Shredda's doppelganger decides to get a better idea of what the original was like, while Cricket arranges for the sleeping Vartan to be hidden someplace safe where she can be kept asleep until she needs to return to her old life. So Shredtraum finds herself in the cramped room, grateful that Vartans have a very poor sense of smell.
"Not one for being neat I see," Shredtraum remarks, then twitches a bit. "I miss having lips, and this tongue is weird," she complains. She also has to pick up the underpants because, well ... why wasn't the other one wearing them in the first place?
Thankfully the bit of linen isn't damp or sticky or.. brittle. They just need to be washed. If she only has the one pair, doesn't get to do laundry very often, it might explain things. Or, more likely, she only uses them when off-duty.
Shredtraum tries them on just to see if they fit correctly, and how they feel.
They fit, but aren't exactly the height of comfort, being rather coarse linen. They might have been made from an old sack, even. The other items of clothing visible are also cheaply made - the uniform may actually be Shredda's best set of clothes.
"Geh, need better clothing if I'm gonna use this body a lot," Shredtraum complains as she sheds those undies. Nest, she, well, grabs one of the hookah pipes and tests how, er, deep her body is, so she knows what sorts of guys might be too dangerous for her.
It's pretty awkward, even knowing where things are on a female Vartan. It also isn't clear how she's supposed to the clean the pipe afterward - there aren't any cleaning supplies in the room that she can see. And in the middle of the experiment, there's a knock on the door! "Ya dere, Shreddy?" another Vartan voice calls. "I gots the new shipment."
The vartan girl squawks and yanks the pipe out ... then uses the dirty undies to wipe it off quickly. Well, that pipe will be a surprise for someone later. Maybe she can even charge extra for the added vartan 'spice'. "Yeh yeh, I am here!" she squawks at the door, then opens it, "Ya startled me. I was, er, busy."
"You alone, how busy kin you be?" the Vartan at the door asks. He's got a dyed-green crest that Shredtraum is sure she's seen before - probably at The Scab. He's tall, but rather thin for a Vartan. He holds up a sack and shakes it, causing a rustling sound. "I got more o' the stuff, jes a bit early. His body language certainly suggests that he expects her to let him inside.
Shredtraum steps back and gestures for him to come in. "A girl's got needs, yannow, I was just dealin' with them," she claims.
"Eh? Whatcha need?" the man asks before upending the sack over the table. A dozen sachets spill forth, each with a little picture painted onto one side. "This should keepya pipe stocked fer awhile!" the Vartan crows.
Shredtraum puts her arm around the vartan's shoulder. "Better clothes! A rich boyfriend!" she cackles. "But, in a pinch, de pipe helps me not care." Then with a swat of his butt, she steps over and counts out the packets and dividing them into their picture-coded groups.
The still unnamed Vartan supplier grins (it's very subtle, as most Vartan expressions are, since they can only really flex their mouths behind where the beak grows). So.. got cash dis time, or wanna go with the usual payment?"
Suspecting she knows what the usual payment is, she tries to grin right back. "De usual, of course!" she squawks, "Gotta save my cash!"
"Fer frilly undertings?" the man asks, and starts unlacing his shirt.
"Yah, rough underthings chafe, yannow," Shredtraum remarks as she helps him unlace his shirt. "Plus, it no fun itchin' either."
"Oi, you don't need underwear," Green-Crest assures. "No reason fer you to wear any clothes, y' ask me!" He seems happy to let Shredtraum deal with his laces, since it frees his hands to deal with his trouser belt. It's got a very shiny buckle.
"Oooooh," Shredtraum gawks as she stares at that buckle. Soooo shiny! It takes her a moment to refocus and get back to the laces, then pulls off his shirt and goes 'tada!' She then nips at his neck and comments, "Oh, dat so? Prefer the hen all naked, hmm?"
"Not all o' them!" the man claims, as he works his pants off. "Wou' never get anything done. Couldn't even wear pants meself!" He then starts undoing the laces of Shredtraum's bodice. "An that'd be distractin' to the ladies what aren't nekkid."
Shredtraum's hands go between his legs and fondle! "Yah, true enough. Y'know how much you distract me when yer all bare and bearing down on me!" she squawks. She also wiggles her torso that her assets pop free of the bodice when the laces are loose enough. Oddly, having breasts has become something Alptraum actually misses when he goes back to being himself!
The colorful Vartan is quick to fondle the released orbs. The scaled talons aren't that sensitive when it comes to touch, so there's a good bit of force involved! "Squish squish!" the man squawks.
Shredtraum squawks again and arches! "Careful or dey might explode!" she complains, then squeezes him in a tender place.
"I be the only thing exploding here!" the man boasts, and releases one breast in order to undo his belt and get his trouser down a bit.
Shredtraum helps, instinct wanting the vartan to be completely naked like five minutes ago. "Ya better stretch and make me cry out," she threatens, "Otherwise I just start paying ya with cash!"
Things on Vartans like to pop free. Although this time there's some extra effort to get the pants off of the obstacle itself. He does take off his vest, to satisfy the fully-naked aspect, and yanks down Shredtraum's skirt immediately after. Since her underpants were already on the floor, there's just the matter of getting her opened bodice off - wings always add an extra bit of difficulty.
