes a doe for me," Jacoba says, smiling. "The jewelry is a give-away," he admits, and reaches over to flick Pierce's nose-ring, just as lap-doe decides to really grind down.
Pierce smirks. "Maybe, maybe not," the feline claims in a sign before the doe is back to really, really distracting him! "But if I am, I'll be gone before she gets her revenge," he adds in a shakey sign in a moment of clarity.
"How would her revenge be any different than how she normally treats you?" Jacoba asks, as Hortense writhes and whimpers under Mordecai's tender attention. Lap-doe is also tugging on Pierce's cheeks in an attempt to pull his face into her chest, while Speckles only momentarily fights her.
"It isn't like I actually spend any time with her now," Pierce points out ... then finds his face into a pile of doe! So ... he nurses on her dutifully! Wow, these lapi have milking fetishes or something. Is everyone he knows completely crazy?
It may just be that Lapi like children, and so something that reminds them of that is welcome. Or else the crazy sex-slaves or whatever they are just like having a new kink (and why would they have that milking machine in the first place). Of course, the results get Jacoba's attention. He can't really 'play' with the does after all.. but this he might benefit from.
And so once the doe is really ... flowing, Pierce leans back and lets Jacoba just take over for him! "Crazy. I think they're all crazy. Yes. I mean who would willingly sell themselves to that cat all trussed up over there," the savanite thinks and glances back towards the vapire with his cat toy.
Finding the positions a bit awkward, Jacoba pulls the doe off of Pierce altogether.. and does more than just suckle off her! Pierce doesn't even feel a breeze before Speckles takes over though. "Lactating does don't ovulate," she explains to the cheetah.
Pierce smirks! Now he understands why they wanted it. They can then play with their bunny boyfriend. And so ... Pierce tries to work on Speckles too. Because, why not? It is better than having to listen to everything going on around him.
The noises are a bit distracting. The sound of the pump dies down though, as the doe working the crank gets tired. It doesn't seem like Hortense would even notice the suction at this point, giving the noises she's making. The other does are also losing interest in their boss, when it becomes clear what Pierce can do for them.. at least for a little while.
And so the savanite just focuses on teasing and suckling on bunny ... as well as being in bunny, for the time being. It is better than watching Hortense and Mordecai and even getting more jealous, at least. It is stupid to be jealous anyway; it isn't like any of the forms will ever be by this way again given what awaits in Babel. Fate is accepted in that respect.
The does are happy to share.. for now. Speckles gives up her spot to another doe.. and this keeps going. Although Jacoba had a head start with the gray one, he's still having to keep up with the queue. It's a distracting haze for Pierce, who often can't see what's going on due to bunny cleavage. But at least someone his rubbing his back again..
Pierce finally quits suckling long enough to look over his shoulder at who it is now. He doesn't even know their names, except for Jacoba. No doubt Hortense doesn't even let them have names. She's weird in that way.
The hand on his shoulder is bare of fur and white beneath the tattoos. Hortense is still hanging in the frame, panting.. but unattended at the moment.
Pierce smirks. "Mordecai is massaging his back. That is interesting. Must be giving Hortense a break," he thinks. He lifts a hand and signs, "They brought me here. I am not trying to intrude on your domain." No idea if he understands that at all, but still it had to be said.
"Oh, I know the real reason you're here," Mordecai whispers. "Because I'm hungry." And the fangs begin to nibble along Pierce's neck.
"Oh great, he's going to bite me! So much for no one figuring it out," Pierce thinks. Amused, though, he actually does tilt his head to the side, inviting the albino to bite should he truly want to do so. "Stop being excited by this, you pervy cat," he thinks to himself.
Mordecai teases.. or else is waiting for the right moment. That moment being orchestrated by the writhing doe in Pierce's lap.
So likely when Pierce gasps while the Doe squirms, the bite will come. If it does, well, the savanite will frizz out most assuredly, and look like a giant spotty puff.
