Snowcora can never be certain what awaits when she finds herself here. Well, except for the Lapi. Jacoba and two of the harem bunnies this time, and the buck is holding an oversized wine bottle as well. The presence of Ezekiel, the Morgue's tattooed human buck regular is more of a surprise. The does are setting out the fur cloak so Snowcora has someplace to sit.
Snowcora could swear she was on a ship, and had a horn, and hooves, and ... lots of being penetrated. Did it make her think of times here? Or did times here think of her? Or did ... she gives up about there in trying to figure out why she's here, and instead sits up and stretches. "Oh hey, naked guys," she quips when she spots the human, then Jacoba. There's a pause, then she adds, "And two buns, so three girls to two guys, we have you outnumbered! Mwahaha! What's with the large bottle?" Okay, so maybe she's babbling nervously.
"I suspect you'd have us outnumbered if it was just you," Ezekiel claims with a grin, and Jacoba hefts the oversized bottle. "Bathing wine," he notes.
Snowcora laughs and runs her hands over herself, marvelling at feeling of being bare again. "Bathing wine?" she has to ask, "That sounds really odd. Are you planning to pickle me?"
"Oh yes, several times," Jacoba says with a grin. "But not with the wine, of course."
"Good thing I have several holes, then," Snowcora retorts, saunters over, and flicks his nose.
The bunny rubs his nose of course, while Ezekiel begins to feel Snowcora over, asking, "How well do you handle pain?"
Snowcora wiggles a bit as she's felt over. "Look at me, I'm covered head to toe in tattoos, I've learned to handle it pretty well," she points out to the other human.
"Hmm, and Hortense has played with you as well?" the man asks, alternately groping each of Snowcora's breasts, as if trying to decide which is the ripest.
Snowcora gasps at the fondling, which makes nipples nice and hard, and that means she feels the rings in them all the more. "She hasn't played with me nearly enough!" the human woman claims. "I like her; she's fun."
While Zeke fondles from the front, soft fur-covered hands start to stroke from the back. But since Jacoba doesn't have four hands, and she can see him still holding the bottle, it's probably the does.
Snowcora oooos and arches her back at those ticklish touches. She forgot how much fun it was to not have fur. Even Nicora likes feeling completely furless.
And Zeke suddenly dips her backwards as she arches, holding her around the middle of her back. "How flexible are you?" he asks, sounding almost serious about it.
Snowcora goes whee! and arches backwards nearly double! So, apparently she's quite flexible. "More than enough to handle satisfying several people at once," she says proudly!
There is some repositioning soon after. Snowcora finds herself lying back on Jacobo, who is laying siege to Gorphat's mouth, while Ezekiel holds her legs high and makes his assault on Inala's gate. This leaves Snowcora's upper back unsupported and bent down as one of the does sits on her face and plays with her breasts. The second doe just holds the woman's arms down, stretching them behind her head.
This makes Snowcora squeak, squirm, and then seem to rather get into it! The position isn't uncomfortable per se, and she's being so nicely filled completely down below, and ketting to kiss and embrace Inala's gate on another up top! So naturally the only roper thing to do is over up proper kissing, and cleaning with her tongue, while rolling her chin to rub against Inala's orb which rests there. It's funny how every form of sexual acts just feels amazing in this body; but then that's Inala for you!
The doe on her face really wiggles and laughs, and licks Snowcora's breasts in return. The does most do with eachother all the time.. possibly to torment Jacoba, who Hortense would have shackled to the wall or something, probably with the milking machine at the ready. At least bunnies taste interesting! The other doe is stroking what she can reach: Snowcora's upper arms, and Jacoba is licking and nuzzling at her back, just below her shoulders. She can feel the condensation on her skin from his breath. There might be other activity in the chamber, but it's difficult to tell.
And right now Snowcora doesn't really care! She's quite happy to be suckling on, licking, and tugging sensitive doe-parts, as well as very much enjoying their taste (as well as probably getting it all over her face at this rate!). The feeling of having the buck behind her, and the human in front is also nice, it's all so warm, and tingly, and filling! It's like this body was gasp made for physical pleasure! She's focused on controlling all her muscles down below to maximize what the guys are feeling, while she works over the does too. It's an important job to give others pleasure, after all!
The doe goes from licking to sucking, and even Zeke gets in on the action. The sound of something heavy being moved around is noticeable, mostly from the complaining noises being made by the does carrying it.. and the occasional thud when they drop it.
