Once the smoke saturated the galley, there wasn't much need for Shredtraum and Flewf to oversee things, which gave them a chance to check on the above-deck crew. After negotiating the ladder, it was easy to see that quite a few of the active crewmen were up in the rigging and envelope for the gas transfer, which could be a problem since Flewf needed to get close enough to sense any reactions to the casino chip she carried.
First Mate Salas was still supervising things, but now Captain Puzo had arrived as well, the big Vartan towering over the Saskanar Eeee.
"Well, dere no way I kin carry you up to them," Shredtraum remarks to her fluffy partner while she peers upward. "But what be the likelyhood of dem up dere having something?"
"Well.. we didn't find anything with the others down below," Flewf says. "But it could be something just hidden somewhere too. If it is an Eeee, it could be in the rigging, the envelope or event on the hull. But if it were found, it'd probably give away the method, so I still think our culprit would have it with them."
"Uhhh, den we have a problem," Shredtraum comments. "You are no built to go up dere. Hmmm."
"They have to go past this hatch to get below deck," Flewf notes. "So.. I can sit here while you get them down?"
"Hmm, might work, mebbe. But only after dere work is done. It would look weird for me to stop dere work," Shredtraum points out, "But, I kin tell dem dat a party waits down below for when dey finish, so mebbe dey hurry?" The faux-vartain shrugs a little, spreads her wings, and after a few hops and a really ungly liftoff, she goes airborn. Vartan do not fly the same as Eeee, she's discovering.
There's a squawk from below - probably the Captain - when Shredtraum heads for the rigging. Another difference between Eeee and Vartans is.. Vartans don't really have feet. Eeee don't really have feet though either, but the gap in dexterity between Vartan hooves and Eeee hand-feet is about as wide as there can be. They also have thicker and fewer fingers. Several of the crew notice her right away though. "'ey, you kint fly up 'ere!" a Rath'ani shouts.
"Jus lettin' ya know dere is a party down in de hold for when ya finish!" Shredtraum calls out as she tries to keep her distance. "So, iffina ya slackin' ya missin' out!" Message delivered, she tries to glide down and away from the rigging.
Vartan hearing is subpar by Eeee standards, but Shredtraum can still hear the muttering of 'party' making it's way upwards. "Oy! No skipping safety checks, party or not!" Salas shouts upwards, and starts climbing the rigging to watch over things personally. When Shredtraum lands, she can feel the Captain's eyes on her back.
Shredtrum turns and shrugs a little, then winks. "Gotta advertise," she claims.
Puzo is big, and looks surprised, and clearly does not like surprises. Of course Salas couldn't have told him what was going on, not out in the open where Eeee could eavesdrop. Or maybe he did, and the Captain is acting. "Shredda is it?" he snaps (literally). "A word please," he says, and gestures towards his cabin.
"Righto," Shredtraum chirps and heads towards his cabin.
There's a pause while the captain unlocks it - he has quite a few keys on his ring, and then it's back inside and waiting while he turns the lamps up a bit and closes the door. "So.. what going on here, exactly?" he asks.
"Whatcha mean? I hired to entertain the ship," Shredtraum claims, feigning all sorts of sweetness and naivety. "And get peoples to loosen dere lips on what dey know about all de problems as of late."
"How I know you aren't part o' de problems?" Puzo asks, arms crossed. "What's yer fluffbutt partner doing?"
"Because we have a common friend," Shredtraum remarks and cocks her hips to the side. She snaps her talons and lets some shadow flow out from her and darken the room some, then adds, "Savvy? Mah partner is trying to identify yer leak."
"And you're to get folks in sniffin' range?" Puzo asks, eyeing the dimming effect. "I don't like magic. What makes you think it's my own people?"
"Actually, dere is likely one on each ship," Shredtraum remarks as she slinks closer to Puzo and puts her claws on his chest as she lets the dimming shadow withdraw back into, well, her. "We jus' need t' find one an watch dem."