The doe does something with her muscles, whether voluntary or involuntary, and things explode a bit from there. And of course the predicted bite and poofiness follow! For a moment at least, the cheetah is as fluffy as one of the bunnies.
And boy does he feel good for the moment as a release of relaxation follows from what the doe does and the bite. This makes the spotcat make ass sorts of purring and chirping noises, too. "Don't like it, don't like it, don't ...... ooooooooooh," Pierce ends up thinking, failing in his attempt to not like it.
The moment of post-bliss is disturbed slightly when Hortense complains, "Someone get me out of this thing now!"
"Oh crap! She's sober! Time for me to wake up now!" Pierce thinks in panic! If he wasn't poofed before...
"And bring me that cat.." Hortense growls. The does that aren't occupied are squeaking in panic now, and the one in Pierce's lap abandons him to get in line for Jacoba. "I'm not letting her out, you let her out!" "No way!" "Ask Mordecai to do it!" "Let's get her drunk again.." "Hey.. what kind of cake is that?"
"There is no cat here. None! None at all!" Pierce thinks. And if he can and the others let go ... he's going to slink for that doorway. Eek. Mad cats are very scary things.
"Oh my.. such havoc," Mordecai says, and then bites Pierce again.. a little harder this time.. enough to make him light-headed.. very light-headed. Things begin to swim..
"Why you mewling?" a very sleepy sounding Honey asks, as Pierce wakes up in her bed, with Fluffer just beyond her muttering in his sleep.
"Bad dream," Pierce signs as he lies there in the bed, breathing softly and recovering himself. "It is nothing," he adds in sign and curls back up. If Honey doesn't see it, well ... he can't tell her outside of sign.
Honey mutters something and goes back to sleep. Soon enough, Pierce is drifting off again too..
"Did you think you could get away that easily?" a feline voice purrs to Nicora, and a leather riding crop pokes at her shoulder.
"Sorry," Speckles says, as she wraps a strap around Nicora's wrist. "The rum-cake wasn't enough.."
"I don't know what you are talking about," Nicora claims as she sits up and rubs at her eyes. "And hello to you too," she adds, ears flicking about. It is when she rubs her chest and hits eight different teats the current shape dawns on her through her sleepy brain.
Hortense is still just wearing a few belts around her arms and legs, and her tail is lashing about as she looks down at Nicora. "I liked the milking bit.. but there wasn't enough to fill more than a cup! I expect you to do better."
"Oh she isn't going to try and put that horrible machine on me, is she?!?" Nicora thinks as she tries to pull her arms away from the does. Well, at least it isn't that weird fungus monster too that she birthed here some time back.
Most of the does are missing, along with Jacoba. Mordecai is absent as well, but there is a lot of noise coming from the passageway - something with a squeaky wheel is coming closer. "It's my birthday, so.. you want to give me something nice right?" Hortense asks, leaning closer until she's nose to nose with Nicora.
"Wait a few months and find out," Nicora counters and grins a little fangily to the feline. "Perhaps I did..." With the implication being ... maybe the feline did get ol Hortense knocked up.
"Hmph, I'm not sure if that would work.." Hortense says, picking up on the suggestion. "But I want something special this time. Not your milk, but.. his milk." Hortense points to the passageway dramatically.. where nothing happens, beyond the squeaky wheel sound stopping and a bunch of muttering about 'is it stuck?' and 'did you bring oil' from unfamiliar voices.
"His? His who? Males don't milk," Nicora remarks as she tries to sit up and just see how much the does have been trying to strap down. She also can't help but grin to herself a bit as Hortense's dramatic unveil ... falls flat.
The strap, so far, is just on her left wrist. They aren't trying to get her into the restraint frame (which probably needs some scrubbing at this point). Hortense growls loudly, and the squeaky sound starts again. The first thing to appear in the passage is.. the backside of a small Rhian. Probably the pony that Hortense sometimes uses. There is squawking too, hinting at a Vartan yet to be seen. The pony is pulling a small cart, which has a big barrel on it, nearly six feet tall and half as wide. It takes a while before it's all the way in, and still has to be moved over to the dais. "You should push," the Vartan complains from behind the barrel.
