When official courier for the Countess Draco Dar Siefert arrives at the Coalition Tower, he checks in like anyone else at the reception area, without mentioning that he's there to see Thath. He has a seat in the waiting area for just a few minutes, however, before Abel the Savanite comes to collect him. Given how busy the area is, it isn't something likely to draw attention. But then it's a bit of a hike up narrow stairwells and through various busy behind-the-scenes areas where staff are busy with various tasks, including one room where a group of Babelites is poking suspiciously at an Abaddonian typewriter, as if it might bite them. Although one of the Eeee secretaries is sucking on a fingertip, so that may have actually happened.
After the staff areas are left behind, it's into the old slave corridors - and through many locked doors with puzzle-style locks - including 'sigil locks' that Abel inserts his entire hand into and presumably makes certain hand-signs hidden from view.
"Have things been fairly quiet here?" Dar inquires in sort of idle small-talk. "I've heard all sorts of strange rumors about things out in the city. I was wondering if they've reached here as well and if there were any truth to them. Issues with trade routes and the like."
"It is never quiet in this place," Able signs over his shoulder as they ascend yet another steep staircase. "Everything is an emergency for somebody. Worry over rumors. Worry over facts. Worry over being prepared, not prepared, or when somebody else is prepared first."
"Ah, so no different here than back home. Politics make such strange bedfellows, I suppose. And rarely good ones," Dar remarks. "I hope at least there hasn't been any attempts on lives lately. That Babel tradition needs to fade quickly."
"I wouldn't know, as nobody admits if they are the target of assassins," Abel signs. "That being signed, the Prime Minister receives a constant stream of death threats which he dismisses out of hand, since a competent killer would not announce their intentions in such a way."
"Who is sending him death threats?" Dar has to ask. "And a smart one might send one, and expect it to get ignored as blustering ... and use that as a blind to actually implement it due to guard being relaxed in that regard."
"I do not think any of them are signed," Abel signs. "Not with real names. Most that are use the names of someone they probably want to see punished for it. I suspect the minister saves the ones he finds impressive, in the way that some learned men might collect poetry."
"Heh, then I wonder how many were signed The Barsunala, or some such nonsense," Dar remarks, amused.
"I am not certain anyone is daring enough to implicate a deity in such threats, although I am sure some claim to pray to one for the minister's demise," Abel replies, then has to pause to unlock another narrow door, leading to a passage that is best negotiated by moving sideways through.
"You had better hope there is never a fire in here, as you're not getting out easily," Dar points out, regarding the uncomfortable confines requiring wing-squishing as he scoots sideways. "What about you? Hanging out with all the cute ladies and impressing them?"
"The appreciate my skills as a hairdresser," the cheetah claims. Then there's a clicking sound and part of the wall slides away, leading into a small windowless room. Abel lets an oil lamp, revealing two comfortable looking chairs and nothing else. "Please have a seat."
"A hair dresser? Ah, so you prefer to hang with the boys, then?" Dar teases and even elbows the savanite a little. He moves quickly to a seat afterwards in case the cat wants to hit him after that.
"It depends on what is hanging," the servant signs, then goes to the room's non-secret door and raps on it in some sort of code. Then responds with a different one after receiving a few knocks back. Then a slit slides open and someone with big Eeee eyes looks in. Then another one opens midway down the door and Abel puts his hand through it. There's no way to see what's happening on the other side, but muscles flex subtly in the Savanite's arm, hinting that he's signing something.
"Well, this is a bit ridiculous," Dar thinks as he watches the absurdity of the security measures. "What do you prefer hanging?" he has to ask.
"Tails," Abel signs back with his free hand. There's a bolt sound from the panel they came through, so that's likely locked now. Then Abel withdraws his hand. "Forgive me for the lack of amenities. But these measures are what allow the minister to ignore the death threats."
"Eeee don't have tails," Dar points out. "And this a bit overkill, but I do understand. Horrid way to live, though."
"The minister learned well from the days of the Sabaoth," Abel says. "But at least now visitors aren't made to drink poison, with the antidote administered after the meeting. I do not think that was as affective as the Sabaoth thought it would be. I am told one of his Royal Mages advised killing all messengers first, then summoning their spirits to deliver the messages."
"Both of those approaches is highly idiotic," Dar remarks. "It would be simpler to just have a mind mage read their minds."
"The Sabaoth probably did that to ensure he wasn't being lied to," Abel signs. Then the door slit opens again and the guard makes sure nothing has changed, before the door opens and Thath seems to glide in, since his feet are hidden by his robe. "Mr. Siefert," Thath says, and gives a slight dip of his head. That seems to be signal enough, and the door closes behind him. "I have been practicing my Sylvanian," he says without sounding too off. It's a language that Abel likely doesn't understand, after all.
"Your accent is ... not the worst I've heard. Impressive for so little time using the language," Dar replies in Sylvanian now and nods his head politely in greeting as well. It's a language few in the city probably know, so aside from Abel likely not understanding it ... most spies wouldn't either. "I apologize for the sudden visit, but it seems you are a current target of the remaining Royal Mages. You were the goal of all the airship trade raids that were practicing strategy."
"An odd connection to make, since I do not travel by airship," Thath notes. "I never leave the tower. I would think the Royal Mages would be more interested in avoiding my reach than to come after me. What purpose could they have?"
"It was to divert city defenses to leave the tower more vulnerable. As for why, you're in the best position to answer that," Dar notes and steeples his fingers. "I think they want something you have that you took from them."
"I took many things from them, but I do not personally keep them," Thath says, finally sitting in the other chair and leaning forward, steepled fingers touching his chin. "So, what is driving them to recover this thing? What is more valuable to them than their lives?"
"Well, that depends on what the thing is. That we don't know. What things did you take from them? And do you keep any of them at all?" Dar has to ask.
"I have artifacts that were not taken from the Mages," Thath points out. "Many that were locked away. But none were rated as so important that the Mages would try and reclaim them. Without them, their power is not what it once was. How much more do you know about their motives?"
"Well, what items are those that you do have, that were not taken from the mages. As for their other motivations, well, they are working for Amenlichli, most likely. The devices they are using are linked to her," Dar notes.
Now Thath leans back. "Amenlichli, but not the General?" he asks. "The Sabaoth was an avid collector of oddities from around the world. Many with no known purpose, but he was especially fond of Exile artifacts and Sifran crystal. But only if it could be proven to be Exile in origin. Which came down to items possessing properties not found in this world."
"Yes, Amenlichli, not the General. I can link at least three artifacts directly to her; and they were probably obtained a long time ago from a dead City in the wastes not so far from here," Dar explains and shifts a little bit. "As for what you might have ... they might be looking for some sort of key, or activation token for a larger thing they already have."
"I was expecting the General," Thath admits. "The Sabaoth was not a fool. He knew the guiding force behind his reign, I suspect, and was trying to prepare for the day he would have to deal with it. I have a suspicion now of that item they may be after. Something that came not to the Sabaoth, but to the High Princess. She didn't know what to make of it, and I did not inform her of the Sabaoth's search. But it is tied to Amenlichli, but not directly. It is presumably a weapon. One that could end her."
"I can say what they do have they use to resurrect those close to death, or transfer consciousness between bodies, or even combine bodies," Dar notes. "Another things to consider as a possibility is ... maybe this is some approach to create Amenlichli a new line of hosts. Her old line is ... indisposed, after all." The younger Eeee then taps his fingers a few times and has to ask, "Is this item a star-shaped sword?"
"No, but the details of prophecies are never quite trustworthy, if one trusts in prophecies at all," Thath notes. "The Sabaoth thought it might be anything, so long as it came from outside of this reality. This particular item had one extra thing going for it: someone else was already looking for it. By the time it was brought to Babel it was too late for the Sabaoth, of course. It isn't a sword, but a dagger. Allegedly. It can't be drawn from its sheath."