So, there's a lot of flapping involved to try to help get the bodice to fall free. "Stupid clothes," she complains, "I wan 'im in me like now." She of course says this while starting to play with the vartan's poppy-bits.
"Oi, that's no a problem!" the ready-to-rumble man claims, and pushes Shredtraum down onto the floor (since the cot probably isn't sturdy enough for two Vartans).
Shredtraum spreads her legs wide and sets her hooves against the floor with a thunk. "Come on, dis port needs 'er sailor and to be filled!" She waggles her brow and licks over her beak a bit. Can't really smile after all.
It's hard to tell when a Vartan is being passionate, since so much of the mammalian expressions of such require lips. But this one is certainly enthusiastic. After the first plunge, he's got Shredtraum's hips rocking, her breasts bobbing, and her hooves knocking (on the floor). He keeps his beak open as he semi-looms over her, talons planted to either side of her shoulders.
Shredtraum reaches up and caresses his cheeks, and her legs hook around him for more leverage. "Aw yeah, dere be nn---go," she grunts. She's pushing right back, and bearing down with all the force her internal muscles will allow. She intends to give him a workout. She does have to wonder, though, if they do this every time she gets supplies, how in Dagh's name has Shredda avoided getting knocked up!?
"Ahhh, you really into it tonight Shred!" the man gasps, his crest bobbing in waves. "'Aven't been able to really let loose in awhile, y'know? Hah.. guess you do know!" he cackles, then starts going at it even harder! And Shredtraum learns that no matter how hard a floor is, it's still possible for a Vartan booty to bounce a bit. Nobody would enjoy living on the floor below a Vartan couple..
"Yah, been kinna stressed lately, so needed a really hard poundin' to loosen things up. Can't really use me own stock to relax, ya know?" Shredtraum grunts up at him. It's borderline painful sometimes, but that's honestly just how she likes it; large, aggressive, males get her going. She runs her talons down his chest, too.
It's tricky to do without breaking skin.. as it is running her talons releases quite a bit of feathers, and causes her partner to squawk! "Ah.. we can git rougher if'n you want!" he crows and waggles his eyebrows.
Shredtraum lifts her head and play-nips a few feathers! "Ya better!" she squawks at him, then grabs his butt with her talons!
That causes a more alarmed sort of sound from the man, and a very deep push that he holds.. since sliding back any could shred his rump. "You gotta be flipped over then," he squeaks. "Hands 'n knees! May want to dig in a bit w' yer talons too. Wait! On the floor not on me ass!"
Shredtraum squeezes his rump and cackles, then lets go. She pushes him off and out, then flips herself over and hikes her butt right up. She grips into the floor with talons and spread-sets her hooves. There there's the tail-shimmy at the vartan. "Poun' me like de bad girl I am!" she cackles.
This involves grabbing her equine tail.. and holding it in his beak, since his hands are busy digging into her rump now. It takes him a moment after insertion to find the best leverage, and then it seems like he's trying to launch Shredtraum across the room. If not for his grip, she'd be skidding on her boobs (and without the handy slime Yodhmagog employ). Her tail is pulled taut each time, and his claws on her rump are rather sharp.
Shredtraum squawks and squirms! "Oh yeh, dere we go!" she crows as she pushes back every time he thrusts (possibly to avoid talon injury). This is making her see stars, so ... she knows she got it just where she wanted it! The poor floor, though, is going to have some grooves in it by the end!
It's also a position that triggers certain reflexes. Mainly flight reflexes, so both Vartans are flapping a bit erratically every so often, which only makes the room more of a mess (and occasionally wings bang against the wall or ceiling.. or floor.. or each other). And the floor is definitely getting scratched up. But this doesn't last.. since her ardor-drunk Vartan wants to try other things with Shredtraum. These involve him standing, and her.. not. He's either supporting her entirely, or she's got her shoulders on the ground while the rest of her is bent to the vertical so he can attempt his best pile-driver impression.
And Shredtraum is always ready to try a request! Anything that gets him to feel the vartan pound deep. It also makes her cackle and crow out at times ... and boy can she clench down tight; she can feel every vein on that boy's bit!
Eventually they're back on the floor, with Shredtraum fully on her belly and one of her ears in the boy's mouth as he rapidly pushes, only to bounce off her rump each time. But he finally stays in deep, and Shredtraum can feel the familiar warmth pulse into her. It takes a few more thrusts before he's completely finished though.. and one has to wonder if this isn't how so many Vartans end up with nicks in their ears. He also doesn't seem inclined to get off of her back any time soon.
Shredtraum squawks out and shudder-shivers when she feels the familiar warm pulses. It's all so ... intoxicating! Were she more lucid, she would suspect Inala has having a hand in making her so addicted to sex, as a female in particular. She isn't even worried about her ear, she's just too lost in feeling so good right now ... and rippling her inner muscles to milk all she can out of the guy on her back. "Oy, dagh, dat was awesome!" she gasps once she actually can talk again.
