Slaves to Art
This upscale salon for slaves offers many services, from grooming to body art. Like many stores under the upper deck of the plaza, it doubles as a support tower, and is cylindrical in shape, with partitions added to separate it into multiple rooms. Unlike traditional Babelite homes, it lacks the overall openness, with relatively narrow halls and 'doors' made from hanging strands of beads. The main room has several grooming stations, a few of them specifically for the more procedures like piercing and tattooing.

It's been awhile since Tulani has come around to the studio. And this time she isn't bringing Pierce in for a tune up, either, but a Skeek! The mouse is dressed in a plain pullover dress, what might actually have been a nightshirt for a Savanite, if not for the embroidered pink flowers on it.

Tugging the Skeek along, the Sphynx greets Helse, and says, "This is Squeaky-Pie. I need to break her out of her shyness so that she'll meet her fiancée's expectations." She leans in to whisper, "He's a bit of a fop and likes to be made to feel a bit helpless you see. Had a very strict mother and all."

"My name is not Squeaky-Pie," the mouse squeaks and crosses her arms, "But you can call me Squeak, I guess" She also glares, mousily, at Tulani. "You know I don't like being called that, mean!" she pouts.

Tulani pats Squeaky on the head. "She needs to be toughened up a bit," she explains. "As you can see, she just looks cuter when she's angry."

"I do not! I would look silly with those tattoo thingies you talked about, and body jewelry?! That just sounds painful!" the mouse squeaks.

"Yes, she needs to look nasty!" Tulani says, and pulls the Skeek in against her side, while gesturing with her other hand. "Leather! Studs! Maybe a whip or flog. Scary jewelry. But erotic. A bit of color."

"Skeeks can't look nasty! We're just not built for it!" Squeaky claims. She's also looking around the shop, nervously with how her tail twitches.

"I may have to call in a friend who specializes in leather wear," Helse says, and smiles at Squeak with smoke spiraling out from her nostrils."

The outburst, such as it is, gains the attention of the Naga staff. Where they always that big?

"Well, you know I only want the best," Tulani tells Helse, leaning against the desk while keeping a firm grip on her charge. "I can leave her in your care, right?"

The grip comes right when the mouse tries to bolt for the door! And she goes nowhere, but boy do her feet 'spin' on the floor!

"Of course," Helse says, smiling again at the Skeek's behavior. "Sephia," she calls. "Make our guest comfortable in the back room."

"Don't leeeaaave me with them!" Squeaky pleads up at tulani, with big ol' mousey-eyes!

The Naga slithers over, and takes Squeaky's tail in her hands. "Don't worry. You're in good coilsss with me," she says, tongue flicking into one of the mouse's ears.

"You need to be braver," Tulani tells Squeaky. "It's not like you're going to be paraded naked around the square."

And thus the poor mouse is slowly pulled rearwards by her own rear. Hands wave and grasp at the air and feet spin! "They're gonna eat me!" she claims.

"They can't possibly swallow you whole," Tulani says, waving. Sephia hisses in a manner that might be a chuckle. Once she gets Squeaky into the back room, she says, "Don't be nervousss. It won't do you any good."

The mouse hugs herself. "What would do me good, then?" she sorta-demands; with lots of quivering whisker.

Sephia coils around the mouse, and says, "You need to relaxxx. Accept that you are where you are. Let your guard down."

"Why? What are you going to do?" the mouse demands to know, and hugs that shirt-thing tight as if it were body armor. The coiling is not relaxing to a mouse at all; so some of the reaction is body-instinct!

"Jussst focusss on me," Sephia says, pulling back slightly but never breaking eye contact. She begins to sway her torso, and then her arms as she begins a sinuous Naga dance. Only her head remains fixed in space, along with her stare.

That keeps the mouse staring, certainly! She's not about to take her eyes off. It's also getting her to let up the death-grip on her 'dress' even if she's not aware of it. Inwardly, she is of course aware it's hypnosis of a sort, but ... she's sort of going with it. Part of her knows these people are fun after all. It's just that she has to play up being a Squeak, yeah...

There seems to be.. too much motion. As if Sephia has more arms than she should, but just at the edge of vision, where things get blurry. The room is dimly lit, with most of the light coming through the doorway behind Sephia, exaggerating the shadows.

'Squeak' is slowly sort of swaying with it, too, and she's finally let go of her 'dress', which now hangs sort of limply. "What are you doing?" she asks distractedly.

"Helping you to relaxxx," Sephia hisses. She's safely out of reach, which might help at least a little. There's sound now too that wasn't there before. As if a tambourine were being played nearby.

Squeak shakes her head a few times as if trying to clear it. "Being afraid keeps you alive," the mouse claims, though without much conviction behind it.

"It limitsss you," Sephia says, raising her hands over her head to clap together and swaying her shoulders. Her head stays in place though, making it seem like everything else must be moving instead. "Fear isss kin to excitement. That isss what you are here to learn."

Squeak notices the little cymbals on Sephia's fingers now. Maybe those are the source of the phantom music.

"Are you sure?" Squeak has to ask as she continues peering at the naga. "You make it sound like fear is something to want in a weird way?" she asks.

"Fear keepsss you alive, yesss?" Sephia asks. "Excitement makesss you feel alive. It can be pleasssant."

"Okay, that's ... fair," the mouse has to concede to that logic. She rubs over her face slowly. At least she's not trying to run away? OR curl up into a singularity.

Sephia drifts closer, and actually sinks down a bit. Now her head is below Squeak's eye level. The motions of the Naga begin to seem a bit more.. grovely. Maybe it's just the vantage point.

"What are you doing?" Squeak ends up asking once she notices the naga sinking down. She doesn't even realize she's doing it, but she does reach out and actually pet the side of Sephia's face.

The Naga leans into the mouse's hand, still without breaking eye contact. "Are you ssstill afraid of me?" she asks.

"No, not really," Squeak admits. "You haven't eaten me, so I guess you're okay."

Sephia then moves disturbingly quickly. From her lower posture, she grabs the bottom hem of Squeak's dress and lunges upward to yank it up off of the mouse!

Squeak freezes up! Then a moment later she's naked! Nude! Bereft of clothing! Skeek's also are more curvy than Eeee are, and this one actually has hips and a chest that an Eeee might envy. She also covers her chest and crotch with her arms and hands, and crosses her legs! "Hey!" she complains. But hey, she's not shivering?

"Are you sssscared?" Sephia asks, draping the dress across her shoulders like a scarf. "Or exxxcited?"

Squeak starts to answer, then looks really confused. She realizes she's not shivering. Embarrassed, yes. Also, kinda turned on. "Excited," she admits, sounding a little surprised.

"A good firssst sstep," Sephia says, as she reaches out and tickles Squeak's sides. The finger cymbals jangle as she does so.

This makes the mouse bat at them! Which of course then leaves her a bit exposed. And obvious that she was slightly aroused, given the 'perkiness' of some parts and slight dampness of others.

"I can feel your heartbeat," Sephia says, pressing the tip of her tail against the side of Squeak's neck. "And feel your warmth. Isss thisss the firssst time you have felt thisss with a predator?"

Squeak's ear-insides turn bright red. "Yeah," she admits and looks away. "It's weird."

"Well then," Sephia says, and raises one hand to chime her cymbals in some sort of code. Soon after, more shadows begin to block out the light from the doorway, along with the sounds of slithering.

The mouse starts looking around, now sorta blind in the darkness and lacking any echo ability of an Eeee. "What are you doing?" she ask, voice surprisingly steady, and she isn't trying to run ... yet.

She's got good ears.. and whiskers. And a nose. There are definitely more Naga in here now! But Squeak can't tell how many. It could be one or two or more. She's feeling scales move against her, and little flickery licks against her hands and ears and feet and tail. She's pretty sure she's floating on scaly bodies now, due to the coolness.

This makes Squeak, well, squeak!. Though it's not really fear, it's more just odd. And it makes her feel odd. And even more, er, turned on. Especially the licking. She's worried they could smell-taste that now too, which makes her feel even more flustered and embarrassed.

The moving coils roll her around, and she gets stroked and petted (and still can't tell how many pairs of hands there are). Then nuzzled. In sensitive places! And someone has her left hand in their mouth. She can feel the tongue tickling her palm.

There's more squeaking, though it's not the kind that comes from fear. It's more ... excited? Encouraging? The nuzzles in sensitive places gets her to wiggle to encourage more of that. Heck, she even grabs at the tongue licking her hand! The fact her hand is in their mouth seems to not worry her at all.

Her other hand gets restrained in similar fashion, and then her feet! Before she realizes it, her limbs are being spread out while she's on the writhing bed of entwined Naga bodies. For a moment, this means there's nothing blocking the door, so more light gets in. But only briefly, as a large shape rises up to block most of it.

There's more squirming, but no terror when her arms and legs get held and pulled, and putting her entire body on display. She's rather flushed and panting, her thighs are a bit, well, damp from the excitement, along with being puffy in a place between them. She doesn't squeak this time with a large shape arises before her, she asks, "Who is there?"

The new figure's head is still haloed by the light from the door, until it suddenly expands! At first it seems like wings are spread out, but it's a hood. The sort that a cobra type Naga would have. And then Squeak's nose is booped by the snout of the cobra.. and it feels a lot bigger than if it were a Naga like Sephia.

Squeak's eyues go big and she, uh, squeaks? "Hello there," she babbles, "You're really, really big..." And the noseboop makes her go slightly cross-eyed. She's not afraid, not precisely. "Gonna bite me?" the mouse actually teases, to her own surprise.

There's an actual sound to fangs unfolding, apparently. And then the mouse is feels just the tips.. against her nipples.

Squeak sucks her breath in; she didn't expect that at all! The mouse swallows and even bites her lower lip. She also has absolutely no idea why she says what she says next. The mouse says in a breathy sort of voice, "Do it. Please." Then she's blinking and questioning her own sanity.

It's slow. And there's venom involved, which actually numbs the process a bit. It probably doesn't normally take this long to pierce a nipple after all. At least the Naga's breath is hot.

There's more sorts of gasping and squirming, than anything terrified. It hurts some, but there's a rush that's making her somewhat light-headed! She actually mutters encouraging 'Don't stop' at points as the slow painful crawl though the flesh can be quite felt, especially with how it's stretched wider the further the fang sinks.

