It's a bit odd for Willow to be standing around naked while Mr. Sackcloth and Mr. Bright strap a heavily sedated Mr. Bucket to the wall shackles. There are a few makeshift tools on the cot, along with one of Mr. Stitch's raiding knives, as well as some pungent chemicals from Sackcloth's medicinal supplies.
"I like him better this way," Sackcloth notes as he gags the helpless Rhian.
"What are the knives for?" Willow asks while gesturing to the collection on the cot. Otherwise, she keeps her arms crossed, under her chest. Maybe to help hold up the weight. Or maybe because she is nervous.
"His tail needs to be shaved," Bright points out, waggling his own naked-but-for-a-tuft unicorn tail. A black, roughly-carved 'horn' is also on the bed. There isn't any paint available, the wood had to be blackened via burning.
"He has no boobs," Willow points out, then shrugs. "But I do see your point about the tail," she concedes and flicks her own tufted one.
"We were going to have him be strapped chest-down on the bed," Sackcloth notes, as he cuts away Bucket's clothes. There are some pretty nasty scars where his stallion-hood used to be.
Willow can't help herself and inspects those scars. "Well, he was worked over," she comments.
"I think he was meant to bleed out," Sackcloth claims, and checks the man's neck. The noose-scars aren't quite as bad.. maybe the executioner wasn't very good, or else didn't want the villain to die quickly.
"Couldn't happen to a nicer guy," Willow mutters and quits her impromptu inspect. She starts pacing, slowly. This mage worries her, because, well, they were after Alptraum once upon a time.
Bright, meanwhile, cuts off a hank of Bucket's tail hair, and brings it to the table where the disinfectants are. He starts dipping the hairs into various chemicals in search of a combination that will bleach them white.
"Need help? Willow offers.
"If you want to experiment, I'll get the rest of his tail shaved," Bright agrees.
Willow heads over to the table and takes up the tail hair. She huffs softly, then runs it between her fingers and tries to use shadow to bleach the hairs out.
Oddly, it takes more effort than expected. And this one of the first tricks Alptraum learned too! But in every previous case, the hair was still attached to a living body (despite being dead itself). But it does turn white eventually under her manipulations, as if she were rubbing away a layer of soot.
"Unexpected," Willow comments. Given the effort, she takes the other bits of hair, then starts dipping them into various vials to test for any effect.
The chemicals aren't exactly harsh, and it takes a lot of effort to change the hair color using them.. and the most effective one bubbles and hisses a bit, so probably wouldn't be friendly to the shorter black fur near the hair.
"Right, so magic it is," Willow declares. "These chemicals stink. They also don't work very well."
"They're disinfectants for the most part," Sackcloth explains, and looks at Willow's shape versus Bucket's. Aeonians are a slender breed, after all, and while Bucket isn't exactly a big Rhian, he's certainly not lean enough to have hips.
"He's not a good likeness of me, is he?" Willow admits.
"It will be dark, if things go as planned," Bright notes. "Maybe we could cover him up with something?"
"Do you have two pillows to strap to his butt?" Willow asks. "Mine is fairly larger than his."
"The concern is that if this Doctor is the same one that resurrected him.. or whatever.. he'll recognize what parts he sees," Sackcloth says. "So we hide as many defining features as we can."
"There are possibly other options, but they involve great risk to me," Willow admits, then shrugs. "Was it common for people to have blankets here?
"Nothing is common here, but we can certainly use a blanket," Bright says. "Mr. Fingers only ever saw you naked, but that doesn't preclude a blanket being available. What other options do we have beyond making him into a decoy?"
"Well, he could be made a better decoy, through magic, but such would endanger my life," Willow admits, and shrugs, "So, not really an option. It would be almost the same risk if I just stayed here."
"Wait, what level of magic are you capable of?" Sackcloth asks. "I thought you could only sense it up close."
