After Sackcloth reattaches Willow to the bed, he sends in Mr. Puff and Mr. Fingers. The latter rodent holds his hands over his crotch in embarrassment, while the former reacts in a typically Lapi fashion at the sight of Willow, and pushes Mr. Fingers forward towards her.
"I'm hardly a threat," Willow points out to the two small critters. "I'm tied up. So, siddle on up to the bar and drink your fill and all. Or fill me and have fun. You'll probably have to use ye olde back door, though."
"W-what?" the Skeek.. squeaks. So the buck guides him over to Willow's top half, then abandons him to go examine the other end of the mare. Mr. Fingers carefully reaches out and touches Willow's breast before pulling his hand back and looking guilty.
"You'll have to climb on top," Mr. Puff advises.
"You aren't going to explode if you touch me," Willow points out. "What are you both so afraid of?"
"You're really big though," the mouse notes. He lacks the usual Skeek pudginess, but that's probably due to the homogenous diet. He does try to climb up onto Willow's torso though. "I'm one of the cooks," he explains. Hidden from view by the Skeek, Mr. Puff starts.. well.. feeling around and examining things.
That makes Willow make a rather surprised squeak, the examining that is! "I'm not that big. And I am tied up. How did you get here?" she asks the skeek while things get very distracting below the waist.
"Raiders grabbed me off of my airship because I could cook," Mr. Fingers claims, and tries to squeeze Willow's breasts together. "They forgot to get any of my spices though. And didn't realize I couldn't prepare meat.."
Down below, Willow can feel herself being spread open, and something suspiciously fist-shaped being pushed into her, while a little tongue works Inala's orb.
That makes poor Willow suddenly arch up in surprise, and probably in surprise of the skeek on her chest! "W...was this one of the trading ships?" she somehow stammers out. Taking a breath, she then tries to use the shadow in a sneaky way on the lapi, by going in through his hand to ... look for signs of damage.
"Yes, I worked on a ship for the Saskanar Trading Group," the Skeek claims, after hugging around Willow's breasts to keep from falling off. It isn't clear if the Lapi senses anything from the shadow probe, but once he's in up to the elbow he opens up his fist and starts moving his fingers as if trying to tickle Willow from the inside. He certainly seems intact up to his elbow so far.
That really makes Willow wiggle! "You are deeefinately a lapi," the Aeonian squeals! It takes her a bit to focus, and continue to carefully examine him, trying to check his entire body. "But, I thought you were all kept drugged? Why did thet not do that to you?" she tries to ask the skeek.
"When they took me, I don't think there were any others taken yet," Mr. Fingers says, and gives Willow's nipple a tentative lick. "I have to make the mush for the prisoners, but I haven't recognized any of them. The first ones they brought weren't drugged though, and I don't think they brought any in for a few raids after I'd been captured."
Willow mmfts at the lick. "You can suckle, you know," she tells the skeek. "So, you've been here a long time. Have you met this mysterious Doctor everyone is afraid of?"
It takes some time to get a full read on the Lapi, especially after he starts plunging his arm in and out (but not all the way out) and testing to see which spots are the most sensitive on Willow. She does detect something about his ears though. He might have suffered from hearing loss or an inner-ear injury at some point. He hasn't had his resistance to Life Magic stripped away though.
"I hide when he comes," the Skeek claims, and does try suckling. "Mmm, this would go great as cream," he says. "I only get water to cook with. I'm worried the Doctor will take me with the other captives someday."
Okay, so the lapi isn't a doctor subject, but he's still ... something. She quits trying to examine him, and she's glad, because good-lord that arm is distracting! "I don't produce enough to feed the entire place," she apologizes to the skeek. "Why do you think that? They haven't taken you yet, and you've been here a very long time."
"Well.. I have to worry," the Skeek claims, and gives a few more sucks. The Lapi has moved from licking to sucking as well. "What if there's a quota? Or he decides he wants a Skeek instead of Skreeks and Kavi? Or.. if one of the prisoners dies.." The Skeek does seem a bit high-strung.