It does stop though.. well, almost. The withdrawal is just as slow, and the tongue is licking things while the fang is removed. Then the other nipple is given the same treatment. There's more motion above Squeak. It's hard to tell due to the overall flexibility of Nagas, but it feels like more of the serpent is above her now.

The mouse feels the first nipple throb in time with her heart, The fang felt huge, and she has to wonder how big a hole it actually made! It feels huge from here! She can't dwell on it too long because the second one makes the confused skeek moan and even arch some. She might be be pleading something too, but she's pretty lightheaded and can't really tell herself.

It's possible that some of the venom got into her blood, making her feel a bit fuzzy on the inside by the time the fang is withdrawn the second time. But she does feel big hands on her waist next.

The mouse has to wonder what might go into those huge holes. But that thought is soon gone as her mind goes from the dual-throbbing on her chest, to the hands on her waist. "Wh...what are you doing?" she asks; not sounding afraid, more euphoric.

The fangs are back, this time teasing her neck, and she feels something piercing her again.. down there. And it's not a fang! It feels like.. sometime too big for a mousey. And then it becomes clear that there are actually two of them.

The mouse makes a surprised hissing sound, pierced by a naga makes them hiss like one? Who knew? She feels two parts of herself having to slowly open for the invasion. It makes her tense and tighten up a lot for a few seconds, but the consistent pressure, and the lightheaded-ness do get her to relax ... in more places than one. It's uncomfortable, and bordering on hurting, but the mouse's hips are starting to push back and help. Her face skews up in moments of discomfort, but she keeps pushing anyway. "A....alll the way in," she hiss-squeaks out as she drools a little too. "Don't stop, even if I ask," she whimpers.

It takes time to make good on that request. And things are tight enough that she can feel the Naga's pulse. Which is a lot slower than hers, which is sort of calming. After all, the Naga has fangs to her throat and is still very steady. But eventually things can't go further (due to the fork) and the Naga doesn't thrust, but rocks. This makes one pull out and the other push in slightly, then reverses. That slight amount translates to quite a lot of sensation though for a little mouse.

Squeak feels full, like to the limit full. Surprised she could take so much full, but the slowness helped things ease open enough. Then the movement, it's shockingly stimulating, the size combined with the alternating movement really rubs things inside and out. This leaves the little mouse moaning and drooling. The naga might ruin her for anything less than naga-sized at this rate! She's held, but her butt rolls as she tries to be active, and welcoming. "Dagh," she moans, "This is ... never knew it could feel like ... this good." She's throbbing still in her chest with the two empty piercing paths, and throbbing even more down below being stretched to capacity.

The other Naga are still there too, sucking on her fingers and toes. Which may be a slight blessing, because it means they can't use their tongues to make things any more intense. The teasing of the fangs is already giving spiking her adrenaline, just not all at once. Then the other Nagas seem to remember that their hands are free to squeeze, rub, pet and sometimes pinch, while the motion of their coils makes for an odd sort of back massage.

The mouse actually leans her head to the side and presses her neck even more against those fangs, which gives her even more of a rush! Such risk! It's gambling at its purest, and it's making the earlier quiet mouse moan and groan like a seasoned 'street walker'. HEr eyes are practically rolling back in their sockets, and she doesn't want it to stop.

Due to the pressure, the Naga holding onto Squeak's feet release them (boy does that make them feel suddenly cold) so her legs can be positioned more naturally. Which in this case is just bobbing loose as her hips are lifted higher than her shoulders. This also makes for freed up tongues, which really do go to work making things a bit more intense. But someone grabs her tail.. and soon it is inside of that someone, but not via the mouth. Naga are a lot warmer on the inside. It might all be lost in the haze though, as both sets of fangs press in now. The cobra has her entire neck within his mouth now. How do the manage to twist around like that and still move. Maybe having no hips makes all the difference.

"Bite me," Squeak plead-demands to some point, perhaps praying the naga can control its venom? She continues to try and roll her butt, but at this angle she can't, so she tries to shakily hook her legs around that naga's waist for leverage. It also gives away she's not really afraid at the moment, no. The mouse wants it, and isn't going to take a no now. Her tail in its warm spot starts squirming and wiggling around.

This request causes two of the Nagas that were biting her hands, to release them. Suddenly Squeak feels herself being levered upwards, solely via her connection to the cobra. Then she's being hugged against his chest, just before one hand grabs her hair and starts to pull her head back to expose her neck and throat.

Squeak's pulse quickens like mad and she tenses up all over. What an utter adrenaline rush! She;s throbby in several areas, stretched to limit, and her head is pulled back; she's completely vulnerable. And it is, by the Gods, causing her to have a series of mini-orgasms right there, making her make little chitter-squeaks. She does not tell him, or beg him, to stop though.

Then the bite comes. It's not slow or gentle, but a shock that sends a tingle down to her tail. It's right were her shoulder and neck meet, and the venom makes her first see stars, then comes the real orgasm just before she blacks out.

The sounds the mouse makes right as it hits her hard could almost be legendary! She's never felt anything quite like that! "Worth it..." she mumbles out as the venom does take hold, and the blankness swirls in, in the wake of that last pleasure-crash.

When she finally begins to regain consciousness, the room is much better lit (thanks to a lantern) and there's a Khatta man and a male Savanite looking down at her.

The skeek blinks slowly awake. For a moment, she's certain she had a really weird dream. Then she feels her nipples throbbing quite painfully and she realizes it was no dream. Her ears flush red immediately and she covers her face. "Oh Gods, what have I done?" she laments, worried about the condition of not only her chest, but of things, er, down below.

There are new additions to her chest. The nipples are still a bit swollen, but each one has a black chitin ring through them, with a chitin chain connecting them. Down further.. well, it's swollen too, but doesn't feel sore.

"You were like this when we got here," the Khatta notes. "I'm here for your fitting."

The mouse finally does uncover her face and dares to well, inspect herself, starting at her chest, then checking lower too. "Fitting?" she has to ask. "Fitting for ... clothes?"

"Well, more of a uniform," the Khatta says, and gestures for Squeak to stand up.

The mouse tries to get up. It's a struggle to get her muscles to work, but they eventually do. And she discovers she has to stand a bit bow-legged; she's rather sore down below.

The Khatta produces a cloth measure, kneels down to measure the mouse's feet and calves.

The skeek wobbles there after checking herself out. She also flicks her tail around to briefly check it.

Her tail is.. striped. At least near the end. The pink is broken up by black bands of varying width. And they don't rub off (but trying reveals the skin is also very tender and slightly inflamed there.)

The striping makes the skeek blink. She pokes it a bit and winces from the tenderness, and it dawns on her it's a tattoo! So, that makes her think of other bits without fluff and checks her hands.

It takes a moment to find, but her palms have been inked as well. The tattoos are simply outlines though, of a gaping Naga mouth. The one on her right hand is blue, and the one on her left is green. They're different enough to have been done by two artists.

The hands make her squeak a little, then laugh. And once her hands were checked, she's feeling between her legs for additions like her nipples, or at least if the soreness feels like the soreness on her palms and tail where they were needled.

"Please stand still," the Khatta complains, then turns to the Savanite and says, "Miles.." That's all that's needed, apparently. The Savanite gets behind Squeak, wraps his arms around her chest and lifts her up. And then he purrs loudly.

This causes the mouse to tense up. "Fine, fine, I'll hold still more," she complains. Apparently her more intimate exam will have to wait until later. So, if she can, she reaches up to play with her ringed nipples a little; they're fascinating her!

The cheetah's forearms are pushing up her breasts, so it's a little easier. But it leaves her lower half dangling, which makes it easier for the tailor, until he needs to get her hip and waist measurements. So he has Miles hold her out away from him, so she's really dangling now.

Squeak lets her lower half hand limply for now, she's too busy playing with her very sore and swollen nipples, fascinated by the smoothness of the rings, and the chain, and finding that removal is quite hidden; the rings appear seamless; but obviously have to have one to have gone in. So, probably a hidden pin lock. She'll need a mirror to get better looks at them too. Or at least better angles.

Another word from the tailor, and Squeak's fun-time-with-rings is put on hold, as the Savanite takes her by the wrists and dangles her from them so the Khatta can get more measurements. There seem to be an awful lot of them for her belly, ribs, and breasts. He pushes them around and tests their firmness. "Hmm, pretty big for a Skeek, will have to compensate," he mutters.

"Hey, I didn't say you could fondle me!" Squeak squeaks at the Khatta. Not that she really minded, were she pressed on it. "What are you measuring me for?" she asks.

"Bustier, part of the corset," the Khatta says, and then measures Squeak's neck. "How much can you lift with your tail?"

"As much as one of my arms, why? I use it often as a third arm when I need to hold stuff," Squeak admits. She flicks it around and wraps it around one of the Khatta's arms and pulls as hard as she can while saying, "Here, an example."

"Apparently," Squeak admits, "They did it while I was asleep. I ... kind of like it."

"I'm going to takes some measurements for the sleeve then," the Khatta says. "Can you just let it hang limp?"

"Sleeve?" Squeak says, ears perking up (and then it dawns on her to see if she feels any discomfort in them). She also uncurls her tail and lets it hang down. Even while help up, the tip can touch the floor; long tail!

"Yes, for the attachments," the tailor notes, and measures the thickness of the tail at various points. The perking of her ears causes Miles to suddenly nibble on one of them.

"Atta ... okay, I guess I'll see when it's done," Squeak concedes and sighs a little. She's grinning, though, part of her really is enjoying this; odd mix of her other 'perversions' and skeek nerves makes for interesting feelings!

The Khatta stands up and pushes on his lower back. "I think I'm always going to start out with Miles just holding short people up for me going forward." He looks at Squeak's face then, turning his head this way and that, and finally asks, "Why eyes?"

This makes the skeek blink. "What do you mean, why eyes?" the skeek has to ask, her voice pitch raising a little. "Is there something wrong with my eyes?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Squeak admits. "Do you have a mirror?"

"I'm a tailor," the Khatta says, straightening up and sounding important. "My mirrors are far too large and expensive to cart around with me. But you can use them at my shop," he offers, then gestures to Miles, who slings the mouse over his shoulder. Now she's facing backwards.