"Can I see this dagger?" Dar requests. "I think you mostly trust me."
"You'll have to come to the residence," Thath notes. "Less discreetly. Come as yourself. I'm curious to see who is shaken by such a visit. Do you already have plans for later?"
"Less discretely? You want to now use me as political ammunition, so to speak?" Dar has to ask.
"I want to know who is spying on me," Thath notes. "The Mages must have spies too, after all. Unless you would rather they not know of your involvement?"
"It's not that. I just thought you wanted to keep our relationship mostly quiet, so to speak. If that is no longer the case, then I can certainly appear as myself," Dar notes and shrugs a little.
"Hmm, perhaps it isn't the time yet," Thath says. "Such a thing will need to be more public when it matters. I will just have to make arrangements for the courier to be welcomed. There are no hidden paths to the manse from within the tower, but a palanquin can be arranged. Where is a good place to have you picked up?"
"Are you certain?" Dar asks, "I really can come as myself. I am just concerned about the political implications for you. But, as for where, that's a question. Possibly the Paradise club in town; I know where that is and it is reasonably neutral ground. I am open to other suggestions, though."
"Inala's Paradise?" Thath asks. "That is where Bara the Spider Queen reigns. I suppose there is plenty of private air traffic for that locale though."
"The Spider Queen?" Dar has to ask. "That's not a name I have heard for her. Where did that come from?"
"My own pet name for her," Thath says. "She casts a wide web that draws in many. They feed her information, rather than life. That is, she is very well connected on all levels of Babelite society, which is unique."
"But, her goal is not to eat people," Dar points out. "I know her personally, and she does actually seem to be trying to help people."
"Yes. A shame that we couldn't meet," Thath says, and spreads his hands. "I doubt it would be good for her reputation, and she would likely refuse such an invitation."
"Very likely. She has her circle and keeps to it. I am an aberration in that; but then I can slip in and out before most people even know it," Dar admits. "Anyway, she does try to stay out of mainstream politics."
"You are not a political figure," Thath notes. "But no doors are barred to death, so you can be anywhere, go anywhere, and talk to anyone."
"Except family, and only then by somewhat of an appointment," Dar remarks rather dryly. "And in disguise."
"I will arrange for a palanquin to be there at dawn," Thath says. "It will have the livery of private taxi service. I find that is the best time of day, when the transition from dark to light makes vision less acute for Eeee onlookers. You'll be brought to a nearby tower to transfer to my official palanquin. Does the timing work for you?"
"My schedule is likely more flexible than yours is. I can make it work fine," Dar says and nods slightly at that. "Do you have any requests regarding this visit? I know mine is to see the dagger mostly, but what do you wish from it?"
"If it is the object the Mages or the Undead Queen is after, then I would suggest you take it for safe keeping," Thath says. "There may be other objects as well, which you see the potential in that I have not. And I would like to know how you are doing, in a more relaxed environment."
"All right. I think both can be done. Plus, I could also ask my secretary to identify unknowns if it comes to it. I am not sure if you have met her or not," Dar admits.
"You are bringing someone with you?" Thath asks. "I will be sure to arrange for two. Or is it a spirit of some sort?"
"She is ... hard to explain. She is sort of a spirit, and has no physical form unless I help give her one," Dar tries to explain, politely. "She is also opinionated and can be rather rude."
"Most secretaries are after awhile," Thath notes. "Do you trust her?"
"I do. Even if I didn't, I do control her existence and future ... so I have leverage if I needed it," Dar admits.
"Job security is something most will swallow their pride for," Thath agrees. "Do you need anything from me? Do you need funds or clothing or other services?"
"Not at the moment, but I will think on that and let you know if something comes to mind," Dar says, "I'm not used to having access to, well, anything, so I've learned to make due without."
"I would feel reassured if you had some sort of support," Thath claims. "I have assumed the Yodh were taking care of you."
"Support is ... a relative term," Dar admits a bit vaguely. "I am not struggling, if not entirely comfortable."
"We can discuss your situation at length in the morning," Thath says, and stands up. "But know that you need not be without comfort or support. Not official support, of course, but family."
"All right," Dar says and mirrors Thath by standing up. "I will see you again in a few hours I suppose. Time enough for a nap, perhaps."
"I look forward to seeing you," Thath says, before turning to the door. Abel comes back to attention and does his knock, and the door opens for Thath.
Dar briefly wonders if Thath has ever made Abel wear a dress, but thinks better than asking that. "Be well. If I learn anything in the meantime more about what the mages are up to, I will let you know. Minimally, I'll check my notes and bring you their names so you know at least three that escaped. There are more out there, unfortunately, unnamed ones."
Thath nods again to Dar, before the door closes. "Back down into the maze" Abel signs, looking too cheerful. "I would not want to be a courier."
"How about a maid?" Dar has to ask as he takes hold of Abel's tail as if he needs a guide.
"I am already a butler," Abel signs. "But I can summon a maid if you like. What do you need to have polished or dusted off?"
"No no, you dressed as a maid, in a little frilly dress," Dar jokes and pumps the tail he holds like a well pump a little.
"I can hardly fit into something small," Abel notes, after the 'thunk' from the wall indicates the secret panel has been unbolted. He opens it and looks back at Dar. "Are Sylvanian men as slight as women, or the women as big as the men for them to easily swap uniforms?" His ears wiggle as he signs of course.
"Of course not, but I think you would be cute in a dress," Dar remarks with a bemused sort of grin. He flashes his teeth as he passes by Abel and exits the room.
"Too late. I am picturing you in a Sylvanian dress now," Abel signs. "Are they frilly? It does not seem a land prone to frills, from what I have heard."
"Some can be very frilly, actually. In a spooky sort of way," Dar remarks as he lets Abel pass him so he can sign backwards for easy communication.
"I did not know that frilly dresses can be spooky," Abel signs back, lighting the way with the lantern held in his other hand. "What makes them spooky?"
"Dark lace, spidery designs, blood red highlights, that sort of thing," Dar explains. "What, you like your guys in a dress, do you?"
"I would not instruct my male underlings to dress as maids," Abel claims. "I do not have access to any other style of dress." Once they get back into the stairwell and the door is secured behind, he starts down the stairs at a bit of a clip. "Try to keep up."
"You are not much fun, you know that," Dar remarks as he does follow after the cat; using his wings to glide-fly a few steps at a time for speed.
Well, the narrowness of the stairs make it harder to glide, and the cheetah is nimble. Then, he darts down a different side corridor than they took to get to the meeting room.
Dar doesn't have to keep that close, since he can track the cat by aura and sound too! And starts to, if the cat wants to be a pain.
It also helps that Abel has the lantern, making it easy to see him down the corridor.. before he darts down a different one. He does flick his tail in a come-hither gesture though, so seems at least as aware of where Dar is (or is making sure he doesn't get too far ahead).
Dar keeps up as much as he can, though he has to resist shifting into a better hunting form (like a grok!) for this. After all, not that many know who he really is, and he needs to keep it that way.
After another turn, Dar sees Abel waiting at the end of what seems to be a dead end.
Dar expects it's some sort of mirror, or trick, so slows down. "Funny," he comments dryly.
The cat tilts his head to one side, and wiggles his ears. Then steps back and vanishes through the wall behind him in a puff of smoke.. or steam.
Dar focuses on the aura sense to try and find the cat as he slowly approaches that wall.
There's a lot of aura 'noise' beyond the wall, making it hard to pick out just Abel's signal. If his aura was reading as 'amused' then there's a lot of that going on.
"More than one?" Dar wonders as he approaches close to the wall, then tries to touch it.
The wall parts around his hand. It's.. just strips of heavy cloth the same color as the stone, apparently. And steam comes through where his hand passes through the layers.
"Interesting," Dar thinks, now amused himself and passes through the strips of cloth.
