The time alone with Mordecai has been energetic. But it's left Snowcora a little low on blood, which doesn't replenish itself like her milk does - although the albino vampire has had his fill of that as well. "I suppose we should move on to finding the best disguise for being captured by pirates," he notes as he sits up and leans over Snowcora, idling rubbing the gem below her navel. "Are you ready?" he asks.
Snowcora squeals! Rubbing that gem is like rubbing Inala's orb times a thousand! She ends up wiggling all about before she can even manage to gasp out, "Yes!"
"Alright then!" Mordecai says with a hint of glee. He lifts up Snowcora's semi-armored, semi-flayed right hand and licks the orb on that.. which causes the shadow to flow out and cover the woman! As usual, it's difficult to tell how much time is passing while cocooned, but it is peaceful at least.
Snowcora goes blurk?! This has never happened before! She isn't sure what happened! How can he possibly be controlling the shadow? Why does she feel like she needs a nap!? Okay, the last one is easy to answer, it is peaceful in here.
The sense of peace remains with her when the shadow withdraws, leaving her feeling like she's wrapped in warm, fluffy fur. Because she is. When the pain of insects and loose teeth doesn't come, however, she realizes this isn't Gorphat's doe! The fur is more light brown than green. A doe, but one only worn once, for a different infiltration: Butterscotch, the paper-trader from Rephidim that had to be rescued from Hastur Velkarno.
The doe blinkblinkblinks. "I remember her!" she squeaks as she pokes and feels all over herself. She wisely does not say anything about the other doe. "So, pretend to be a known trader ... I could see that might work," she concedes. "How did you even know about her?"
"I have no control over your form," Mordecai claims. "I believe it is Barada pulling the strings this time. I'm just in charge of running the tests," he adds, as a soft-furred hand taps on Buttercora's shoulder. "I'm the first test!" Jacoba whispers into her ear as the buck presses up behind her.
Buttercora's ears twitch and soon she's on her knees and has her butt in the air before she knows it! This also leaves her blinking. "Er, hello Jacoba!" she chirps, embarrassed by her own reaction to the touch of a buck.
"Don't be too eager, or I'll loose my touch!" the buck laughs, and turns the doe around to kiss her first! "Hey, I've seen this doe.. always wondered.." he says, before muttering into the side of Buttercora's neck.
Buttercora mmmphs! She's still a bit weirded out by the shift, but soon she's feeling up the buck from butt to the back of his neck and ears as he nuzzles into her neck. "Where have you seen this doe?" she asks.
"Women's Business Guild, with her mother," Jacoba notes, and starts wandering southward with his lips. "Heard that her father was killed by pirates on the way to Babel."
"Met her, rescued her," Buttercora notes as she shivers. "Nice woman, stronger than she looks."
When the buck suckles, it becomes clear that this form wasn't touched by Inala's blessings in that regard. Which might have been suspicious otherwise, since a nursing doe would be expected to have her children with her. The buck doesn't linger beyond getting things perky though, and is soon burying his muzzle in the doe's nethers to continue the warm-up.
No milk doesn't mean no enjoyment, such suckling makes her gasp and squirm, big toes splaying too! The nuzzling and licking lower later, though, makes her squeak and cry out as her body responds just like, well, a rabbit, and gets into the right mood. Also right lubrication and muskiness.
Jacoba manages to keep up his 'professional lover' act for a few more minutes, but the musk overwhelms him soon enough. The passionate rutting does keep the doe too distracted to really feel out what's going on around her though, beyond noting that several more people have arrived.
The doe hooks her legs around Jacoba's and helps him rut her! It feels really nice, and like all does, she's already probably ovulating ... but at least she cannot get pregnant normally! She also nibbles and licks on his ears, and even suckles on his nipples now and then!
For his part, the buck laughs a lot - after all, he doesn't get to be with a doe that isn't a shapeshifter, yet is surrounded by a gaggle of naked ones all the time. He's going to make the most of it! Which turns out to involve trying a lot of positions. Meanwhile, Mordecai can be overheard saying, "You're going to be pirates. I'm pretty sure Eeee and Vartans make up most of them.."
There's also doe suckling on tender buck parts, lots of ear grooming, and copious use of her rump as thrusting padding! Pirates? What is this about pirates? What are they going to do?
Eventually, the buck has to rest, but the nuzzling and cuddling is interrupted. "We've got stuff to do here, Jake," Hortense says. Jacoba grumbles but pulls away after a last kiss. With the buck out of the way, the doe can see Hortense, dressed in leather straps and holding a leash. The leash connects to a spiked leather collar, which is around the neck of a burly black Eeee. His hair has been cut and starched into a mohawk, but it is clearly Rikat. After his 'rescue' he was apparently claimed by the cat.
This makes the doe break out into a fit of giggles! She points at the Eeee and says, "That look is so you, Rikky!"
"Do I know you?" the Eeee says with a sneer, only to go squeak as Hortense swats him across his butt with her leather crop. "I did not give you permission to talk!" the cat notes. "Now act like a pirate and try to rape her convincingly? It's important to see for some reason. But don't hurt her or mess her up! She's a valuable hostage. Can you manage to hold all those thoughts at once, Reek?"
"Yes mistress," the big Eeee mutters contritely. He doesn't seem particularly aroused by the situation however.
"I know Alptraum," the doe notes as she peers at the mohawked Eeee. "Quite well, in fact."
"I'm not into little balls of fluff.." Rikat starts to protest, but then Hortense stuffs something up into him from behind. The bat's eyes go wide and wings flutter, but he's suddenly very aroused. "You're 'into' whatever or whomever I tell you," Hortense reminds him. And so 'Reek' pounces on the doe and pins her arms down.
The doe squeaks, then does the one thing that always encourages men to perform. She whispers, "I just bet Alptraum is better than you are in bed, too. He was mindblowing." Bring up a rival, of course!