The skeek squeaks! (How appropriate). "Where are we going? Your shop? Can I have some clothing first? Or a blanket?" she requests.

"You weren't naked when you came in?" the Khatta asks, but once they leave the room, things look wrong. Wrong in that she can see the door to the main part of the salon, which means they're going deeper inside for some reason.

"Wh ... oh nevermind, I'll be okay, I'll be okay," Squeaak mutters to herself. She also occasionally comments her butt hurts too, as does quite a few other parts, but she knows why that is. At least she things she does for now! So, she passes her travel time by trying to grab Miles' tail and play with it.

The tail is very teasing and elusive. They pass through a door, then go down a dimly lit hall, through another door, up some stairs, then across to another staircase that goes down several flights, then through another door in another corridor, and finally into a room that's fairly well lit. It stinks of substances that one normally buries, but which are needed for tanning and treating leather. "I'm going to start cutting," the Khatta says, "Keep her out of trouble, Miles."

Squeak's nose wrinkles, old urine; the tanner's trade tool; a smell she does actually know from Sylvanian time. "Can I use a mirror? I want to check myself," she requests. "I won't get into trouble until after that, promise..." She grins a little.

So Miles carries her over near the lamp, then sets her down, then tries to wipe the mirror clean with a rag. It mostly smears things around, but does smear them away from the center at least.

The first thing Squeak checks in her face. All of it. Ears, eyes, lips, nose, even tongue and gums! She knows how devious the people are here, you can't be too careful; and she was worked over enough it would be hard to tell what ached from use or other things.

Everything looks normal until she gets to her ears. The insides have been tattooed. Each ear now flashes a yellow serpentine eye which she perks them. Miles makes a gesture behind her the implies stirring something with his finger.

Squeak flicks her ears around; that's ... kinda creepy. Not something a shy mouse would ever have. She then glances back at Miles and does turn around. Presumably so she can get a better look at her tail in the mirror and how much was striped. She also lifts it up to get a good look at her bum and nethers; they're sore and swollen, she can feel that much, but she doesn't know if it's just from the use, or ... more.

There's something not her normal color down there, but also a flash of something up top as well. Something on the backs of her ears?

The skeek reaches around to try and feel around her backside and bits to see if she can make them show up better in the mirror. She also perks her ears up to check them out.

More Naga eyes, except these are red and angry looking. In case anyone tries to sneak up behind her, probably. To see the other bits, she's probably going to have lie on something and spread her legs at the mirror. Or get Miles to hold her in position.

"Can you hold me up? I want to check my bits," Squeak actually signs to the savanite then turns around and lifts her arms some to make it easier. She also ponders the eyes, that would definitely give an attacker pause. It's .. clever.

It takes some maneuvering, but Squeak is eventually resting her shoulders into Mile's stomach, while he holds her legs up and out. This reveals, among the swelling, what appear to be teeth tattooed around her intimate zone. All pointing inward of course.

That about makes Squeak's eyes bug out! No one is gonna want to stick their bits in that! She squirms and shifts some to try and get a better look at her anus too, just in case. Everything down there does ache.

It isn't as clear, but.. it could be very tiny fingers appearing to come out of it. Or it's just the bruising.

Squeak shakes her head and giggles. It's creepy and silly. "You can put me down now, thank you. What can I do to repay you for helping me?" she inquires.

"Not too much to prevent fun in either passage, or ..." Squeak signs, then nervously licks over her lips to give the last option. "Your choice."

So the mouse is one more thrown over the cheetah's shoulder can carried into a very small room with a very narrow cot. She is set down upon it and.. petted and squeezed and hugged quite a bit. And has her head lick-groomed as well.

And Squeak brazenly starts feeling up the savanite, from his chest and neck, to his cheeks. Hands shift lower to rub and trace over his thighs, then playfully between then at the apex. "I probably look a right mess," the skeek admits with a semi-shy sort of grin.

Miles pauses and seems to weigh whether he should reply. He does eventually sign a single word though: "Chewy."

This makes squeak laugh a little. She doesn't take that to mean to chew on him, at least!

So he starts chewing on Squeak, in select places. He also signs what could be interpreted as 'nom' while he does it.

So, Squeak counters by chewing back, then! Also in select places, some closing in on very sensitive bits indeed!

This leads to the mouse being picked up, then set face down on the cot. Well, face down, butt up. Miles does not seem put off by the 'teeth', but he doesn't come across as knowing what he's getting into anyway. Things are still a bit sensitive though, Squeak finds out.

The sensitivity makes the skeek hiss some and squirm. It's both uncomfortable and nice at the same time, which is an off and enjoyable mix. So, she wiggles her butt playfully to try and indicate to not stop.

This encourages Miles to try harder.. literally, until Squeak is effectively being spanked.

"Whoo!" Squeak giggles, finding this entire situation both quite silly, and also enjoyable! She wiggles her butt even more, and sort of bounces it, too.

Miles adjusts his grip a bit, then really starts pounding. He makes little squeaky noises as he does, too. Although the irony may be lost in the heat of passion.

The mouse has to grab something to keep from sliding around too much! Though it does involve a bit of flailing until her hands do find things to grab and makes her have to stretch in ways that might make a carnival contortionist impressed.

This seems to give Miles an idea. He stops thrusting for a moment to grab Squeak's calves, lifting them up so that she just has her hands for grabbing onto something. The cheetah spreads them wide, then starts up again. It's more figuratively plowing, with Squeak in the position of the plow.

"Hey!" Squeak complains, and were she not flexible that might hurt! She does, though, wrap her tail around his head and sticks her tailtip in his left nostril.

This causes the cat to keep sneezing, but he does stop doing anything else. At least until he tries to lick that bit of tail since it's in reach. The tip is still a bit sensitive from the tattooing.

His tongue is bristly, and he sucks on the tail. Never mind that it's been up his nose. This goes on for a minute, and then suddenly stops. This includes stopping his hips too, while he's deep inside.

"Oh no you don't," Squeak claims and starts trying to wiggle-squirm herself back against him to make up for him not moving!

This leads to.. wrestling! Well, sort of. After a bit of grinding from Squeak, Miles wraps his arms around her torso and lifts her up! Then he's got her pressed against the wall, is back to thrusting again.. it's just all upwards now. The Skeek's face is pressed into his chest-floof as the height difference makes itself more apparent.

Squeak bites! Mostly cat nipples, but check fluff too! She also growls. Well, sort of growls. Skeeks aren't really built for it. St least she isn't trying to nurse on him .... yet.

Pressed up against him (or sandwiched between him and the wall), Squeak's own nipples are being vibrated by the cheetah's deep purr. At least he isn't spreading her legs wide now, because his hands are busy holding her up and squeezing her butt at the same time. His claws are a bit dull feeling.

And there's the nursing! Which is awkward for a skeek, what with those teeth. But, somehow she manages to sort of make it work. She also wraps those legs around his hips and squeezes to see if he'll squeak.

He doesn't squeak, but does sort of.. mew. It's a very kittenish sound, which is odd since he's the one being nursed on. Then he dips his head and starts grooming Squeak's ears.

Squeak flicks her ears all over to paff against his nose, over and over. She also ends up trying to tickle his butt and all around his tail.

This results in a tail fight. Squeak's is more agile, but his is heavier. He also cheats by pinching her butt, and spreading and squishing her cheeks back and forth.

Which ends up with a lot of Squeak squeaks! And growls. And buck-teeth playing tug the cat nipple!

Miles starts to slow down a bit, as if resting. Squeak can feel his heart beating harder, and his chest expanding further which each breath.

So that is her cue to start pounding back on him! She's not going to let him rest, oh no! She also cackles into his chest a sort of 'mwhahhahha'.

He keeps his grip on her though, and despite her pounding, starts lifting her higher and higher. It isn't much higher, since she's just a Skeek. Once she's elevated a bit more, he nuzzles down to neck and bites it.. just before going into a cheetah sprint of high-speed, deep thrusting!

Squeak goes squonk! And her eyes sort of roll into the back of her head from both the bite triggering weird instincts and the rapid thrusts causing one heck of a sensory overload.

The sprint is just that: a sprint. It doesn't last overly long, and ends with a splash. And at that point, Miles just sort of falls backward onto the cot like a felled tree, pulling Squeak down on top of him.

Squeak proceeds to sit on top of him and griiiiind down. And moan. Impressively moan for a mouse. And she doesn't really last much longer now either. She becomes a towering (well, not that towering) 'mountain' of squeaking and shuddering. Right up to the point she falls forward like a dead lump.

Miles is actually asleep for the end of it, but still purring and giving off a lot of body heat, so at least he's sort of comfortable given the lack of body padding. This doesn't last for very long though, as the tailor starts calling from the other room before poking his head into the sleeping closet. "There you are," he says. "Did he pass out again?"

"I broke him," the face-down mouse declares and lifts her arm up a little. "Whoo. Yay."

"Squeak looks up. "Fully ... prepped?" she asks, looking a mess. "I do not know what you mean by that."

The tailor sighs, "He always wears out before taking care of things properly. I probably need to feed him more actual meat, but that's expensive. Can you walk?"

Squeak has to extract him from herself (with a very wet pop and some dripping. Ew). She shifts her legs over him, then tries to stand. She wobbles a bit, then stabilizes. "I think I can walk fine."

"Hmm, then he definitely didn't manage the full prep," the tailor notes, and gestures for Squeak to follow him.

Squeak peers at the cat. "Just what do you mean by that?" she grumbles at him. Sighing, and looking a bit put out, she does follow the gesture.

The Khatta sits on a stool at a workbench, and produces a wooden box that he rummages through. "You would have to be one of the few things more petite than an Eeee," he says.

"Do you mean that as an insult, or a compliment," the mouse finally has to ask when she can't figure out which it was either.

"More of a challenge," the Khatta says. "Could you turn around and bend over to grab your ankles? Otherwise I'll have to get the special support."

SQueak purses her lips a moment. The lips on her muzzle, specifically. Then she turns around and actually does bend over and grab her ankles!

"Now, are you still feeling sore or swollen?" the Khatta asks, amidst the sounds of ceramic objects being jostled.

"A bit, but it's not surprising," Squeak replies, "I mean I've been pokes in many different ways today."