If Snowcora notices, she doesn't care! She's being suckle-milked and that's nice too! Everything is so floaty, soft, and hormonal! Especially what she can smell, thanks to where her face is. At most, she's just sorry the other does aren't in on it!
"Don't break it!" Hortense shouts, which is immediately followed by another thud as panicked does drop whatever it is. The doe on Snowcora tenses up from the shout as well, but not for for long. The harem must be used to it by now. It also causes a surprised, hard pump from Jacoba, but doesn't upset Ezekiel's rhythm at all. Hortense is still giving directions to her moving crew, as well. "Left. My left! It needs to be where the light is brightest."
"What the heck are they carrying that also requires light? Oh well, at least it's the cat, so that means fun!" Snowcora thinks in hormonal glee. Hormones have this way of over-riding common-sense, and direct inhaling of doe-mons is probably exacerbating that. She never really stops her undulating, or her muscle-work going on in waves around the two boys bits. She has amazing control in those areas, after all.
From outside all the squirming and gyrating must seem precarious, but nobody falls off or rolls over, even if Snowcora's just got the back of her head and shoulders touching the ground. The doe on arm duty is now sucking one one of Snowcora's fingers. "Where's the wine?" Hortense demands, and heads over to the pile. "Are you sitting on it?"
Snowcora says something, but all it sounds like is weird raspberry-noises considering where her mouth it. This of course then gives her a serious giggle-fit, too! Muscle spasms and random clenching follows because of the giggling. She's also now wiggling said sucked-on fingers, it feels funky!
The doe riding the raspberry squeals and squirms some more, and then Snowcora can feel Hortense feeling around between her and Jacoba. "Aha!" she purrs, and the bottle is extracted. Once she moves away, Jacoba really starts getting his hips into it. Zeke doesn't seem worried that the feline's riding crop is going to make an appearance.. he's just going a little faster because he's reaching his own limit.
Snowcora is right on that edge of finishing, because all she feels is fuzzy and warm, and tingly, and the orb just above her vulva feels rather hot from all the energy it is absorbing. So, the humantakes a breath, then really goes at the three, with rapid hip rolls, amazing rippling clenching, and tongue going farther and deeper than human tongues really ought to be able to as she partakes of the most intimate kiss of Inala's Gate, letting the bunny hormones fill and drive her.
Jacoba lets out a squeak, as does face-bunny. Ezekiel is taken by surprise though, and pops on the spot! He doesn't squeak, but does make a 'hrnnng' sort of sound. The doe is very quivery and damp after that.
And Snowcora is rubbing/pushing her face into quivery-damp doe; if she wasn't covered before, she is by now! As for the boys, they're not left out of the blue when their pops make her pop ... and all she sees is starts and feels like she's floating in hormonal bliss. Why, if she could even hug the doe sitting on her, she would!
The floaty feeling is really intense. It even comes with extra weight from the doe clinging most to her chest. It doesn't even feel like Jacoba is pinned under her anymore.
"Oooooh yeah, I forgot how good it felt to be like this," Snowcora things in happy ignorance and lust.
Finally it feels like she's coming back down. There's the furry lump at her back that should be Jacoba, and Zeke is spreading her legs, and the doe is spreading her arms.. and then her wrists and ankles are strapped into something, and the bulge under her back isn't moving at all.
"Hmmmmrugheplug?" Snowcora says ever so intelligently as she starts blinking and trying to see where she is and what the heck she's on! Heck, she doesn't even know if there's a doe on her face anymore or not, she's sort of bleary!
Well, something is there, and still sucking on her. Until she's lifted off by the other does. Hortense smiles down at Snowcora.. then has to clean Snowcora's face a bit so her eyes aren't gummed up and repeats the stance. This means she looks upside down to the bent-backed woman. "Helloooo!" she purrs.
Snowcora giggles giddily, she's still a bit high. "Hello the there crazy-fun-cat-lady!" she blurts out. "You gonna sit there next? Please?"
"Maybe later, after the pain," Hortense says. And then Snowcora feels wine being poured onto her stomach, which is the most elevated part of her at the moment. It has a cooling effect, and a slight tingle.