"Grrrr!" Rikat growls, and starts thrusting roughly. Now, the other doe has had it much worse, and the condition Butterscotch was in when Alptraum and Tulani got hold of her showed just how brutal the pirates could be. Rikat is not a pirate, but he's strong. And can't really maintain his anger once he's started. Who knows what Hortense does to him, but he starts moving with the goal of getting off! And even for a big Eeee, he isn't more than Buttercora can handle, even without Inala's blessings (but without the warmup from Jacoba it might have been a lot harder).
The doe whines and bucks! She also tries to kick him off; lapi legs are strong after all and it is an instinct! Then she also does think about what happened to Butterscotch and similar could happen to her if she were captured. That thought is a bit sobering, and so soon she's actually fighting and trying to keep him out of her!
Rikat was not expecting the struggle, and it brings him to a confused halt - until Hortense starts whacking him with the crop again. "You. Are. A. Terrible. Actor!" she says, one word per whack, until Rikat tries to overpower the doe. But he can't seem to deal with her legs - she's too short for him to use his own feet to grab her with, so in desperation he tries to choke her with one hand.
Glurk! goes the doe! His reaction is at least honest, and makes her see a few stars. There's more struggling, though, until she starts to feel lightheaded, and thus the struggling ebbs off a bit.
Mordecai covers his face with a hand, while Hortense sighs loudly! "That is the most pathetic raping I've ever seen," the cat growls. "If you don't want her to kick, bite or scratch you.. turn her over you moron!"
"Oh.." Rikat says in realization. So while Buttercora is still a bit groggy, he rolls her onto her chest and knees.
"Blurroo?" babbles Butterscotch, as she ends up on her hands and knees before she's fully aware of it. Her heart-shaped butt is now quite on display, as is her feminine bits.
Rikat has a much easier time controlling her now. He's still not exactly rough though, as he's starting to really enjoy himself.. until Hortense yanks on his leash. "That's enough! You need to do this again so I'm forbidding you to finish. Now... bunny... how was that? Painful? If not, could you pretend it was? You must be a better actor than Reek.."
"Ow," the doe answers weakly. Her body starts to shake a little, and the reason becomes clear as her cheeks grow wet; the doe is crying. She also falls on her side and curls up, hugging her legs.
"Augh!" Rikat says, more at the act than the leash tug. Both stop him from finishing, at least. "I do not like..." he starts to protest, but gets a whack instead. He's pulled away, only for a new set of hands to grab the doe. The scaly, taloned hands of a Vartan. Unlike with Rikat, this triggers a primordial panic instinct in the doe. Hawks hunt rabbits, after all. Plus the Vartan is a lot bigger, and uses his wings to cast his shadow completely over the doe.
The doe squeaks and her hands and legs immediately start scrabbling at the floor as she tries to dart away! Her eyes are huge and for anyone with a good nose, she reeks of panic! There's no thought, other than she has to get away!
The big bird has a tight grip on her shoulders, but has trouble at the other end. The equine genital structure isn't exactly made for squeezing into smaller openings. Nikky could handle him, but Buttercora doesn't have divine blessing on her side for this. "Ain't gonna fit, not wi'out lube 'n spreaders," the Vartan squawks.
The words 'lube and spreaders' only makes the doe panic more as she thrashes about in his grip, trying to get away from him as she feels, well, pressure against her nethers from behind all due to the rather, girthy ... build of the vartan.
"Use the other end while I get things ready then," Hortense says. And so the doe is picked up and turned around to be face-to-face with the Vartan's ardor. "You meat eater now," he says. "Bite and I break you jaw. May end up doing that anyway! But gotta fin' out.."
The doe's eyes are wide as she starts at the virtual log near her face. The statement they would break her jaw if she bites makes her ears flick back hard and to the side. Her lips quiver, then she opens her mouth up wide and tries to, well, eat the Vartan's meat, without biting.
Given the size of Lapi teeth, and relative smallness of her mouth makes it a very delicate operation.. and jaw straining. And choking.
The doe's jaw hurts; muscles are definitely stretched to their limits. But slowly she starts to manage to swallow the vartan's bit, while gagging in spurts. There's also the unfortunate momentary spasms which does cause her to bite down a little; she cannot help that.
"Awrk!" the Vartan warns. Something is inserted into the other end of the doe though to make things even more tense. It's cold. And starts to spread things.
There's another brief bite when she feels penetrated by, well, cold. And if it isn't bad enough, it starts to open and things go from cold to ... uncomfortable. It'll likely get to painful, knowing Hortense. She then whimpers up at the Vartan and really tries to stop biting as she attempts to work his bits with her strained jaws and pinned tongue.
Hortense also starts rubbing the doe's orb of Inala, to generate some very mixed signals. "She's ready," the feline purrs, and sticks most of her hand into the doe to make sure.
The doe is actually grunting as things are stretched to yes, the point it is hurting! That gets reallly odd when the rubbing comes and makes her shiver and actually squeal with some delight; her hips even pushing back a bit and engulfing the cat's hand when she probes.
"Pulling out!" the Vartan announces.. and holds the doe's jaws open as he withdraws. Hortense, of course, is wiggling her fingers and cackling. "I got an idea for a puppet show.." she claims.
Buttercora gags and coughs once the vartan pulls free! Her jaw really hurts now and even once he lets go of it, it's painful to get it to close. Her hips are also now squirming around as she tries to pull herself off of Hortense' hand!
Hortense keeps teasing, until it's time for the Vartan to pick the doe up and turn her around. The cat is still involved though. Once the Vartan is inside, Hortense carefully removes the spreader. After that's gone, the Vartan is a lot better at playing a pirate that is more concerned with giving the prisoner a good pounding than a good time.
It's been a while for anyone to feel large to Buttercora, but the vartan feels immense. Her nethers are stretched tight around him and his movement mostly hurts, though her body is responding and trying to lubricate as best it can. Her jaws are clenched, her lips drawn back, and she's wincing ... as well as crying again. There's no pretending for this one as the vartan hurts!
"I'm marking this as a 'fail' for Vartans," Mordecai says. "Only the really sadistic ones would go to this much effort.. are either of you enjoying it?"