And so Squeak inhales, and inhales, and ... well, that's about it. It's hard to inhale a lot when bent over like this!

Something pokes into her main gate, and.. gets twisted back and forth as it penetrates. Probably because it keeps getting wider and wider. "Exhale now," the Khatta says.

Now that makes the skeek squeak! Her tail also shoots straight up! "What the heck is that?!" she barks out in a surprised cough, and ends up blinking a lot.

"A gauge," the tailor notes. This gets pulled out, and then he asks, "Deep breath again, please."

So, the skeek takes another deep breath. Since she's holding it, she can't ask why she's being ... gauged. IT's like she's merchandise.

This time it goes in under her tail, and doesn't get very far. "Hmm," the Khatta goes. "Go ahead and exhale."

The skeek exhales, and also tries to relax back there a lot. "Just push, I can take it," she claims.

So the gauge is pressed in again, but doesn't get much farther. "You're rather tight," the Khatta notes. "You can stand up again."

The skeek grunts and tries to relax more. "Try once more," she demands, feeling insulted for some reason.

It goes in a bit further this time. "You still need to stand up," the Khatta notes after withdrawing it.

The gauge looks a lot bigger when she sees it, and has marking all down its length. The Khatta scribbles something down with a charcoal pencil, then gestures for squeak to come closer.

Squeak steps a bit closer, though her eyes remain fixed on that weird gauge. It gets bigger than her wrist after a point!

This time the tailor reaches down between the Skeek's legs and uses his fingers (and thumb) to feel around just inside the orifices. "This feels more promising," he says, sounding a bit more cheerful.

This makes the skeek go up one her toes and ears shoot up! "What are you feeling for?!" she demands! Also waggles a finger at him.

"Cavity space," the Khatta says, withdrawing his fingers and wiping them on a cloth. "But you'll still need a bit of stretching," he says. "If you aren't too sore?"

"I can take it, so stretching is a go," Squeak claims and even lifts her nose up. "What are you stretching me for?""

"Something very specific that is something of a signature for me," the Khatta says with a bit of pride. "It's a surprise though." He then gets up and heads deeper into the workshop, making a come-hither gesture with his tail.

"Fine, I'll stretch out more than enough. You'll see!" Squeak insists and even bobs her head. Then has to wonder why she even cares that much! She still follows, though.

There is a lot of leather and leather-like material in here. Thus the smell. But the tailor goes past it all and pulls aside a curtain to reveal a little corner bedroom. Miles gets a door for his, at least. "Please lie on the bed," he tells Squeak.

"You could put up something for the smell in here. it's like a urinal," Squeak complains as she enters, then passes through to the bedroom and flops herself on it and sprawls, belly down.

"I don't notice it anymore," the Khatta says, and begins to disrobe. Once the trousers come off, it because clear he's no ordinary Khatta - and that he's also been worked on by Helse and company. If it weren't for the barbs, one might think it had been transplanted from a much large breed, like a tiger. It also had the telltale studs, bumps and ridges.

Squeak peers back and egads! "What did you have done to that thing! That's not a normal size for your kind!" she claims while wiggling her butt some.

"Never make a bet with Helse about anything," the Khatta claims, then asks Squeak, "Can you.. lie on your back for this part?" He doesn't sound as brusque then.

"That wasn't the tight spot, but ... okay," Squeak concedes and rolls over. She still splays out though, arms and legs wide. "Even if I complain, don't stop. Gotta prove I can stretch," she claims.

The tailor climbs onto the bed and.. kisses Squeak. Then he apologizes, saying, "Sorry.. I take some time to be ready."

Squeak snickers, "That's fine." She kisses him right back, and starts rubbing him all over his chest and shoulders, while the tail rubs and caresses ... the spiny-er bit.

"Be careful you don't get your tail stuck," the Khatta warns, and starts nuzzling at Squeak's throat and shoulder before starting to stroke her with his hands. At least he can retract his claws.

"I'll be fine, I think. This is exciting, so, uh, a little blood is even probably okay," Squeak claims and runs her fingers along his back lazily, and arches a little.

"Well, I meant from my passages, but even other places ... I know you won't kill me, so...." Squeak babbles.

"Like this?" the Khatta asks, and bites Squeak's shoulder. His teeth are smaller and sharper than Miles', and actually pinprick the skin. It's not that different from a vampire bite, if the vampire was just teasing.

Squeak squeaks! And squirms, and actually sorta purrs. "Yeah, like that," she sort of ooze-moans.

So the Khatta bites deep enough to draw blood, then licks it up (while also grooming the mouse's fur at the same time). Then his claws do come out, as he uses them to tease along Squeak's ribs a bit. He growls slightly as well.

This makes the mouse squirm and coo! The bite felt nice, but that may be due to vampire leaking through a bit. Her body sort of undulates underneath him, and she's petting him a whole lot more. And her tail is pulling on sensitive bits.

She can feel just how aroused he is now from that tail-touch. The predatory play is definitely exciting to the feline. And soon he's squeezing into her.

This makes Squeak wince and hiss out. "Hurts," she murmurs, "Don't you dare stop. I need to be stretched." And she's actually pushing back to help while clench-gripping his back a little.

It definitely stretches going in.. but the reverse is where the barbs, now backed up with artificial ridges and studs (that actually catch on her inside-out ridges and bumps) take things to a higher level. It's.. a very odd sort of pain.

That makes the mouse groan and arch her back high. "Dagh, that hurts ...in a very good sort of way," she gasps out, eyes wide.

The arching makes the cat bite her again, and gets his hands behind her. He pricks along her spine by extending and retracting this claws. Then he's pushing back in again, a little faster than before.

The arch in the mouse's back relaxes some, though she's also pushing back to push him right back in and slowly stretch things again. "This is ... wild," she murmurs and whimpers after the next bite. "I ... I like this."

The growling becomes deeper, along with the bite, and the cat is soon pumping a lot more rapidly. And dragging Squeak's inner lining a bit more as a result.

That hurts. It's more animalistic, raw, and it's making her squirm like mad. All sorts of whimpers and hisses escape her as she undulates and grabs at him. "Don't stop," she pleads again, then arches with a deep sort of whine on one of the pull-backs.

More biting and scratching follows, and lots of back arching - from the Khatta. It's necessary given the need to bite Squeak and still be able to push into her. It almost feels cool inside the tunnel as a result of the combination of pain and pleasure.

And the mouse dutifully makes all sorts of pitiful prey-sounds as she's taken, and pricked, and clawed, and scraped. She's sure he's drawn blood, and doesn't care at all; it feels good in a perverse sort of way. And she's actually clenching down when he pulls, which makes the spine-digging worse.

He keeps going, and the clenching make him thrust harder. Despite the wild nature of it all, he doesn't pop his cork.. which may be why he sometimes slows down and focused on using his teeth and claws more. Just when things feel like they're coming to a head.. he suddenly pulls out and forces Squeak around onto her belly before plunging in under her tail. No gradual push this time!

Squeak cries out when she's suddenly vacated and she's clenching at nothing. Of course she's not empty long in some sense because she's on her belly in a flash. The entry, though, that about makes her eyes bug out! Talk about feeling huge! And he's not even pulled back yet and ... snagged. She doesn't tell him to stop, though, she's just squirming and, well, pushing back

No he has his claws under her and teases and squeezes her breasts while he draws back and pushes hard again. Maybe because there's more cushioning in this position. He's not arching his back, and so not biting again yet.

Squeak grunts and pushes back when he thrusts. "All the way in," she pleads, "All of it if you can." She shudders again and her tail lashes slowly and then wraps around one of his legs. She's also pushing her chest forward some into his paws.

So the cat obliges, and is soon back up to the pace, even if it means Squeak has to push back in time just to reduce the dragging. At least the tailor doesn't squeak, but there are other sounds from where the two connect that can be disconcerting.

And wow, it hurts. She feels sort of spread wide, and invaded by needles! But, it's making her moan, and she's pushing back when he draws to reduce things to manageable, and she does clench sometimes reflexively. Her eyes are clenched, lips back from buck teeth, and she looks like she's both in ecstasy and agony all at once. "Intense," she does whimper out once, though.

The Khatta keeps speeding up though, and grabbing the mouse's breasts harder (with claws as well), with his chest banging into the back of Squeak's head every so often.

Squeak shifts a little so her butt arches up a bit more, and so the cat is pushing down more than forward so she's not being pushed away. She's also practically drooling as her rump burns and twitches, and will need a lot of recovery after this! She might be a little, er, open for a bit afterward.

The tailor reacts to the shift in posture by.. going harder forward, as if trying to get her back to curl over. Her tail is getting sore as a result as well, as it's being pushed over near its root.

The mouse is groaning and moaning like some sort of street whore, truth be told. It hurts, but the mouse loves it and she does not want the cat to stop or pull out. She even wraps her tail around him snug to try and hold him to her!

There is a pause, and some panting, and then the cat switches holes. It still comes as a shock and feels tight when he does this, but then he's back up to speed again and it all blurs.

The mouse is pretty sure when he pulls out, well, things back there don't close completely, she feels an odd draft for the moment! Then when he starts pounding again, she's a moaning, drooling, drippy, mess!

The tailor must have a very strong back. He keeps switching back and forth, going faster and harder each time, and only going so long in any one hole until the other starts to recover. It isn't clear if he is desensitized somehow.

The mouse vaguely suspects her muscles are going to give up even trying to recover soon! Though any worry about that is lost in the odd pain-pleasure lust blur she has going on in her brain right now. She's even arching her neck up towards his mouth!

It takes an effort, but he does manage to bite the side of the mouse's neck. It means slowing down the rest so as not to put his back out. This ends coming to a stop so he can lap up the blood.

The mouse squeaks out when he bites, then sort of shudder-shivers and tenses up as she has one of probably many orgasms throughout this bizarre 'stretching' exercise. She sort of lost count at this point. Her brain mostly shut down when she started to drool.

This is also when the Khatta has reached his limit. He turns Squeak onto her back again, and slides into her main channel. It's much smoother of an entry this time. It only takes a few more deep thrusts for him to shudder and finish.