"Hrrm," the captain mutters, and raises his feathery eyebrows at the talons on his chest. "What're you lookin' for then? Gotta be something specific, aye?" he asks.
Shredtraum runs her claws up and down the handsome vartan's chest. "A crystal, no bigger den a half-coin. Could be on the inside of an eye patch, even," she coos at the captain.
"Yer very distracin'," the big Vartan notes, and puts his talons on Shredtraum's waist. "I tend t' trust my crew. They got stakes in de ship," he notes. "Hard t' believe one'd turn over on us.."
"De theory is one of them is bein' blackmailed t' do it," Shredtraum notes, "So, no by choice." Her own talons slide down and she cups his rump a bit roughly.
This earns a squawk. "Well.. pirates already be low, so dat could make sense.." he says, then lifts up Shredtraum's skirt and returns the squeeze.
"Sooo, I'm guessin you want some private entertainment," Shredtraum remarks as she flexes said bare rump in his large talons. "Dere some time before people finish dere work an all. Or ... do I make yas too nervous?"
"Nervous?" the captain asks, and lifts Shredtraum up before turning and pressing her against a wall. "I wouldn't call it nervous.." he says gruffly before rubbing his beak against hers.
Shredtraum chirps as she goes up against the wall. She coos and runs her beak along his, then even licks at it with her thick bird tongue. "Yer very strong," she chirps, "Shredda likes strong, big guys."
"Rrrr," the captain.. growls? Trills? It's a bird sound, just a very deep bird sound. And to show how strong he is, Puza keeps Shredtraum in place with one hand, while using the other to.. tear her clothes off! The real Shredda may be miffed at losing a uniform, but that's a problem for the future! Puza undoes his belt, and soon after Shredtraum is being pinned in a way that frees up both of the captain's hands. He's certainly bigger, in every sense, than the herb dealer!
The new way of holding her against the wall makes the hen squawk in surprise and poof out all over! "/Yow, wow, he a biggun. Feel like a stuffed bird! Heeheeheeh," the faux-vartan thinks. "My my," she trils, "you /are/ a /big/ and strong guy, arncha?" She drapes her arms around his neck and nibble-preens at feather-fluff. "Don' be gentle," she requests and squeezes him aith her arms and, er, lower muscles, and that's before she hooks her legs around him!
The captain takes orders well it seems, because he grabs onto Shredtraum's waist and starts testing the integrity of the bulkhead. It's like someone taking a heavy log.. to a hollow log drum. It's a wonder the entire ship doesn't shake, but it's certainly going to be noticed by everyone!
Shredtraum's tongue droops out of her beak as she pushes right back with her own impressive strength, and clenching. She also thinks how she, well, isn't so she she wouldn't have minded being an Inala-whore, er, Yodhinala. But then times like this do push the right kinds of pleasure-slave buttons for her. There is much chirping to join into that drumming, also squawking, cooing, and overall deeply enjoying it.
It might seem like Puzo is tiring after a dozen minutes of this, but as he slows he asks, "Can you brace yourself?"
The reply is a very pleased-sounding trill and she quits her own rolling. Instead she tightens her legs and arms a bit to secure herself to him, and even relaxes her lower internal grip a little. She has no idea what is about to come, but she's disturbingly excited about it.
"Hah, loosen yer legs a bit," Puzo says and shifts his grip on Shredtraum, moving to lift her up and off!
Shredtraum dutifully loosens her legs at that command!
The hen is lifted and her hooves set back on the floor, before she's turned around to face the wall. Puzo leans in and says, "Now.. brace with yer arms against the wall... may want to dig in if ye can.."
Shredtraum sets her arms hard against the wall, then curls her claws to dig in and even bows her head some to prepare herself. "Leave me walkin' funny and stretched," she requests in a breathy sort of trill. Pervy birdy!