There's a lot of steam, practically a cloud of it. Then several someone's grab onto his left arm and try to pull him down with them.
This makes Dar squeak and down he goes! "Crap, cat attack!" the poor bat thinks.
SPLASH! He's been ambushed, and pulled down into a bath by.. naked Savanite girls, apparently, who seem intent on getting him soaked.
Dar sputters and thrashes about into the bath! "Great, one of my few sets of clothing is now wet!" he thinks. "What are you people doing?!" he calls out.
The steam parts a bit as Abel stands at the edge of the bath, which is more of a giant half-barrel, the sort one can imagine wine being pressed in. He then holds up two uniforms, one frillier than the other. But they're dry, much like his expression.
"You should wear the frillier one!" Dar calls out to Abel as he tries to tickle his savanite attackers!
There are chirping noises from the cats, so they are ticklish, but they also outnumber Dar and tickle back. There's a lot of splashing about.
"Wah!" the Eeee complains as he's out cat-numbered!
The tickling seems very deliberate. The maids(?) are stripping him down right there in the water.
"The odds here are not fair!" Dar complains as he's unceremoniously disrobed in the water!
And he's trying to hold onto his clothes, and dignity with hands, wings, and feet!
"You don't want to tear them," Abel signs after transferring both outfits to his left hand. "Just relax."
"Easy for you to say," Dar retorts! But does end up relaxing .... eventually.
This allows them to get his pants off without dunking him further at least. And wet clothes are harder to get off than dry ones! Only then do the girls let him stand back up.. but also press in close around him.
"And this was all for...?" Dar has to ask as he's surrounded by cats. That part he doesn't mind so much; he likes the spots after all. So, it's a little hard not to grin.
"To see if you would fit into a maid uniform," Abel signs, ears a-wiggle. Since Dar isn't resisting, the girls start to groom him dry with their tongues. They've probably never seen an Eeee built like him before.
Dar mfts. He really ought to be struggling, but getting a harem tongue bath is making his will falter. "But why?" he asks Abel. "What is your goal? To embarrass me?"
"Can you be embarrassed?" Abel asks. "Also I wanted to show you to the girls."
"This is a bit embarrassing right now," Dar admits, "As for the clothing, probably the frillier one, because if we're going this far..."
"I will have your clothes cleaned and dried," Abel promises, and sets the frillier uniform across a chair back. "Will you be alright left to the girls?"
"I will be fine, yes, though missing your company," Dar remarks, trying to sound all sultry ... or something.
"A butler must make personal sacrifices," Abel signs, and collects Dar's damp clothing. The girls start purring. Maybe it's supposed to help dry them off.
"Well, are you ladies going to dress me?" Dar has to ask of the girls ... as he pinches one here and there, and feels up another.
There are squeaks and giggles, and one signs, "You are too wet. But we must take your measure."
Dar huffs and steps further from the water and tries to shake himself off some! "I'm wet and it's your fault," he points out.
"We are also wet," the head girl notes, as if that makes everything equal.
"Yes, but are you wet?" Dar asks, complete with the smarmy inflection thereof. "And I think you'll find I measure quite well, and this won't fir properly in a dress!"
So one of the girls actually puts her arm across Alptraum's shoulders to see how wide they are, and the other hugs around his waist and hips.
"Wow, tough crowd," Dar remarks a bit dryly, even though he's all wet. Still, cheetah hugs, so that's all good!
"We are soaked," the first one signs, apparently not getting the innuendo. "The back must be left open for wings," she adds, as if that is enough to make it fit.
"I can't believe you're going to actually do this. I'm going to have fitting problems unless you do something about problematic swellings," Dar remarks and looks upward.
"Does that need to fit?" the first girl signs, ears wiggling a bit. "You must dry first."
"It would spoil the lines of the dress," Dar remarks, then pinches one of those wiggling ears!
The pinched cheetah barks, and bats at the pinching hand. "We will dry you first. We are good at this task," she signs once released. "You must spread your limbs and wings for us."
"I'll hold you to that," Dar warns as he shuffles back a bit, then shuffles those legs apart. Arms are held straight out, and wings soon follow, only also slightly back for space. It does make him look rather physically large when he does that. "Tada, bat," he drolls.
Now that he's spread out, the two felines seem to really look him over for a bit while smiling. Then they get two towels from a nearby stack.. and start to dry each other off first. Very slowly and standing very close together as they do it.
Dar lets out a melodramatic sigh and splays his ears. "Tease," he grumbles, which also becomes evident because he wasn't kidding about swelling issues.
"We must be dry before we can dry you," Number One signs. "You do not seem to be cold." She signs this while Number Two is polishing her rear with the towel.
"I grew up in a cold land, " Dar states flatly. "I'm surprised you aren't licking each other."
"We have combs," Number One signs, but what they get are brushes instead, which they use to straighten out their short fur. Then they gather fresh towels and approach Dar, with Number Two ducking under a wing to get behind him. And they start with the wings. "Are you ticklish?" Number One signs one-handed, the sign for 'ticklish' being the actual motion of tickling fingers.
"Some, yes, so don't," Dar warns sternly. Well, as stern as he can when cute girls are cleaning him. It would be perfect, except their goal is to make him a cute girl or ... something.
So they are careful, as they lightly stroke his wing-vanes dry. At the corners where the fingers join the wrist, they use their dry tongues.
"That feels funky," Dar admits about the licking. "And somehow nice at the same time." It does help him stay still, too.
They work their way inward twice... first from the right tip and then the left tip. Number Two goes to work on his hair and Number One starts on his face. Again it's a stroking action, using just a finger or two on the towel so that the fur is laid in the proper direction. They're both purring, and Number One seems very engrossed in her work.
Dar smirks, and actually manages a purr, himself. Somehow, duplicating the sounds the savanite girls are making. Of course maybe he shifted his vocal cords to match theirs ... or more likely he's just very familiar with savanites! The only aggravating part is he cant feel them up!
Once she's done going over his face, Number One stretches up even farther - and Savanites are already pretty stretched - get at Dar's ears, while Number Two is working the towel and her fingers into the complicated double-shoulders on his back, in something that is almost a massage. Just a very light one.
Dar dips his head down a little and splays his ears out to help a little. "Do you do this often?" he asks, giving away that yes, he was just mimicking a purr.
This causes Number One to pause so she can spare a hand to say, "We provide bathing services often, yes." Then she's back to drying the backs of Dar's ears. The inner ears are too delicate for a towel though, so she climbs up the bat a bit, mainly by gripping his shoulders, so she can lick the insides dry.
That almost makes all his fur fluff out! "Oooookay," he rumbles, were you trained by Yodhinala?
"By our mother," Number Two signs this time, sticking her hand over Dar's shoulder from behind, since Number One is being using both to do her pull-up exercise. She starts drying his sides, sweeping in along the wing connection before switching to do the same along his back.
Dar can't help it, he still ends up snorting a small laugh from that touch. Even if it was light, sides are just ticklish! "Out of curiosity, how old are all of you?" he asks
"Combined?" Number One signs after dropping back down to her feet. She's got a fresh towel now, and starts on Dar's shoulder, stroking down the length of his arm.
"No ... each. I want to make sure you're all adults," Dar admits, embarrassed,
"My sister is nineteen, I am a year older," Number One claims. "You could not tell we were adults?" she signs, while licking between Dar's fingers.
"IT's hard to tell sometimes! I just had to be sure. Otherwise I would feel guilty for oggling," Dar says with a grin.
"Why?" Number One signs, and then casually takes Dar's wrist in her free hand and uses it to press his palm against her breast.
"Because for anything intimate, it's weird and creepy to look at non-adults that way," Dar claims, then his ears spike up and he reflexively grabs and kneads her breast!
"You are very foreign then," Number One notes, and moves to work on his other arm, whether he lets go of her or not.