"Pain? Wha?" Snowcora says as more of her senses come back to her and her eyes are actually focusing again. The cold wine makes her squeak out, and the cool tingle afterwar,d well, squirm! "Ack! I am not a meal! No marinating!" the human blurts out.
"Marinating.. hmm, I'll have to try that sometime," Hortense says, and pushes a wheeled tray past Snowcora's head. "Don't worry, I've got obsidian scalpels for this."
"You shouldn't try to scare her," a voice chides. Mordecai is there!
"Why do you need scalpels?" Snowcora blurts and strains to try to lift her head. "What is going on here?" She's also looking around for Mordecai now too.
The Eeee appears and bends over to be closer to Snowcora's line of sight. "Just a little modification," Mordecai says calmly. "A little stretching here, and some tucking and nipping. Ezekiel is very good at this. Very steady hands."
"I've got the sterilized fish-hooks!" one of the does announces.
"Why do I not believe you!? Fish hooks!" Snowcora squeaks! "You're kidding, right? Please tell me you're kidding?" She blinks a few times, the says, voice softer, "You aren't kidding, are you?"
The Eeee kneels down and strokes Snowcora's cheek. "I just need to have some of the markings connect. It will partially hood your blue orb, so it doesn't get too overstimulated."
This makes Snowcora blink, then blink again. "You're going to make it look like an actual Inala's Orb, aren't you?" she accuses as she tries to glare at the Eeee! "I thought you loved me!" Ah, the famous words women use against their 'mates'.
"I do, and so does Inala," Mordecai says, and kisses Snowcora's still sticky forehead. "And I'm bound to serve you both."
"Ah, so Inala put you up to this," Snowcora grumps. "Every trying to make me a more idealized sex toy and fetish for all. Could be worse, I guess."
"Well.. not just Inala," Mordecai claims. "Or Hortense wouldn't be here too." If Hortense would be associated with a Kindly One, though, it'd probably be Blakat. Pain was more of a Gorphat thing.
"I see. The Goddess' want to remind me I belong to them. I've been away for a while and they're feeling ... needy," Snowcora claims. Ooooo, grumpy girl!
"I'm sure Inala has a larger reason," Mordecai says. The rattle of the cart stops, and there are other ominous noises (if slight tinkly sounds and be ominous), soon followed by more wine being applied to Snowcora's lower abdomen. Some of it is surely pooling in her navel, and she can feel it dripping and running across her nethers.. and the orb itself, where the tingling and cooling is strongest.
"Eeeee, that tingles!" Snowcora squeals as she arches a little and squirms about some one whatever it is she's actually strapped on! She feels like pleasure on display, or something, given how arched she is and how much her fun parts are on display. "So, any chance we can discuss this and come up with something else...?"
As soon as she stops squirming, she feels.. something. A finger stroke? It's at the coolest part of her skin, near the orb, and then.. a release of tension, where the skin is taut from her stretched over posture. "It might be too late for that," Mordecai notes apologetically.
"We can't use any more wine now," Ezekiel notes.
Snowcora sucks in breath and squeals! "You cut me didn't you?!" she accuses and tries to look up, which is rather hopeless from this position.
She does get to see the tips of breasts, but that's about it. Even Ezekiel is hidden by the curve of body. "Yes," the other human notes. "I need to do the initial incisions while the cooling from the wine is in effect. There's lower blood flow that way." Although saying 'lower blood flow' may be an overstatement, since there's a thud that sounds very much like a doe fainting.
"I am not feeling very relaxed right now!" Snowcora squeals! And this is from the woman that has birthed horribs in another body!
"Just don't squirm," Ezekiel notes. "What calms you down?" he asks.
Snowcora thinks a moment, then says, "Mordecai, over here..." She then holds her mouth open suggestively. Is she serious? What id she bites down?
The Eeee is not hesitant though, and positions himself so he's leaning forward over Snowcora from behind her head. He uses one arm to steady himself, and the other to rub the woman's chest.
And soon she has something to better distract herself, a horrible, bumpy, scaled, monster to lick, nuzzle, and at some point, nurse on. It's actually quite a trick to do this solely with her head, but that's good, it does at least keep her attention in trying to actually capture the snake.
Some of the does help out, clearly needing a distraction too. So Snowcora gets a bit of a massage, at least for the parts that aren't stretched out. And Hortense brings her rough tongue to bear on a nipple as well, rumbling and purring (which is sort of relaxing too). The snake tries to explore deeper every so often too.