"Is.. is this a bad time?" A voice asks from the door of the room.. which was never closed completely when Shredda's supplier showed up. Flewf stands in the doorway, wearing her poncho (which means she can't really raise her arms much without putting on a show).
Shredtraum looks up from the floor and cackles. "Heck no, dis guy just getting me all loosened up! Want 'im to give you a ride and get you all ready for the night?" she asks Flewf. "He feels really good inside ya!"
"I.. what?" the Fnerf asks in a bit of confusion. This may very well be Albiarro's first exposure to sex! It doesn't help that the Vartan on top hops up (there's a popping sound when exits Shredtraum) and waves! "Here, I'll show you," he says, bobbing as he steps over the hen to reach Flewf - the room is small, so it's not like it's far! He immediates reaches up under the poncho and squeezes, making the Fnerf's tail swish in surprise - which actually closes the door.
Shredtraum reaches between her own legs, runs a claw, then licks it clean. Why? She's weird! "Just relax, eh, and lettem show you what it be like," she offers as she gets up and tries to preen her feathers. Then she ever so helpfully goes over (by pressing against the wall) and locks the door so Flewf can't escape!
It's crowded, especially with the table.. but it seems Flewf has been practicing at not-knocking-things over, and sort of curves herself around the table. There's a moment of flailing when she can't see because the poncho is being lifted off, followed by a moment of confusion when the Vartan seems to be head-butting her cleavage while squishing her breasts to either side of his head. "Is this.. normal?" she whispers to Shredtraum. "I only just managed to stop playing with them this afternoon.."
Shredtraum gives a thumbs up. "Perfectly! As you see, dese t'ings hypnotize guys," she whispers back to the fnerf. "And it gets better..."
"It does?" Flewf asks nervously.. probably thinking about that beak. But the Vartan instead slides down and.. crawls under her, which makes her stand on her toes! "Wings.. tickle!" Flewf exclaims.
Shredtraum goes to distract Flewf by taking the male's place and starts massaging her breasts, then dips her own beak down and flicks her avian tongue over the nipples.
Where Vartan hands might be a bit insensitive, their tongues are very sensitive. Not as long and flexible as an Eeee's, but still pretty useful. This does distract Flewf until her erstwhile beau finishes his journey to the Promised Land and pops up behind her. Shredtraum's first indication of this is when the Fnerf gasps and her boob is pushed forward suddenly. It really lets Shredtraum know the limits of how wide a Vartan beak can spread!
An impressive example of vartan boob-swallowing happens as her beak spreads wide around Flewf's breast! She also caresses and pets Flewf's side so that she doesn't freak out at having something as big as a forearm thrust into her! She probably should have warned her, though, that it might hurt a little, the first time and all.
Luckily the intrusive member is still pretty well.. lubricated. "Oh.." Flewf says in surprise as things really get going. She gets a sort of glazed look in her eye, and grabs onto Shredtraum's shoulders. Eventually she spreads her forelegs for better balance. There are also a few squawks from behind whenever she accidentally smothers or batters her paramour with her huge tail.
"Yah, there you go, relax when he push, then clench down when he bottom out," Shredtraum instructs quietly to the Fnerf. "Mebbe roll your back a little..."
"Wait.. relax, don't.. push back?" Flewf finally looks back over her shoulder before asking, "Roll which back?"
"Oh, push back, just don't clench during the push, only on the withdraw!" Shredtraum explains, "An roll your horizontal back of course!"
The first part is easier for Flewf to get the hang of.. the latter is harder, and somewhat comical to watch. She hops, wiggles, and shakes her rump hard enough to make her rider complain. She ends up metronoming her tail instead, which forces something of a roll.
"Feel good, doesn't it?" Shredtraum whispers. "An just wait until he peaks and fills ya with his seed..."
"Wait.. I can't get pregnant can I?" Flewf whispers, gripping Shredtraum's shoulders a little harder. "I've never seen winged Fnerfs, but there are winged Rhians and Cervani and Khattas.."
"No, y'can't ... yet. I can fix dat, though," Shredtraum whispers to the Fnerf. "Did it to a lapi that used to be a guy Eeee. She gonna be a mom now!"
The Fnerf's eyes go wide, and misses her timing and clenches on the in-stroke, causing another squawk. Despite it all, the Vartan isn't showing any signs of giving up though!
Just to make it a little worse, Shredtraum tries to actually nurse on Flewf to see if she can get things ... flowing!
The problem is one of suction. Vartan chicks must have softer beaks, or some other mechanism is needed. It's possible to squeeze though. A few minutes of that causes the blessing to kick in.. and milk to squirt. This.. may not have been expected, so a bit of choking may have resulted.
Well, a choking sort of laugh! She's such a bad hen; she should be spanked! Oy, when did Nikky show up in her mind? Or is it Shredda is a weird chick too? Regardless, she does relent on poor Flewf and let her enjoy the Vartan. Hey, at least after this she shouldn't feel much stress! Working the bar should feel easy.
Relenting doesn't preclude revenge though! The Fnerf grabs Shredtraum's breasts.. and then leans down to suck on her!
Shredtraum squawks! and bats at the Fnerf! "Ey now!" she complains! "I gotta work!"