"Ah, you want it that way then?" Puzo chortles, and grabs onto the hen's hips again. The pushing is a bit slower, since.. well, it's tighter. "Grr, like bein' wi' a virgin this.." the captain claims. Shredtraum's hooves are being lifted up off the floor as well, but it doesn't matter in the long run: as soon as he's all the way inside, Puzo, grabs her legs and raises them up like the handles of a wheelbarrow, leaving her only support her talons in the wall! Then he starts pulling and pushing, building up speed carefully.
Shredtraum draws in a hissing breath. Wow, that hurts. Things are stretching in ways she's never quite felt! Well, unless you count Rugharo. She tries to relax, but there's only so much relaxing she can do. Though, even with the discomfort, the vartan finds she likes it; perhaps all her trials have trained her to find pleasures in anything, even pain. "Oooooooooh," she squawks out, in obvious discomfort! "Dere he go, yah, dat feels ... wooo. Don' stop dat..." Her claws curl tighter as she holds on and once more her tongue sort of hangs out of her beak; she's hanging on as tight as she can to that wall!
Things remain fairly tight, causing some 'drag' issues, and causing Puzo to grunt - it's nearly as much effort to pull back as to push forward. He keeps it up for about ten minutes, then says, "Hrrr, dis way to slow." Then he pulls out, and pushing back in just slightly lower. From there he can really put his strength into it. It's not as noisy as before, but it still sounds like a pile of leather being slapped with wet towels. With the extra bit of freedom he also starts spreading Shredtraum's legs wider and wider. Now she has to really use her arms to keep from getting her beak embedded in the wall!
Those are ten minutes of pain and odd bliss, and she doesn't mind the dragging so much. The switch-up, though, makes her squawk again and poof out, and soon she's redoubling her efforts on grabbing hold of that wall; and her arms are starting to ache! She can't rolls as much in this position, but she tries anyway; it's instinct!
When her legs are spread as far as they'll go, Puzo goes sets off at a gallop. It's not pushing as hard as the slower thrusts, but there are so many more of them that the effect is the same. "Squawk if arms get tired.." the big Vartan grunts.
"An give up dis position. Oh Dagh no, dis is my preference!" Shredtraum claims and quivers! What's a little arm-pain when it comes to such carnal bliss? "Dagh, Inala, you sure did a number on me!" she thinks as she slight-rolls her hefted hips!
Puzo shifts, bending his knees slightly and cocking his hips so he's plunging upwards at an angle. It makes Shredtraum's rear bounce up and down, whipping her horse tail around, but takes some of the pressure off of her arms. At least in one direction, anyway.
"Dagh, you big, strong, and good! Trifecta of vartan greatness!" Shredtraum croons as her insides grim and relax in time. If she had toes, she's wiggle them! Her arms are still holding out, but she's leaving quite the gouges in the wall.
The captain keeps up the bouncing for a bit, then says, "Dagh, I want my hands free. Here.." He pauses, then lowers Shredtraum's legs (but is still rigid enough to keep her suspended without his hands) and wraps his arms just under breasts. "Let go while I pull you back.."
Shredtraum is worried about letting go ... but slowly she does so since he's got her held, somehow. She also tries to wrap her legs around him for support!
It's awkward with the way Vartan legs are.. it's hard to make then bend properly. But it's enough of an effort that Puzo doesn't pull her all the way up against his chest. He then.. waddles.. towards the wall with all the cabinets and shelves. A swift kick causes a small table to fold down. Shredtraum gets deposited atop it, even though it's barely large enough to support just her belly. "Much better," Puzo claims, leans over her back. His arms squish her wings in some, as he grabs onto her own arms and pulls them backwards a bit to make her back arch. Then it's back into a full gallop. Someone's going to complain about having to clean the floors in here next shift, most likely.
Mmmm, there's some pain again when her back is arched! She's such a masochist; oy. She trills out loudly, anyone listening probably knows what is going on! A good thing for this position is she can now roll and push her hips back some too. "Dagh, you can plunder me booty anytime!" she cries out. She's also fond of bad humor, it seems!
