Revy wakes up feeling.. tired? She's pretty sure she's awake, but it's hard to tell since she can't open her eyes. She's also feeling a bit floaty. As in through the air. But eventually she wakes up enough to realize she's being carried in the arms of someone. She still thinks her ears should be fluffy though for some reason.
"Who's there?" Revy asks, then starts, well, feeling around on the person carrying her. She tries to not grope.
It's definitely one of the bigger Savanite men. Since he's cradling her in both arms while walking he can't really reply. They're definitely moving down the hallway, since she can sense the closeness of the walls.
Revy ends up pinging a bit to get an idea of room shape and if she can tell where they are going. She also pats the large fellow's chest.
It's a very firm chest. The trip is short before turning into one of the side rooms that Revy doesn't recognize. It's small, with something in the middle.. no bed or other furniture.
Revy perks up a bit. She tries to ping out the object in the middle as her ears flick and cant.
It's a standing framework of some sort, and Revy soon finds herself set down on her feet. Her courier squats down to pat her legs, feeling them for.. something.
"What are you doing ...?" Revy inquires. She's keeping her legs still for the moment, she doesn't think he's asking her to lift one.
After some more inspection, the man nudges Revy's legs apart a bit before getting up and doing something with the frame. It sounds like a heavy piece of wood is involved.
Revy's ears continue to flick and twitch. This is both concerning and interesting. They've not done anything bad to her, so she's not really worried. Mostly just curious. She reaches out some to try and feel the structure.
She ends up feeling the Savanite's back, which makes him turn around. He tries signing something into her breasts: No worry.
"I'm not worried. Just curious," Revy says. She quits feeling around though and for the moment, just waits.
The man moves to the bat's side, and holds her lower torso in one hand, while pressing on Revy's upper back to bend her forward.
Revy would blink if she could. Slowly, she leans forward. Now this is a little worrying!
Once she's bent at nearly a right angle, she feels her neck rest against something curved and padded. There's a dragging sound as something is pulled under her, probably by a spotted foot. There are mechanical noises, and something like a padded stool rises up to make contact with her stomach.
Revy sucks in her stomach a bit when it's contacted. "Hey, I'm starting to worry," Revy comments. She isn't trying to get up, though.
Once she's supported by her feet and stomach, the man takes one of Revy's wrists and sets it into another padded opening to one side of her head. This is clearly a stockade.. just a more comfortable one.
Revy was suspecting that maybe. Did someone rent an Eeee in a stockade, then? She wiggles her wrists a bit, then her hands. She still doesn't get up, even though the locking brace hasn't been placed yet.
The man adjusts things so that Revy's collar isn't caught in anything. When he sets her other wrist, he ties something into her hand, and moves her thumb over the end of it, where there's a sort of small plunger button. He moves her thumb so she gets the idea that she can push it.
"Help call?" Revy asks as she curls her fingers around it and positions her thumb. She taps her thumb on the plunger.
It moves pretty easily, and springs back. The top part of the stock is folded over and there's a latching sound. She could probably still get her wrists through if she tries. The man taps her button-thumb again.
Revy presses the thumb button firmly this time, since she assumes that's what he wants?
There's a click and the top of the rack pops up. The button must be connected to the latching mechanism.
"Ah! It's an escape button. Got it," Revy says. That makes sense. She has an out if needed. Hopefully she won't need it.
The top is clicked back into place, and then the testing begins. This starts with a bent-over kiss!
Revy squeaks! This is awkward! It's funny in this position how limited movement is. There's a whole lot of attempting to stretch lips and tongue in this odd process.
The kiss ends, and the Savanite catches Revy's tongue between his teeth and starts to draw it out.
Revy goes bllleeaaaah? She relaxes her tongue and lets it be stretched out.
A moment later it's being wrapped around.. well, the Savanite is standing up and facing her.
Revy thinks 'oooh, is this what this is for?' Her ears also get really, warm in embarrassment. She undulates her tongue to feel what she's had it wrapped around. And she also pulls a little with it, trying to draw it closer to her muzzle.
It's exactly what she thinks it is! The Savanite must be leaning over with his hands on the rack, given how tall he is. So he probably isn't going to be moving a lot. But she can hear his purring, so she's probably on the right track.
This will be hard to do without hands, or much movement! She's having to use her tongue to pull and try to encourage him to move closer and closer. It's a lot of undulating, curling, and using her tongue more like a prehensile tail as she tries to figure out how to work this. And him.