"Feel like one of Hortense's torture toys," the Vartan admits. "Go hard as I can, something gonna tear."
"I feel really, really, full, but I think I can handle it," the doe gasps. She's a trooper.
"Hmm, leaving half the captors frustrated and angry isn't a plus, unless they have young Vartans maybe," Mordecai points out. "Need to figure on Tulani being your bodyguard. People with bodyguards are ransomed. But.. don't want her getting hurt. Will need to test that body too. So.. let's go to the next candidate, unless you're really determined to finish off this Vartan?"
Buttercora's eyes narrow, and even though it hurts, she starts working back against the vartan. Egad, she really is trying to finish him off!
To be safe, the Vartan doesn't push back. He stays as still as he can (or may be too shocked to move) to let the doe do the heavy lifting. "This.. different.." he notes, and makes a sort of clucking sound.
The doe keeps working and rocking as things get a little easier (or she gets a little more stretched). She can even clench a bit more here and there and her head dips down a little. In spite of the discomfort, she moans a little as she starts to at least feel a few moments of nice along with the intense, well, stretch of it all.
She can definitely feel the Vartan's pulse, certainly enough to know that she's having the desired effect on him - he's not deflating any, after all, she's just adapting better. He does start breathing heavily, and holding onto her hips a bit tighter, as if he wants to start moving.
The doe keeps things up, slow, steady and she moans more now, and even nudges her hips back as if she wants him to push too even if there is risk. Lapi instinct isn't always perfect, after all. So it's about half pleasure and half pain for her once she relaxes a little and some working makes things glide easier. Granted who knows what will happen when he releases, though!
The Vartan does nudge back, and becomes a little bolder when nothing breaks. When he does release, he squawks in surprise! It's certain an experience for the doe.. an experience of pressure. Things are so tight, there's barely room for air to move, after all.
The doe groans, her jaw going slack and her eyes rolling back in her head! What a weird sensation; it's both nice and terrifying! She shutters hard as the doe peaks just from that, and hasn't noticed yet that the pressure has given her a small belly bulge.
The Vartan relieves some of the pressure by.. being finished. Once things shrink just enough, there is a horrible, wet, flatulent sound and the sound of Rikat gagging and Hortense laughing!
The doe ends up giggling too in spite of herself! "The last part kinda felt nice," she admits to Mordecai, then lets out a long breath.
"Hmm, I have an idea for a new kind of enema now too," Hortense says. "Reek, you will be my test subject!" The gagging intensifies.
The doe laughs even more. She sort of flops forward, giggling, while hanging a bit off the vartan as he softens.
Before the backlash of being stretched like that fully takes hold, the shadow begins to engulf Buttercora as soon as the Vartan fully retreats - hopefully to wash himself off a bit.
Alptraum is suddenly grateful to be in the shadow again! It eases all sorts of pains (and embarrassments). "That was somewhat new," he thinks as he floats in the darkness ... and has no idea what he may come out as!
Things feel a bit longer when the shadow retracts.. leaving inky black hide behind. Longer limbs, longer body, neck and tail.. and face. And the horn. What doesn't feel longer is the unicorn mare's chest. That is heavier. How did Mirasol stay so bouncy? But as a black and silver unicorn, Unicora is certainly exotic.
"Aaaaah!" Hortense squeals, and pounces the unicorn! "My pony!"
Alptraum discovers what he became when she yawns, stretches, and whinnies! This makes her blink and she feels over her body quickly, finding the lithe equine form, the horn, and ... she goes down under Hortense! "Mistress?" the mare says automatically before shaking her head! That cat did a number on her; it really messed with her head! So, Unicora lays there under Hortense and feeling, well, like she's stared at! She can satisfy vartains easier now, that's for sure; her nethers are both larger and puffier in this form.
"Down, kitty," Mordecai chides. "This isn't for you to play, it's import goddess work! Now.. move aside for Shaggy to warm her up first." Hortense hisses at Mordecai, but does release the unicorn after a single rough-tongue nipple lick.
Unicora actually nuzzles at Hortense. "Maybe there will be time later?" she whickers to the cat quietly; sounding almost hopeful? She then slowly sits up and stretches; feeling rather off-balance with the chest this form carries. She also has to look at Mordecai and wonder who Shaggy is.
Shaggy is apparently the familiar pony-Rhian - who has very long and shaggy fur, instead of the usual short pelt. He also has a really big smile, and not too big lust. He's shorter and stockier than the lanky unicorn, but always glad to see her!
Unicora smiles and pets at the rhian. "Well, hello there, stud," she coos at him. "I haven't seen you for some time," she says and spreads her legs to display herself. "Would you like to partake of me?"
Shaggy whickers and climbs onto Unicora, kissing and nuzzling at her muzzle first, then working down her throat. He pushes breasts together and starts to suckle as he eases into her puffy parts. He's a good fit - not too big or too small.
Unicora's head arches back gracefully and she moans softly. Her hands come up as she cups the back of his neck, and her hips roll as she willingly takes the pony into her and starts to ride him, clenching with her puffy parts now and then. He's not acting like a pirate, that's for sure, but wow, he feels good in her. Her ears also feel warn because she knows Hortense must be watching.
Nobody told the pony to be a pirate. Would pirate ponies even exist? Would they be too adorable to be taken seriously? As with Jacoba for the doe, Shaggy is the warm up act! And he is just thrilled! He's quickly up to a full gallop and tugging on those teats. Unicora's breasts are a bit damp from the pony's breath on them, but even unicorns apparently sweat like horses do as well.
Unicora is quite active as well; she is by no means a chaste unicorn! She's whinnying here and there, as well as nickering. Her hands explore, grope, caress, and otherwise roam all over the stallion as he plunders her flowered treasure. She also has impressive internal muscles and she uses them to ripple-massage him!
"You are a godessssss!" Shaggy enthuses as he has to let go of his favorite teat to in order to pant for breath. He really puts on a burst of extra effort for final lap, which includes a sound like a punching bag being pelted. Which is Shaggy's bag being bounced off of Unicora.