"Arrr, don't be calling me Captain Butt-Pirate now.." Puzo says, and nips one of her ears in retaliation. He's still not using his full strength - the forced back-arching is hiding that - since he probably doesn't want to break his table.
Shredtraum squawks at the ear nip! "Ey, I didn't even think of that but now dat you mention it..." she starts to say then ends up squealing! "Okay, okay, I won'!" There's this pause, then she says, "'Ow about Commadore CannonBalls?"
"Oh, you want the cannon already?" Puzo asks, then stands more upright and uses one hand to hold back both of Shredtraum's wrists now (he's got big hands). This is so he can pinch her butt with the freed up talons. "Dis table not stand up to that.."
Shredtraum squeaks and cackles like a madwoman, "Okay, okay, I behave. Just pound me ya hunk of a vartan,you!" She even wiggles her pinched backside playfully.
After a good smack on one cheek, Puzo starts up again. Since he's got both of Shredtraum's wrists in one hand, he uses it to twist her torso slightly, which lets him use his other talon to squeeze an exposed breast while he goes back to trotting. Maybe he's saving the gallop, or just teasing her a bit.
The vartan squees and squirms! Gah, she's tingling from head to toe; it all feels so, so good. Dagh, when did she become such a slut, she has to wonder. Her rump is trotting right back in time with Puzo. She even squirms her wrists playfully; fully enjoying the sensation of being forced when it's really just for play and fun!
The big man starts to pick up speed again, maybe because of the wiggling. He squeezes too, but there's enough squish that it doesn't hurt Shredtraum's breast too much. When the wooden table starts to creak, it isn't clear if the captain is going to sacrifice it or not..
If Shredtraum even notices, it's hard to tell. Her expression is, well, one of perverse ecstasy; eyes almost rolled back in her head, drooling, chirping, and otherwise being incoherent. Her hips keep moving, and her clenchings are impressive, and probably intended to encourage him to keep going!
"Rrrr, cannon gettin' ready t' blow... need... space.." Puzo says. He moves his boob-grabbing hand down to Shredtraums's belly again and lifts. In one motion, he swings around, still holding the hen's wrists with one hand, then drops to his knees. Shretraum is lowered to the floor, and then the captain's full weight is on her back. Apparently he was never using his full strength before now! Even with the extra 'cushion' provided by the position, the force is enough to that Shredtraum would be pushed across the floor if not for the weight pinning her down.
"Holy crap, is he strong! I kin feel it all the way in mah beak!" Shredtraum thinks! What, is this guy related to Rugharo somehow?! "Oh, oh, yeh, dere, dere, yeh, clutch me ya hunk of a vartan!" she squawks out. She's nowhere near and strong, but her hips try to roll back and up in time with his, er, incredible pounding!
Shifting his grip, Puzo keeps Shredtraum's arms pinned and keeps pounding like he's tenderizing a slap of Rughrat steak. Then he shifts suddenly to less bouncing and more inline movement, forcing her legs apart again as he keeps trying to reach deeper and deeper. It's when he plunges in and holds that Shredtraum can feel the cannon finally go off.
Shredtraum's eyes go wide! It feels like a flood has unleased inside her. Her eyes roll back in her head and she starts to squawk and shake like mad as an overwhelming sensation roars through her body as she climaxes, and climaxes hard! She's seeing fireworks and sparklies without even using any of her smokes! She's also clenching down like a vice!
"Oy, you got some muscle," Puzo says, but doesn't try to pull out. Instead he pulls Shredtraum up with him as he gets to his knees (well, the Vartan equivalent anyway). He then tries to get the front half of Shredtraum up at least onto her elbows.
Shredtraum has a hard time getting up on her elbows given she's completely lost in carnal bliss, but eventually she manages it. "Nothin' compared ta you, Dagh," she gasps out.
"Loosen up jes' a bit, aye?" Puzo requests.
Shredtraum breathes out and it's an effort to actually get things to relax. "Sorry," she says as things do ease up some.