For now it's up to her tongue! But she can wiggle her butt at least, so that motion translates a little bit (it's not exactly tight around her neck). The door opens and another person enters, and Revy soon finds someone feeling her butt. Stretched out as it is though, there isn't a lot to feel.
Revy does wiggle her butt a bit until someone is feeling over it. Well now, uh... That's a bit distracting. So she tries to focus on tongue and mouthwork instead. Which is mostly wrapping with it and kind of squirming it like a naga. Is that one behind her going to ... do something?
The one behind is doing something. And that something is Revy. He does keep his hands on her hips though, and she can feel his bent knees hitting the back of her legs as he starts moving. The challenge now is to not bite down with the impacts.
The Eeee isn't completely restrained though, if she thinks about it. She's got the thumbs on her wings if she needs them.
Well, one of the good things with him pushing is it makes her move some! So she starts using the one's behind her motion to help her push-bob on the one in front of her! She's keeping her wings pulled in for now, doesn't want to hit one of them! It's ... interesting, that's for sure. And it's starting to feel nice.
The one in front tries moving now too, pushing at the same time as the one on the other side. This means Revy's nose gets buried in fur each time. If she has to sneeze things could go bad very fast, but mainly she just has to make sure she breathes when her nose is clear.
Indeed, she has to spend some time figuring out their timing so she doesn't inhale in when he's thrusting or she's gonna snort fur. Better to hold breath at points than have a sneezing incident now. She might, well, bite. And that would be ouchy!
The pair of kitties don't keep sync for long, as the one behind starts speeding up. He's also making chirping noises. He's not as tall as the one in front, so probably younger and more eager.
But two cats! That she can figure out from the sounds. Question is are they guests, or are they people that work here? Not that it really matters, just an idle curiosity. She has to focus more on the front than the back as a slipup forward could injure herself or him, and neither would be good to happen. So the one behind gets some muscle control work, but her tongue and such takes priority. So does breathing.
The one in back keeps speeding up! The one in front stays the course with his current pace.. which means it's still up to Revy to handle things there. Since they're both Savanites, this could very well just be a practice run to make sure Revy can handle things.
So, they're testing her? Bet that wasn't hard to get volunteers for! The one in back has it easier, he's using things intended for purpose, so she really can leave him more to his devices and not have to be as focused. Basic control and rippling there. Focus stays forward, with her tongue doing its best to act like a snake on a mateh high.
Have they had Naga in here before as guests, she has to wonder. Or as staff! They clearly have facilities for non-Savanites. The one in front, the nose-rubber, is making harsher breathing sounds now. At the other end, Revy's own muscular manipulation is bringing her to a peak, along with the chirping cat.
Now she has to pay attention to the one behind. It would be bad to bite and clench jaws if she peaks! She tries to actively prevent herself from peaking, somehow. Adjust muscle work, shift angle a little if she can. Anything! If that fails, well, she'll have to be very careful. And she really tries to get front-cat there first! Just in case.
It doesn't help that back-end cat is now leaning over against Revy's back, reaching around to massage her breasts and biting the back and.. bouncing his nose off of the rack, probably in an attempt to bite the back of her neck. Mister tongue-tied is twitching against Revy's tongue and starting to actually move his hips more now. Still out of sync with one another though!
They must be doing this on purpose! Or they're just way into it and forgot about the other one there. Doesn't matter, Revy really has to focus. This is a point where it feels a bit like an actual job! Less about enjoying and more about ensuring they do, which means she has to try to not. It's confusing!
There's no stopping the one on her back, despite her best efforts. She feels him release and shudder! But the one in front tweaks one her ears!
And Revy splays out her ears wide! She'd complain if she could, Eeee ears are sensitive! She starts moving them randomly to try and keep them out of hands again! And she bites down, just a little, too! And the release in the back, well, it still felt lovely and she's struggling not to crash over the cliff from that.
The front-man lets out a yelp at the bite, and slows down. He also keeps his hands to himself for now. The one on her back is purring loudly, and still groping her breasts as he lies there.
Revy didn't bite that hard! Yeeesh. And with the one on her back still, she can really focus just on one and thus really goes to town on him. She even sorta rumbles and even 'pings' the part she's holding with her tongue and muzzle.
The ping has a galvanizing effect on the Savanite, as in his back arches as if an electric current has suddenly run though it. He actually starts to peak from it!