Squeak arches up against him. Her body tries to clench down around him, but well, the muscles say no. They're worn out, and stretched. So, it made him slide in easily, but she can't really grip tight anymore! At least for the time being. She shudders again, having one more smaller ride over a waterfall before she goes limp and panting. And as she lies there, yeah, she can feel airflow in the other passage, indicating it's not really wanting to close right now either; the muscles are worn out. It feels like a rhugrhat could walk up inside her, figuratively.

The Khatta does manage to drag himself off of the Skeek and stagger off, but Miles shows up then with a first aid kit and some warm water and rags. He goes about cleaning up Squeak.

Squeak is bit bloody, both where he bit and clawed, and where he entered. For the most part the mouse lies there breathing slowly. She does manage to ask Miles wheezily, though, "So ... how bad am I down there? I can't sit up right now to look."

The cheetah signs, "No worry." He then applies something like a vinegar-soaked rag down there, which makes things.. contract.

The rest of the process is using warn water though, so she gets a bit of a sponge bath from the cheetah.

This the mouse appreciates and just relaxes there, limp. At least she has caught her breath.

She also gets a tongue-bath for her face. There are sounds from out in the workshop that aren't easily placed.

At some point Squeak just grabs Miles' cheeks and kisses him, with tongue, before letting go. "Can I buy you?" she teases.

"I don't know," Miles replies after recovering. "Would you make me carry you around on my shoulders?"

"No need to move yet," Miles signs. The tailor returns carrying.. what might be open-toed boots, but very long ones. They require lacing up their entire length. He sits and starts putting them onto Squeak.

Squeak was right, her legs feel limp and an but numb from all of that. She struggles to sit up and watch them slip onto her legs.

It's more like laying her legs into them, then wrapping them and lacing up the length. They go up past her knees!

"Will my knees work in these things?" Squeak finally asks the artisan who crafted them.

"So, I take it that no, my knees won't bend much?" Squeak observes as she watches. "And step on people? That's weird."

"Yes, at least some of the time," the tailor says while lacing up the boots. Miles, meanwhile, has fetched a bit of leather that slides over Squeak's tail, and just has some bit to cinch the ends for snugness. There are little wooden rings dangling from it.

Squeak does annoyingly move her tail not and then to make it a challenge for Miles to fit the sleeve on. She looks smug about it, too.

The cheetah doesn't complain or grab, just patiently works to get the sleeve in place. He has time, since there are a lot of laces for the boots.

At some point Squeak gives up and just relaxes, and enjoys being tended to. She looks a bit smug about it.

Once the boots are laced, Miles starts clipping strands of leather to the tail sleeve. The tailor goes to get something his workbench.

Squeak sits up a little again to watch the artisan wander off again. Her left ear flicks a little, then she grins at the savanite. "I look like my tail has streamers," she comments.

"For flogging," Miles signs. The tailor returns with a stitched-edge strip of leather with rounded ends. It's an inch wide a few inches long. There are two visible studs on one side. On the opposite side are two ceramic.. bulbs. There have narrow stems supporting egg-shaped bulbs, with one larger than the other. These are immediately plugged in to Squeak, thus holding the leather strip snugly in place.

Now that little thing makes Squeak ... squeak! And twitch! "What in Dagh's name is that thing?!" she blurts out, and feels disturbingly full. She reaches down and does a tenative tug to see how, er, firmly they're in there.

It would take a bit of force to dislodge it, and it certainly isn't going to fall out from walking.

The tailor also has a black leather domino mask. "The mask is more.. optional," he notes.

"If I tighten up any more, this thing will be hell to get out," Squeak comments as she tugs a few times experimentally. The mask diverts her attention, though, and she grabs for it. "Gimme."

The mask just two suede cords to tie it with behind Squeak's head. "There's just the corset left," the tailor notes. "Ready to try standing up and walking?"

"No idea, but may as well try," Squeak concedes and waves her arms at them to help pull her to her feet.

It's Miles that helps her to her feet. That's how Squeak realizes the boots have heels.

"Eeee, heels! I've never worn these!" Sqeak laments and wobbles a bit where she stands. She feels like her feet are nearly vertical!

The tail-flail can be used as a counterbalance at least. While Miles helps Squeak find her balance, the tailor returns with the leather corset. This wraps around stomach and pushes her breasts up a bit more without covering them.. and requires more laces.

The mouse wheezes and complains. Sometimes coherently. "What, is this some sort of torture device? Or is it to remind everyone that 'hey the mouse has boobs!" she complains as she shifts and tries to breathe.

"I think it makes your voice more husky," the tailor claims. "Or make it easier to walk in the heels."

The lacing takes time, but it doesn't go on for too long before finishing. "What did he sign, I wasn't looking?" the tailor asks.

"Well.. it probably assists in setting the proper mood for the wearer," the tailor notes. "Do you feel like punishing people now?"

Squeak peers at the tailor. "Do you want to be punished?" she asks, "I'll need a board with nails in it..."

"You can add studs to your tail flail," the tailor notes. "I just create the clothes, I don't test them out like that."

His reflexes are, unsurprisingly, catlike. "No no, you still have to work off the cost of the fittings and clothes," he says, and wags a finger back and forth.

"I never agreed to that!" Squeak grumps, and grabs Mile's nose instead. She needed to grab a nose.

Squeak proceeds to paddle Mile's behind with her tail. "The who what room?" she asks, "You just made that up!"

"No, it is downstairs," the tailor claims. "For Skeeks and Skreeks who need to be punished."

"Bet they'd pay more to watch me spank you," Squeak claims. "And given what you let that Eeee do to you, you'd like it...."

"Helse and I have known one another for a long time," the tailor claims. "And they would not pay to see me spanked. They aren't interested in watching others." He then reaches down and makes sure that Squeak's c-string is still holding in place.

Squeak squonks at that! It's still quite in place, pulling it makes her almost squat.

"I can walk in anything," the mouse claims and puffs herself up All three or so feet of her.

"Let's see you walk around the room then," the tailor says. "Be sure stomp now and then, and sway your hips as much as possible."

Squeak rolls her eyes. And proceeds to walk around. With heels like that it's hard not to sway your butt, it's what keeps you balanced in them; butt's gotta be over the pivot point of the mouse, well, will pivot! And almost does multiple times. Which makes her scowl. Which is probably the whole point.

"Hmm, your breasts don't tremble enough when you stomp," the tailor points out. "Maybe try bouncing some?"

Squeak shakes one of her fists at the tailor. "I'll make you bounce!" she threatens. Still, she does try to bounce more, which feels both weird and tends to make her almost tip over.

"Perhaps some extra under-padding would help," the tailor suggests, eyeing Squeaks breasts critically. "Extra push-up."

"Are you saying my chest is lacking," Squeak growls at him! "They're right-sized for me!"

"They need to be more..." the cat begins, then pauses to find the right word, and settles on, "Dominating."

"They need look like they're about to spill off of a shelf," the cat explains. "Jiggling hypnotically, forever out of reach. At least that's feedback from when he had a fnerf work there for a bit."

"Fiiiiine, pad away," Squeak grumbles and waves at her chest. "MAke me into some big-breasted bimbo. For that matter, why not just havea naga bite them and make them swell?"

"They can do that?" the tailor asks. "I thought it just made you numb." He's already collecting some extra bits of leather and other materials.

"I have no idea!" Squeak says, exasperated. "Y'all a bunch of freaks, and trying to make me into one too!"

The mouse's yap-trap snaps. Her ears vibrate in annoyance, but she can't really deny it.

The cheetah squeaks, and the tailor returns with two oddly shaped partial bra cups. He lifts up Squeak's left breast and inserts the leather piece behind the front of the corset, so that part of is sticking out like a narrow, curved shelf. It does make Squeak's breast look bigger if a bit squashed height-wise. It's not very comfortable.

Squeak frowns. "Not comfortable," she claims, "Should you take it off and better fit it?"

"Let's test them both first," the tailor notes, and inserts the second one. The chain hanging between Squeak's nipples is so far out now it doesn't rest against the corset. Then the cat starts poking the breasts to see how much they move. There's a bit more jiggle to them. "I'm not sure we can get you to Skreek levels with what we have to work with."

"Well, then we should ask Helse to see if something can be done," Squeak grudgingly suggests. "She might have a way to make em bigger, somehow. Look what she did to you.""

"I was already big," the tailor remarks. "Well, this should be good enough, given that you're a Skeek. Some of the Skreeks will like it coming from someone more petite I imagine."

Squeak hmphs. "Afraid to ask her, is that it?" she teases. "You must be her boy toy."

"Helse is sure to have a collection," the tailor says, standing up and stretching his back. "If you're ready, Miles can take you down to the club."

Squeak tests her tail whip on the Tailor's butt. "Fiiine, I suppose I am ready," she claims, trying to look all pissed and stuff.

The cheetah does not complain, and leads her into the dark hall, then down more stairs. This must be one of the plaza support towers. Eventually the come to a heavy curtain with light bleeding through it. The cheetah holds it aside for Squeak.

Squeak slaps Miles' butt hard as she passes him by and sashays through the curtain into the next room.

It's an antechamber of some sort. There's a wooden bench, and lantern hanging from the wall. And big Skreek dressed in a leather loincloth. "First time?" he asks Squeak.

"As what, worm?" Squeak snorts at the skreek. "You here as a client, or work here?" One of her ears does twitch, though, feeling weird and a bit silly at her own words.

"I like the eyes," the Skreek answers. "I'm Big Butch the Bouncer," he notes. "What's yer working moniker? Is it Miss Snake Eyes?"

"I think I'd prefer Venom," Squeak counters and sniffs. Though she also almost stumbles. Stupid heels.

"Alright, we haven't had a Skeek in a while," Bruce notes, and looks 'Venom' up and down. "Do you a particular style you prefer?"

"I haven't the faintest idea," Squeak admits. "I'm winging it." She sticks out her tongue.

"Hmm," the Skreek goes. "In that case do you want to paired up with a regular or a newbie?"

"What would be safer? Or easier?" 'Venom' inquires. "A new one so they don't know what mistakes I make are mistakes?"

"Probably safer, if you know not to go too far," the Skreek says. "I'll set you up with a parlor, and see if I can't find you someone safe." He then gestures for Venom to fallow him through another curtain.

"I won't kill anyone, promise," 'Venom' claims as she follows after the rat. She also fondles his butt.