And of course the unicorn enjoys that! The force ought to hurt, but it feels like a playful spanking! She's really pushing back now too, and bearing down! "There we go ... give me all you can offer," she mumbles to him and nips one of his ears.
Shaggy brays and fills Unicora with his warmth (well, heat). He starts to slow down at that point, but goes back to nursing for the duration.
The mare whinnes and clenches down on Shaggy when the warmth flows and waves of pleasure flow through her soon after. Her head arches back and she basks in the afterglow of it all as he nurses upon her. Then it hits her, Hortense didn't give her permission, and she went and well, finished!
The cat is growling and biting down on her riding crop. Rikat is all smiles though at his mistress's clear frustration!
Shaggy does give Unicora a big kiss (hard for equine types not to kiss big) before pulling out.. and then kisses the back of her wrist as well! With Hortense fuming and distracted, Rikat makes his play! He's way more interested in the unicorn than in the bunny.
"Oh, so now you're interested?" Unicora remarks as Rikat tries to descend upon her! She even tries to catch him!
A unicorn, even a slender one, is still a bit sturdier than an Eeee, so Rikat is caught! "There are bunnies everywhere," he notes. "How many get to see an Aeonian, must less touch one!"
"You're a lousy pirate," Unicora remarks. "Why should I let you ... touch me?"
Mordecai makes note of the interest and the intercept. "Eeee would need her to be restrained, which may cause them to be meaner," he points out. "But.. Reek wasn't intimidated by her status.."
"Because.. uh.. it will upset Hortense?" Rikat offers gamely.
"And she would punish you more?" Unicora inquires, then smiles. She releases the Eeee and lays back, legs spread!
"So long as she isn't punishing me now," Rikat says, and dives in! Literally - there's some wiggle room, which frustrates him. Still, he isn't dismayed for long, and licks and rubs all over the mare, even daring to stroke her horn! He also humps like a madman - far more energetically than with the doe, almost like a boy again.
The mare takes pity on him and tries to clench down to make it a little tighter for him! She also mostly lays there and lets him explore, lick, and do whatever he wants! Of course the caress of her horn makes her moan in surprise, but even the licking and rubbing is kind of nice! Not enough to really send her into another peak, but then pirates won't care about that anyway.
Rikat suddenly gasps in realization! He pulls out, and pushes back in at the smaller entry. Which is also tighter. So Eeee can fit, with just a little imagination.
This surprises the mare and she whinnies! It isn't painful, given his size and hers, but it was unexpected! This body seems to work well for large and small, it seems! She rocks her hips a little, but makes him do most of the work.
Hortense is still growling. And she actually bites through the crop when the Eeee starts nursing on Unicora! "Aeonian milk is too strong for Eeees!" she yowls.
Unicora holds the back of Reek's head, practically mushing his face into her chest! She hears Hortense and ... she gets nervous? The cat is not pleased, which means someone at some point, also won't be very pleased, and it could be either her or the bat!
Rikat doesn't seem to be listening to Hortense, but does move faster. Way faster - nearly Lapi speed now. It isn't clear if he can even breath clearly, with his nose blocked by mare-flesh and his mouth otherwise occupied.
Unicora braces herself for what is to come. Or well, be left in her when the bat pops! She does let his head go a bit so his nose can be free so he can breathe!
Breathing seems secondary. Rikat's eyes are completely dilated now, and when he 'pops' he finally lets go with his mouth and gasps! "I can see time!" he wheezes.
"Now's he's useless for further testing!" Hortense complains.
"No, he isn't," the mare notes and raises a finger. She can feel him twitching inside her and a small bit of warmth from it. She also chuckles softly, amused by his claim of seeing time.
It does beg the question of just what Hortense has been doing with the unicorn milk though.
"He'll riding the 'corn-buzz for an hour at least," Hortense complains. "I'll be the next Eeee subject," Mordecai offers. He isn't exactly burly, but can probably be a better pirate than Rikat was all the same.
"Oh, the horror that will be. Ravished by the evil one himself," Unicora laments and puts the back of her hand to her head, just below her horn. "Whatever will I do?"
With the Vartan's help, Rikat is pulled off of the mare and rolled to one side, where he can stare at the cavern's crystal pseudo-chandelier. Once that's taken care of though, the Vartan pounces on Unicora! He's girthier than the pony was, and presses down on the lithe equine with all of his weight to boot. "Yarr!" he squawks, and pecks at the unicorn's horn with his beak.
Unicora oohs and arches! "Now this is a well built guy!" she croons, "Fits so well!" It feels so nice she doesn't even complain about him pecking on the horn; though it isn't exactly comfortable! Chaste unicorns, indeed.
Vartans are more grabby than bitey, for obvious reasons. This one doesn't even try to hold back though after that bit of ego stroking! The motion makes things slosh a bit on chest though, especially when the Vartan props himself up on his elbows specifically to cause that.
Unicora decides she's much better built for vartans than Eeee! At least with a vartan she enjoys it too! With an Eeee ... she just gets a sticky bum. Soon, she's actually trying to hold onto the vartan and even hook her hooves around his for more thrusting power.
"Not piratey enough!" Hortense declares, but doesn't smack the Vartan. The big man hmmphs at the interruption, then stops to disentangle himself from Unicora's limbs... before rolling her over onto her stomach and hoisting her hips up so that she's on her knees.
Pah, like she minds this position! She actually wiggles her butt at him, flicks her tail out of the way, and certain bits down there also 'wink'.
This time he does use his beak, holding Unicora's tail with it. The position also lets him ram a lot harder, such that the mare might be in danger of skinning her knees. He also forces her to arch her back by grabbing onto her horn with one hand and pulling her head back with it.
Unicora whinnes! This is a fair amount more unpleasant! Nothing she can't handle, but it's no longer really fun for her. "Ow, ow, ow," the quasi-equine thinks on each ramming.
"That's better, but you should bite her too or something," Hortense suggests, still a bit miffed.