"Mrff-muhmff.." Flewf notes, the lets go to more clearly state, "So do I! I g-gotta.. preparrrrre." The last syllable draws out as the Vartan behind her finally gets hold of her tail and bites down on it with his beak to keep it from smacking him.
"You are!" Shredtraum chirps, "He's getting ya all nice and stretched out back there for all the big boys to ennnnjoy." It's hard to grin with a beak, but wow, does the vartan want to.
"I have to.. you know.." Flewf says, and makes mystical sort of gestures with her hands, while her forelegs spread a bit more to lower her a bit. "This is... really.. distracting!" she yerfs. "Is it always like this?"
"Oh no, this is mild! Sometimes you can't even think!" Shredtraum cackles. "But, best to get the urges out now so it be harder to entice ya out on the floor is all!" She also pats the fnerf's cheek and says, "So, relax, enjoy it, and den we really get to work."
"You.. you've got clothes for me, right?" Flewf asks, her tongue starting to loll about. The Vartan is really pushing now, making the Fnerf rock slightly.
"Well, yah, but ya get better tips if ya went nude," Shredtraum comments, but does go to fetch a spare top (blouse and over-corset) for vartans from the meager wardrobe.
Shredda keeps some odd outfits - so much leather! But the spare uniform is there as predicted. Flewf won't be needing the skirt at least.
Shredtraum gets that out! Then goes about getting dressed herself ... in as much tight shiny leather as she can, because she can! Vartans and shiny stuff.
It isn't clear just what piece goes wear.. it's like a bunch of belts (with shiny buckles) all stuck together in places. Apparently, with some effort, it's possible to just barely cover all the naughty bits while leaving pretty much everything else exposed. It also squishes parts in places, where squishy parts exist.
And of course this just makes the vartan cackle a little! She's having too much fun just playing with all the shiny straps and trying to figure out how to cover things ... yet still be accessible. This leaves certain bits sort of framed and highlighted now. Oops.
"You aren't helping," Flewf whines, while the other Vartan says, "Yes she is!"
Shredtraum poses! And ... spreads some places for a view! "Dis doesn't help?" she coos innocently.
"He's using his talons!" Flewf points out. Her paws seem to be losing their battle with friction, as the Vartan is actually pushing her forward bit by bit now.
Shredtraum moves forward to brace Flewf! Which means the fnerf's face is buried in her cleavage! It could be worse, she could have buried her face ... lower.
The two women together manage to halt the Fnerf's forward progress, which just means the Vartan behind her imparting his full force to the foxtaur's hindquarters, which shake in odd ways. At least Flewf isn't complaining anymore. But she also might have her nose caught in Shredtraum's leather straps.
Shredtraum pets the back of the Fnerf's head. "Dere, dere, just give in t' the feelings. Not like you gonna be a mom from dis," she says helpfully, while she unhelpfully uses her free hand to push one of the Fnerf's hands against her lower bits so she gets to feel some of the impacts too.
This works until Flewf starts to really shudder, and goes from cupping to grabbing. Vartans are always up on their toes, technically, so there isn't much higher that Shredtraum can go without leaving the ground entirely. There's a very loud (if wheezy) squawk from the nameless Vartan at about that time as well.
Shredtraum ends up making a shrill sort of squee! It was fun while it lasted; it's always fun to corrupt ... er, educate a new innocent in things, after all. She carefully tries to get the fnerf to let go.
It takes a little wiggling, but Flewf is sinking downwards as well, with her face unfortunately dragging Shredtraum with her.
This just makes the Vartan giggle as she sinks lower and slower. "Was good, ya?" she asks.
"I feel sticky inside," Flewf whispers into Shredtraum's cleavage. "Do you have chalk?"
"Oh yah, I brought some. I knew you might needsome," Shredtraum comments as she pets the Fnerf's neck. "You feel sticky, but good ya?"
"I don't know if I can sit down," Flewf notes, and struggles back to all fours. Mr. Vartan just staggers a bit before collapsing onto Shredda's cot and falling asleep.
"Awww, I wanted 'im in me beak for a little bit," Shredtraum complains as she gently extracts the Fnerf's muzzle from her cleavage and helps her up. "Now, you jus' relax and I get ya dressed," she offers and goes to fetch the blouse to fit the fnerf with.
"Alright.." Flewf says, and sort of floomphs down onto the floor. "It's really hard to.. squat.. in this body," she notes. "When I bend all the way forward I keep thinking I'll pass out or fall over."
And Shredtraum goes about pulling on the blouse, which is easy since it has wing slits and ties. A tug here and pull there, then Shredda is trying up the blouse nicely. She's also finding herself daydreaming about what it would have been like to be a Yodhinala and focused on pleasurable acts every day and night. She has to shake her head a few times to stop those thoughts. Geh.
Flewf doesn't even seem to notice, having gone into a sort of trance - but probably not daydreaming like Shredtraum was. When the uniform is done being fitted, she comes back to attention and holds out a hand. "Chalk, please," she says, and then seems to really notice how small the room is. "Maybe I should use the table?"
Shredtraum goes to the pack of supplies she brought, including clothing changes, and fetches a small pouch of chalks. She brings them back to Flewf, and once handed off she pulls over the table for Flewf to work on. "Need me t' do anything?" she asks, "I dunno mage rituals."