The Skreek turns to wink at her as they enter a hall with lots of curtained off doorways. The curtains are heavy, and the rooms have the typical Eeee soundproofing, but it's still possibly to overhear crying, whimpering, groveling and berating coming from the curtains they pass. Bruce stops at one of the curtains, and pokes his head inside briefly. When he pulls it out, he says, "This ones should be safe enough," and holds the curtain for her.

Venom's brow arches a little at him, then winks. "Later, then," she sorta-purrs at him, then steps through the opened curtain to her sure doom.

The lighting is dim and pink (thanks to colored glass in the lantern). The furniture is a single fainting couch, a stool, and a Rug'hrat.. rug. On the stools is a Skreek man, hunched over and wringing his hands. He's wearing a leather make the covers his nose and whiskers, but lets his ears and lower jaw go free. And some sort of.. odd.. garment around his hips that isn't easily made out due to the hunching. He blinks at Squeak in surprise.

"Well, don't you look pathetic," Venom claims at the skreek as she saunters over and flicks his nose. "Come here to grovel before your betters, have you?" Well, they came to be abused, right? Plus, she's uncomfortable, so hey, bitchy comes with the territory.

"Uh.." the Skreek says, and looks down (so may eyes to avoid!) which means he's staring into Squeak's breasts instead. "I've.. I'm bad. I have bad thoughts, M-mistress.." he admits.

"Yes, yes you have. You're clothed. YOu haevn't earned clothing yet," Venom claims and taps him right on the nose. "Strip."

The man gets up, and turns around before taking his shorts off. There are still some straps that criss-cross under his tail though. When he turns back around, it looks like he's wearing one of the tailor's creations: some sort of constraint for his genitals. It doesn't look comfortable, and probably isn't easy to clean.

Venom's tail whips around and swats the main right in that constraint ... thing. "Dear me, what's this?" she sorta-purrs at him. "Does it ... hurt?"

The man whimpers. "It's to keep me from.. being aroused," he says. "By naughty thoughts."

"Awww, does that happen a lot?" Venom asks, and leans in so her chest is poking his nose.

"A.. all the time," he bemoans, before.. well, letting his leather-clad snoot sink in between them. Restrained whiskers means no tickling! But his tongue does poke at the chain.

"You could always go to Gorphat's Temple and ask for a blessing to remove those urges," Venom teases as she pulls at his ears. "How long have you worn that thing, hmm?"

"A few weeks now," he claims. "Except for.. you know.. making water," he says, his voice dropping to a whisper near the end.

"And why do you not want to have naughty thoughts? What kind are they, hmm?" Venom encourages, then swats his butt with her tail.

After wincing from the light swat, the Skreek says, "S-sexual thoughts. I shouldn't be havin' them."

"Why shouldn't you?" Venom coos and runs a finger along his ear. "You're a rat, no? You're filthy creatures..."

"I shouldn't," the Skreek says, trembling as he does. "I get them about every girl I know. That's.. not proper!"

"Well, why don't you act on them, hmm? Just be a dirty rat," Venom teases, and her tail taps on his crotch-thing.

He nearly doubles over from that, but gets his snout caught in the corset for a moment. "They're.. my friends. People I work wi'. They're sweet and nice and.. if they knew what I thought, they'd have nothin' to do with me! I'm sure of it!"

"Have you asked any of them on a date? Are any Eeee? Everyone knows Eeee are just moral-less sluts," Venom coos as she reaches around him to see if she can unhook that thing from him.

It's practically made of leather belts and straps - basically a smaller version of her own corset. "They like me because I don't do things like that," he claims. "And, I don't want to date them.. just.. you know. Sometimes right out in the open where the others will see! It's awful!"

Venom starts unbuckling the mess. "Well, I do know Gorphat's temple can cure you of those urges, and cheaper than coming here ... but," she murmurs. "I think you like having these urges. You like being dirty. don't you?"

"N-no," he claims, but averts his eyes. "Well.. just.. in my head.." His hands wring and wring, as is unsure that to do about Venom's unbinding him. From the looks of his hands, his wrung them a lot.

"You could always get a pet Rhugrhat to take your needs out on," Venom teases. "Your kind will hump anything, won't you?"

"No! That's.. not true," he claims. He looks at the rug then. "They're big and scary, too."

"Also not violent," Venom teases. "I bet you're thinking about it riiight now," she adds, and swats his butt with her tail.

"What are you thinking about, then?" Venom insists as she resumes unwinding his binding.

The man shuffles his feet, which isn't easy when they're practically hands. But his crosses his toes, hangs his head and doesn't answer. The bindings are still tight despite the loosening.. mainly because the Skreek is reacting to the act of unbinding.

"I asked you a question, worm," Venom reminds, and this times swats the bindings, hard.

The man squeaks, but still stays clammed up. He does hang his head lower and grabs at his ears though.

The skeek swats again, this time the bindings, then next his butt. "Talk," she demands. "Now."

"Describe her, then," Venom insists, and goes right back to taking off his bindings to make things even more uncomfortable.

"Keep going. What does she look like," Venom pressures, and starts swatting his butt more regularly as more buckles come loose.

Now he shakes his head more. Maybe he's pulled out his whiskers already, or that's the real purpose of the mask. "She stares! Always! With mean eyes. And is cruel!"

Venom releases the final few straps so that things can burst free. "Oooo, are you thinking about me?" she whispers in his ear, then bites it.

"Sorry sorry sorry!" he claims. "I can't help it!" He even tries crossing his legs to hide his guilt.

"Oh, I know you can't. You're a nuaghty, dirty, rat," the mouse claims and swats his butt again with her tail. "What should I do with you, hmmm? You aren't worthy of my treasure of course. But, maybe my butt is dirty enough for a rat like you."

"I don't know.. shouldn't give it what it wants.." the Skreek whines and squirms. Although his tail is raised pretty high.

"And why not? Maybe it would ... calm down?" Venom teases and now runs her fingers along the freed bit. "MAybe if you beg me, I'll let you relieve yourself in me," she coos, then taps a couple fingers. "Butt only, though. You're not worthy for anything better." And that is punctuated with a really hard swat on his butt.

The thing between his legs is actually twitching in time with the swats. And then the Skreek gets down on his hands and knees, fingers and toes gripping the rug. "I don't.. deserve.. anything, M-mistress," he claims. "Please.. help me." He stares at Venom's heels while saying this. They probably look scary up close.

Venom lifts a heel and plants it in his back to try and force him all the way down. "Of course you don't deserve me. You're a rat," she chides. "It it was only an offer from my magnanimous nature." She grinds that heel in the center of his back for a bit.

That does drive him down into the rug-fur, and makes him squirm. "Yes.. I'm sorry for thinking about you like that.." he whines.

Venom drags the heel along his back, then past his butt to where she presses the heel against his, er, bits. "You should be. It's only because I am so kind I would allow it, though," she adds and presses more. "So many others would do much, much, worse."

The whining is muffled a bit as the Skreek bites the rug now. His tail curls up, and he might be having trouble breathing with that mask over his nose as a result. When he does stop biting, he gasps, "What.. what do you want me to do?"

"Oh, I don't know. What do you think you deserve?" Venom teases as she twists that heel slowly.

"Punishment for thinking about you.. about.. touching you," the rat whimpers. "Whipping.. the root of the problem.."

"Ooooooh, well, I would send you to Gorphat's temple. There's a servant there called Penance that could make you really suffer. More than I could, certainly," Venom comments and yawns a little. She snaps her tail, striking him right between the legs. "And they're all naked there, you know."

Jerking a bit at the swat, the rat whimpers harder. "It's not right to think of Yodh like that.." he claims.

"You're not right, and I think you like that," Venom claims and swats him two more times; this time making sure it's just the leather threads hitting.

"Y-yes, Mistress.. whatever you s-say," he replies. His tail keeps trying to curl down to guard his privates, and he keeps wresting at away at the last moment.

Venom reaches down and works out just one end of her 'g-string', and swivels it around so her rump is free. Boy, she feels ... open. "Are you sure you don't want my kindness and offer to relieve your needs in me. It's all open and ... waiting," she teases.

"So? If you can't fit, that means you're even more pathetic," Venom claoms. She drops down on all fours, then hikes her rump and waves it at him. "Last offer. If you don't try, well, I'll just close up and look at removing yours," she threatens.

There's another whine, and then the rat grabs at Venom's thighs. She first feels that's leather-clad snout poking in!

Venom grunts. "Dirty. Very dirty," the mouse claims as her tail whips around and swats his butt, hard.

The snout is withdrawn, and then the Skreek is on top of Venom's back. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he keeps repeating as he tries to find his way inside. There's lot of near misses.

"Pitiful. You can't even use that right," Venom continues with the insults. "You really don't need it, maybe you should just have it removed completely." More swats of her tail hits, this time up between his legs.

"I.." the Skreek starts to say, then actually sinks in, much to his surprise, since he comes completely silent and still afterwards.

"You actually need to move once you're in, rat," Venom remarks a bit acidly, and starts swatting him hard on the butt. While hers starts to ... squeeze.

The swatting give him a rhythm of sorts, prompting him to thrust forward. The squeezing makes him.. start to pull back though. "I'm not hurting you am I?" he asks, sounding worried.

"I barely feel you, you're so small it's sad," Venom claims cruelly (also to set him at ease aboot hurting her). Another hard swat on his butt. "I'm surprised any girl would even notice you."

"They wouldn't.." he claims, but tries harder at least. Even if he's whining still while he does.

The mouse isn't really trying to have fun herself, and the outfit is uncomfortable enough to not help it. So, she mostly spends her time spanking him while he pumps away, and tries to get him to at least release and feel even worse about himself! Or something. She really has no idea what she's doing.

The whimpers become panting, and Venom can feel his breath against the back of her ears now. He's probably staring at the eyes tattooed on the back of those ears. He's starting to thrust harder and faster, which isn't pleasant at all due to the corset and even the boots. Their hard edges bite at her skin when the thrusts hit.

Squeak (Venom) makes sire the ears stay upright, so that the tattooed eyes continue to stare right at the rat. She, for the most part otherwise holds still. It's not like most guys really if the one they're, er, in, actually enjoys it. It at least allows her to pay attention to, and spank him more if he ever lets up! "Bad boys release without permission, you know," she purrs, "I bet you've very bad."