"Not sure it matters at this point," Bright points out. "We can fake things long enough to get the Doctor locked into this cell. Unless he can actually detect former 'patients' in some way, which is unknowable, we'll still have the element of surprise."
"Many things are possible if you're willing to sacrifice some of yourself to do it," Willow points out. "Without doing something dire, yes all I can do is sense it."
"We need you able to move under your own power, so we'll risk the deception failing," Bright says. "I plan to claim that Mr. Bucket is guarding you. So if the Doctor detects him, it will not raise an alarm. And since Bucket can't really take advantage of the situation, and has no other real use here, it isn't a farfetched notion to have him be your guard."
"You make me feel valuable," Willow notes a little dryly. "But, thank you, and yes it does make sense."
"I think I can safely keep him under as long as needed," Sackcloth says. "I've stopped sedating the captives, so we can move them more easily when the time comes. Bucket has been a good subject for determining the dosage we'll need to put Razor under."
"Is Stitch still behaving himself?" Willow asks. "Has he made any further demands?"
"He's been quiet," Sackcloth says. "He and Razor have to come up with their own analysis of the raid to go along with Bright's, I suspect. I'm not certain what the Doctor does when he visits with them, other than to collect the bodies."
"Razor is the wild-card. He's not controlled, he likes this," Willow points out. "He worries me."
"I don't think any of the fallen raiders come back," Bright notes. "But I don't really interact with them. Mr. Stitch is our main liaison. We.. know very little about Razor, even after what Stitch told us."
"I don't trust him. He is not right, in many different ways," Willow says as she frowns.
"I understand that all Vartans one meets are those deemed unfit to live among proper Vartan society, or their descendants," Mr. Bright says, and sets down the knife to examine his work on Bucket's tail. It's a bit short to pass as an Aeonian tail, but should pass a cursory glance at least. "We just have to trust that Stitch will sedate him. I've no doubt that Razor would win if it came down to a fight between them."
"Then we may have to be prepared to kill Razor if he attacks," Willow suggests. "You'll probably want to make a lethal version of your sedative to stab him with if it comes to it.."
Both of the men look uncertain about that option. "I'll see if I can.. hmm," Sackcloth ponders. "I've only got two syringes. Stitch will have one of them. We'll need to bring someone else in the plan if we need to subdue Razor though. Those that would most likely agree to are the other Raiders though. Mr. Sprocket and Mr. Straw are our strongest. I don't know if we could get Mr. Cottonmouth; I don't know how loyal he is to Razor, being ground crew. Mr. Blue would probably join us. At least he wouldn't talk about things."
"Fine. I'll kill him if I have to," Willow says, grimly.
"You're light enough to be carried by me," Bright points out. "Razor could backhand you through the door. And Stitch.. I don't think Stitch would just stand by. We only secured his cooperation with the promise that his brother wouldn't be killed."
"I also have more of my memories than you do," Willow remarks and waves her hand. "My point is, if Stitch is unable to subdue him, and Razor attacks, I'll deal with him in some manner. We may be slight creatures, but we aren't powerless."
"I'll approach Sprocket," Sackcloth offers. "Unless you'd like to convince him?" he asks Willow. "He's strong, faster than Mr. Straw and has actual spears growing out of his head. I wouldn't want to risk you. And I'm not just being chivalrous - you are all of our best chance of escaping someplace that won't hang half of us."
"Technically Willow and I also have spears, just not the same reach or sweep as antlers," Bright points out.
"Mmm, you ask him, I think. He'll want favors from me if I ask," Willow points out. "And I suppose yes I am the best chance for Babel to not kill you on sight."
"The only thing that would improve our standing would be to bring the Doctor with us, but that is out of the question," Bright adds. "I don't even know how long it would be before he's missed and someone else is sent to investigate."
"OR even how many 'Doctors' there are," Willow points out. "There were many Royal Mages."