Mordecai asks about more pertinent matters though. "How's she feel?" he asks the Vartan. "Not too tight?"
"Great!" comes the reply. "Just needs a bridle and blinders an such!"
Unicora snorts loudly at that!
"It's all on its way," Hortense says.
"I doubt pirates would have that sort of thing on hand," Mordecai points out.
Unicora whinnies again! That is not good news for her! She tugs on her tail, trying to de-beak it.
"She can have it with her luggage," Hortense points out. "Everyone knows nobby types are freaks."
The tugging makes the Vartan lean over Unicora's back more, which pulls her tail enough to affect her hips. It also lets the man let go of her horn so he can reach under and grab her breasts. Vartan hands are rough by nature from the scales, and the talons are sharp! She can feel the tips pinch in around the edges of the breasts.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow," goes the unicorn, head tilted to the side and those dull teeth of hers clenched tight! At this rate, the unicorn is going to end up with pierced nipples too!
Now that's she's actually complaining vocally, the Vartan figures he's on the right course and speeds things up quite a bit - almost as if he's in a race. There's noise from beyond the dais, and Hortense leaves to supervise something.
There's much more complaining from the mare about him pulling her mane, or pushing too deep and ramming her cervix (which hurts a great deal!). It's probably for the best she didn't notice Hortense has departed.
It's harder not to notice the bridle when it goes on, complete with bit that makes talking rather problematical. There are blinders as well, blocking all peripheral vision so that Unicora can't see what's going on! Then something goes onto her back, and straps are tightened over her stomach, all while the Vartan finishes his race with a loud squawk that finally releases the mare's tail.
Unicora feels it all the more when the vartan peaks with those straps in place! All warm and ... sloshy inside! "Wha de dapth is g. .. grr!" the bridled mare complains, slurred! She's also becoming more aware of stuff on her, and not being able to see! It's ... disconcerting and seems to trigger a bit of anxiety instinct. She looks over to Mordecai, worried.
"Worry about the spurs," Mordecai offers, as Unicora feels a weight on her back.. in what is now clearly a small saddle. "Hahaha!" Hortense cackles, and tugs on Unicora's reins. "The real ride is about to begin!" she laughs.
And so ... Unicora tries to buck the cat off her back!
Being lithe makes unicorns sexy. It also makes them not as strong as a pony. Hortense also isn't lightweight for her build, but she could be cheating by wearing weights. Then the cat's spurs poke in the upper thigh! "Ye-haw!" Hortense says, holding onto the reins with one hand. "Bucking comes soon enough! But if you settle down I'll give you a treat!"
Unicora whinnies when the spurs hit! Those things hurt! Her ears twitch, but she does at least stop bucking. Looking annoyed, though, that stays!
Something is dangled in front of her nose, where she can actually see it: it looks like a Zolk scarf. Hortense makes it dance about a bit, making doot-doot-doot noises, then pulls it up out of sight again. But Unicora soon feels it wadded up around one of Hortense's hands as she begins to rub the mare's horn with it.
Unicora goes cross-eyed and actually drools a little. Her expression is ... well, aside from her lips being pulled back some by the bit, she looks a little drunk! She's even shivering some. It's not unlike running on a guy ... just with slightly different sensations.
The nice feeling helps, since soon after something is pushing hard into her from behind. It's bigger than the Vartan! And is going deeper too. A Rhian?!
Unicora's head stretches forward some and tilts again! Egad, she feels stretched, and without Inala's blessing in play it's ... well, it's quite a test of her body! Part of her likes it, the other part is frustrated she can't see who it is! The poor mare ends up whinning loudly again.
There's a deeper answering whinny from behind, and Unicora feels her rear being lifted up a bit. Then her shins are grabbed by hard-fingered hands and pulled up too, so that she's just on her arms now and feeling like a wheel-barrow! Her unseen partner spreads her legs pretty wide before he starts thrusting. She can feel herself distort from each deep penetrating push.
Unicora definitely looks .... uncomfortable! And her stomach feels like it's moving around with each thrust, if she could see it she'd probably see it distend a little from each thrust, too! And oddly enough, the deep penetration, stretching, and such comes with some pleasurable feel too; the horse shape is certainly approved of by the mare-like unicorn body. Though she does have to move her arms forward some when the thrusts get a little too hard!
Hortense is still stroking her horn with the scarf as well, the white Khatta laughing and hanging on. She's riding the bucking bronco, just feeling the shaking as the bronco bucks Unicora.
And there's goofy walking about the room on her hands too, and back arching! Also a lot of crying out and other such noise ... but the body takes it generally fine; this would have killed the doe! She might complain more, but the rubbing of her horn does tend to keep her in a rather drooly and unfocused state, at least! So ... if you ever need to control a unicorn, rub its horn! And it's obvious that the legends about not being able to tuch a unicorn unless pure are bunk; Hortense is the opposite of pure.
But then it's technically the zolk that's doing the touching instead of Hortense..
The odd rodeo goes on for some time, until the Rhian lets go of Unicora's legs so he can grab onto her hips for a much better grip. He then starts galloping with his hips, using his full length inside the mare.
This is ... very strange! And uncomfortable! But the body still takes it. Well, at least Unicorns seem to be durable, and thus might make a good hostage based on that alone. She then also realizes when he ... releases, she might balloon! Well, at least feel like it, anyway! And Gods, if Barada is watching this, she'll never live it down. She tries to start to shake her head to get those blinders off, but the stroking of the horn soon sends her right back to drool-land.
The Rhian does release, and knows to pull out quickly afterwards. This causes a lot of sticky wetness on Unicora's thighs, however, and very odd sensation. "See?" Hortense says as she stops her horn-stroking. "Everything is nice when you do what I say, isn't it?"
"Yeth yeth," Unicora mutters around the bit; she doesn't want to give Hortense too much of a swelled head. Even if she did like it, admitting it would be terrible! Also, her stomach cramps a couple times, which makes things even wetter back there. Also, she thinks Mordecai is right; this is a very unlikely pirate scenario!
