Willow is once again shackled to the not-very-comfortable bed in the cell, and has been cleaned up a bit. She doesn't have long to wait before a young Cervani buck (he's only got two points on his antlers) is pushed into the room. He's naked, and is trying to preserve his modesty with his hands. He's got that wide-eyed panicky look that Cervani and Lapis can get.
"You act like I'm some sort of threat? I'm the one chained to this bed, not you," Willow points out at the wide-eyed kid. "How old are you ... ten?"
"Nineteen!" the man blurts, still looking terrified. "You don't stab people with your horn, do you?" he asks.
"Why, do you want to be stabbed?" Willow asks, sounding more amused than anything. "Aren't you here to stab me with your horn?"
"Sackcloth says I have to.." the buck starts, then begins to stammer a bit,"..d-drink you. From you. Milk! For.. some reason. And I can't bring anything in with me for some other reason. It was all a bit of a blur." He still hasn't moved any closer.
Willow rolls her eyes. "Well, siddle on up to the bar and pick a teat," she jokes. "Or, is it you prefer to nurse on men, hmm? You do seem a bit feminine..."
"What?" the boy says, his voice cracking. That remark makes him stand up straighter and puff out his chest.. what there is of it. He the marches over to the foot of the bed, licks his nose, and finally crawls atop Willow. "So.. I just.. suck?" he asks, nervous again. "Should I.." he starts to ask, but then just demonstrates by squeezing Willow's breasts.
""And poke," Willow claims, straight faced. "You have to fill me up to get anything out," she lies.
"What?" the boy bleats mid-squeeze. "Mr. Sackcloth didn't mention that!"
"Oh, so I'm not pretty enough for you, is that it? Or maybe I'm too pretty and you want some big studly guy like Sackcloth to make you feel like a woman?" Wow, she's a cruel one! "Fine, just ... suckle if you want. I understand."
"I'm not a girl," the buck insists, and starts to suckle, with plenty of squeezing and kneading. Of course, being hooved, the arousing effects of unicorn milk take hold of the teenager rather hard, enough to cause him some surprise. He stops, and asks, "So.. do I just.." He maneuvers around a bit, until finally sliding in. His eyes go big when he sinks in.. Cervani and Aeonians are 'just right' for one another, it turns out.
"Well, you do know how to do it after all," Willow teases him. She even rolls her hips a little, enjoying the feel herself, as well as distracting him so that she can examine him a little closer, get a feel for him in terms of how he was affected, if he was, his aura, and anything that might make him ... suspicious.
There aren't a lot of Nordikan species in Saskanar, as far Willow knows.. and this one definitely has a Chronotopian accent. He's soon distracting himself though, thrusting like he's trying to start a fire or something. But he's young, and there's no telling how long he's been a 'working' here. There isn't anything suspicious about his aura, which is awash with lust at the moment. A shadow-probe does reveal something though: lung trauma. Nothing severe.. but he might have drowned and been resuscitated. No signs of Life Magic involved in that, however.
Willow leans up, and whispers to him in Sylvanian, then even a little Chronotopian, probably to surprise him that she would know those languages! She also continues her hip rolling, which becomes a little plaintive too. How nice he feels is sort of driving this body to, well, want him, and is quite content to keep him right where he is.
It's a wonder he can hear at all at this point! But the Sylvanian whisper makes him arch suddenly, as if in panic, until he hears the Chronotopian one. "Are you from Chronotopia?" he asks, with a hint of desperation. He also slows down slightly so he can pay more attention to the answer.
"I am from many places. I have been there, but it has been some time," Willow replies, in Chronotopian.
"How did you end up here?" the buck asks. "Oh, I'm.. Mr. Velvet. Did your airship go down in the sea?"
"Oh no, I'm an ambassador from Draco County currently. I came to Babel on investigating trade possibilities," Willow claims. "But I take it you had your airship go down?"