"And we can't risk trying to kill him, since we don't know if he's even alive," Sackcloth says, shaking his head. He puts the fake horn on Bucket, and adjusts the black strap that holds it on. "I think he's ready for his bleaching now."
"Right," Willow remarks and approaches Bucket. "I can't believe I'm going to touch you," she says as she makes a face, "If you coo, or moan, I'll kill you." Then it's the matter of slowly running her fingers through his mane, using shadow just between them, to try and extract out the color and leave behind white. If that works ... the tail will be next.
It's a lot easier when the owner of the hair is still alive.. even if he looks drunk and is drooling a bit. Bucket does not seem aware of anything that's happening. He isn't even trying to chew through his gag.
So, it's slow-going, but relatively easy. She has to pause here and there to compare color to her own, and fiddle with the roots and shape outlines. Once she's reasonably satisfied, she moves on to his tail ... and has to resist the urge to give the pervert a vagina.
So long as a blanket is used, and he's strapped down to the cot, it should work until the Doctor pulls the blanket off. But by then it should be too late.. unless he really does have magic up his sleeve. Adding anything to the man now would probably be a waste, since he won't even be aware enough to really suffer from it.
"Right, I guess that is that. It looks like me. If I were beaten with the ugly wand of grimfawk for a month, then married to a toad," Willow remarks, unimpressed by her double.
"I didn't realize toads married," Bright says, and does put his hands on Willow's waist to turn her around so she can be seen side to side with Bucket.
Willow droops herself and drools to help the comparison.
"The resemblance is uncanny," Sackcloth says. "Well.. I'm sure Bucket couldn't tell them apart in his condition, but I have my preference."
Willow snorts a laugh and straightens up, then wipes her lips off daintily. "So, what's next?" she asks.
"Hmmm," Bright goes, and cups Willow's breasts. "We need to set the stage, just in case the Doctor has a good sense of smell."
"What do you mean?" Willow asks and looks down at her cupped chest. "Those aren't scent-makers."
Sackcloth collects the tools, knife and chemicals. "I'll go have a chat with Sprocket," he notes, then winks at Willow before leaving.
"No, but the room should smell like unicorn sex," Bright suggests. "That way it will overpower any lingering scent you may have after bathing, after you leave this room."
"You just want to bend me over," Willow accuses Mr. Bright, smirking. "But, clever ploy."
The unicorn is still cupping things. "You don't think it'd add verisimilitude to the deception?" he asks. "The other option if for you to rub yourself on Bucket, which I think we can both agree is not worth it."
"That entirely depends on how frustrated I want to make you," Willow points out and reaches over to tap his nose. "What can you offer that would make up for the loss of the humor of frustrating you, hmm?"
"Hmm, I don't have much to offer, I admit," Mr. Bright says. "What about a sponge bath?"
"And little imagination, or a sense of humor," Willow points out. "You don't owe me anything, other than getting me ready to ride the pony."
"So.. a tongue bath then?" Bright suggests. He doesn't seem to be upset about the lack of imagination or sense of humor comment - he probably thinks that of himself anyway. He leans in and licks Willow's cheek.
Willow snickers. "It'll do," she relents and pets along his hips, then around and up between them.
Bright doesn't have the hands to spare for removing his trousers, as they're busy kneading and squeezing while he grooms Willow's face with his tongue. He does rub his horn along hers as well though, for the particular sensation that generates.
That particular move distracts Willow, and it takes her much longer to undue the buttons of his trousers! "Men are so simple, lead around by their tiny head," she thinks, "And so one-track minded. But it makes them easy to manipulate. What a Mave thing to think!"
Bright does help a little by pumping his legs to try and get his pants down, just before he goes from licking along Willow's jaw to nibbling and kissing.
Willow mmphs, and has to switch to using one hoof to help push his pants down while draping her arms around him for balance. She also suddenly has the urge to grab his tail and spank him with it.