"Well, normally I need to be inside the circle," Flewf explains, and then gestures to herself. "That.. isn't really practical now. So I need something that will fit inside the circle that I draw on the table, but I need to be able to carry it unobtrusively.." She then looks at Shredtraum a bit. "A feather would work."
"I could find something to stuff up your stickiness," Shredtraum offers and waggles her brow. Kidding aside, she reaches back and plucks a long feather painfully from her wing, then offers it.
Flewf sets the feather down in the center of the table, and starts drawing her chalk circle. "Light Magic works best with a focus, and I couldn't bring my crystal ball," she explains. The circle keeps getting more and more complicated for a supposedly simple spell. "I'm going to try this without candles or... other things I'm used to."
"Mmm, yes, your form does have a lack of balls," Shredtraum agrees sagely. "But mebbe you should get a small crystal necklace in de future to work well as a small focus for such usage, hmm?"
"I suppose.." Flewf says. "My field usually doesn't require mobility though. This is a first for me," she explains. She puts a few finishing flourishes to her circle, which has a lot more curlicues than usual. Even the symbols look extra-swirly. Then she plants herself on her rump, closes her eyes, and starts to drone and chant. And make gestures!
"You write like a girl. Mebbe I shoul' leave you like dis," Shredtraum teases, then steps back and goes quiet to not interfere with the mage's work.
Flewf opens one eye to give Shredtraum a minor glare, but doesn't interrupt her chanting. It goes on and on.. and the glorified racing harness that Shredtraum is wearing is starting to get uncomfortable. She probably doesn't want to wear it into the tavern.
Shredtraum shifts and grumbles; she really wanted to wear the outfit. It's so shiny. So, she holds out as long as she can ... then has to relent and put on a much more boring barmaid outfit instead.
There's always the option of just wearing the skirt. It should pull enough attention away from Flewf after all, so that she doesn't have to deal with constant distractions on top of using her spell and serving drinks.
So, after some thought, she loses the top and goes bare-breasted, and just the skirt! She prefers being naked anyway, especially when female ... for some strange reason. Probably Inala's influence.
Eventually the Fnerf's chanting finishes, and Flewf gently reaches into the circle to pick up the feather, which she ties into her hair. It dangles down one side of her face as a result. When she notices Shredtraum, she asks, "Did I take your only top? And.. uh.. what do I call you in public?"
"Nah, I wanted the power twins free!" Shredtraum says and squishes the twins together! "An ya call me Shredda in public, it be whom I copied," she adds as she gathers up her collection of 'herbs' and the hookah, which she will have to sell on top of just helping with drinks, after all.
The hookah at least has a handy carrying strap.. but with wings it'll still be awkward (which is probably why Shredda carried it in her arms on Alptraum's date with Rostre). But a Fnerf could certainly carry it easily - which might be a good excuse for the pair to visit a ship together.
At least the skirt has pockets for the herb-mix bags.
And so Shredda hangs the hookah on the Fnerf and then busies herself filling up the skirt pockets with the herb samples. She also mutters to herself in Sylvanian the prices of each to remind herself, and in that language because it's still the one she uses when she mutters.
"Are you casting a spell too?" Flewf asks after adjusting the strap a bit.
"Wha? Nah, just mutterin' to myself. I know several languages," Shredtraum comments and looks up. "Sylvanian, Standard, Babelite, Silent Sign, Skreek, an a couple others."
"I didn't know you could mutter in Silent Sign," Flewf notes, and begins the three-point-turn process to face the door. She holds her tail a bit low for modesty. "The hallway is a bit tight," she warns, even though she's leaving first.
"You don't, no unless you're a savanite at the time," Shredtraum notes. "Y'smell like sex, by the way. An ya ready for dis?"
"Just.. keep them from grabbing me suddenly?" Flewf asks, a bit nervously as she gets halfway into the hall. "Which way, right or left?" she then asks.
"I do me best. And it is left," Shredtraum notes and taps the ferf's left flank for direction. "An relax! Dis be fun, nothin' bad will happen to you."
The place is crowded, but then sailors on shifts probably don't care what time of day it is - it's their off shift, so they're going to drink. The crews tended to segregate by ship though, and there were enough familiar faces to know the groups from Cloud Treader and Pineapple Express were at their usual tables. A small cloaked figure near the door might be Cricket, but could also be any other young bat trying to be incognito.
"Because being dressed in a cloak is so not suspicious! Oy," Shredtraum thinks as she glances towards the cloaked bat. "Ey, y'all!" she squawks out, "Who wanna drink and a smoke? We gots some new help tonight, so I expect alla ya t' be real nice t' her and tip well. She be nervous, so no grabsies!"
"Hoy, you give her half yer outfit there, Shredda?" a Skreek from the Cloud Treader bunch asks, and everyone turns to look at the pair. And also at Shredda and Flewf, too. There is the expected flurry of whistles and catcalls of course.
Shredtraum waggles her breasts at the skreek. "Ya complainin? I can find another shirt," she calls right back!