"I.. don't remember for certain," Mr. Velvet admits. "We were stopped at a small sky island for some storm repairs.. I think there was an attack? And then I was on the beach.. And then I was here."
"You don't remember anything?" Willow asks, actually pausing for a moment. "Another case of memory issues. This gets more worrisome."
"I don't remember falling into the ocean," Velvet says, moving more sedately now. "I couldn't have fallen from an island though. Everything was blurry when I woke up." He starts picking up the pace again, and says, "You feel really nice!"
"Blurry? Blurry how? Do you remember anything about your ... childhood?" Willow asks, then gets moving again, clenching down a bit more ... and using the shadow a bit internally to probe a little further on him.
The probe gets a reaction from him, certainly, as he starts bucking harder and faster. "Uhnn.. yes, I remember all that," he claims. "And heading to Saskanar to study agriculture. Scholarship!" He starts panting a bit, and goes on, "Was a big surprise.."
"Scholarship, from ... who? Did you apply for one?" Willow has to ask. "Why would anyone lure a student of plants? That's odd."
"I applied for the University at Blitzhiem," Velvet says. "Didn't hear back for.. ages, it seemed like. Then the letter came from the Saskanar Academy! It had tickets and everything. I'd never heard of it, but the letter said they were starting a special program, people from all over the world.."
"That didn't strike you as odd?" Willow has to ask. "Well, he is young. How likely is it Saskanar Academy doesn't even exist?" she wonders. "So, ah, what do you do here? Other than poke pretty women...?"
"I tend the garden," Velvet claims, and his ears blush at the pretty women comment. "I'm not from the city.. I assumed the University sent my application through. I had to leave in a hurry, because the tickets didn't give me a lot of time."
"Not enough time to verify the Academy even exists, I assume?" Willow inquires. "And what is grown in this garden you tend to?" She also rolling-clenches the buck's own singular 'horn' that impales her.
"Nfff!" Velvet goes at the squeezes. "M-mushrooms and fungi and a few other things that don't need light and like.. lots of manure." He shyly admits, "I take care of that too. The stuff from the Rakhtors is really fertile.. I could grow real food with it I think. We just get dry-goods to eat. Oats and sometimes rice. Oh! That's what Sackcloth said.. we need vitamins from your vitaboobs!"
"If you don't eat it, what happens to what you grow? Is it poisonous?" Willow asks next, and is more worried now. Poison weapons?
"Well, I know my fungus," Velvet says proudly. "There are some that are fine for Rhians and Cervani, but have to be boiled for Mr. Puff and Mr. Fingers. And there are some they can eat that we can't. Some of it is really bad for the carnivores though. But they eat their jerky and don't care about mushrooms. The Eeee.." Here he pauses, looking a bit upset.
"Deadly?" Willow prompts.
"They don't last long," the buck says quietly. "A few tried some and got really.. not drunk, but sort of the same? And then they'd be really sick. They're not a happy bunch."
"It doesn't kill them? It just makes them really sick a short time?" Willow has to ask. That last bit about not being a happy bunch confuses her.
"It might if they ate a lot at once," Velvet says. "But they don't try to kill themselves. They don't talk much either.. I don't think they're supposed to mingle with the rest of us. They don't come back from the raids.. well, they do.. just not alive, usually."
"What kind of Eeee? Saskanar? Babelite?" Willow asks, :"Wing hands or actual arms?"
"Saskanar.. they're the ones with the wing-arms right?" Velvet asks. "That's the sort we get. The raiders train them I think, but.. I'm pretty sure they know they're here to die in the raids. I don't know why they do it."
"Probably forced to. That's ... unfortunate. Will any of them be visiting me too?" Willow has to ask, and then really clenches and rolls against the man. "Bot that I want you to leave..."
"I don't know if Mr. Sackcloth takes care of them.." He does brighten up at Willow saying she doesn't want him to leave, and this spurs him back into a teenaged rutting. And since he's a teenager.. he keeps right on going after his first fountain, at least after nursing a bit more to recharge.