"That's good," Puzo says, and starts bumping into her again, but in a more relaxed churning-butter rhythm (well, churning something certainly). "Feel okay, no hurt anywhere?"
"Nah, I hurt in all de right ways," Shredtraum chirps from her elbows. She looks over her shoulder and asks, "Ow bout you?"
"Hmmm, might want to get off'n me knees.. if'n you don't mind being on your back that is," Captain Butt-Pirate replies.
Shredtraum rolls forward, and off her impalement, then heavily onto her back with a grunt and spread wings. Wow, she feels, ah, damp down below, and she doesn't mind at all.
Puzo is back inside where it's warm almost immediately, resting on his elbows now as takes up a slightly faster pace again. "So.. blackmail you thinks? Gots a few men w' families. They always have their pay sent home."
"Yah, unfortunately. No one gonna betray a ship family unless there's a stronger family reason to do so. I don' blame the one here doing it, just want to find out how," Shredtraum admits and rolls her hips slowly and clenching, just not as tightly as before. "And iffin yer gonna cannonball again, mebbe the next one kin be lower where it feels like a virgin, mmm?" she teases and nip-preens at his neck-feathers.
"Heh, I gonna need time to repack the powder," Puzo says. "This just t' keep ye warm and all. Gots any other leads to help narrow the list down a bi'?" he asks, and starts massaging one breast again while keeping his weight on his other elbow. "Wha's wi' the eye-patch bit?"
"Well, de thinkgy will glow when it's near an enchanted token, see. And it would fit inside de eyepatch of a crewman. And, any glow only be seen by de guy wearing de eyepach, so never obvious when it triggers," Shredtraum explains as she rolls her hips slowly; enjoying feeling something as large as her forearm and just as long moving within steadily. "And oh, it prolly unfortunately an Eeee, someone who can fly off and signal a likely follower, see."
"So, no signal sent from aboard.. dat smart. Nothing to test for," Puzo agrees, and rolls his hips a bit in time with the hen. "Big question be what happen if we fin' someone? If blackmail, can't let an'one know, or his family at risk. Find anyone on Treader yet?" he asks.
"Main reason to identify who it is is so dey can be watched and an attack can be anticipated," Shredtraum explains, "If it be blackmail, I don wan to see the one being forced to be punished," Shredtraum remarks and rolls her hips slowly, making pleased little coo sounds here and there. "Coul' also be a vartan, but I dunno many who would wear magic stuffs. I a weirdo in dat I sorta used to it."
"If family hostage, Vartan do anything," Puzo claims, but doesn't sound entirely certain. "But Eeee.. chirp-signal? But we see an airship dat close.." He might seem distracted, but starts moving a bit more forcefully at the coos.
Shredtraum arches and trills. "Yah, likely chirp, directional. Prolly shadowed by lone flyer, that then flies off and notifies the closest waiting pirate crew," she explains. "Only t'ing dat fits the current t'ings we know."
"Ah, so shadow on both ships then, one with fake money.. hmm, could be either," Puzo notes, and starts picking up steam again. "If no sense nothing, send signal that that the ship w' the loot. Or if detect slugs, send signal.. so mebbe know how first part work, but not second.." he grunts.
"Well, I don't see why you signal if slugs, would only make sense really to signal if money dere, as someone going off de ship to do it would be slightly risky," Shredtraum claims, "Tho, it would seem more suspicious if de ship dat got hit had someone leave it just beforehand. Meh, you be right, we dunno."
"We gotta fin' out which chest the target," Puzo says, and dips down for a beak-kiss! So they do kiss!
Shedtraum ooohs! She learns something new! It's not quite as soft, but it's a lot more licking and nice in its own right. So, she rumbles and clenches a little, then rocks her hips hard a few times in reply. And yes, they do need to figure out which one, so that the Unicorn goes on the right ship!
A little encouragement goes a long way with this Vartan it seems. He's not exactly pounding at Shredtraum, but he's comfortably thrusting.. and not talking for the moment.