His tail is already whipping back and forth.. so that may have been the inspiration. She's got her own tail of course. Although Bright's hands have started to slide around to her back, and may be headed that way as he works his way down to her chest with his mouth.
"I seem to have corrupted you into pleasures of the flesh," Willow murmurs, but doesn't stop him at all. Horse-like lips do feel quite nice, as well as thicker tongues! She does bring her tail around for a moment, though, and swats him on the butt before he gets too low!
He actually jumps a bit in surprise at the swat.. and snorts into her cleavage as well! "Are you spanking me?" he actually asks.
"Maybe," Willow admits. "Is that a problem?"
"Have I been bad?" Mr. Bright asks, as he's actually squeezing Willow's rump. And he also sneaks in a pinch.
"When have you been good?" Willow counters, amused, then meeps at the pinch!
"I'm very good in a narrow range of specialties," he claims, and starts wiggling his fingers down there.
"Not being distracted isn't one of them. You have work to do," Willow claims and taps his nose, then pushes it lower as a suggestion.
Bright has to actually lift Willow up a bit to get low enough, but there's the issue of the low ceiling and a tall horn. So he starts to maneuver her towards the table, where she can sit down at least.
Willow does to the table and sits on it. She knows it's fairly strong, after all; it survived Sackcloth! "Good boy," she says and pats him on the top of the head.
It helps that Bright has a convenient handle for steering his head, also. So Willow can keep him where she wants for as long as she wants. And it takes her a while to realize he's been spelling her name over and over down there. The palindrome effect made it hard to discern.
Willow giggles and squirms. She does use the horn to kind of direct him, but probably also to tease him. "So, how do I taste, hmm?" she teases.
"Like.. you," Bright mutters, his lips a bit busy. "Don't 'member tastin' an'one else.."
"Well, you're doing good at getting the saddle ready for the pony," Willow jokes, then idly wonders if any Rhians have ever made such lame jokes in such moments. "I'm ready, are you?"
"Yeth," Bright says, his tongue still dangling a bit as he stands up and leans into Willow. Now, this is a new geometry for Bright, so it takes him a few tries to figure out where to hold onto Willow so that nothing flops about. In the end he holds her legs up so that her knees can hinge over his elbows.
Yeep! goes Willow, as she goes back in this rather odd table-top position. "Now I really wonder what all your past entailed!" she squeals out, probably to tease, but also as an outlet to getting speared while sensitive!
"Perhaps I build bridges," Bright suggests and goes about.. very carefully making love. Where Sackcloth would just stop short of destroying the furniture, Bright is very cautious and deliberate to start with. The table isn't built all that well. None of the legs seems to be the same length, for instance.
"You don't have the personality of a diplomat," Willow quips as she relaxes back and enjoys! Well, mostly, the table is lumpy and wobbles all over the place. She has to roll what she can, but balance that with table movements. There's probably some secret Yodhinala art for making love on unstable surfaces, instead of with unstable people.
Bright tries to help the wobbliness by lifting Willow's hips higher.. which ends with her back arched a bit and him entering at an unusual angle.. but it does stimulate surfaces that did not usually get much attention at least.
"I feel like a twisted breadstick!" Willow giggles at this weird position. The sensations are ... sorta like someone using the other passage, but, less painful and smoother! "You do realize once this is over we will go our separate ways, yes?" she asks.
"Yes," Bright admits. "Which is why I must make as many memories as I can in the moment. Perhaps the intensity of experience will translate to persistence of memory." He shifts to lean forward, so he can press down against Willow and also gets his forearms under her (even though this means bringing her knees closer to her ribs). It's definitely a test of flexibility for the mare.
"Uhm ... don't break me..." Willow requests as she bends more than she thought she could! But, she's also unable to actuallt do much in response, she has no leverage!
"Are you sure?" Bright asks. "Isn't that one does to ponies so they can be ridden?" Now that he's more horizontal, he's more confident in his thrusting.