The rat is grunting more and then stop and lets out a long hiss. He's twitching in there, and Venom can feel that he was definitely pent up until that point.

"See? You're very bad. Look at you just popping without permission," Venom remarks dryly, then starts spanking him over and over with her tail.

"Are you? Are you really sorry?" Venom hisses, accentuating each word with a tail swat.

"Nah, not really. It felt good," Venom admits (and kind of lies). "And I suspect you feel better."

"I would hope so," Venom claims, "Otherwise you are going to the Yodhgorphat next time..."

"Unless you want to clean me up first with your tongue," Venom jokes. "Otherwise, yes, bind yourself."

The Skreek gets off of Venom and busies himself with his restraints again in silence.

And Venom re-inserts the weird plug thing before she leaks. Oof. Then she's back on her heels, and amused.

The Skreek doesn't seem to know what to do next, so bows his head until it touches the rug, and says, "Thank you, Mistress.."

Venom puts her foot on top of his head. "Of course, worm. Behave yourself, though I know you will fail," she says dryly.

"I will do my best to keep my shame hidden," the Skreek promises, all but grinding his face down into the rug.

The Skreek slinks away, clutching his pants. A few moments later, Bruce pops his head in. "Everything alright? Didn't give you any trouble, did he?"

"Nah, he was fine. I helped him ... relieve himself," Venom claims. "Not sure if that was right or not, though."

"Who knows?" Bruce says. "It's all a myst'ry to me. But they come here with coin, over and over again."

Venom shrugs. "Weird, though I suppose I can see the allure. Sometimes it's nice to give up control," she admits.

"I prefer taking as much control as I can get," Bruce claims. "Ready for more, or done for the night?"

"I could take more, after a five minute break or so," Venom claims, "But if there's no one else I can take off too. Not sure how much I need to work off, though."

"I'll check the waiting room," Bruce says. "The regulars have their preferred therapists that they plan for though. But if'n there's nobody else waitin', I can play with you," he offers, and winks.

The tightness of the corset and boots is starting to take their toll, or else being unable to bend her knees has unforeseen consequences. Venom doesn't have to worry about it too much longer though, as half-a-dozen Skeeks swarm into the room (which is large enough for maybe four Skeeks). The small mob have very nimble fingers though, and use them to attack Venom's laces.. and tickle her.

Squeak, aka Venom erks! "Hey, what, why," she says as she starts to swat wildly at the other skeeks. What are you doing?!?"

"Stuff!" the apparent ringleader says. He's a bit buffer than the others, has a hooded fur pattern reminiscent of Nicorina. He's also popped out Squeak's plug-in modest shield.

Squeak oofs! "Hey, I didn't say you could take that out, either! The mouse now feels open and airy. She continues to swat at them with limb and tail!

There are more of them than she has limbs though. With one Skeek per limb, the ringleader is able to work on laces again. The one holding onto Squeak's tail holds the tip in his mouth (and sucks on it) while working to detach the flail-sleeve from it. A few of the others still try to tickle her with their toes and tongues (the latter being used on the back of her hands mostly).

"What do you waant?" Squeak giggle-complains as she pulls at those trying to hold onto her. "I didn't agree to this!"

"You're a naughty mouse!" the hooded one accuses, and finally gets the corset undone. A mixed blessing. "Bruce said so," he adds, producing what looks like a Vartan feather. "How naughty have you been?" he asks, and starts using the feather to tickle Squeak's nipples, and uses his other hand to give little tugs on the connecting chain.

Squeak erks and grabs her chest to protect it, or at least tries to! "That hurt!" she complains, "I'm not naughty, I was made to do all this by force! And careful, those don't come out easily!"

"A challenge?" Hood asks, and leans in to use his mouth on the left nipple, using his teeth and tongue to try and undo the chain. Or is just teasing more.

Squeak erks, that's hardly comfortable on freshly poked flesh! She tries to shove him away using her body! Maybe she also likes the chain? Who knows.

Moving her torso is a little easier now at least, both because of the removed corset and because she's being suspended by the Skeeks holding her arms and legs. This also lets her see when the curtain is pulled aside again and the big Skreek, Bruce, arrives, sans loincloth (but still wearing his leather head-mask).

"Oy, your kids here are molesting me and stripping my stuff!" Venom complains as she sort of squirm-twitches while suspended! "What, are you going to abuse me now and put me in some terrible chastity thing?"

"Chastity? She doesn't work until tomorrow night," Bruce says, then grabs onto Squeak's hips and takes the plunge. The stretching treatment wasn't quite enough to deal with the Skreek though. "Probably some abuse though!"

Squeak's eyes bug out and she sort of grunts when things are pushed right back open. Odd when you felt open, only to find out how it felt was not how it really was when things are quickly (and probably a bit painfully) parted again! And of course her instinct reflex is to push against him instead of pull back like any sane person. The desire for the 'large guys' transcends forms, it seems.

The Skeeks start to chant, "Heave.. Ho.. Heave.. Ho.." With every 'heave' they try to swing Squeak back away from Bruce, only for him to pull her back hard on the 'ho' part, so that he's slamming into her. It's rather slow though.

And it involves a lot of grunting, gasp-wheezing, and a pain-skewed sort of expression on Squeak's face! As if things weren't sore enough from the work done on her, this just keeps on pummeling already sore bits! So, that she's sort off drippy-aroused and moaning too is even more disturbing (probably). The things people like...

After several more heaves and hoes, Bruce grabs the sides of Squeaks face and brings his head (and hers) together until they're nose to nose. Then he puts on a flurry of speed with his hips, and Squeak feels him finish. This doesn't stop other things from happening though. Hood is up to something in the corner, where Squeak can at best catch glimpses of his back between the bodies of the suspension crew on that side of her.

Squeak surprisingly does not peak. It felt nice, but it's short and guys take much less workup to get there! Still, she's not upset he finishes, and she sort of coo-gasps out when he does; leaving her feeling all warm inside from it. "Mmmph," she mutters once she catches her breath, and is grateful to not be pounded for a bit; things feel sooo swollen down there.

Bruce pops out, but the absence isn't felt for long. Hood shows up, and pushes a rubber hose (expensive!) into Squeak. It's connected to a bladder that the Skeek holds in his other hand.

"Glark!" goes Squeak when she's, er, hosed! That's a sensation she's not used to. "Wha, what is that for?!" she barks out at Hood and glares at him. It's hard to look all that intimidating when you've got a hose stuffed in you, though.

It goes in pretty deep, and Hood just says, "Hygiene." Then he squeezes the bladder and floods Squeak. While it does 'wash out' Bruce's contribution, it also stings and smells a bit like pickles. It's causing her already sensitive flesh to pucker though, tightening back up.

Squeak sort of puffs out all over! The stinging and the smell, also makes her nose wrinkle. "Ewww!" she complains as she becomes a smelly 'fountain'.

The hose is pulled out, and a damp rag applied to clean the outside a bit. Then Hood returns and.. plunges into her! It's not exactly slick in there anymore, but that doesn't stop the Skeek, as the chanting and swinging start up again.

"Hey! Careful, you could get me pregnant!" Squeak claims when another skeek is now, well, in the middle of a game of hide the salami in her! Granted, that's also the only warning she gives because she's moaning soon after.

"You're a naughty mousie," Hood claims, not keeping to the chant for long. He uses his fingers to play with the nipple piercings as he thrusts.

Squeak considers complaining, then just concedes with groan, "I'm a naughty mousie." And proves it by pushing back now and trying to ride him.

The rest of the crew begin to lower her down to the floor, now that she isn't exactly struggling. Once she's down Hood really puts in some extra effort, while the others caress, tickle and kiss Squeak.. although these also get interspersed with some light 'playful' slaps to her cheeks and breasts, and the occasional tail and chain tug.

Squeak does hook her legs on Hood's so she has some leverage to push back, and clench (sort of, things are a little stretch-tired!) The other's antics makes her squeak, true to her name, or sometimes gasp, or even better sort of shiver and moan. Especially the chain pulls and slaps.

With the extra leverage, Hood starts plunging harder again. It isn't clear if he's trying to punish Squeak or not, because he soon releases with a gasp!

And this time so does Squeak! She arches up and chitter-moans a few seconds after his pop! She's also twitching all over.

Hood pries her legs open so he can pull out, but he's immediately replaced by the next Skeek, who seems to pick up at the same pace Hood left off at.

This makes Squeak complain briefly, before she's right back at it. Raw hoo-hoo be damned, she's gonna do him too!

At that pace, this one doesn't last very long, but he's then replaced by the next Skeek so there's barely and interruption. There's no flushing out between Skeeks, so at least there's some lubrication building up.

Squeak, the revolving door. Not that she notices, or cares, at the moment. Talk about being inducted into being some sort of whore, though! Yodhinala, though probably do more than this in a night!

The mix of alternating sensations, broken but sudden bits of pain and the close quarters (so many bodies in a small space, along with the other odors) make for a heady atmosphere. At times Squeak begins to hallucinate that all of the Skeeks are in her at once, superimposed over one another. Just as her the lubrication begins to reduce the tenderness (relatively speaking), Bruce takes his turn again. The others pin down her limbs when the big rat goes in again, and with the same pace that the others have been keeping up despite the resistance.

Squeak is so out of it that Bruce entering registers a bit pate, and sort of makes her jerk and cry out in shock and surprise! (Mostly cuz it hurt!). Then she's trying to push up at him while he pushes down. The hold on her arms and legs limits her movement a lot, though! Not her noisy moaning, though.

Hood suddenly rubs something around Squeaks nostrils, which makes things seem even weirder, making her see flashes of light in the dim room. She only knows when Bruce is done when the hose goes in again.

"Oooo, colors," Squeak babbles as she sort of stares upward. She half-thinks of Mordecai and his demented crew and all they did with the human form. It's close to the same weird, anyway! The hose sensation ... that makes her giggle like a demented .... thing.

The giggling seems to encourage the mob to all tickle her, while Hood starts the next cycle.. while also trying to tickle her, just with his feather (the tip held in his mouth) instead of his fingers. He needs those to hold onto Squeak with.