Nicora's bare brow arches at this. She looks at her left wrist, pondering the point ... then at the barrel. "What the heck is that and why?" she has to wonder. Surely they aren't going to put her in that thing? It is big enough, but... "Just what are you up to you diabolical khatta?" she inquires of Hortense, "You were enjoying what happened earlier after all." Perhaps the Eeee is trying to sound brave; hard to do when you're spear bald, green, tattooed, scarred, and full of jewelry. But ... she can see again, and has none of the other illnesses at least!
"A little game!" Hortense says as the barrel is slowly moved from the cart to the dais. The feline shoos the men away, and undoes some ropes holding down the lid.. one of them attached to it so she can drag it off. Once the top is exposed, the barrel rocks a little.. and familiar looking tentacles slithers out, followed by another, which Hortense takes hold of and strokes. "Oooo, good baby," she coos to it.
Nicora's eyes go wide! "You still have that thing!?" the bat says and immediately tries to leave the dais and get away from the barrel! The last time she was with one of those things ... it lead to a lot of gurgle gut!
"Is that any way to talk about your child?" Hortense says. The thickness of the tentacle would imply that the entire barrel is taken up by the body, most likely. It's grown quite a bit. "I call him Hydrangea. He's got a surprising ability. Come closer!"
Nicora eyes Hortense suspiciously, then bites her lip. "I have to be careful around those things," the bared Eeee remarks warily. Still, she's curious, so she does move a little bit closer to the barrel. "No tricks..."
More tentacles dangle down, and Hortense takes two of them and sticks the tips to her breasts, where they seem to go a bit liquid and spread out to cover them. "Just do what I do," she purrs to Nicora. There's enough lead in wrist strap to get over there at least.
Nicora eyes this for a bit. She has to admit, she is .. curious. So, in spite of this being a bad idea, Nicora reaches up and tries to guide two of the tentacles to her uppermost breasts. If nothing horrible happens, well, she has six more to go ... and will.
The tentacles 'spread out' like they did on Hortense. And with bare skin, it feels a bit clammy and cool. On Nicora, however, the spread is a bit further to cover all eight teats. Hortense takes a third tentacle, and waggles it at Nicora. "Now, you know where this one goes I hope?" she asks.
Nicora smirks and takes the tentacle from Hortense. She arches her bare brow as she brings that down to between her legs. Those she shuffles apart, then presses it right up against her vulva. In spite of the incredible bad idea this probably is given her history with these creatures and her 'vulnerability' to impregnation, she does this anyway. Nicora has become a true Babelite in this form. "I have a good idea," she notes.
The tentacles softens and then fills her, while Hortense takes the last tentacle and does the same to herself. Once all of the tentacles are firmly in place, both women are lifted up off of the ground by them before things begin to get wiggly. The movements of the tentacle-flesh is different. There's pushing and twisting and pulsing and throbbing and sucking.. all at once. But that just seems to be the surface of things at the start.
And Nicora ... she groans. "Okay, this feels amazing. How I have missed the feeling of being so full," the Eeee thinks and she shudders and squirms at the end of her 'stalk'. "And I didn't even fill the other hole.." The Eeee lets out a sigh, toes splaying and then curling about the stalk that holds her up. She even rocks herself a bit to move the creature about inside her. Granted some of the lust might be the fast Gorphat did leave her perpetually horny ... but some may just be the Eeee frankly enjoys it.
There's something strange as well. Sometimes.. Nicora feels like she has fur. Or a tail. When Hortense pinches her own behind it becomes clearer, as Nicora feels that too. Gradually, the sensations from both connected bodies begin to overlap.
"Fuuunky," Nicora burbles out. This means Hortense must feel the urges and desires that permeate her body as well. No matter ... she is enjoying this immensely. Oh how she is. The Eeee sometimes even purrs, but mostly it is pleased hisses and groans.