"Ah, getting me back for all my teasing, I see," Willow snorts, amused. She sticks out her tongue and tries to roll her hips, but finds that hard, so she works internal muscles instead!
That also is harder to manage, the way her thigh muscles are being stretched. But it's still enough to make Bright whicker a bit. At least until his dips his head down and starts to suckle. There's more tugging that he usually does.
Well, now that hurts a little, but she kind of likes it. Well, she is a pervert when it comes down to it. So, now when he tugs, she clenches! She also ends up grabbing his horn so he doesn't spear her chin accidentally!
Since his primary horn is immobilized (and probably because of the effect of the milk) Bright redoubles his efforts with this secondary one. There's a lot of slapping, due to the stretched out nature of Willow's rump in his position.
Soon there is a whole lot of eeping going on, one with each sudden thrust! It feels like he's going halfway up her belly each time. "I fear I've broken you," she admits!
"Is that bad?" Bright asks, having to release a teat to do so. He then presses in deep.. just so he doesn't have to stretch far to kiss Willow.
"Well, no," Willow starts to say, then is silenced by the kiss. Inwardly, she sighs and tilts her head, basking in the kiss. Gods, when did she become such a slut! Must be Mave's fault, she deicdes as inner muscles ripple-clench in the patterns made taught her. Oh gods, and Mave's training tool, the bar with squeeze points to practice clenching on. That was bad enough, but the way it rated your muscle strength by how far the googly-eyed bat head on the end eyes open up.
Bright's eyes don't go googly.. not right away anyway. But he does drive slower and deeper in response to the squeezing, causing the table to scrape against the floor and creak ominously.
"There has been more unicorn sex here, than all of Sinai in the past century," Willow giggles out when the thought hits her. Of course giggling makes her clenching spasm some, but that probably feels good!
"Urf!" Bright responds, either to the comment, the giggle or the spasm and pops his cork. It doesn't stop him.. he just switches from slow and deep to fast and short to try and finish Willow off.
As if Willow couldn't arch any more, she somehow manages to! This makes her see stars. Or maybe it's because pleasure is gripping her insides in all sort s of ways, and causing muscles to clench and spasm like mad! It's such a good thing she can't actually get pregnant; with as many men as her various forms have been with ... were she natural, there's no way she'd have avoided it! And now she lies there twitching, moaning, and shivering!
Bright finally lets Willow's legs return to a less awkward configuration. "Thank you for not kicking me in the head," he says, ever the romantic.
"You need lessons on how to court a woman," Willow remarks as she un-bends and things ... complain.
"Why would I need to court a woman?" the unicorn asks.
"So you aren't lonely?" Willow asks.
This seems to confuse Bright. "I am not certain," he admits. "Is it like boredom?"
"It makes boredom worse," Willow explains.
"I suppose I could write another book," Bright says. "I don't remember writing that previous ones."
Willow sighs and shakes her head. "You are your own worst enemy," she remarks.
"If only," Bright claims. "I'm fairly certain I could vanquish myself." He finally pulls out, and offers Willow a hand up off her back.
Willow accepts the help up. She stretches once up and her back makes several audible popping sounds. "You couldn't vaquish a kyootcumber in an actual fight," she says, smiling. "It's cute. You are no warrior; you're too sheltered."
"I like shelter," Bright says. Then seems to think about it for a moment. "Less sheltered than being in a cave until I lose all track of time, however."
"I prefer not hiding from the world. I meet people, I travel," Willow notes. "It's better to live and risk it being short, than hiding behind books and living forever."
"I'm sure I had a good reason," Bright claims, and gets his pants back on. "Shall we retire to enjoy some oats before trying to trick someone that has half the people here terrified?"
"Sounds like a futile and hopeless task. It'll be fun!" Willow declares and grins. "I'll make a man of you yet," she adds and hooks her arm with his. "And get a better meal once out of this place."