Revy learns something new! So, she pings again before she has to worry about not drowning. Or coughing. This is real work! It's a good thing she's getting paid, hmf! Mostly, she tries to draw out his peak as long as she can manage it.
Being able to wrap her tongue completely around someone provides a different kind of muscle control, and she's able to literally 'draw things out' of the Savanite for a while. It's all in the ability to squeeze things tightly.
It's a weird sort of nursing, that's for sure. And gripping tight to prevent things coming out is probably a weird sort of intense for the cat. Hopefully not in the range of Dar-intense, though.
The man shudders, which Revy feels through her tongue, and through the rack itself as he grips it. He also meows. Surely that can't happen often?
Revy feels a bit smug! She holds things back, then lets out a little, then holds it back. Over and over. Hey, she's sorta mimicking things Hexen talked about, only with tongue and not rope. Weird. Also disturbing. How did her life get this weird?
Eventually the Savanite is drained. He also pats Revy on the head a few times. For a job well done or as a signal to release him?
So, Revy bites down again for a few seconds to hold him. And growl. Mine? Anyway, it's mostly just a game as her jaws relax and her tongue finally uncoils.
Both men pull away, a bit shakily. Revy senses movement, so the must be signing to one another. So far her back and stomach and legs feel alright.
Revy lifts a foot and wiggles it. "I'm all right," she calls out, in case they were wondering.
More patting, and then they leave. A few moments later a more boisterous pair of people arrive. "Dis is it!" a Skreek voice says. "What's up wi' her eyes," a second asks. "Can she hear us?" "Of course she can, she's an Eeee!"
"Nope, I can't hear you at all. I totally didn't hear you ask your friend if I could hear you," Revy remarks a bit dryly. She also sticks out her tongue.
"She can talk!" number two blurts in alarm. "She. Is. An. Eeee!" the first one points out. "Now.. uh.. one at each end, right? Oh look, dere are boxes to stand on!"
"Nope, one at a small angle to my left, the other hanging from the ceiling," Revy quips. Well, if they're going to be goofy and nervous, she's going to pick! It's only proper after all.
"I like you!" the head rat says. "But why are your eyes stitched closed like dat? We weren't tol' about that. You alrights in here?"
"It's fine. Some people don't like to be looked at; it unnerves them. And it's not like I'm blind. Well, not eye blind right now anyway. I can hear just fine, and your friend has one pantleg shorter than the other," Revy comments. She can tell some things from how sound bounces, after all.
"Hah!" It sounds like the first one is elbowing the second. "We are Bahb and Whiff, two pit fighters," Bahb claims. "Not like death pit stuff but sort of more circus fighting." "We're clowns that fight," Whiff clarifies.
"Let me guess, also old childhood friends?" Revy asks. It's not like she can as easily tell age, not unless their bones creak. "Nice ta meecha. I'm Revy. And obviously, a weirdo. I mean, I'm here."
"Cousins," Bahb says. "Whiff is a little slow, he got kicked in the head by a Fnerf."
"Yeaaaah," Whiff says. "I never seen nuthin' like this afore," he admits. "It is an escape trick?"
"Can be, but no I'm here for entertainment purposes, of a sort," Revy notes.
"So.. what's the.. uh.. pro-see-dhure here," Bahb asks. "We aren't here to tickle you are we?"
"You don't know? At all? Haven't you ever been with a girl?" Revy has to ask. "And yes, I'm a girl! I even have boobs!" She shakes her torso to make them sway a little.
"Yes, we have!" Whiff claims. "See, we asked for something different," Bahb explains. "And dis is different! So.. I guess one at a time?"
"Both at the same time," Revy answers, "One in front, one in back." She sticks out her long tongue suggestively.
"Ooooooh," Bahb says. "I guess I got wi' the front, might be too complicated for Whiff. Dat explains the boxes.."
"I didn't even know there were boxes there," Revy admits. It's not like she looked for them after all. "I promise I don't bite hard..."
The two rats position themselves. Whiff seem to take a bit longer to get ready though. Maybe they haven't ever been with an Eeee before. "It look diff'rent," Whiff notes. Bahb, meanwhile, is gently stroking Revy's ears. "So, like, what's yer name, while you can still talk?" he asks.
"Revy, queen of de world," Revy claims haughtily. And yes, Revy's bits look different from rat bits! But they still work. She wiggles her butt at Whiff, too. Her ears, meanwhile flick a little bit under the scratching.