Dar doesn't let go; he's currently even playing with her nipple. And imagining her dressed as a harem girl, with nipple piercings and such. So of course he's having problems again!
At that point, Number Two has gotten past the small of his back, and grabbed his cheeks. Albeit with the towel. She's not gently stroking them either, but seems to be checking them for ripeness.
This makes him tense them up of course! "What are you doing?!" he squeaks in shock!
"Drying your arm," Number One signs, apparently unaware of her sister's antics. Number Two is toweling lower yet, but very high up on Dar's inner thigh.
"Your sister is groping me," Dar remarks to Number One.
"You should be more specific then," Number One says, as she starts to licking between Dar's fingers again. "She is just testing how different you are from the locals."
"Comparing me to local Eeee is like comparing a Grok to a Skedat," Dar claims. "I'm much bigger and stronger."
Now that she's tested the freshness of the buns, Number Two checks the ripeness of the plums. Gently when it comes to squeezing, but she also palms them and seems to be testing their weight.
"Eeee are not as strong as Savanites," Number One claims.
Dar is definitely more ... built in that way too, just by physical scale. He also looks at Number one a moment, then actually picks her up for a few seconds to prove his point ... then goes right back to standing still!
The spotty woman barks at being lifted, and then starts drying Dar's chest.. very close up, so that her thigh is rubbing against things when she moves.
"Like I said, you're making things so that the dress will fit weird. Are you sure you won't deal with that?" Dar asks very innocently, and grins.
"I have to dry your chest first," Number One signs before lowering the towel a bit to lick Dar's nipples dry.
"You just want to torment me," Dar complains with a hiss, and is forced to look upward.
Looking upward ears him a muzzle-bump under his chin, before Number one moves the towel to his ribs. She's definitely feeling the contours there, while her sister finally starts to finish his legs.
Dar tries to sneakily flex muscles a bit when the cat is feeling up his chest. "Sorry, no boobs to play with down there," he jokes.
"They are your rear," Number One signs, and reaches around to give things a feel for herself, since she's having to kneel down now anyway to get his stomach.
Which of course makes Dar squeak again, and this time goes up on tiptoes! "You two are terrible teases!" he whines.
"You make fun sounds," Number One counters. Then has to pause when she gets to the below-the-belt area. Number Two has come around now as well, also on her knees and the two seem to be conferring with each other about something.
"Why do I feel like you two are plotting my doom?" Dar has to ask, and then looks for the exit should he need to make a hasty retreat!
Then they grab him.. by his handle. The touches are very curious, and there are low chirps between the pair as they trace their finger pads over his ridges. There's no way to hide the implants, after all.
This makes Dar make a sort of mangled squeak of surprise! "Rather forward!" he chips as his wings flick and ears splay wide.
Finally, one of them signs, "Is this because of haunted forest?" which is probably the closest simple-sign tag for Sylvania.
"Not exactly. It was done as a gift for someone," Dar admits. "To make me more enjoyable during certain times."
"More enjoyable?" Number One signs, her other hand still stroking things. "How?"
"It rubs better on the inside of someone," Dar squeaks. It's hard to be suble when someone is rubbing that
"How is there room?" Number Two signs, apparently not believing it would fit inside anyone.
"What do you mean?" Dar has to ask. "It would fit in either of you."
"It would fit in her," Number Two signs, to tease her older sister probably. "We can test this," Number One signs, before standing up and pressing her chest to Dar's, so he can feel her purring.
"It can also be nursed on!" Dar adds and grins toothily. His ears splay and he pets Number Two's back. "Hello," he says, actually sounding nervous.
While Number One is nuzzling at Dar's throat.. Number Two tries a few tentative, abrasive-tongued licks.
Dar has to flap his wings to stabilize himself after that! Raspy or not, the sound he makes seems like he rather likes it, and his hips twitch. He also pets Number One's neck, through it's a little halting. "Well, this is ..." he babbles.
"Do we intimidate you?" Number one manages to sign, after removing that arm from around the back of Dar's neck.
"Only a little, but I know you intend to make me all girly afterward. Evil kitties," Dar claims as he shiver-twitches a little. "For your butler friend."
"Friend?" Number One signs, ears wiggling. Number Two tries a bit more, being overly careful of her teeth. "He is our brother," she claims. "Do you not want to try on the uniform? We made him wear it once."
It takes a bit for Dar to answer, his hips are taking most of his concentration to move them with the bat. "Oh, so you're preparing me to be your brother's date," he claims, "I will have to suffer through that, I suppose. And make him purr."
"We like to make men wear the uniform," Number One says, and makes kitty eyes at Dar. "It is how to win our favor."
Dar ruffles the girl's head a little. "I said I'd wear it," he points out and grins. "But you have to promise to make sure I look like a proper girl." he adds with a wink.
Number One runs her fingers through Dar's hair, and has a considering look on her face. "We can do something with your hair," she notes.
Dar snickers and kisses her nosetip. He then has to inhale quite deep because, well, he just felt Number Two decide to try and swallow more. "She keeps that up and it won't be a problem anymore," he squeaks!
And at that, Number Two stops.. and uses her tail-tip to stroke things a bit more gently. "I will get the stool," Number One says, and lets go of Dar to fetch something to sit on.
"But, but ... you weren't done!" Dar complains and his ears splay.
"We will keep you ready," Number Two claims, still using her tail as like it was a feather-duster.
Dar merps! "Ready for what?!" he now demands! What are they teasing him for?!
Dragging the stool makes more noise than expected, since it's made of stone. Number One is also carrying a bucket of grooming tools with her tail. She then pats it, indicating Dar should sit down.
Dar sits down, and has to spread his legs due to his, er, problem right now. "I always meet the weird ones," he mutters in Sylvanian.
Number Two takes the combs and.. smaller combs.. and takes up a position behind Dar, where she first undoes his ponytail. Number One takes out a chitin case from the bucket, and uses her other hand to tilt the bat's head back and forth, seeing how the light hits it.
This makes Dar's brow dance curiously. He also makes a few silly faces, including going cross-eyed and then sticking out his tongue.
Number One didn't bring another stool, so just sort of squats down a bit and sets the case down on the floor (since Dar's lap isn't usable). She takes a dark purple colored.. it looks like chalk, but clearly isn't. She then smiles big, showing her teeth and pushing out her lips at Dar.
Dar's left brow arches, but he does recognize the gesture. So, he puckers up, for, well, applying lip makeup. Some advantages to form shifting, you learn a lot!
Number One gives a loud purr to reward Dar for understanding, then starts to rub the deep-purple rouge onto Dar's lips. It's not always direct, as she uses her finger pad to apply some of it.
The trick is to hold lips still and pushes out so it doesn't get on the teeth. It's actually quite hard, and remembers all the drills Mave made him do to impersonate various women and styles. His butt aches in memory of how many times she swatted him for messing up.
"You have done this before?" Number One signs, after using a cloth to blot the rest of the rouge off.
"I have seen it done before. Many times," Dar lies.
"You were not a harem guard," Number One signs, and gives him a squeeze down there as if to drive that point.
"Quite, I'm intact," Dar squeaks and jumps a little on the seat!
"Guard noble daughter?" she signs, next before applying more of the rouge to her left thumb pad.
"Sort of," Dar answers a bit vaguely. Then the evil bat leans forward quickly and leaves purple kissy-lips on her nose!
This causes her eyes to cross. And she licks Dar's nose in retaliation. Number Two is doing odd things to his hair still, but it's not as distracting. Number One then puff out her cheeks while looking at Dar.
Dar smiles sweetly, then puffs his cheeks out in mimic.
Cheetah thumb runs along parts of Dar's cheek, probably to highlight them in a more feminine way. It looks like dark purple is the best for Dar's dark fur.
This is really humiliatiing ... but at the same time cute kitties paying attention to him! So, it nets out okay. Since his cheeks are immobilized he reaches up and signs, "How many guys have you done this to?"