"Yoooyyooou need to relax," Willow stammers as the Lapi starts his suckling and twitches. "Do you have any family waiting for you? A home somewhere?" she asks the poor skeek.
"Well, I was saving up to propose to a girl I like," the Skeek admits, and does seem to relax a bit more with each suckle. Meanwhile the Lapi seems to have found a sensitive spot, and gives it more finger-and-knuckle attention.
That makes Willow whinny and buck a little, then ends up quivering and clenching on the lapi's hand for a couple minutes. Now that the skeek is suckling, she tries to ken him by going through her, er, nipple. That'll probably be more weird for her, than him!
It is weird, since this is the first time she's felt the shadow being drawn into someone. And the Skeek is really sucking now too, becoming more and more relaxed. At first, there isn't any obvious damage that Willow can detect - no old wounds or scar tissue. But she can tell he's been subjected to powerful Life Magic all the same, from the low resistance he has.
"So, he has met the doctor, but claims he did not?" Willow wonders. She looks for signs of someone who had been shape-shifted. A cowardly skeek would be a good plant, after all.
As the Skeek gets more inebriated, it's easier to do a deeper examination without him noticing. While there aren't signs of shapeshifting, Willow finds an issue with the Skeek's eyes. They don't feel like they belong to the rest of the body at all, but are Skeek eyes.
It's very subtle, but Willow finds that the lenses of Mr. Finger's eyes have a different aura than the rest - similar to an enchanted (or cursed) object. Further probing with the shadow turns them momentarily black, but it's not like the Skeek is in any condition to notice at this point. They aren't natural. So not only are his eyes transplants, but the lenses are magical artifacts (as opposed to magical cataracts).
"Oh Gods, eww, eww, eww, eww," Willow thinks and feel sill for a moment! Then she realizes that means she has been spotted! Not good, not good at all. No planning can be done around this one. And how the heck did anyone not notice their eyes get replaced?!?
It brings to question just what the enchantment does however. According to Sackcloth and Bright, the Doctor isn't aware of how many 'expendable' Raiders have been lost until he gets Mr. Bright's report. That could be a ruse, but that doesn't fit with the Doctor making people believe he can steal their life away. Showing knowledge of deaths would make him more intimidating if anything. A lot would depend on just what sort of rounds this Skeek made: he feeds the prisoners, and prepares food, but what other spots does he have access to?
Willow realizes she should ask such questions of others so that the skeek does not inadvertently tell the Doctor something. Still, eyes, ick. Why did it have to be his eyes?" She tries to block that thought out and instead focus on the lapi and his magical fist, which is making her climb the ol' cliff rather quickly now, and the avalanche is coming.
He's pumping away a lot faster than someone relying on hips alone could manage, and always making sure a knuckle a presses against a sensitive spot with each stroke. He's probably going to have a very sore arm soon at this rate, and he's given up on the Orb for the moment to get the best leverage without having to hunch over. The suspect Skeek has stopped suckling in favor of drooling a bit, and slowly sliding off of Willow to one side.
This allows willow to focus on the lapi, and it's not a few minutes later than the lapi gets an arm-clamping of the ages as her internal muscles tense down like mad! She whinnies and arches as bliss rolls through her, wiping her mind from thinking about the skeek's eyes. Ugh, the eyes! Ugh, the ... ohhhh, keep going you lapi stallion!
"Ow," the buck mutters, and finally extracts his soaked and sore arm once Willow unclenches. "That was my alone-time arm, too." Still, his uses some soaked fingers to moisten up Gorphat's Mouth before mounting up. It's a bit awkward for him to find a proper position, and he rather unceremoniously slides the Skeek off onto the floor. He grins up at Willow from between her breasts, hugs on with one arm and starts bucking for all he's worth. Well, for a sore-arm's worth at least.
At least he's not so large as to be uncomfortable, just ... weird! "Hello there," the mare nickers, and then playfully clenches the other spot around the invader. "With me around, you don't need alone time," she points out and rocks herself a little so that he's got an active partner.