Hortense climbs down and starts undoing the saddle. To someone out of view (the blinders are effective) she says, "Right, start setting up the big restraints now.."
"Wha? Big?!!?" Unicora burbles out and turns her head, trying to see what the heck they are doing!
Before the blinders come off though, Unicora can feel the shadow spreading out again!
Unicorns can grumble! Another mystery solved ... right as she disappears into comfortable darkness.
The dark limbo seems to last longer this time - a good indication of how much change the body is undergoing. When it beings to retreat, there is a feeling of wings again.. but also of a long tail.. and long neck.. and scales. No sooner has Nekaira fully emerged than she's having her wrists and neck strapped down to a sturdy wooden plank, and her legs are being maneuvered to lock down onto a second one.
Nekaira growls! She also tries to breathe fire! Which really ends up as a coughing hiss of smoke instead. She also starts trying to thrash her tail around before any of that gets strapped down.
There's a bit of scurrying as the lower half becomes dangerous. But before the dragon can get her feet under her someone sits on her lap. The neck-strap makes it's hard to look down, but it doesn't matter because even without moving she's greeted by a familiar jade-green scaled face with bright scarlet fur and hair: Lord Kazuhiko! He apparently hasn't left Rephidim yet, so must still be working on getting his book translated and printed.
"Lord Kazuhiko!" Nekaria squeaks, going completely still in the presence of the Jadaian lord. "You know these people?!" she asks, eyes wide in surprised.
The Kirin says something which Nekaira doesn't understand, still not having learned Jadaian. But right afterwards, he kisses her!
The dragon tries to sputter that she doesn't understand him, but that fails when she's kissed! What is it about this guy that makes her knees all wobbly? It certainly means she's not kicking anymore, or even thrashing her tail! No, instead she's shivering and even moaning a little.
Each form has its own 'warmup' partner, after all. And the kirin noble does know how to warm up the dragon. This makes it safer for the others to finish restraining her legs and part of her tail at least, while Kazuhiko nibbles his way down her jawline before continuing down her neck and throat.
"Okay, I would be your prisoner anytime," Nekara rumbles softly. She wants to arch her head more, but she can't, not with the restraints anyway! All she can do it let him explore, and wow, for a dragon to be passive ... that is frustrating!
Kazuhiko makes up for the dragon's immobility by being extra thorough. He does seem a bit surprised when suckling produces some milk, so spends several minutes doing that. Eventually his muzzle is getting a bit more intimate between her legs.. at least there aren't surprises for him there!
The dragon loses a bit more decorum when he nurses. She's whimpering and pleading with him, and making all sorts of dangerous promises. And wow, those promises get worse when he's between her legs! Something about her firstborn? Laying eggs? Who knows, she's not quite in her right mind!
It's definitely a far cry from when Vorgulremik restrains her! Kazuhiko works his way back up, and slides inside of her when he gets to the right point. But he doesn't really start yet! He spends more time at the breasts to see if he can elicit more interesting sounds first.
Dragons should not squeak, yet doing that to her sure makes her squeak. It's horribly undignified and Kaira would not approve! She doesn't care right now, though, things are feeling good and she's trying to buck her hips ... but those evil restraints...
Finally, the kirin begins to move his own hips.. either sensing his partner's frustration or because he's finally ready. Still, he takes his time finding the best angle and rhythm, all the while nuzzling and licking Nekaira's cheek.
Ugh, the kirin is infuriating! Both because of his slowness, and because even slow each movement tends to be tingly to mindblowing anyway! "Definitely not a pirate scenario! I feel like a perverts peep show," she thinks ... especially with all of them watching this!
Hortense in particular is watching as if taking mental notes! Gradually, the kirin does pick up the pace and apply more force. Was he being gentle just to torment her? None of the positions in his book dealt with bondage, but maybe his next one will, since he seems to find the situation rather novel.
Soon, the dragoness is moaning and her tongue is hanging out of her mouth. Her hips twitch and rock in what little amount they can! This is certainly novel pirate testing.
Kazuhiko starts to really enjoy the control he has! It's so different that he starts to actually let loose instead of treating it as a choreographed, traditional dance. Soon enough he's sticking his tongue in Nekaira's ear before biting it, and moving his hips in ways that are anything but elegant. It's not like he can hurt a dragon, after all!
The ear-nip gets a growl from the dragon ... and it also makes her clench up down below, squeezing the kirin in ... interesting ways! "Great, this club is turning him into a pervert too! Nekaira thinks, trying to blame this place for all the weirdos in her life!
The kirin says something, and then redoubles his efforts, as if he's accepting a challenge. He starts squeezing and kneading and trying squish the dragon's breasts together as if hoping to merge them in a single giant one. His hooves catch on the board restraining Nekaira's ankles and tail too, and use it as something to push against for his thrusts as well.
Nekaira wasn't challenging him, but wow, she's seeing stars! The breast-squeezing makes her growl ... as well as, well, leak. But the extra force makes her rumble appreciatively and since she cannot move her hips much, she uses clenching internally as her way of dealing with the kirin!
The leaking alters the kirin's tactics slightly. He's still squeezing and kneading, but also tugging and sucking as well. Each time Nekaira clenches, he responds by pushing in slower and deeper. From the way he's snorting, he may be reaching his peak soon - he's been going a lot faster than he has in the past after all.
The Dragoness tries to clench down hard enough to stop him from moving and keep him from peaking! She's also moaning and growling, a lot! And smoke is leaking from her nostrils, too.
There's a grunt from Kazuhiko as he's caught too tightly to move, so he bites down a bit on the nipple in his mouth instead. He also arches his tail over his back to try and tickle Nekaira's nose with the tuft.
Nekaria neerks! Then sneezes a great plume of smoke! But, it does get her to release her grip for the time being. "Augh!" she thinks.
The kirin immediately lets loose a flurry of hard thrusts, triumphantly peaking! But he still bites down a bit while he does it.
The dragoness cries out and shudders! What is it with biting sending dragons into their peak? They're natural masochists? Whatever it is, she's vibrating in pleasure right now.