Shredtraum ponders trying to ask him to go lower, but decides she's rather enjoying where he's at! No more talking for her, she just wraps arms, legs, and wings around the larger Vartan and returns his thrusting in time! Her internal muscles roll-clench at him, gentler, but since it feels good to her, it probably does to him too!
It's comfortable and nice, if not the passionate roller-coaster of round one. Puzo certainly doesn't feel any need to change things up, but the last ten minutes or so are a bit frenzied. He actually breaks his previous record on time spent at full gallop, but that could be because it just takes longer before he can explode again. It's a minor explosion, but still a shiver-inducing one.
Shredtraum's burst is also less intense, but it does last longer and leaves her with a more glowing sort of feel afterward. She coos and trills softly to the vartain as things settle and runs her claws down his back slowly between his wings. "Dagh, I don' get enough o' dis," she murmurs. "Thankee. Vartan so much better den a scrawny Eeee."
As if summoned by the comparison, there comes a rapping on the cabin door. "Filling's done, Cap'n," Salas says through the wood, completely un-ironically in this case. "Ready to settle up?"
"Poo," Shredtraum complains, "Fun over fer birdy!"
"Gah, hol' on," Puzo says, and struggles to get up. He doesn't even wipe himself off before pulling his breeches back on. "Did take a bit, don' go 'way!" he says before heading for the door. It's then that Shredtraum realizes the clothes she wore in now match her name - shredded! "Help her clean ups," Puzo says to Salas as he leaves, with the poor bat left with Shredtraum.
Shredtraum wiggles her hips and winks at the bat. "You gots a long tongue, start licking!" she teases.
"Oh.." Salas says uncertainly.. so kneels down and does as told! He has good balance, not needing to use his wing-hands to brace himself against the floor.
Shredtraum blinks. She didn't expect him to actually do that! She ends up in a fit of giggles for a couple minutes but then stops Salas. "I was just teasin'" she admits, "Sorry."
"Ah.. are you sure?" he asks, and flicks his tongue further north against a nipple. "It could be awhile before Puzo is back.." he claims.
Shredtraum giggles, "Well, in dat case, lick away!" She flops right back onto her back, spreads, and enjoys!
Salas seems to keep to the surface areas instead of 'delving', and then Shredtraum here's the familiar sound of a belt being undone. "Mind if I..?" the Eeee asks, not quite finishing the question.
"Not at all," Shredtraum giggles and looks down at the bat, "But iffin ya want tighter, aim lower!" She lifts a hoof and rubs his side with it.
The bat does just this, where things are a better fit. And as he gets settled, he mutters to himself. "Can't do this upside down.. gotta.. hmmm.. can't grab.." he seems to argue to himself, then realizes he can do one thing a big Vartan can't: so he uses his mouth as much as possible on every part of Shredtraum he can reach with it, despite the danger of inhaling feathers. And he's not too small, even for the back alley as it were.
This time it's not painful, it's odd, but enjoyable, and the rubbing is indirect stimulation! So, she arches, chirps and pets her claws all over the bat. "Oooh, yah, you just enjoy yerself batty. Feels nice," she encourages. She can't really roll like this, but she can clench other muscles to help stimulate.
There are a lot of squeaks from Salas, some of them while he had is mouth around a breast, which meant the sonar pulse went right into it. He's certainly not as aggressive as Puzo, but does prefer to use longer strokes. "Thanks miss," he does reply once his mouth is free. His teeth are still surprisingly sharp for a fruit-eater.
Shredtraum is quite encouraging of him! Petting at his neck and head when he suckles and nips. The sonar chirp really made things vibrate, too, which was quite odd! "Think nothin' of it, you feel good in me, batty. I like it," the vartan claims as she rolls a little along with his movements, and focuses more on muscle massage against his smaller impaler.