"That's assuming I survive this," the Lapi gasps once Willow starts to move, and actually manages to go a little harder. "Will Mr. Fingers be waking up again?"
"Eventually. He gets a turn if he wants it," Willow claims and closes her eyes. She continues on. It doesn't build anything up for her, but she's doing it for his pleasure anyway. He also uses it as a second chance to ken him, and also reminds him, "You're supposed to nurse too."
"I can't reach easily, and want to earn my drink through erotic dehydration first," Mr. Puff claims. "But you can talk to me.. urf.. if you don't mind me wheezing on occasion." It's quite possible the Lapi just climaxed.. but bucks never stop at the first one.
"So, how did you get here? You one of the mysterious Doctor's patients too?" Willow asks as small talk ... and keeps her hips a-moving.
"Unf.. not directly," the buck claims. "But I owed my real doctor a big debt, and the Doctor picked it up, so now he sort of owns me," the gyrating bunny explains. "It's actually more complicated than that, but.. not much. You've been around long enough to probably know how certain types get what they want."
"What did you owe your old doctor for, then? And why in the world would he sell that to this one?" Willow has to ask, looking shocked anyone would do such a thing. She also clenches down tight on him a couple times, just to surprise him!
This makes the buck squeak a few times. "Huh? Oh, I think he owed the Doctor too. Anyway.. uh.. you know how sometimes airships explode?" he asks.
"Yes?" Willow cautiously admits. She somehow suspects this is a setup that caught him, but she'll see what he says.
"Yeah, I was far enough away to not get killed, but close enough to lose my eardrums," the man explains. "It wasn't a cheap fix, needing magic and all. I'm not sure what that Mage's deal was with the Doctor, though, but after a few years of making payments, he said he needed to call in the debt. Well.. I couldn't cover it, obviously. So the Doctor 'bought' it, and he wanted my family in exchange for the debt, so.. uh.. I guess you can tell which choice I made. Still not sure why he put me here. I worked in an orchard. I can hear when fruit has a worm in it, y'see. I assumed I was supposed to listen for something.. seems silly, with all the Eeee he brings in. But now I think he just needed herbivores to man this place."
Hmm, Willow now suspects this one's ears might be used for spying too? Otherwise it does seem very odd that he'd be here unless it was just herbivore's needed as he suspected. But, she'll have to discuss that with someone else, of course. So, two possible unwitting spies. "Did your doctor do any checkups on your ears before you came here?" she inquires, though.
"Checkups? Well.. no.. do you mean the magical healing can wear off?" Mr. Puff asks, actually pausing in his humping with his ears shooting straight up. "My job here is.. uh.. to listen, sort of. That is.. some of the guys like to talk to me. I'm calming to be around, and as long as they don't break the rule about giving their real names I figured that's why I was here. Aside from Mr. Fingers, everyone is big and strong. I did make a stone knife though, just in case one of the toothy sorts goes crazy and wants fresh meat.."
"Okay, he didn't have any changes, that's good. So, Fingers is the likely one. This one is just fluffy" Willow thinks. She then giggles a little and has to ask, "So, uhm, how many of the others do you have to play the doe for?" she asks, and waggles her brow.
"Heyyyy!" Mr. Puff complains, "That isn't calming. There's the mushroom cave for that sort of thing. Although I think some of the Rhians are developing an unhealthy relationship with hay. And some of the Raiders are more open about that sort of thing. Wait.. are you asking that because I'm good with my hands?" He waggles his eyebrows at Willow.
"Maaaaaybe," Willow claims, "Also because you're soft and cuddly, and the closest thing to a girl here, besides me." She grins.
"Not all girls are soft and cuddly," the buck claims, and then reaches down to pinch Willow's flank as if to test her softness.
Willow whinnies! Her rump does have some softness to it! "So, do you deny being the cave doe now and then?" she giggles, and lips one of his ears.
"I do deny it," the buck claims. "I can still outrun everyone here, even the snake.. and I'm too smart to be cornered. Besides, anyone who did something like that to one of the others here.. it wouldn't go well for them. We depend on trust, as much as we can. Except for Mr. Bucket. Nobody trusts him."