Given the close matching, that peak makes her peak and for a moment, Willow is floating and squirming, and making all sorts of noise that likely inflates a teenager's ego. It's a good few minutes before her mind clears up a bit and she can focus again. "No other Eeee here other than them?" Willow inquires, curious. "What ... do you know about Stitch's brother?"
"I haven't seen any others," Velvet says. "You mean Mr. Razor? I know to avoid him," the Cervani says. "He looks like he'd like to eat me. Mr. Puff and Mr. Fingers always hide when the carnivores come 'round."
"What are ... they? Lapi and ... ?" Willow prompts, curious.
"A Skeek," Velvet explains as he starts getting into his rut again, even foaming at the mouth a little. "They're the smallest here. They don't mind Mr. Slither though - he's one of us."
"The naga? He's sexy," Willow claims, amused. She lifts her head up and nibbles on one of his ears, teasingly. The smaller ones will have to, well, use her lower passage for size reasons, but ... that should be fine. This one doesn't seem like he's in league with anyone, at least.
He's certainly enjoying himself more. Who knows what else he fertilized the mushrooms with when he's by himself, but Willow may well be his first actual partner. He bleats when his ear is nibbled as well, and ruts harder in response.
Willow won't pry any further, she's bled this one dry of his ... information. So now she focuses bleeding him dry of other stuff. This one is going to talk funny for a few days.
It does take him a while to wind down. Maybe there's something to those mushrooms? But no matter how willing he might be, there are limits.. and running dry can get uncomfortable. He's also in danger of slobbering into dehydration. "Velvet, are you alive in there?" Sackcloth finally calls through the door, not bothering to knock before opening it.
"He's alive. Just ... wearing out," Willow calls back. "You might want to collect him; he may not be able to walk..."
"I'll be good to go in.." Velvet starts to say, jumping to his hooves when Sackcloth enters.. only to wobble as his legs start to give out. The Rhian catches him and helps him outside, only to return a few minutes later with his washbucket and a fresh cloth. Closing the door, he asks, "Any impressions?" before coming to clean the mare.
"Young, naive, and he has had his mind messed with. He claims he got a scholarship to Saskanar Academy," Willow explains. "He isn't bound like many others are. He's a kid and I don't think part of any great plan. They do have him growing, however, poisons that specifically affect Eeee."
"The mushrooms?" Sackcloth asks. "I know some of them affect the Saskanarians.. I don't know about Babelites though. Different diets and all.. but there can't be that much of a difference in effect, and bugs can be fed mushrooms too."
"That worries me. They could be planning a mass poisoning," Willow points out, grimly.
"I don't recall the Doctor taking any, but.. I was usually busy with my own duties," Sackcloth admits. "When you say his mind was messed with, do you mean by magic, or by something mundane?"
"That, I am not sure, but he doesn't remember how he got here," Willow notes. "He has vague recollections of things, but they could be implants."
"Or drugs," Sackcloth offers. "I'm more familiar with that side of things. And I offer that as an option only because I haven't seen any evidence of brain damage. But Saskanar Academy? He's from Chronotopia! Same as Mr. Sprocket, whom I'm certain wasn't coming to attend an Academy."
"There's another Chronotopian here? That is suspicious in its own right. While yes, it can be an impressive country ... this is a long way for them to travel," Willow remarks, brow furrowing.
"Mr. Sprocket is a mechanic," Sackcloth says. "I think. I'm not entirely certain. It does seem odd to have two, one young and one old. Unless there's something specific about them being Cervani that matters?"
"One young, one old? That is ... hmm. Is that true for all the others?" Willow inquires.
"Well, there are three Rhians, including myself," Sackcloth says. "One is younger, and one older than me. But there's only one Naga, Lapi or Skeek. Even among the Raider crew, there are several Vartans and a few Babelites, but the ground crew are all one-offs."
"So, no real association," Willow says. "Well, bring on the next, I guess. I'll keep being the cave whore until we know more..."