So, there's lots of crazed giggling, and the mouse wondering what their goal here is?! Of course that's even when she can think clearly ... which is quite questionable right now. She's tickle back too, but well, held!

It all becomes a blur, until Bruce's turn comes up again. This time the Skreek lifts her up and presses her back against the wall. The shift in gravity brings a moment of clarity, as the Skreek is actually going for pure passion this time instead of some sort of ritual. Nobody else is touching her as she's pressed between his chest and the wall, his hands gripping her wrists and his nose snorting practically into her ear.

Which leaves Squeak, gasping and disturbingly aroused. She hooks her legs around his waist and helps out by pull-grinding when he pushes. Her breathing is ragged in time to his as the rat and mouse descent to a more animal state of mind and just sort of rut there on the wall, grunting, growling, and drooling.

It takes a lot more effort and time for Bruce this time. His mask is actually a bit askew, and his fur is matted and musky smelling. Or the entire room smells like that now.

It's not exactly easy for the mouse, either, things are battered down there, and hurting. So it's hard to build back any sort of wave, but it hardly stops her from trying! Or clenching. "Give it to me," she even growls at him at one point!

The rat grunts, and bounces her a bit harder. He ends up hissing as he barely manages a spurt, and it's fairly drawn out as well.

For a while, they're both just stuck in place, until Bruce is able to pull away so Squeak can slide down into the waiting arms of the Skeeks.

Squeak is limp as a noodle right now. She could be dressed, or carried off, or enslaved, or any number of things and she wouldn't be able to resist.

Instead she's carried off. The air beyond the curtain almost comes as a shock to her exposed bits. She isn't carried far though, just a few rooms down. There's a feeling of warmth again, and she's lowered down into.. a bathtub? It's empty, but soon buckets of warm, soothing water are poured into it.

Okay, warm water feels niiiice right now, soothes all the achy bits and lets her sort of float and just be. "Fibble-blugh," she says ever so intelligently. "Is it over?"

"Now you must be cleansed," Hood claims. This apparently involves sponges and bubbles, as the Skeeks very gently wash her, starting at the tips of her ears and slowly working downwards.

There's a whole lot of giggling as she plays pop the bubble. "I don't think there is enough cleaning in the world to remove the taint of being a whore, though," the mouse admits at one point.

"We tried to get all the naughtiness out," Hood notes. "Are you still naughty?" he asks while washing her breasts.

Hood reaches down between Squeak's legs, and uses the sponge and bathwater (is it infused with herbs? Tea? It's soothing) to clean her more abused areas. He also licks at her nipples to see if there's a naughty reaction.

If the reaction is to sort of squeak-moan is considered naughty, then yeah, she still is a bit .. because that's what she does.

"Hmm," Hood goes, and then pushes Squeak down onto her back in the water (which isn't exactly deep), climbs on top of her and kisses her!

Squeak mmphs! But she sort of hug-kisses him back anyway. Also, pulls his tail at some point for everything he did!

Hood squeaks at the tail pulling, and responds by.. very gently mating with her. It's not at all like a Skreek would do it. The other Skeeks are also reaching into the tub to keep up the bathing part of it, even washing her feet. Hood seems to be trying to get some of the soothing, soapy water into her tender area with via his slow pumping.

And for the most part, Squeak relaxes and sort of goes with it. It is soothing to a degree. Kinky and weird too, but also soothing. "Y'all are weird," she sort of blurbles out.

"We were naughty before," Hood says, making squelchy sounds and and building up a lot of lather as well, starting to move into a faster phase of activity.

"You're still naughty!" Squeal claims and beeps his nose, before just relaxing into it and soon having a low-grade pleasure-wave. Mostly tired, but it felt nice.

"Well, only the naughty can save the naughty," Hood claims, and humps faster as if to prove the point. At least.. Squeak doesn't feel as sore down there now. It's back to feeling nice again. Hood finishes with a squeak and a deep kiss.

SQueak returns the kiss. It's long mostly because she's tired and it would take effort to even end it! So, she just rides it out with her lazy self as she floats a bit in bubbles.

Eventually Hood lifts her up out of the water, and the others hold her up to finish cleaning her. Then she's carried out and smothered in fluffy cloth to dry her off (and floof out her fur).

Mouse goes 'whee!' as she's carried out and sort of fluff-dried. It's completely ridiculous, but it's fun.

She's soon being carried off again, this time to the entry chamber. Hood gives her another kiss as the towels are removed, and her leather gear is brought out and set next to her.

"What about my actual clothing?" SQueak asks for, "I can't wear that out!" She peers at it nervously.

"What actual clothing?" Hood asks. "That's what you were wearing." He then knocks on the outer door, which opens and the familiar Savanite is there. He signs, "Ready to go?" to Squeak.

Squeak gathers up the 'gear' and nods to the Savanite. "Lets get out of this loony bin," she says as she quickly hurries through the door.

The cat fuzzles up the top of Squeak's head and smiles, his ears twitching a bit. Then he scoops her up and slings her over his shoulder again, to carry up the steps of the tower.

Squeak squonks! She never seems to have any dignity! Granted, she'd fight for it more if it didn't amuse her to no end deep down. So, she takes the free ride up.

Eventually she's carried back into the back room of Slaves to Art again, and set down next to her original clothes. The Savanite sniffs her neck too. She probably smells nice now.

Squeak is grateful to have her clothing back, so she's hurriedly getting into them to cover up! Granted they rub her sore nipples, which doesn't help but she'll live! She also pokes the cat for sniffing her. "This place needs a warning sign on it," she mutters.

"I am a humble servant," the cat signs, trying to look innocent. "Otherwise I would keep you in my bed."

The cat then takes out a cloth sack, and packs the leather elements into.. although he does sniff the plug shield and waggles his ears at the mouse before adding it in.

Squeaks ears go flat. "Ewwww," she complains, "Pervert!" She even turns her back to him!

This earns her a lick along the back of her right ear, and a pinch on her bottom.

The cheetah is silent save for a purr that might sort of be a chuckle, or just a purr of varying intensity.

The mouse ends up reaching back and swatting him. "Cats," she complains, "You're all terrible. All of you."

Squeak turns to glare at him for a good long while. Huffing, she finally relents and stands on her toes so she can kiss his nosetip.

Squeak arches her brow. "I'm a bit worn down there," she claims, "So, all you can use is my butt. So unless you like that idea, probably not."

In reply the cat's eyes go wide. He was probably joking, but soon has his pants off!

Squeak stands there, dumbfounded by this and wide-eyed. She didn't expect him to agree to that! But ... oh well. She sighs and drops her skirt, turns around and bends over using the wall as support. She even wiggles her butt at him.

She is a bit surprised that he starts licking the entry in question. Maybe because she smells nice all of that area was cleaned up. But cats lick their own butts.

That makes the mouse stiffen up! "That feels disturbing," she claims after a few 'passes'. "I can't believe you're doing that."

It doesn't last, as soon after the cat is in there with a different appendage, and there's a lot more stretching and pressure.

And grunting. It's 'not comfortable', but the mouse does keep her word and allow it, even with it hurting. She focuses on relaxing some and letting him push in slowly.

Well, he starts slowly. But he's excitable. There also voices outside. Helse talking in semi-whispers to someone.

Squeak tries to listen to the whispering, which is hard when you're being distracted by cat pistoning your poor bottom because he called your bluff!

The purring washes out some of it. It isn't clear who Helse is talking to, other than that it's probably another Eeee. Aside from the odor of excited cat, there's a scent of pipe smoke. It smells similar to the sort that Mave uses.

Squeak's butt is undulating slowly to help, but she's really focused on trying to make out who is talking, and why? Mave never leaves the Temple, after all.

After finally hearing some of the words more clearly, Squeak realizes the conversation isn't in any language she knows. It certainly has the qualities of Babelite though, but the words are foreign.

The mouse signs to the cat, "Who is she talking to out there? It sounds weird." In case he might know.

While things are paused, Squeak tries to take herself, and the cat, closer to the hall to see if she can get a peek while he's still quite stuck inside her. Nosy mouse. Accommodating, but nosy.

This is awkward for the leggy cheetah, who has to waddle. But at least it gets her closer to the door, where the smoke scent is stronger. Or her sense of smell is just better than Alptraum's is. Helse is talking to another woman out there, with a slightly familiar voice. Probably not Mave's though. The cadence of the speech reminds Squeak of the gypsy dialect that some women in the old troupe used. But that was a always referred to as "woman speak" and Alptraum shouldn't listen in, since he might get hexed.

Well, Mousie is a girl now, so she can listen in! Pity she doesn't understand any of it, though. So, she settles into letting the cat finish pounding into her and releasing! Maybe she'll see the mystery person on the way out. Or maybe not. Doesn't matter that much, she's got a cat inner butt!

He doesn't last that much longer though. He clearly still isn't very practiced in this. He pulls out and falls onto his butt, rubbing his legs.

And once he pulls out, she clenches her butt tight so she doesn't leak! She also grabs her skirt and the bag of her things. On goes the skirt, then she scurries to a position where she might be able to spot who Helse is talking to.

She spots Helse and an Eeee woman dressed in black. The noise she makes coming through the bead curtain causes them to turn their heads, and Squeak recognizes Bara. Both her and Helse are smoking their slender pipes, the same sort that Mave uses. "Hello," Bara says to Squeak, looking her up and down.

Squeak waves a little to both. "Uhm, hi. Sorry if I interrupted. I can go back in the back if I'm a bother being out here," she babbles.

"We're just old friends," Helse explains. "Some of her employees come here." She doesn't say anything about the conversation they were having though. "Did you get the clothes you were looking for?" she asks, pointing to the sack with her pipe.

"I guess. They're embarrassing, but it will do, thank you," Squeak claims with appropriate mousy nervousness. "Just waiting for my pick up now."

The door chimes, and Squeak can here Tulani asking, "Did my mouse come back yet this time?"

"Yay!" Squeak squeaks! A rescue! She hurries towards the door and Tulani. "Alldonewecanleavenowthisplaiceisfullofweirdoes!"

"Well, slightly less full of them once you leave," Tulani teases. "Come on then, back to see the doctor for you!"

"I am not weird! I am normal! This place is weird! It makes people weird!" Squeak argues as the pair depart this strange place for saner pastures...