"Many. But only a few were men," Number One signs as she finishes with the cheeks. At least with the purple rouge. She wipes her fingers, then pulls out a tiny jar with gold makeup in it. This time she just dips a claw into it though.
"What do you mean only a few were men?" Dar has to sign. He uses his free hand to reach back and rub Number Two's leg.
This gets him a little bit on his shoulder. Number One signs, "Others did not win our favor. They were not therefore real men."
This gets a questioning look, from Dar, but he doesn't push that subject. He settles in to see what the gold makeup is for now.
The gold-tipped claw starts working on Dar's eyebrows, and seems to be picking out specific spots. A design maybe.
So now he has to keep his brows still! This is actually harder, and Dar ends up tapping his fingers a lot on his knee instead. Then he gets an idea and reaches out ... to massage her chest! That's a good distraction for him!
This causes some grumbling, since it clearly distracts Number One while she's trying to work. But she doesn't stop him, although her tail swishes a bit faster. She dips her claws again, and this time goes to work on one his cheeks where she applied the purple previously. It's much clearing from the feeling that she's adding swirling patterns there.
Dar slows down so he's not distracting her too much. Right until he lifts a foot and rubs it gently between her thighs. He can tease too, after all!
This gets some clucking sounds from the woman, but she still finishes her work and takes Dar's chin between her thumb and forefinger and tilts Dar's head back and forth again to check how the light catches.
Dar relents and lowers his foot after he's unable to distract her too much. Instead he makes a kissy-face at her playfully.
While tilting his head, she raises an eyebrow at the kissy-face.. and then reaches down with her other hand and gives him a caress.
This makes Dar suddenly inhale with a hiss and arch up a little!
She also does a little.. well, it's a bit like fingering a flute. Maybe to see if she can actually make him sing.
She makes him squeak oddly, that's for sure!
"You are out of tune," Number One signs, and looks up to check on the hair progress. There's definitely something being added to his hair from the feel of it. Oil? Something else?
"What is she adding to my hair?" he asks Number One, since he can't look himself.
"Girl magic," Number One claims with a wink. She then focus on using both hands down below. There's a scent now. Whatever is going into Dar's hair may have lavender in it.
This does distract Dar a lot, to the point his eyes droop and his head tilts. His breathing is a bit more heavy now, too.
This bit of distraction also gives Number One a change to dip into her case again, and add something extra to her caresses. It's also a bit oily and tingly.
This makes Dar squirm and whimper! What the heck is she rubbing on him and why?!
It might be a liniment oil used for soothing sore muscles. Number Two pats him on the butt then, to let him know that she's done with his hair. That leaves just one more piece to doing him up like a woman.
Dar opens his eyes and then blinks. "Do I need to stand?" he asks Number One, in case the pats were also to stand up.
Number One grabs his handle and tugs upward to confirm that he should stand.
"No tugging!" Dar squeaks and does stand ... by using his wings as sort of giant hands to push himself back to his feet.
Now Number Two appears in front of him again, holding the maid uniform. She's also letting out a lot of the laces.
Dar holds out his arms and such so she can start fitting parts on him if she wants. "I have no idea how that goes on," he claims.
Number One mimes stepping into the skirt part, then pulling the rest up.
Dar steps forward, and into the center of the dress. The bat looks a little defeated, but reaches down and helps pull the frilly skirt up.
It doesn't fit properly. Most of the top is loosened to the point of exposing as much as it covers, and the skirt belt is riding higher than his hips, so things do still seem exposed. There's no underpants being offered.
"It doesn't fit," Dar remarks a little deadpan. But, he doesn't try to take it off, even if it's rather embarrassing.
"It does not need to," Number One signs. "It is to make you seem demure. Please follow my actions." Then she does a graceful curtsey as only one with very long legs can manage.
Dar watches, brow furrowed. Then the bat attempts it ... and due to hip differences and such it comes across as a bit more awkward than hers did! This makes him grumble.
So, Number One repeats it for him.
Dar tries again, then again, then a third time, before he manages to get it right.
This earns him a kiss! Number Two leaves the room during this, only to return with a polished hand mirror.
Dar almost licks his lips, then remembers the lip gloss! Now he feels nervous; he's got to look really goofy! But, he agreed, so he extends his hand to the savanite.
Number Two shakes her head, and holds the mirror herself. This way she can control what Dar sees.. or at least sees first. She has a good eye for light and shadow, and leads his gaze to make sure he's facing into it correctly. And also only see his head at first, from the angle the cheetah wants him to.
This leads to a view as of someone looking somewhat upward at Dar. The purple highlights have actually made him look less feminine than a bit severe, but the swirling golden threads through outlining the faux-cheek line and brows soften things. Hair hangs in oiled curls from his temples to frame the visage, with a few more across his forehead, while his hair has been piled up into an elaborate coif held in place with small, ornate combs. It projects an older, wiser presence.. which reminds Dar strongly of Bara in her more 'in control' public persona.
This makes Dar blinks quite a few times. "That actually looks surprisingly good," he admits, sounding a bit surprised. It's tougher-looking than expected and somewhat regal.
"You could not pass as a young girl, but an elegant older woman at the height of her power seemed more appropriate given your home," Number One signs, making it seem like Dar has been made up into an homage to the Countess.
Dar actually pouts about not being able to pass as a young girl ... be he also knows it's extremely true. Granted he hasn't seen the dress yet, which will probably ruin some of the 'regalness' of it all, especially given he's still quite ... excited. He sighs a little, then grins, "Okay, I have to admit this was kind of fun."
So then Number Two hands over the mirror.. although to really see his dressed up state Dar will likely have to hold it in a wing-thumb.
Dar shifts the mirror to a wing and does hold it further out to see just how ridiculous he looks right now.
It's not flattering, since the uniform is unrecognizable as a few wide strips of fabric held together by long laces.. with the back pieces folded over on the sides to connect below the wings in back. The skirt is deformed by anatomical arousal issues. It's very exposing.
"Yeah ... I look ridiculous in the dress," Dar says and laughs, then shakes his head. "Wow."
Number Two strokes one of Dar's arms and with her claws and rumbles something between a purr and a growl. Number One is a bit more forward, taking hold of his hand again. "Now, are you a man?" she signs with her other.
"At the moment? No?" Dar hesitatingly admits. He's not sure what the answer should be, but for some reason that seems like a reasonable answer after all the work.
"Are you sure?" the cheetah asks, still stroking him. "Are you unable to perform?"
"I think that would probably work just fine if used," Dar admits and squirms a bit.
"Do you want to use it?" Number One asks. "With us?"
Dar's ears twitch. "Yes," he admits. "I certainly don't need to use it with your brother." He grins.
"Then you should choose," Number One asks, as she steps back and her sister stands next to her, both with predatory looks to their eyes. It's hard to tell them apart, other than one looks slightly younger, going by fluffiness.
"Choose?" Dar asks. "I can take care of both of you at the same time," he purrs at them. He waggles his brow, too.
"How so?" Number One signs, looking curious and amused.
Dar sticks out his long Eeee tongue. "I just use this for one of you," he signs, then wiggles his ears.
They both lean forward to examine the tongue. "It doesn't have bumps," Number Two points out.
"It's more flexible," Dar signs. "I don't want to leave either of you out!"
The sisters look at eachother, then Dar, and both sign, "We want both then."
"Well, then," Dar says as he takes the hands of both women, then pulls them down to the floor as he sits, grinning. He then lays on his back and smiles at the pair. "You," he says and gestures to Number One, "Straddle me on the bumpy part. And you ..." he gestures to Number Two, settle on my muzzle. And if I can keep it up, we'll swap so each of you get to experience each one." He then purrs at them again, and sounds very much like a savanite!