Maybe it has to do with not having a lot of sensitive spots. Dragons don't exactly lead gentle existences. After catching his breath, Kazuhiko goes back to just suckling for a bit though, until he's ready to talk again. He says something that is probably flattering or endearing from his tone of voice, and kisses Nekaira again.
Nekaria kisses back, and feels frustrated again that she can't move and touch him in return! If pirates did this, it would be toture.
The kirin finally pulls out and withdraws.. only to be replaced by Mordecai. "So, the great beast is captured," he says with a convincing sneer. "Not so cocky now, are ye!" he teases, and pinches a sensitive nipple.
Nekara growls! She even snaps her jaws when she's pinched! Bravado aside, she knows this one knows ways of causing all sorts of pain. That's ... rather scary. But, she's snarling to look like she's not afraid.
"That collar looks good on ye too," the bat teases. "Maybe we'll let you out on a leash. You can curl up at our captain's feet even!" Then he's inside of her. "Well, least you don't need any tenderizing first," he laughs, then slaps the side of one breast. "Not that you couldn't still use some anyway."
Nekaira grunts! Dagh take it, why is this turning her on? Is it because of who it is? The idea of being on a leash? Something else? Whatever it is, her earfins are growing hot and her nipples are signalling that wow, she's aroused. So's the puffiness in the scaling between her legs, for that matter.
And the bumps of the bat's bit feel really good inside her, and it's making her squirm on the boards.
"Oh, you like that, do ye?" Mordecai the Pirate says, then leans forward to bite the dragon's throat. It's not a gentle vampire bite either.. he bites hard in order to get his fangs through the scales there.
It's not super painful, thanks to those scales, but they do penetrate and it feels good. Again, weird dragon instincts kicking in there. She must remember to tease Kaira about being a freak sometime. Her lips draw back in a snark, though, and the boards creak as she strains to free her arms.
"You just keep strugglin' monster," Mordecai says after releasing his bite and licking his lips. "That's leather we use to tie up the Rakhtors! Everyone'll get a turn with you before they give out!"
This just makes her growl more and snap those jaws! Other than that, though, she really is at his mercy, and her body is already starting to clench in a rhythm to make it more enjoyable for him.
"Hand me another strap for her mouth," Mordecai calls out, and the Vartan and Shaggy are there in an instant. The two stronger men hold Nekaira's jaws shut while Mordecai wraps it with the leather strap and buckles it tight. "We know you sort can be sneaky with yer words!" he declares.
Like many reptiles, the strength to close her jaws greatly exceeds the strength to open them. So, holding her mouth shut and strapping it is done in short order. She snorts loudly and keeps growling. The straps keep her from shaking her head, alas.
"That's better!" Mordecai says, and continues to 'ravish' the helpless dragon - which involves a lot more biting and licking as well.
Nekaira keeps up her struggling, nevermind she's ... sort of enjoying it all. Of course when she bears down, growls, and shudders here and there in mini-climaxes, it probably gives that away a little.
Mordecai keeps up with the insults and little slaps and bites, but the return squeezes and shudders - and sheer exotic nature - keep him from holding out for too much longer. He lets out a high-pitched moan as he shudders as well! The Vartan is already 'at the ready' though, waiting his turn. The last dragoness he got to play with wasn't as pretty.. and was in the graveyard, where the lingering aura in Vorgulremik's old lair forced a transformation on Nicora.
Nekaira clenches tight when the bat squeaks to the Gods, so to speak! It might actually be a little painful for him, but she isn't sure! At least when it comes for the Vartan, she should be able to handle the size fine!
"She's got me!" Mordecai claims.. so the Vartan pulls him out with a slight pop noise. "I ain't so squeezable," the bird-horse claims, and tries to loom over the dragon. Given he's a bit bigger than her, it isn't hard.
Nekaira tries to snarl at him through her secured jaws! That's about all she can do ... that and clench so tight to see if she can prevent him from entering!
The Vartan's solution to the clench is to punch Nekaira in the puffy part. "Knock, Knock!" he squawks. "The dragon slayer is here!"
That hurts, but it does the trick in getting her to unclench! She also plots revenge on these people; they're supposed to be friends!
Once the Vartan is in, he's pumping away. He isn't much of a talker though.. and actually seems to avoid looking Nekaira in the face - but then she's likely looking rather scary at the moment.
The vartan is a good side to feel nice inside her; large enough to generate good pressure, and strong enough it feels dragony, so the snarling Nekaira is soon moaning muffledly and the rhythmic clenching below shows she's actively helping him!
It takes some time before the Vartan seems to trust this, but eventually he's fallen back into actual sex-for-fun instead of sex-as-domination that a pirate would use. His neck feathers are really puffed out as well though - so there's definitely a thrill factor going for him.
When he relaxes, the dragoness snarls at him! Maybe she's even trying to keep up a bit of the domination angle. Or maybe she's trying to turn it on him? Either way, she's starting to rather enjoy it. So, this body would be good for survivability too in a hostage situation.
The snarl causes the Vartan to squawk in alarm and grab onto her jaws, as if worried the binding is going to come loose! He then tries to do whatever seemed to make her happy last, as if his life depended on it!
Nekaria is smug, she turned the tables! Her bound-up hips wiggle and roll and now she settles back and just enjoys it! Funny that Hortense hasn't spoken up lately, but she's probably punishing Rikat now.
Hortense is likely still making notes! The Vartan is a lot more attentive now, and not lowering his guard at all. He wants to please the dragon more than he does himself, certainly!
Every time the pleasure dips a little, she growls! Eventually, she gets him at just the right angle to stimulate all the good parts inside and she rumbles with pleasure. She's now working what she can to push herself to an impressively building peak.
The Vartan does try to improvise a little. He even goes so far as to risk nuzzling the dragon! "You're so shiny," he flatters. He even lies atop her fully to maximize contact (and chest feathers are a bit tickly against nipples).