Willow giggles. "Awww, but you'd look so cute .." she teases, then lets it go. "As for that one, yeah, I can see why. He'll face justice, eventually."
"I suppose he has technically, but I'm not so sure about this whole resurrection scam," the buck confides, then makes a disturbingly cute face as he climaxes again. Afterwards he finally crawls forward across Willow's torso, and teases a nipple with his tongue.
"There's a good bunny, enjoy yourself," Willow coos as she feels /tat climax. She'd pet his head if her hands weren't secured, but instead she has to lip-nibble his ears instead. She /will/ deal with Bucket personally later. Her real name isn't Nightmare for nothing.
"So, what's your story?" Mr. Puff asks, and uses his soft hands to brush along Willow's neck and shoulders.
"I'm an ambassador from Sylvania. That jerk, Stitch kidnapped me from my ship in their last raid," Willow explains. "That's it, more or less. I was in Babel on behalf of Draco County."
"Whoa.. they raid all the way in Babel?" the buck asks. "I'm not that good at geometry.. or is it geography? Maps. I'm not good with maps, but that sounds far off. Sylvania is part of Saskanar, right? We've got a lot of trees. That's a very tree-y sort of name."
"Sylvania is a continent on the other side of the world," Willow notes and rolls her eyes.
"So, you aren't a friend of Mr. Bright then?" the buck asks.. and then tries to tickle Willow's exposed armpits.
Willow acks! "No, I never met him before," she squeaks. "But it's because of him why I was taken. It was too odd that another Aeonian was found."
"So.. you're here to stay?" the Lapi asks, and then takes a deep breath, puffs out his cheeks, and blows a raspberry between Willow's breasts.
"Ack, hey, that is not dignified," Willow complains at that silliness. "And it seems so, but I do not want to stay. I have work to do."
"Well.. I don't know if the Doctor can be swayed by nice boobies," Mr. Puff admits, and finally suckles on one of them.
"Maybe I'll stuff him into Bucket's bucket," Willow grumbles.
"I'd.. almost like to see that," the buck admits. "But my suggestion is to get Mr. Bucket to do it for you. Less suspicious," he advises with a wink, and then switches nipples.
That makes Willow actually laugh.
"And if you do stay for a while, I volunteer to be your brassiere," the Lapi offers, and uses his hands to playfully jiggle Willow's breasts. "You're the first unicorn I've met that giggles!"
"It doesn't happen often. I think I have been laid so much today I am feeling weird," Willow claims and shakes her head. "And I don't need a brassiere.
"I can hold them for you out of novelty then?" the buck suggests, and clamps down to suckle some more. "I'd offer to be your pillow if not for the head-spear."
"Well, if you practiced being a cave doe, the spear would have a place to go," Willow remarks with a straight face.
"Ewwww," the buck says indignantly. "And here I was going to ask Sackcloth to reshackle you on your tummy."
"Awww, you know I am teasing, right?" Willow says, trying to sound all sweet about it. "You're so cute I cannot help it."
Mr. Puff tugs on a nipple at the cute remark. "I'd wiggle my tail under your nose if I didn't think you'd bite something sensitive."
"I'd rather suck on something sensitive," Willow says matter-of-factly.
"Hmmm, I've heard about horse lips, but you're not exactly a horse," the buck notes, sounding a bit suspicious. "Can I see your teeth and tongue?" he then asks, suspicious tone gone.
Willow sticks out her tongue and draws back her lips?
Mr. Puff seems honestly torn. "You've.. uh.. done that before?" he has to ask. Willow does seem elegant after all.
"I have been alive for centuries. There is little I have not done," Willow remarks a bit dryly. "But, perhaps next time, then."
"Well.. alright, but mainly because I'd want to.. uh.. wash up first," the buck admits, then grins and goes back to suckling. He lasts a little longer than the Skeek did, but he's also pretty worn out in general by that point.
"Good idea," Willow concedes. She's pretty worn too when it comes down to it, and closes her her eyes to take a nap for a bit.