Snowcora eventually catches that snake in her jaws well, and 'swallows' it up to her kissing the bat right where the snake starts. It actually does help her not think about things going on lower down, and so far at least it isn't really hurting!
And then it starts to hurt. Things are being stretched. And they were already stretched to begin with! "I'm ready for the fish-hooks.. where'd my assistant go? Is she the one on the floor. You there, with the spotted ears.. come here please," Ezekiel instructs.
"Ow ow ow ow ow," Snowcora says around the captured serpent, which more comes out rather muffled and soft. Probably for the best, really. Wow, are her toes wiggling all about now.
Something pounces on those toes.. probably a doe, or Jacoba. There's also a lot of incidental contact with the orb at this point, especially as her own skin is pulled over it.
This makes Snowcora squeal! Any contact with the orb can be mindblowing, so having skin pulled over and rubbing on it is making her see stars! "Gah! This is horrible," the poor human thinks! Why did she side with the Seven Sisters?!?
It's enough stimulation to almost cover the feeling of the fish-hooks going in to hold things in place. And there's more cutting, but some of the anaesthetic effect of the wine has worn off, so it's a disturbing mix of sensations. Maybe Gorphat is partly behind this.
"The High Priestess will be back soon, Gorphat!" Snowcora thinks as tears start to run from her eyes. Thankfully with a sharp blade is isn't as painful as it could be, but it still hurts pretty bad! And worse, she can't even see it to see what he's making down there, she can only semi-imagine it!
"Ewwwww.." the assistant doe says and falls over, presumably onto the first one. Does must not like fish-hooks. Or maybe it's the blood. And Hortense is biting a bit as she nurses on Snowcora. Her tail is thudding against the woman's side as well. At least she's not trying to really take advantage of how she's restrained at the moment.
Snowcora doesn't think the biting is helping! But maybe it is at least being a little distracting and keeping her from squirming too much. It alsohelps she has something to focus on, so she tries to focus on Mordecai and his pulse rate, and not so much on the searing sorts of pain that come from cuts, and the aches from the stretching.
Mordecai is less squirmy, and isn't in position to bite anything, but his pulse is pretty strong, and the snake is swelling and rubbing against her tongue now.
So, Snowcora focuses on that as much as she can, trying to see how big the snake can be made to get, and how fast she can get his pulse going in it. The pain still hits her from time to time, though, which makes her make muffled sounds.
The muffled sounds actually help the snake along, but it means Mordecai has to lean over at increasing angles to keep up with the swelling. And of course Hortense just has to reach over and pinch is butt, making him push abruptly deeper.
It''s good Snowcora has had a lot of practice swallowing, er, snakes, so she doesn't gag when it's abruptly deeper. This is, oddly, helping cope with the unrelenting pain she feels further down; it's almost as bad as being Nicora! Now there's a scary thought.
At least things aren't being stretched that far! "Watching this is making me hungry," Mordecai notes. Which means there must be some blood. Unless there's just still a lot of red wine. "Don't worry, honey," Hortense says, after releasing Snowcora's nipple. "I'll make you forget alllll about this pain."
"By causing me more pain, I suspect!" Snowcora thinks right after Hortense lets her nipple go and it springs back with a little bounce. Now her nipple feels cold, on top of everything, and it's leaking.
And because of her posture, it's leaking towards her neck. At least that is warm! She's started to go a bit numb where she's being stretched and reattached. At least, her skin is starting to go a bit numb, the orb is just the opposite. It's making that whole area feel warm. "I think he's nearly done," Mordecai says.
So of course Snowcora really starts working on Mordecai, to get him to finish his work too, and so she can forget about what is going on down below. She's already odd-looking, and this isn't likely going to help her any! Since she can't move much, she rocks her head to create some movement.
"Wha?" Mordecai goes, suddenly unable to focus on the operation. He has to move his hips from side to side to keep up, which makes for things rubbing against Snowcora's cheeks. "I think you're up to something.." he accuses her.
Snowcora is, she wants his to go all knee-wobbly for what she's having done to her! Well, as least she hasn't bitten him!
But his claws are squeezing her boobs now, which Hortense hisses about it since she's been evicted. So she kneels down and licks Snowcora's ear. Probingly.
Ack! That distracts Snowcora and causes her to studder-pause in her efforts to distract Mordecai! It also makes her squeal, which given her current 'business', sounds really funky and muffled.