Feeling like one has, at the momnent, ten breasts and two gates of Inala and eight limbs - not counting tail or wings - is certainly novel.. but the way the pleasure bounces back and forth, it isn't clear if Hydrangea is making love to them or if they're all making love to each other. It isn't completely in the tentacles of the creature either: Hortense seems able to take control at times, especially when it comes to holding back and prolonging things.
"Okay, so I could get used to this," Nicora hisses out at one point, her head arched down and her ugly visage skewed up in a disturbing expression of utter pleasure. Her feet keep their firm grip and her body rolls and writhes like she is making love to the greatest thing in the universe. She is lost in it, the sensations, and the blurred perceptions. Risks be damned; she wants this; the feeling of fullness and pleasure.
"Mmmm, there are never enough tentacles to hook up everyone," Hortense laments through her purring. "Well.. six men in theory.. but so far we've only tried.. oooooo.. three and a woman.."
"And no side effects or risks?" Nicora groans out, shivering, "Not that ... right now I care. I would do this regardless." She licks over her lips with her green tongue.
"Being connected.. might be addictive to some," Hortense says, and seems to deliberately send a surge of pleasure bouncing towards Nicora. "The byproduct.. is very powerful though.."
"You ... " Nicora says only to stop to shiver and hiss as the pleasure rolls through her, and probably reflects in kind, "Have me very curious now."
"Well, if you can be the first to trigger our cascade, I may share some.." Hortense purrs tauntingly, and even squeezes her own covered breasts so that Nicora will feel it as well.
And that inspires Nicora! She uses her feet to grip the stalk and starts to actively ride it, sliding up, then pushing down so much that it almost hurts as she relishes all the sensations this causes deep within her. Her head rolls back, jaws open, and tongue drapes out the side of her mouth, a hideous sight to be sure but ... she squeaks and moans as her own hands come up and she starts playing with and massaging all down her chest, even if it will trigger milk production in earnest. Overall, she starts actively using the tentacle creature to pleasure herself in all ways she can imagine. "Come on my delightful creature," she thinks, "release, and release within me. I want your life fluid gifts. Please."
Hortense gasps. She's clearly not used being so full.. or having so many extra fun-buttons. Nicora can feel herself taking the lead, overwhelming Hortense with her sensations now, and still feeling them reflected back through the alien link.
Even though it may come back to bite her, she embraces all of Inala's gifts to her, riding out the perverse pleasure of this monster within her. She twists her own body about on the end of the stalk and continually tests the limits of how far she can sink herself down on her stalk. Her fingers tweak, pink, roll, and explore her chest and upper legs, to even massaging her parted Inala's gate.
Hydrangea responds by expanding and branching out inside of Nicora, filling her with a dozen exploring fingers. This put Hortense a bit over the edge - where it's from the same thing happening to her or just from Nicora's sensorium - but since the Eeee is 'in charge' right now, Hortense can't climax before Nicora does!
And this only makes Nicora shudder even more. The squirming in her gut, the weight, how the Eeee has missed that sensation and those fingers bring it all back in its exquisite glory. Her jaws clench and she growls, groans, hisses, and squirms. She pushes harder and harder, to the edges of pain and a bit beyond as she takes the tentacle creature so fully. Her hands massage and squeeze as her chest rows, she inhales, shivers, then reaches down and massages her pierced Inala's orb directly. This causes her to cry out and throw her head back as pleasure hits her hard and she bears down as tight as her body allows on its wonderful intruder. "Yes, yes, yes, need this so much," is all the Eeee can think as she rides over her cliff of Inala-blessed pleasure. "How I missed this."
The burst of release echoes. It hits Hortense and triggers her's almost simultaneously, amplifying the overall shared climax. The cat even cries out at the same time, or rather yowls at the same time. The barrel shudders as well. Instead of adding it's own fluids though, Hydrangea seems to drain away some Nicora's - like a pleasure vampire. Nicora is only vaguely aware of activity going on below her, as Speckles rushes up and does something with the barrel.