The problem with Savanite sisters - especially ones so close in age - is that it can be a challenge to tell them apart. It isn't made any easier when they never gave their names, and when they seem to have a habit of claiming to be the other one. "It's my turn to ride," one would claim, while the other would counter with, "You just went!" It reminds Dar of the old cup-and-balls 'game' the gypsies would play for locals. Only this time Dar was the ball being shuffled around between identical cups.
That is, until Dar decides to cheat, just a little, and makes a small 'spot' of lighter fluff on one of the girls when he's occupied with her (so she won't notice). It's just on the inside of her thigh, using a little shadow trick to tint a fingertip-sized spot so he can tell them apart! Sneaky bat is sneaky! Also, the cup and ball game usually used marked cups that only the game runner would notice, so...
This makes it clearer that the girls aren't trying to cheat one another - they're just trying to mess with Dar! At least this teasing isn't as bad as what the Radovah sisters would pull. And while their claws have been blunted a bit, they still try to use them along with growls and baring their teeth to put on something of a 'feral' display. At least their auras are clear that they're enjoying themselves and not putting on an actual act.
And three can play at that game, as Dar growls back, and uses his claws! Though, he has to be more careful since his tend to be sharper. But, if they do actually let him ... he might just try biting one of them!
The girls do seem to like biting him, although only when they're on the verge of really enjoying themselves. The problem comes from the positioning of them, which means they have to bend around one another (if they're facing) to bite, and that usually means thigh and shoulder are the targets.
The bat deals with that by just trying to keep them more distracted, of course, which can be exhausting to keep up! Of course it also means he's quite often kissing one in a rather intimate area, complete with tongue, while the other one rides the more studded up portion of his body. The downside is ... if the two end up playing with each other during this, he can't see it!
There of course are opportunities when it's time to switch, if Dar is fast enough. So far he's been letting them control things for the most part. But even the girls have to have limits, and may be competitive (what siblings aren't?) which could be used to Dar's advantage.
Aha, so a plan! He starts using a little shadow on the one riding the studded bit to make it extra-stimulating ... and thus if that one starts to really get into it, the other one might get jealous, or something!
The effect of this is that the younger one (according the card-marking) is making almost distressed sounds as she grinds away, and the elder's tail is showing a bit of agitation (especially as it sweeps repeated back and forth over Dar's ears). He can tell she's distracted by her sister's display (and possibly the barking noises) from the way she moves.
Dar gets more evil, and starts adjusting just how the shadow is tickling on the inside, to swelling, to squirming ... just to see if he can control her pitch and noise! Play her like an instrument, so to speak ... while the unmarked one is just getting the rather deep and intimate nether-kiss.
The noises produced have a limited range, but the girl isn't even moving anymore at the point, just shivering and probably becoming slightly dehydrated due to the drool and other fluids being produced. It's possibly that she's holding her breath between chirps and barks as well. Now the older one is actually grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her a bit.
Hmm, okay, time to pull back a bit .. and Dar does. He halts the shadow-assault on the poor girl before she explodes, or something!
This results in a very deep breath being taken by the girl, and a swirly color of confusion in her aura. She then swats at her sister's arms a bit to make her stop shaking her.
Dar lays off both of the girls for a bit. Instead, he reaches up and signs, "Are you two okay?" Maaaaybe he went a little too far.
"She has had enough," Number One signs as she tries to drag her sister off of Dar now.
Great, now he feels bad. Dar broke a kitty! He wasn't trying to break them!
"I am fine!" the younger one protests. "I'm not finished again yet!" The latter might have a been mis-signed, or not. She was riding that peak for an extended time after all.
Dar hmms, and tests this by using the shadow again and makes it feel like is studded bit is ripple-swell-releasing in her (just mimicking a large pulsing) ... to see how she reacts.
"Squeak!" the girl barks, then clamps down (voluntarily or involuntarily). Either way, her older Sister can't dislodge her. But she does spare a hand to sign, "Selfish!"
Then Dar counters this other sister by resuming his kiss ... only now the kiss has a bit of shadow added too, mainly to make his tongue really long, and to tickle her from the inside and deeper than she probably has been before!
This makes her nearly jump, which could have been bad if she'd landed back down on Dar's nose too hard. But she stops trying to dislodge her sister for now.
Dar grabs hold of that sister's hips and really goes to town on her, tongue-wise. The other one is being held nicely in place by the shadow, and it keeps up slow stimulation to not overwhelm her, but to make her very content and satisfied (and not notice how tired she might be getting). As for the tongue-bound one, well, now he's trying to make her drool.
Number One is making similar noises to her sister now, but is also squirming, which is a bit more precarious. That isn't as big of an issue though compared to the tail lashing. Thwap-swish-thwap-swish-thwap! At least it's dry though.
Dar has to hold onto the squirming one to keep something bad from happening, which means he can't hold her tail. So, he has to just deal with that! He manages to, for a few more minutes and then has to stop, his temples are getting quite sore from the swatting!
This causes Number One to overbalance and fall off to the right, nearly dragging Dar's tongue along with her!
Dar goes bloarp! And his tongue comes free, along with a disturbing sort of tentacle removal sound! Well, maybe he's imagining that part, but at least he had time to withdraw the shadow quickly. He also lets the shadow-swelling down for Number two, so she doesn't remain stuck too.
The latter causes the girl to fall forward onto Dar's chest, where she purrs very loudly. And drools, of course.
This makes Dar laugh, and he pets her back slowly. "Well, now I imagine you don't get any Babelite Eeee that can make you feel like that," he remarks, sounding a bit full of himself at that.
Of course, with her nearly passed out, Dar realizes he never got to finish himself!
And Dar doesn't really care that much, he had fun tormenting the kitties, and he was so focused on them he dodn't really pay attention his own body reactions!
Then Number One turns around and tries to push her sister off again, now that she's less resistant.
"What, what!?" Dar squeaks as he has to let go of the passed out savanite due to the second one shoving!
Number One bites his shoulder playfully, then signs, "You on top?"
Dar smirks and rolls over on top of Number Two! "If you insist," he says while grinning toothily, and using his feet to spread her legs. One firm and smooth roll-thrust of his hips later, and he's impaled the savanite. He pins her shoulders to the floor and growls at her ... then starts forcefully taking her right then! (As well as starting to use the shadow to give her a similar 'experience' as Number One got!)
The cat mrowls and even struggles a little big, but her ears are twitching so hard if you'd think she was trying to get airborne from the flapping. She does get her long legs around Dar though, and might be attempting to sign with her toes against his rump.
Dar keeps up the pressure so she can't escape', maybe making it a bit like playing 'The Lord and Master, and the slutty chambermaid' bit ... that he has still yet to forget from when he skimmed through Dr. Pike's collection. He rumbles a growl, then dips his head down and bites her at her neck and shoulder, enough that his fangs can definitely be felt ... and perhaps testing to see if she'd let him actually sink them in.
There's familiar tensing of muscle under the fangs, but after a few moments that fades as she seems to relax.. or else just can't spare the energy to deal with those muscles when she's so focused on her lower ones.
And so Dar bites, and with that comes the two pinpricks of pain, followed by the dulling euphoria of the saliva and the gentle nursing. Of course it was timed with a really firm hip-thrust, so she may not have even noticed he actually bit her enough to draw blood!
There's definitely some 'fizz' to her blood, being flavored by adrenaline and hormones and a powerful heartbeat. She starts squeezing Dar between her thighs a bit more, and whipping his rear (and between the cheeks) with her tail!
That just makes him go faster and harder. And of course now that he's more into it, and noticing his own body's reaction ... things are building up for him too! Oddly, the whipping helps.
The claws go in next.. blunt, to be sure, but she's got strong fingers. She digs them into his shoulders, apparently by feel since her eyes are closed during the nursing, and she's making little mewly noises like a dreaming kitten now.