It also vibrates things. Not as much as if an Eeee were doing it, but it makes Mordecai arch his back as a result.
This makes Snowcora pause again, then starts deliberately trying to vibrate things while her head moves
Now it's Mordecai's turn to hiss. With his legs spread out for balance, he's wide open for Hortense to do things to him too. "Hmm.. which finger to use.." she mewses.
This makes Snowcora actually giggle, though that then makes things hurt down below so she quickly stops. Instead, she just keeps up what she's doing to the bat, and leaving him vulnerable to the cat!
Now Mordecai seems a bit more eager to be finished so he can escape. Or his all that side to side wiggling is just defensive dodging. And he might be clenching as well.
Girls stick together, so Snowcora is trying to find ways to hold him still so Hortense can get him! Why should she be the only one suffering?
"Less wiggling while I do the stitching," Ezekiel cautions. So Modecai has to stop gyrating so much (or possibly because of Snowcora's grip). "Hahaha!" Hortense cackles, and grabs onto the Eeee's rear. "You can't clench forever! She'll make you relax eventually!"
Somehow, Snowcora grins a bit, and she actually does bite down now, just enough to surprise him and lose focus enoigh for Hortense to make her move! Hey, turns out this was a great distraction! She isn't even really noticing the stitching now.
The bat squeaks of course, and the bite makes him unclench and start to leak a bit. And then the finger goes in, and the leak turns into a gush.
And then poor Snowcora is, well, having to deal with that! Good thing Inala sort of removed the gag reflex in this body. Or was it Mave's training? Well, one of those. So,poor Snow holds still and .. copes, which means she's getting a meal from the Eeee, so to speak to go with the bunny earlier.
There's just a bit of tingling from her lower belly right now, and.. more wine, from the feel of it. Hortense is still cackling, and Mordecai is bent over nearly double himself, with his face resting between Snowcora's breasts. He's licking.. but it might be the wine. Or the blood. Wine-diluted blood, most likely.
"Hey.." Hortense suddenly says after cackling. "Let go of my finger!"
Snowcora has let go, but she can't really do anything more until he moves. She's also struggling really, really, hard not to laugh.
Eventually, Mordecai does pull out so that Snowcora doesn't go into a convulsion trying not to laugh. He also lets go of Hortense with a pop.
And poor Snowcora ends up breaking into a giggle-fit. Unfortunately it's intermixed with a lot of 'ow', but it's still a laugh! "Bwahahahaha," she ends with, given she has no idea how horrible she looks down below now, she'll take what she can get.
"Alright, I'm done," Ezekiel says. "And.. someone pick up these passed out bunnies?"
"And not untie the poor mutilated human?" Snowcora has to ask?
"Don't slip on the bunnies," Ezekial warns. But he does release her ankles. "And no dancing."
Nicora can't really get up until her arms are released too. Of course now without all the distractions, things feel ... really sore. "Ow," she whines.
Mordecai has to help her up once her wrists are free, since she's bent over backwards after all. And it definitely hurts.
"Uuuuuugh," Snowcora complains as she sits up slowly, but doesn't look down at her belly at all. No, she gets to her feet first, which are all shakey and trying to buckle, before she looks down to see just what was done down there.
There's a lot of purple. And not just because of how red wine looks on blue tattoos. Her skin has been stretched into a partial hood over the gem beneath her navel, probably covering about a quarter of it. While the skin is numb at the moment, she can feel it pressing on the orb itself.
Snowcora doesn't reach down and dare touch it. "This is going to make the orb sensations worse, not less; it'll be constant rubbing," the human complains. Outside of the bruising, it doesn't look horrible, but it will likely look very much like Inala's Orb when all said and done, and very much on display. She facepalms.
"You don't want it to be constantly rubbed?" Mordecai asks. "I'm sure Hortense would."
"It'll make me radiate the urge to have sex to anyone around me," Snowcora points out. "And Hortense was supposed to help me forget the pain."
"Oh, I can still do that!" the cat claims, and claps her hands. "Does! Bring the milking machine!"
"One day ... I will learn to shut up," Snowcora says and waggles her finger. "But, if you're going to do that, you're sitting on me like that doe was! Or else!" Or else what? Does anyone ever really know? Probably not. Maybe she'll just pass out and wake up back where she was. One can hope, anyway.