Nicora thinks at one moment, "No, no, no, in, not out! But that thought lasts mere seconds as she is lost in the throes of the amazing echo of ecstasy. "Goddess Inala, thank you so much for making this possible for me," she prays to the Goddess during the explosions and blurring of her pleasured existence.
Slowly, Nicora and Hortense 'separate' into their own bodies again, and begin to be lowered. Nicora feels completely limp after it seemed like ever muscle was being stimulated. On the way down she sees Speckles operating a tap on the side of the barrel, where a few drops of liquid are falling into a tiny vial.
"Wow," Nicora gasps out as she comes down like a completely limp noodle, That was incredible." While she lets her body recover, she watches this fluid extraction curiously. "What is that?" she asks.
The tentacles withdraw, and Hortense struggles to sit up. "The milk," she says. "A distillation of what we have experienced. Very valuable to those who deal in love potions."
Nicora complains a bit and holds on to that tentacle buried within her. It actually takes a bit for the creature to win and pull itself out of her finally. She grumbles when it leaves, but then returns her attention to the vial. "It isn't very much. Doesn't look like much to share," she admits.
"It is very concentrated," Hortense notes. "Too much causes a state of perpetual arousal and need that lasts some time, as we found out by accident."
Nicora snorts softly. "I know what that is like," she has to admit.
"You did well," Hortense admits. "I have never experienced things that way before. You have.. interesting desires."
"I gave birth to this, didn't I?" Nicora points out with a smirk. "As horrifying as it was, it was also still an amazing experience to be pregnant with them."
The tentacles finish retracting into the barrel, and the pony and Vartan reattach the top. "Sure has a way of making a guy feel inadequate though," the Vartan mutters.
"I'll ride you anytime," the Yodhgorphat says quite bluntly to the vartan.
The Vartan's eyeridges go up, and he looks Nicora up and down, as if uncertain. The furlessness makes her look more fragile than she is, after all.
Nicora smirks even further. "Or suckle," she offers, completely unashamed.
"You'll get your turn," Speckles notes to the Vartan. "We want to see if we can hook up five does to you with this!"
The Vartan's feathers poof out a bit, as if the bird is actually embarrassed despite having stood through what just happened. "I keep that in mind!" he squawks. The pony just looks wistful though.. probably thinking about a certain unicorn mare.
Hortense pats the side of the barrel as the men load it back onto the cart and start pushing-pulling it back to wherever its kept.
Nicora wobbles, then pushes herself back to her feet. "You too," she offers the pony. "I know I'm not exactly a member here, but I do visit from time to time," she notes, licking her lips. The bald Eeee is far from attractive, though, she still has that scar covering the top of her head, even if her other inflictions have all been removed. She doesn't even leave a slime trail anymore.
Speckles hands the vial over to Hortense, who holds it up to light from the crystal chandelier-formation and swishes it around a bit. "A very fine birthday present," she purrs. "For my private collection of course."
"Glad to be of help," Nicora says with a scary grin. "I have to say it was fun for me too."
"The quality varies depending on the intensity and number of participants to be.. milked.. by Hydrangea," Hortense admits. "But I'm sure this is top-tier, coming from one of Inala's favorites. Or is it Gorphat? The elixir could go either way, really."
"Both like me. Gorphat may be angry with what happened here and may punish me, but ... it was still worth it. It was an exquisite experience," the Yodhgorphat notes. "As horrible as Gorphat can seem ... I am honored to be taken as her daughter and I serve her utterly, in body and soul. I have her my flesh when I passed her tests."
"Inala can be terrible too, just in different ways, can she not?" Hortense asks with a purr as she rubs up against Nicora's side. "I can't claim to know a lot about your gods though. My harem seems to have learned the proper prayers to summon you at least, however."
"She can, yes. They all can in different ways. As for prayer, I didn't know I could be summoned through prayer," Nicora admits, "Though while I am here I should also likely tend to Mordecai as well, lest he feel ... left out."
"I'll have the girls dig him up," Hortense says. "He went and hid from me for some reason," she adds with a slight hiss and narrowing of her eyes. The other does are still taking apart the restraint frame, but the milking machine has already vanished.