Nekaira snort-giggles when things are tickled! Soon, though, she clenches down hard and shudders violently as waves of pleasure rolls through her like mad! Smoke pours from her nostrils again, too!
The Vartan takes his chance to hurry and finish himself, so that he can escape!
Nekaira ... relaxes her muscles a bit so that the vartan can finish! When he does and escapes, she rumble-chuckles in her jaw bindings!
Mordecai kneels down by the dragon's head and starts to undo the jaw binding. "Well.. that wasn't very promising," he says. "The intimidation factor means you'd be blindfolded and locked away far from everyone so you couldn't remember their faces or voices for fear you'd come back after them even if you were ransomed."
"Well, I would have to try and be more submissive, then," Nekaria admits after rolling her jaws a little. "A real situation would be different from this one."
While the rest of Nekaira's binding are loosened, Mordecai reviews the other 'candidates' - "Butterscotch may be known to some of them, but she has the best excuse for traveling and having a bodyguard this time. But she may not be valuable enough for ransom, and being valuable is the safety net. The unicorn is rare, and gives milk that is as good as some of the fancy boozes and painkillers. So, she's valuable for ransom and just to have around. If she's played off as a noble, that ups the ransom value and some of that protection should extend to Tulani as her bodyguard-servant.."
Nekaira nods slowly and then starts to stretch herself out once freed. It's amazing how stiff muscles get so quickly in such positions.
"The unicorn seems to be the middle-ground one, with the doe on one extreme, and this one on the other," she notes.
"The dragon is a wild-card," Mordecai admits. "Her presence may keep them from attacking at all. But if caught I don't think they'll be likely to let their guard down or let her overhear things. The other two are 'harmless' enough and more easily underestimated that the pirates might be more loose-lipped around them. They might treat a noble better, though. What do you think?"
"Without knowing more about what kind of pirates they are, I would lean towards the Unicorn or doe," Nekaira admits. "Both aren't very threatening to them. Both have risks, though. The last ones that had the doe burned her throat so she couldn't talk."
"I'd lean towards the unicorn then," Mordecai says. "Nobles are dangerous to cross, and that's an advantage. Although it's also possible they wouldn't take the risk at all. A lot depends on how they're getting their information. Letting the right person know you're a valuable passenger is important. I worry that they won't care about a merchant's life."
"Of course, knowing the right person could give you opportunity to replace and impersonate that person too," Hortense points out.
"Okay, that is true too," Nekaira agrees. "And I assume females should generally be considered, yes? They have more 'value' in the fun department, yes?"
"They'd be seen as easier to control," Mordecai agrees. "This is between Babel and Saskanar, isn't it? Do they make cheese in Saskanar? I don't know if normal Eeee eat cheese."
"They make wine and lots of produce," Nekaira notes as she rubs her chin in thought. "Not as sure about cheese. Why cheese?"
"Aeonian dairy products," Mordecai says with a grin. "From what I've heard, all Aeonian women are sterile. So they don't give milk. One that does would be pretty valuable then. Magical medicinal properties! Since it's a common belief that an Aeonian's horn can neutralize poison and such."
"Since I can, ah, lactate, would they also suspect me to be fertile?" Nekaira has to ask.
"And wouldn't that mean I'd be permanently attached to a milker?" she adds and makes a face.
"Unless they're keeping rughrats for milk, I doubt they'd have one," Hortense snorts. "They'd have to do it by hand. But it would help if you already had a bottle or two filled when you're captured. Pirates will try anything they find in a bottle!"
Nekaira smirks. "I think you just like milking the mare," she accuses Hortense. "Anyway, so the unicorn seems ... the safest until we know more about the culprits."
"If it seems like infiltration-via-capture is the best option, yes," Mordecai says. "Plus, there's always manual milking. That will certainly earn you a friend."
"I'm sure there are sneakier ways too," Hortense offers.
Nekaira chuckles. "I know a few of the High Priestesses, but I doubt any pirate would try to capture one of them. As for seeming important, I have contacts to Thath I could exercise to make the unicorn seem very important. Though, that might be too important."
"And yes, I could replace one of the crew," Nekaira comments to Hortense' sneaky comment. She also reaches over and pulls the cat into her lap and starts fondling her.
"You need to be important to whoever the pirates are selling to or working with," Hortense says. "There'll be a black market involved for sure."
The feline purrs at the fondling!
Clawed fingers get inserted into damp places. "What, there's a black market for unicorn slaves?" she has to ask.
"Hmmm?" the cat asks as she squirms. "There's a black market for recreational drugs and medicines. Unicorn milk is.. well, you saw what it did to Reek. It causes hallucinations in non-hooved people."
"Mix a few drops into the punch, and you're got a real party going," Hortense whispers.
Nekaira uses sharp claws on the cat's fun button next. "Okay, a fair argument, that. Watch them probably employ some ancient kiriga that looks like a handbag to produce things. I hear they're the ones for that," she notes.
Hortense yowls at the sharp pinch! "I suggest putting some in the hands of sailors!" she says.
Nekaira wiggles her claws like she's going to pierce said nub. "Good advice, that. You know, I could clone you and get captured. Or you could come to Babel..." she suggests.
The Vartan has the restraint board now, and asks, "Want to strap Horty in?"
Nekaira hmms, "You know, I could ... and then Reek could be in charge of her for a bit..."
"Nothing special about me.." Hortense claims, then shoots the Vartan an evil look.
The dominatrix then sniffs, and says, "I prefer the Savanite with the shiny bits.."
"But .... eh. I think I'd rather she get the bridle, I find the unicorn, and Hortense and I just spend a little time together. Just the two of us, that is," Nekaria suggests. "Or perhaps him. He looks good on a leash..."
"We could bring down anyone you don't have a form for yet," Mordecai offers.
Nekaira swings her head and eyes Mordecai. "Or ... Hortense and I can partner up ... and we subjugate you for once," she rumbles. "What do you think, catbutt? Shall we enslave this bat to our whims for a bit. I can attest that with all that bare skin ice and wax will drive him crazy..."