Dar doesn't drink too much, and when he does withdraw his fangs, he licks the punctures gently, and uses the shadow to heal them up ... so it all seems like a strange dream if she checks later. Then he gets down to seriously riding the kitty, complete with accentuating the bumps by making things a little more draconic-shaped down there (but at least not in size!). He's growling now, and isn't going to last much longer at all.
The Savanite is gaping and panting, as if trying to make sounds that she can't. Then she's clenching and shuddering!
Then there's one final thrust into that clench, and he shifts the shafow again so that he's nicely stuck and growls out! This time the pulsing is actually from him and not from the shadow, as all the pent up build from earlier comes out in waves ... and for quite a while. Then the crash comes and he collapses on top of her, wheezing pitifully.
Now it's her turn to bite him, but not as hard. It's probably an affectionate bite, for a Savanite.
This makes Dar squeak! "Okay, that's probably deserved," he manages out between deep breaths.
She doesn't sign anything, but lets go and just rumbles underneath him. Then the other one flops onto Dar's back and rumbles as well.. and then bites him on the other side.
"I feel like the inside of a sandwich," Dar remarks after the other savanite drapes on his back. He supposes if he ever does get out of his current 'job', worst case is he could become an internationally famous gigolo, or something.
There's a sound from off to the side, a polite little noise to get someone's attention.
Dar cranes his head to try and look at the source of the sound. "Bet that's the brother," he thinks.
Abel is indeed standing in the doorway, one hand balancing a stack of folded clothing, and the other signing, "They always choose purple. I see they did not scare you off."
"No, and you missed all the fun," Dar manages to sign at him with his free hand.
"They don't want me watching over their shoulder," Abel signs. "I also had to launder your clothes."
"True, but we didn't get to play," Dar jokes to the other savanite. "Thank you for washing my clothes."
"Do you need help washing your face?" Abel signs.
"At the moment? Probably. I'm a bit pinned," Dar chuckles. "And drooled on."
So Abel sets down the clothes, collects another towel, and dips it into the bathwater. He doesn't seem inclined to actually help Dar out of his predicament yet though, as he squats down and seems to consider Dar's makeup. "They did a very good job. You must not have twitched," he signs.
Dar makes kissy lips at Abel. "I think they did a grand job, and it was fun," the Eeee claims.
Abel twitches his ears, and decides to start with Dar's lips. He doesn't rub them though, just sticks the towel between them and mimes kissing.
Dar does so. He also tries to get one of Abel's fingers and suck on it. Why? Dar's weird, that's about all there is to it.
Abel may be wise to that trick. After the kiss he shows Dar the lipstick-print on the towel now.
It just makes Dar laugh. "Purple," he remarks.
"It leaves stains," Abel signs before reversing the towel and using it to go over each of the marks on his face, one at a time. "They used the gold, so you must have passed their test," he signs.
"I'm not so insecure as to be really bothered by being made up like this," Dar notes and arches his brow a little. "And it was fun."
"Did you enjoy the dress?" Abel asks, rubbing a little harder to get the gold makeup out.
"It looked terrible on me," Dar remarks with a grin, "But it was a good laugh."
"You would have preferred a ball gown?" Abel asks, licking his other thumbpad and using it to rub out a stubborn spot on Dar's cheek.
"No, slinky lingerie," Dar claims, straight-faced.
"The girls are slinky," Abel signs. "Are you slinky?"
"I can be, I think," Dar notes and shrugs. "Does it matter?"
"It is harder to mend slinky lingerie than it is a maid uniform," Dar signs, ears wiggling. "Do you need help getting out?"
"A little. I don't want to hurt either one," Dar admits. "Can you get the one off my back?"
"Little sisters are difficult to get off one's back," Abel signs, but then gently disentangles the younger sibling from Dar's back. At least she wasn't still biting him. He sets aside in a comfortable position.
And now Dar gets up and out of the other Savanite and then rolls to the side and sits up. "They should both be fine, I just wore them out, I think," he admits. He reaches over and pats Abel's leg.
"But you are not worn out?" Abel signs, offering Dar a hand up.
Dar accepts the hand and gets up. "Nah, I'm good. We're durable Eeee," he claims.
"They are not used to durable Eeee," Abel signs, and looks Dar up and down.. although he might be checking the condition of the uniform.
Dar is frazzled, and the maid's outfit id still stretched oddly and looks silly. "I should probably get this off, hmm?" he asks and reaches for the shoulder straps.
"Let me," Abel signs, and goes about carefully pulling it off, and down to Dar's ankles.
Dar chuckles, pets Abel's head, then steps out of the dress. "Thank you," he says.
"Do you need help dressing?" Abel signs next.
Dar pushes Abel back against a wall and kisses him right on the lips, hard. When he does let go (quickly) he says, "Nah, I can dress myself."
The cheetah's ears go straight up, and he signs, "Are you sure?"
"I am capable of dressing ... or were you implying something else?" Dar inquires, amused.
"Have you ever been dressed by a professional?" Abel signs.
Dar tilts his head. "I didn't know there was a professional dresser," he admits.
"There is a professional version of everything," Abel insists.
"Prove it," Dar counter-insists.
Abel retrieves Dar's clothes and gestures for him to go through the doorway ahead of him.
Dar glances at him warily, but then soon shrugs. Through the door he goes.
The next room is a dressing room, with a very large mirror - probably very expensive too. It may actually be the first time Dar has seen his full reflection. Abel sets the clothes down on a padded stool and actually turns brightens the oil lamps a bit more.
The Eeee's hair is still done up, if a bit frayed now.
"You people have far too much money," Dar remarks as he looks at, then in, the mirror. He reaches up to pull the hair pins too, so he can shake out his hair. It looks silly made up like that.
Abel makes a clucking sound and fetches a brush and comb from the makeup table, indicating that Dar should sit on another stool, this one in front of the mirror.
Dar plops his butt down on the stool in front of the mirror. He also now has the urge to lick Abel's belly.
Abel turns Dar's head so it's facing straight at the mirror, then begins to brush and comb out his hair. It's still got some of that oily sheen to it. He also purrs while he works, probably to get Dar to relax.
Having someone brush your hair is relaxing, and the purring helps.
Dar's shoulder's slowly relax and he even lets his eyelids droop a little as he sort of 'falls into' the combing, so to speak.
Eeee aren't known for mutual grooming, but felines are, and Abel displays that inborn skill - and that he actually enjoys it. Once the hair is dealt with, he motions for Dar to stand up again.
Dar does stand up after a bit; he had to get his bearings again when the brushing stopped. After he rises and turns to face Abel, he leans in and licks Abel under his chin and grins. "That felt nice," he remarks.
Abel just grins and makes a spinning 'turn around' motion with his finger, like he's stirring an invisible drink with it.
Dar sticks out his tongue, then turns around, back to the cat.
There's more brushing along his back (he was lying on the floor for a good while after all), and then a nudge on Dar's shoulders, as if asking him to lean forward.
Dar does lean forward a little at the request.
The hands on his shoulders urge him to lean over further, which means he'll probably have to put his hands on his legs to avoid tipping over.
Dar looks over his shoulder and arches his brow suspiciously. But, he does lean over more, eventually, and braces himself using the mirror frame and his hands; more stable than using his legs, after all.
Nothing is happening, but Abel is doing something at the makeup table. Then there's the pop of a cork, followed by.. a massaging finger down between the bat's cheeks. Sure, they may be a little sore, but that's not where the soothing oil (or whatever it is) is being rubbed.
Dar's ears shoot up! "This is part of professional dressing?!" the bat squeaks and flaps his wings a little in surprise!
Abel's head appears over Dar's shoulder in the reflection, and he signs (in reverse of course, since it's a reflection), "Do not move your wings so much. You kept still for the girls."
Dar chuckles softly, noting, "You surprised me!" Still, he does at least manage to still his wings and let Abel work. He's got a sneaking suspicion he knows what Abel is doing, though.