"Come on over!" the Skreek calls, and pats his lap. This causes a lot of his crewmates to tease him. "She ain't gonna sit on yer ratty lap!" An eye-patch wearing Eeee claims.
Shredtraum nudges for Flewf to follow. The vartan then sashays her way over, swaying those wide hips as she goes. And if the rat likes being squished, she'll honor it. So, soon she's sitting right down into the rat's lap, then beaknips his nose. "Wanna smoke or a drink t'night baretail?" she asks.
Meanwhile, Flewf doesn't just linger; she sets the hookah on the table, and then picks up the empty pitcher. "I'll get you boys a refill," she claims.
The Skreek oofs a bit when the Vartan sits on him, and the other laugh. "Oh.. drink.. uh.. I'll have a.. fluffy nipple!" he barks out, causing more laughter.
"Don' forget dis guys fluffy nipple!" Shredtraum calls out after Flewf. The vartan then accidentally presses one of her breasts against his cheek then proclaims, "Oh, 'scuse me, you didn't say feathery nipple."
"Feath'rs 'r fluffy," the Skreek says with one cheek squished. And then tries to see what he can get to with his tongue.
And Shredtraum helpfully directs his lips and tongue right to her nipple. "What, ya guys don't satisfy 'im enough on the ship?" she teases the others at the table.
"Sucking is 'is special talent," the Eeee claims, to more laughter. But it's not as deep a laughter as before, since the object of their teasing has a face full of boob. It keeps their attention, even when Flewf returns and slowly refills their mugs, seeming to take her time with each crewman.. even the ones with mostly-full mugs still. She doesn't always pour, either, and it's clear she's focusing on other things.
And Shredtraum notices that, so she tries to keep the patrons distracted so they do not. "Oh, so he's an expert with his tongue, is 'e? Y'all better return de favor wit' him, yannow ... or he might start ... bitin," she points out and snaps her beak for emphasis. She reaches over and grab's the speaking bat's crotch, too.
This results in a surprised squeak, and a slight bite from the rat when Shredtraum shifts slightly. But the sucking.. well, it triggers the usual effect, thanks to Inala. In the commotion, Flewf catches the Vartan's eye and gives a little shake of her head - she hasn't noticed anything about this table. There's still the other, and the crew still aboard the airships.
Shredtraum lets the rat have his fun for a few minutes, then gently pries him off her nipple! "Alright, dat enough, I have other tables to tend to and I can't leave the newbie to do it, eh?" she insists and then tries to get up.
This causes the Skreek to put his hat into his vacated lap out of embarrassment. "Oi.. what if we splurge onna smoke?" he squeaks.
"Mebbe after I see de other tables, eh? Gotta make sure everyones got drinks or we might get fightsies," Shredtraum points out and collects her hookah. "I be back, though! Decide what sorta trip ya want in the meantime."
The 'Pineapples' are ready for Shredtraum, even though she's carrying the hookah now which covers most of her chest. "A round of Feathery Nipples for da table!" a lean Rath'ani orders! His mates already have their chairs turned outwards to present their laps.. and big grins. Flewf is still bringing a fresh pitcher.. and holding back a bit until the distraction is under way.
And of course Shredtraum sits on the table and spreads her legs, which even with the skirt leaves very little to the imagination! She also leans forward and coos, "Chin up to the bar, boys. Two at a time! Three, iffin, well ..."
This results in a rather chaotic jumble of jostling airmen, such that no two manage to reach her for a good minute. It also makes Flewf bite her lip, since it'll be hard to isolate individuals to scan. So she sets down the pitcher and does the only thing she can: pull her blouse down until things pop out. "Uh.. overflow.. this way?" she says in a not exactly loud voice.
This surprises Shredtraum, but she does nudge a couple that way! At least she'll be able to scan them easily enough as they'll be right there. Ahh, the pride of seeing the corruption you sow into one come to fruition!
Luckily(?), the men aren't going to pass up two free samples, so each one takes a turn on both women, and then the 'Treaders' start to complain. At least Flewf gets to scan them all, even if she's a bit soggy afterwards. She tries to dry off with a bar towel.
"Havin' fun?" Shredtraum whispers to Flewf in the respite, "Feels good, doesn' it? Anyone seem twiggy?"
"Nothing.. uh.. definite," the Fnerf whispers back. "But.. might have been some exposure residue. Or could have just gotten a little light-headed." The way she grins must mean that is a Light Mage joke.
"Bah, dat terrible. Want t' take a break while I deal wit' their smoke?" Shredtraum offers the Fnerf. She's a bit disappointed that there was nothing definite, but the exposure might be something. "Who was the most twiggy?" she asks.
"Either the Rath'ani or the Khatta," Flewf notes. "They were together. It'd help to get on their ships.. can you suggest a smoke party or something that'd get us there?"
"Yah, I could," Shredtraum agrees and bobs her head, "Be right back." Then it's a sashay back to the Rath'ani and Khatta. "Ey, I gonna be makin' a smoke fer de other table," she says, "An I dunno when you go back on shift, but iffin you want one too, might be better t' have yours on yer ship so you have more time to enjoy it. So, think about it while I go back to Mister Tent-Pants Rat." And with that she's making her hipswaying way back to the first table!