It's odd how perspective gets to one when shape-changing enters the mix. Salas would be right up Nikky's alley in terms of length, but being half-again as big changes everything. Salas does respond well to encouragement though! He gives more of the sonar 'kisses' and speeds things up to where friction is a lot more noticeable! He's still putting in a lot of effort when the door cracks open and Flewf pokes her head inside. "Oh.. you're busy," she notes. "Everyone's down below now.. uh.. should I watch the hookah or anything?"
"Just keep an eye on it! I be down after he done! And oh, kin ya find me some more clothing?" Shredtraum asks, "My earlier clothing didn't survive interrogation." She also manages to say this while keeping her hips moving and clenching just enough to keep the friction juuuust right. She then remembers and looks at Flewf and asks, "Yay or nay on a ping...?"
"Yay.." the Fnerf notes quietly and closes the door.
"That's good news, right?" Salas asks as he gives his mouth a momentary rest.
"Yup!" Shredtraum says, then beak-nips an ear! "Ey, I didn't say to stop, I got lots to fill back dere..."
"Yes ma'am!" the first mate replies - probably reflexively to the tone of voice! He then redoubles his efforts, saying, "Just.. unf.. let me know if.. you want me.. to do.. anything special!"
"Yer doin' it right now," Shredtraum promises and runs a claw up his back. She lets her eyes droop closed and she trills gently as the bat works at her much larger body. It is oddly, nice, really. She won't climax like this, but it'll still feel quite nice throughout!
Salas keeps it up for quite a bit - maybe not hanging upside down helps, somehow? He also seems to get more bitey as he approaches his peak, and even grabs onto Shredtraum's wrists with his wing-hands. They don't grip very strongly, comparatively, but still grip! Then there's a flurry of thrusts before he gasps out.
Shredtraum coos and bucks her rump, then clenches! Oooh, she felt that, it was nice! "Dere we go, good batty, feels so nice, no. For both of us," she coos and pets all along his back and wings. "Yer good at dis, thankee."
"Glerf," the bat moans. "I'm glad I'm off shift.. gonna need to recover." It's not like Shredtraum hugged him or anything. But at least he's not drooling onto her chest. "Clothes? We've got sewing supplies, if you want yours.. uh.. patched up."
"Sure, patch em up!" Shredtraum chirps. "I gotta go check on de party. Yer such a sweetie!"
After struggling to get his pants up, Salas picks up the remains of Shredtraum's outfit.. then looks around. "I don't see your underwear," he points out.
"Oh hon, I don't wear any. I like things t' breathe ... and easy access, yannow?" Shredtraum cackles and wiggles her talons at him. "Now, toodles, I'll be downstairs!"
"Don't you want.. ah.. nevermind, I'll get these mended as quickly as I can!" the Eeee promises.
"Unashamed of being naked (heck, quite a few of her forms never wear any clothing, two literally cannot!), the vartan sashays her way across the deck and heads for the portway down. She whistles as she walks, too, beaks seem to work well for that!
The air outside helps her feel a bit fresher. There's no sign of Flewf, so she must have already backed her way into the galley. The bunk tenants have been rearranged too, so that those passed out from drinking (and a few clearly sleeping off their smoking) are bunked while everyone else is packed into the galley, making noise (and singing badly). There's also the smell of food, so at least some of the crew is eating.
"Whoooo! No partay is complete without a nekkid birdie!" Shredtraum proclaims as she makes her way into the galley. She semi-piruettes on one hoof and looks for a Flwf to glomp onto.
Flewf is near the door, since venturing further into the galley would mean everyone else having to move. "Heh, dere's my girl!" Fletcher says, waving from where the hookah is resting (and apparently needing to be recharged). "Woo, lookin' good too! Come sit on my lap!"
Shredtraum glomps onto Flewf and beaknuzzles an ear! "Who iddit?" she whispers to the fnerf, then licks that same ear, "Just not towards em." Then she lets the poor mage go and tries to make her way over to Fletcher.
Flewf flicks her ears, and nods slightly towards the far corner. An Eeee sits there, dipping his tongue into a mug that's probably filled with nectar. He doesn't seem to be very interested in the party, and keeps rubbing his free wing-hand's fingers over the case of a locket hung around his neck.