If that suspicion including getting a finger inserted into him, it probably wasn't all that sneaking. Because that's happens next. Maybe being professionally dressed includes a prostate massage, and he just didn't realize it.
Dar's head tilts and he makes a small squeaking hiss sort of sound. Then he grits his jaw for a moment, and tries to, well, relax so that sort of massage feels well, not painful!
This body definitely resists relaxing at first. And after the romp with the sisters, things are still maybe a bit sensitive. And it's hard not to think of the claw involved, since Savanites can't retract theirs like Khattas do. At least the oil helps, along with the purring.
Dar closes his eyes and dips his head so he's not watching, in hopes that it'll help him relax faster. The purring does, in fact, help. "You're enjoying this," he remarks a bit dryly, though with his eyes closed, he can't exactly get a reply.
It's important to enjoy work, but it's clear that this particular group of siblings have a lot in common. And then Dar feels the purring more directly, as Abel presses against his back and wings, and then bites his shoulder.
This makes Dar make a small growl and while keeping one hand on the mirror for support, he reaches back with the other to stroke the back of Abel's neck for a moment. He also curls his wings back just a little; mostly using the finger veins, to cup the cat against his back.
Abel bites a little harder to cover up his finger being replaced by something a bit larger. Savanites aren't barbed at least. But they've got a bit of extra leverage from those long legs!
Dar's lips go back as he sucks in a long breath and has to really concentrate on being relaxed! "Well, hello there," he manages out when he lets out that long breath. His fingers grip the mirror a little tighter, then his back rolls slightly as he actually pushes back a little helpfully to help things get, well, in place.
It seems a lot bigger in there. But the oil helps, certainly. It isn't as active an area as it is in non-vampires after all. Abel does help by wrapping his arms around Dar though, just to make sure he doesn't go face first into the mirror. Because of the precarious position, he's going slow.
Dar is breathing slow, and a lot of his focus is on keeping things relaxed so they remain comfortable. He finds it ... odd, though not an unpleasant sort of odd, and different from other forms that he's actually done this with before. He rolls his back slowly in time with Abel to help keep things balanced and less likely to crash into something.
Usually it's breasts bobbing with the action, not other things swinging like a pendulum. It's also odd in that Abel seems to be treating Dar as gently as one would a virgin girl. He's probably as strong as or stronger than Dar after all.
Dar's breathing is slow and deep, then he actually mimicks the rumbly-purr of a savanite to help indicate he's fine with, and rather enjoying, Abel's, er, dressing. Apparently it's 'wear a savanite' day. After a bit, he starts letting things 'tighten' a bit when Abel has finished pushing as far as he can, then relaxing when he feels the tug of a pull-back.
This may seem like a challenge to Abel, so he pushes a bit harder, if not faster, to gauge Dar's reaction.
Dar growls softly and fights back a little by playfully clenching a bit more. It also causes the bat to shiver with some really odd sensations.
And Abel escalates, to counter the clenching. He even growls a little.
Dar growls softly, "Trying to prove I'm your girl, hmm?" It's more of a joking sort of growl than one of any seriousness, then pushes back, making sure the cat goes as deep as he can, which ends up making Dar see some stars for a moment.
If it's a shoving contest, Abel is up for it. He stops biting so he can grab on to Dar's shoulders now. Tightly. Then he pulls back for big push. It's like getting smacked on the butt as well.
Dar grunts and wow, does he see all sorts of stars! That does disrupt him from shoving or clenching for the moment, at least!
Abel does take advantage of the sudden lack of resistance and does a few rapid pumps so Dar doesn't forget he's there.
Dar eventually starts purring softly again and resolves back rolling, this time trying to control clenching so it seems less of a challenge and more, well, encouraging.
So Abel keeps up the pumping, watching Dar's face in the mirror. Dar has to open his eyes at some point, after all.
Dar does eventually open his eyes. By this point, his expression is ... a bit confused? The experience surely feels weird, and also good. Ears hot, he actually smiles into the mirror for Abel to see.
Abel wiggles his ears and then winks at Dar. Before a really big push!
Dar's eyes go big and he squeaks! His ears soon splay out and he pushes right back!
As shoving matches go, it's hard to say who is winning, exactly. Especially once things speed up. Now Dar is getting a good shaking from it. And his butt is still sore to boot!
Dar shifts his legs to better his stance and sore behind be damned, he's not going to let the cat defeat him! At least part of it feels nice enough to make up for the sore butt muscles!
Of course, how do you determine defeat? Abel doesn't seem like he's going to let up anytime soon. And it's not a race. He seems happy at the pace he's at right now.. at least until Dar does something to change that.
Dar's eyes narrow, and he gets a bit more evil ... he starts using the shadow inside to somehow ticklesucklemassage Abel back, better than his pure muscles can do!
This gets a confused look in the mirror from Abel. He almost falters, but since he's a professional he works through it. It's hard to read his expression once it goes back to normal though, but he does pick up the pace some more to really test this new sensation.
It certainly adds to the sensations, that's for sure; pleasant and sort of tingly! It also gives Dar a chance to help sooth his rump muscles out from the earlier over-work!
Abel certainly isn't going to notice anything happening to Dar's rump at this point, since he's focused on their reflection as he goes from a brisk jog to a full on dash. Cheetahs are fast.. for short bursts, so this may be the final sprint for him.
Dar's head tilts and he shivers a lot. This feels surprisingly good to him by this point too, and he's sort of rumbly=purring too. He's also trying to make sure Abel is enjoying himself through regular ol' muscle-work, and the shadow helping to soothe and encourage things on. He's almost completely forgotten about his own parts swinging a lot now, until he spits them in the mirror, and feels his ears heat up again!
And then Abel nips one of his ears and pushes one last time, leaving something warmer than the oil behind.
This makes Dar chirp in surprise and his muscles naturally clench a bit. That felt pretty strange. Not unpleasant, but strange. "I suppose I did ask for this, given my teasing," he admits, feeling rather embarrassed by this point!
It takes a few moments before Abel finally signs, "This isn't what you were asking for?"
"Oh fine, make me admit it. Yes, I kind of wanted this; I like spots, and I don't see them often," Dar admits a bit grumbly.
"Hit your head and you will see spots," the feline jokes. "Not many Savanites in Haunted-Forest?"
"Hardly any," Dar remarks with dismay. "Do you often get this request?"
"Many times, but never from a strong Eeee," Abel signs. "Usually women. It would be frowned upon to use their own servants."
Dar considers that, then nods. "Well, that's understandable. Plus, I used your sisters, so it's only fair that you get something out of it too," he says and chuckles a little. "You felt quite nice; I may have to call upon you again."
"Do you read romance novels?" the Savanite signs, before finally pulling out.
"I have before, why?" Dar has to ask, right before the pull-out makes him squeak! And then feel oddly empty. He stands up straight and stretches a little.
"Most of the ones I dress seem to have," Abel signs. "I may have to read one sometime."
Dar laughs and shrugs a little. "Might be a male Eee thing. I know we are a bit odd," he comments.
"All Eeee are insane," Abel claims, without pause. "They have hollow bones, but fly about when a fall or impact could cripple them. And wear no protection, since it would make them heavier."
"Not all Eeee are fragile. My kind are not," Dar points out, then shrugs. "And do you have a towel? I need to, er, clean up a bit so I can get dressed."
Of course Abel has a towel. It even has a purple kiss mark on it. Is he suggesting that Dar can kiss his own butt with it? Probably not, since his ears aren't wiggling.
Dar swipes the towel and sticks out his tongue at Abel. Definitely making a show of exaggerated grumbling, Dar wipes of the oil remnants and such so he can dress. The cat's gift, though, is a bit too deep to clean up, so he'll have to live with it! Babel has really gotten to him; he'll indulge, and want, just about anything these days! Got to be Gropaht's fault somehow...