The crew of the Pineapple Express start counting their coins, to figure out if they can afford a 'party' smoke. The obvious issue is that the hookah only has four pipes, but they didn't seem to notice that. The Treader crew is all smiles when 'Shredda' returns to them, with Flewf carrying the hookah this time. "So.. what yer got in that famous hookie-pipe o' yours?" the Skreek asks, and waggles his eyebrow. He only has the one.
"Ohhh, lots of stuff. Some make you feel all mellow. Some make you feel like noodles and waves," Shredtraum claims as she sits on the table edge and takes the hookah from Flewf. As she's setting it up, she starts listing off the various 'herbs', their costs, and their effects."
Of course, there are eight men at the table, and none of them can agree on what to try. "Wha' good is Lapi-Lovin' when we ain't got no does?" the Eeee points out, when it seems at least two of the men want to try that one. They eventually agree that it should be something that isn't the same as getting drunk or that will make you walk funny and feel frustrated the rest of the night. "So which's best, Shred; rainbows or beehives?" the Skreek asks her.
Shredtraum hmmmmms and taps her beak. "Rainbow-rocket," she says, partially because she remembers its effects and the amounts Shredda used, and thus it should be safer for her to use here. The vartan finds that pouch and goes to work on the hookah; and the amount she uses is comparable to what the naga used, since combined their mass was probably equal to the eight at the table. It takes a bit to get it all going, and the vartan takes a couple puffs to make sure it seems 'right'.
As a Vartan, the effect is a lot more trippy as it makes everyone really interesting to look at. Since the 'rockets' go off from various points.. it shouldn't be that surprising or amusing to see fireworks spraying up from the men's crotches.
"Ooooh yeah, dat's right," Shredtraum coos and waves back and forth for a bit. She doesn't draw again, though, so the effect will clear quicker. She then offers it to the rat first ... while staring at his crotch.
The Skreek takes a few puffs, and when he doesn't drop dead or explode the others start sharing around the remaining pipes. When Flewf start wagging her tail about from boredom, half of the men nearly fall out of their seats from the pyrotechnic hallucinations it must cause.
"Yah okay dere fluffybutt?" Shredtraum coos at the Fnerf. "Y'know when ya wag yer showing off yer assets to the boys."
"What?" Flewf says, interrupting her quiet muttering. She was probably renewing her spell, and so wasn't paying attention to the back half of her body.
"Yer waggin," Shredtraum explains, which means yer tail goes up and yer showin dem yer assets, if you catch my drift."
"Oh!" the Fnerf realizes, and her tail goes down again. Which just turns the tripping sailors' attention back on Shredtraum - but they're staring at her wings, as if willing them to rustle or something.
And so Shredtraum does wiggle her wings a little! Not a huge ammount so she doesn't overwhelm anyone. Or at least she hopes she doesn't. "I do have to wonder if this will be useful at all," she thinks, "No solid clues. All I've done is corrupt a poor guy."
"Dance and we'll get da other guys to spring for a smoke party," Mr. Skreek promises, his pupils dilated.
Shredtraum rolls her eyes and slides her butt off the table. She sashays out to the middle of the floor and with a few quick movements of talons, she's got her skirt off and she's tossed it onto Flewf's back. Then dancing it is; sort of a belly-dance since those are the kin d she tends to know from growing up. So, it's less leg movement and more hip and abdomen rolling and swaying, combined with wind spreading and tilting to continually keep her balance. It's quite odd, really, and not probably unlike a wild bird mating dance of some sort.
Dancing in hooves would be hard to master if she tried to use her legs.. but under the influence of whatever is in 'Rainbow Rocket' the men sway and bob and get giddy or mesmerized - every movement can set off the fireworks after all, but when it's full-body it's possibly that they can't even see the dancer through the hallucination. But the smoke has run out anyway, although some of the men still suck on the pipes just because they happen to be in their mouths at the moment.
Shredtraum licks her beak suggestively, though no one may notice, or get the reference. Mostly, she just focuses on the bob and sway, dancing to unheard music ... which is really just her remembering her old troupe days of watching the real dancers. So, it's by no means a perfect dance, but she does at least know enough to keep the rolling sway up for a while, and to add in her arms, rolling them like snakes in time.
Naked dancing Vartans (that are technically sober) are a rare sight, so most of the tavern is whooping and spilling their drinks. And since she doesn't have anything else to do, Flewf tends the other tables - but is still likely checking everyone, just to be thorough. The men start to come down from their high though once the herbs have been exhausted, the hookah no longer making happy bubble noises.
And so Shredtraum swings by that table and in a flourish, put just a little more herb into the hookah and gets it going again, all the while waving her copious horse-butt around. Then she twirls off and resumes dancing ... and presenting her anatomy to various men ... just long enough to give them a hint before she takes it away.
"What's in that stuff?" one of the other sailors asks his friends. "Who cares, makes women dance naked even if you don't smoke it!" is the reply. It does allow Flewf to make a complete circuit of all the customers though before returning to the Cloud Treader table. She has a very mask-like expression though, and keeps her face hidden from the less-drugged-up side of the tavern.