Nicora actually walks right up to Hortense, hooks her hand behind her head, then kisses her. "Some days I wish I were one of yours," the Eeee admits up close. "I never know what to expect around you and it scares me." She grins and waggles her bare brow.
"Well, there've been plenty of surprises and scares today," Hortense notes, taking the kiss in stride. "But then, it is my birthday! It's only right that gods and goddesses celebrate it with me, isn't it?"
Nicora laughs and pats her cheek. "Just so. Now, when are you going to join Mordecai and I in being completely without fur?" the Eeee inquires deviously.
"Of course not," Hortense says. "My outfit would chafe then, and that is just unacceptable. Plus, have you seen a bare Khatta before?"
"It cannot look any worse than a bare Eeee," Nicora points out, crossing her arms before her. This has the effect of pushing her upper two rows of breasts up a bit, which naturally causes them to dribble a little green milk.
"You don't have a tail," Hortense points out, and uses a finger to flick up the bit of milk.
"I do so," Nicora reminds and shows the dragon-tail that hangs from her backside.
"That thing is not a proper tail," Hortense claims. "It's got scales, and is thick, and can make faces. It is also too short."
"I can also put it inside myself to find pleasure," Nicora notes, grinning. "But it is a fair point."
"Eeee are more attractive than Khatta with their fur gone," Mordecai notes from the passageway, where he leans against the edge of the wall. "Fluffy sorts look far worse in that state."
Nicora turns around and bows deeply. "My Lord and Master," the Eeee says respectfully to the albino.
"I like that pose," Mordecai says as he approaches the dais. "Can you hold it for long?"
"I can try, my Master," Nicora offers, "Or I can kneel and tend to your needs through tongue and jaw. Whatever you wish."
"I won't be outdone by a plant, not that you are.. firmed back up a bit," the vampire notes, coming behind Nicora and taking her by the hips. Hortense 'helps' by holding Nicora's tail out of the way.. and rubbing it.
"Did I not still please you as I was?" Ncora asks before a shiver and a lick of her lips. The touch on her tail ... and knowing what is to come. Even if Gorphat's blessing of perpetual arousal was not still upon her she would be aroused right now. The albino Eeee just has a way of exciting her.
And without the 'looseness' she'd had before, Mordecai fits just right, especially with all of his implants meshing with the now internal ones of Nicora. There's also a lot of slapping, as this position presents the maximum amount of impact cushioning, and Mordecai is taking full advantage of that.
Nicora's expression resumes one of bliss. Why does he feel so good and right? Part of her chides her for liking it so much, but more and more of her just ... gives into it. She hisses, coos and murmurs things even she isn't quite clear on, though some may be praises to him, or promises. She pushes back against him when he pushes forward, being active in this joining.
It doesn't take a magic potion brewed from orgasms or whatever to reinforce this bond. To an observer it must look strange: two possibly diseased Eeee covered in colorful tattoos, looking like they must be related, and going at it like Lapi. Hortense standing there and stroking Nicora's tail just adds to the surrealness of it all, especially when the tail's head tries to nurse from her.
Disturbingly, there is sort of a bond between these two hairless Eeee. Nicora's modest, but multiple, chest wobbles and rolls beneath her as she remains bent over at her waist. Her hips roll as she pushes back, and her recovered internal muscles bear and clench down on Mordecai with firm, studded, embrace. She doesn't rush this; she has missed it. She wants to savor every minute and when his release comes, delight in the feeling of part of him becoming part of her once again. Beyond Inala's gate the waiting tunnel of Gorphat tingles ... and at times burns; a painful reminder to Nicora that no matter what she engages in, she still belongs to Gorphat. No please can come without intense pain ... but now Nicora accepts this as just another aspect of herself. Perhaps even part of her wants it, as the pain is a reminder of her bond to Gorphat, as well as the bond to those she shares her scarred body with. Either way ... the walls echo with her cries when the release comes!