Shredtraum glances towards the Eeee and bobs her head rather birdlike. Then shels heading and hopping right into Fletcher's lap. "Now, lets git dis party going again, hnng?" she chirp-cackles ... and is also soon filling the hookah again. This time, though, she's putting in something very, ah, mellowing.
Fletcher squeaks a bit when Shredtraum actually acts on his offer. Once the hookah is refilled, the water changed and the burner relit the pipes get passed around. A few of the ones that were working in the rigging during the gas fill-up are noticeably jittery, and welcome the effect of the smoke.
"Another fine night, and it's back to de air for allaya! Whoohah! Enjoy!" Shredtraum squawks. Honestly, she could probably use something to mellow herself out too. Entirely too hyper, that one.
"Aye, back to the sky," Fletcher says with less enthusiasm. "Maybe we gets lucky this time out, and get a good tailwind for once!" he then declares, and gets some ayes and cheers for the suggestion.
"I can give ya some good tail!" Shredtrawn squawks rather crudely, then grabs a nearby mug and raises it. "For good fun, and drunk bunkmates that don't wake up when yer having good fun wit em, am I right?!"
"Yeah!" "You can share my bunk.. err.. and the next one over too!" "What? Dunking drunkmates?" Half the crew in the galley is still waking up, others are still stoned, and a few are more concerned with eating. The Eeee in the corner, finally jerks to attention at the yelling. "Did someone fall outta their bunk?" he squeaks.
"Not yet Zeeran!" Fletcher says. "But you may need to put a cast on me legs later!"
"You invited her to squash ya, Fletch!" the Eeee next to the Skreek says. It's Skeezerikki, looking much better than he did before.
Ey, patty, comere and sit in my lap, dis is a partay!" Shredtraum shouts at Zeeran! "I'm sure ratty doesn't mind! Not like Eeee weigh much anyway! Come, come, have some funs! Stop thinkin' so much!"
Zeeran just smiles and shakes his head. "Someone's gotta be sober to patch these melon-heads up when they take a tumble. And my wife probably wouldn't appreciate me sitting in the laps of naked women," he says to excuse himself.
So Skeezerikki takes the spot instead. "Ooo, you is got a shiny beak," he notes.
"Bah! Yer wife kin sit in my lap next time, so it'll be fair!" Shredtraum claims to Zeeran ... then has another Eeeee, whom she nosenips with that beak!
"Glak!" Skeezy squeaks, and checks to see that the leaf-tip of his nose is still intact! This causes a lot of laughter from those nearby for some reason.
Shredtraum lazily drops a talon-hand in the inprotected lap of Skeezy and starts fondling him right there. "Hey, Fluffy, come over and joun is, have some fun!" she squawks at Flewf.
"What.. do you want me to do?" Flewf asks uncertainly. Now that her actual mission is completed, she seems at a loss. "Do I have to get naked?"
"Whatcha think, crew, does Flewfy here have ta get naked?" Shredtraum asks the rather drunk and stoned sailors.
"YES!" is the nearly unanimous reply! "Is this just so you can have my shirt?" Flewf asks Shredtraum.
"Naw, I just want to not be the only one with the wonder twins swaying in de wind!" Shredtraum cackles. "Seriously, tho, iffin ya don' wanna, das cool. I'm just trying to get ya to loosen up! Or issit ya just ready to leave?"
"Well.. if they give me something to eat.." Flewf says as she undoes her bodice. "I've really worked up an appetite!"
"Oh, I t'ink they'll give ya somet'ing to eat, no worries. Come, come, have some fun! Get messy, enjoy life!" Shredtraum declares. And now it's also time to get the crew stoned and calmed so they can get going. She truly hopes the mage doesn't take less of him, er, her, er, whatever after all of this. It's all an act and a game, may as well have fun while being a spy, no? Anyway, leak identified, now it's a matter of just ... laying the bait.