Deciding to be a little, er, different, the vartan girl heads to the bar and grabs a few fruits usually used for sailors to avoid certain diseases and deficiencies. The dance continues right back to the center of the room, where she lies back and out on the table, wings spread so she can be on her back. She kicks the floor a few times to get herself spinning on the table top ... then it gets weird. 'Shredda' sticks one of the fruits right in her 'gate', deep. Then with a muscular grunt, she launches the fruit up in an arc and out into the whooping sailors! Another follows, then another, as she, er, creatively bombs the room with hoo-hoo fruits.
The fireworks must still be happening for some of the lighter-weight crew, since they aren't whooping. The Pineapple boys, however, try to catch the lemons! Maybe this could become a new bar game. Well, maybe at The Scab anyway. Flewf is wide-eyed, and keeps her tail down just in case anyone tries coming at her with a lemon..
At some point poor Shredtraum ends up falling off the table and onto her butt! This just leaves her cackling, though! She bets they've never seen that done before!
Flewf comes over with the apparent intention of helping Shredda to her feet. "The Vartan in the purple beret near the bar, sitting by himself," she whispers. "He's got some sort of scrying tool. I though Vartans hated magic though.. so he might not know that he has one."
"They do. Dat is odd. Want me t' chat im up?" Shedtraum inquires of the Fnerf as she gets up with help, then retrieves her skirt and puts it back on. The hen makes her way over to Mr. Beret and says, "Ey, sexy, how come ya drinkin' alone? That no way to spend a night."
The man has been drinking for a while, if his bloodshot eyes are any indication. "Huh?" he grunts, his speckled blue feathers puffing out a bit. He tries to focus on Shredtraum's face, then gives up and settles for her chest. "It night a'ready?" he asks.
"T think it is," Shredtraum claims and pats down the vartan's fluff. "I'm Shredda, I work 'ere. Gotta make sure everyone enjoying demselves. You enjoyin yerself?"
"Uh.. mebbe?" he says, seemingly unsure. He prods Shredtraum with a talon, and seems surprised that she's real. "I guess I'm seeing real again." His beret doesn't match the rest of his attire - it looks like zolk, with a fancy looking amethyst gemstone mounted in it.
"Nice 'hat, kinna see it?" Shredtraum asks as she peers at the pretty gemstone. "You sure drinkin' a lot. bad day?"
One hand immediately reaches to hold the beret down onto his head. "M'hat.. f'luck. Mebbe ba' luck though. See stuff sometimes."
"Oh? Whatcha see? Where ya git it?" Shredtraum asks and leeeaaans in close.
"See.. people that aren't there, mostly," the man says. "Ghosts. Found i' on a ghost ship."
"Really? What de dagh name ya doin' on one of those. An why you keep dat hat! It might be cursed!" Shredtraum squawks!
"Got lost in a cloud, out'n patrol, turned around," the man says. "Saw a ship, but wasn't mine.. nobody on it. But found this hat.. it's so shiny, yeah? What a great gem.. Cursed?"
"Mebbe? I dunno! You should get it checked, mebbe. Go to that mage place? Dey not ... too freaky I hear," Shredtraum offers, then leans in and nibbles on the vartan. "An anyt'ing I can get yas to help you relax and such? Good beer 'ere, goods smokes. Great ... tail."
"Awrk, mages.." the man complains, until the nibbling starts. "Coul' relax a bit. Everything mushy from drink.." The man seems barely awake. It wouldn't take much to push him the rest of the way.. and have Flewf examine the hat.
"Oy, tender, git dis man another beer, eh!?" Shredtraum calls out as she moves behind him to massage his shoulders and nibble-preen head-feathers. "Jus relax, eh? No ghosts here, jus de hotted vartan in de world, an she be rubbin your back, mmm?"
Flewf brings a beer, and leans in to get a better look at the beret while Shredda works. "Very pretty," she notes, and gives Shredtraum a look before saying, "I need to go on break for a bit, you alright on your own?"
"I be good! Go rest up a bit, cuz betcha tail gonna get a workout later," Shredtraum teases Flewf, then reaches over and ruffles her head. "Go, shoo, ya been good. Take a break."
After Flewf leaves, the Vartan sailor starts singing. He's.. actually pretty good, for a Vartan. If only he'd stick to one song, instead apparently confusing all them together into one rambling mess. But his guard is definitely down, between the beer and massage, so that when Flewf returns he doesn't even notice that her tongue is glowing when it quickly darts out to lick the gem in his beret. There's a sort of 'zzzt' sound, but no sparks or other effects.
And it's when Flewf returns that she's really massaging his shoulders so he's practically laying on the table (and doesn' notice anything weird). The glow makes Shredtraum feel a little antsy, possibly vartan instinct, but she doesn't withdraw. Her brow simply arches a little at that weird sound.
"Old enchantment, could have been for anything.. even cheating at cards," the Fnerf whispers. "Probably got too close to a Forbidden Zone though, had a Wild Magic taint to it. Dispelled now, so it's just a pretty purple stone."
This makes Shredtraum blink a little, then nods. "Thanks, dat should make em feel better," she admits, "But now we still gotta go to de boats."