"Yer ears got like, girdle-bones in them," Bahb says. Then his lets go and uses his hands to maneuver things in range of Revy's tongue. Whiff, meanwhile, has his nose and tongue up into her.
She wasn't expecting a tongue being used back there, so that tends to cause her to jump a little and twitch in surprise! It feels good, just very surprising. Thus, it takes her a moment to remember there's a guy in front of her. She has to search him out with her tongue, and once she locates what she thinks is the right part she wraps her tongue around it several times to help draw and guide it between her lips.
"Don't mind Whiff, he has this thing he's gotta do to get ready," Bahb explains while Whiff explores deeper with his tongue. Bahb isn't sure what to hold onto, so.. holds onto Revy's hands. Well, the fingers anyway, like he's about to kiss the back of them. He doesn't have any problem getting ready once Revy's tongue has a grip on him.
It's surprisingly distracting with that tongue back there. It's not something she's experienced a lot of after all, not as a girl anyway. No wonder her partners as a guy liked it! She tries to focus, guy in front needs most attention. Right. So it's work to draw him in and forward till nose touches torso. And at that point her tongue really gets to work again. Squirmy, indeed. Along with a soft sucking nurse. All without her teeth coming into play too.
"Oh wow, that's.. quite a tongue!" Bahb claims, and Revy can hear his tail slicing like a whip back and forth through the air. Whiff, meanwhile, finally pulls his tongue back out.. only to start using it on Inala's orb.
That tends to make Revy frizz out a bit! That is even more distracting and she tries to focus. She doesn't want to disappear in tingle-bliss while she's trying to, well, make another guy find that place. So, she double-downs on her crazy tongue-work. The more she moves it, the more she has to think about that and less about what goes on back there. Sorta, Kinda. Squeak.
"Don't worry none," Bahb says. "Skreek girls kin be kinda rough, y'know. I got calluses!" Whiff keeps working, though, trading out his tongue for a finger.. just so he can stick his tongue back into Revy's tunnel against. The pads on Skreek fingers are a little rougher textured than on Eeee, which makes it a bit more distracting than usual.
Revy's toes splay! Why has she never noticed this as Nicky?! Is he trying to keep distracting her? Ugh! It's driving her crazy! It's also making her tongue work stutter a bit. Frustrating, she's supposed to be a professional! Wait, when did she care so much about being a good whore? That in itself is worrisome. At least she's mostly too distracted to think too much on it.
"He'll just keep it up for a bit," Bahb explains, feeling Revy's twitching. "Don't resist or nuthin'."
Revy isn't resisting! She's just trying to remain, you know, focused! She has sharp teeth. If she bites it will be a bad day for a skreek!
Whiff is really intent on getting Revy to her peak. Bahb laughs a bit and wiggles his hips. "You can bite a little!" the Skreek claims. "Got bit by a Naga once. Not sure iffen it was a girl or not though."
Probably didn't matter, either. She gives up fighting the rat behind her and just gives into the sensations. Also means she does bite down a bit more! It also doesn't take long when she quits fighting it before she torpedoes over the cliff and comes crashing into pleasure-land. There's a lot of trembling, and would be squeaking except she's a bit muffled.
"Ahahah!" Bahb laughs at the bite. Whiff stops his torment once Revy peaks, as this was apparently what it takes to warm him up, since he's soon inside of Revy, pumping his away with his hips.
It takes a while for Revy to come down, too, especially since he starts working her after. So it's a few minutes before she's come down enough she can focus on ratto number one before her. And so that she can tongue-control better again and bite a bit less!
Bahb's blood tastes a bit of alcohol. It's not bad, for a Skreek! It's hard not to suckle on it, especially when the rat doesn't seem to mind any. Skreeks can be weird when it comes to sex!
This is a bit disturbing. Sure, she's a vampire, but drinking from that spot is not something she's ever done. And never even considered it! It also makes her wince given it makes her think of the torture some of her alternate identities have gone through! Egad. At least it helps her focus some.
What would Nikky do? She'd certainly have some fun with these boys. And now that both of them are moving, it's back to the synchronization problem again. One that's also more distracting than before.
Nikky wouldn't question it. She would just enjoy it. Not debate the semantics and techniques to do this 'perfectly'. Ugh, is she actually turning into a Yodhinala? Revy just tries to push those thoughts out of her head and work the two rodents, the one before her with her rippling tongue, and behind, with rippling passage muscles.
Well, a Yodhinala probably would focus on technique and results. A Yodhblakat would just go nuts with it. Revy is probably somewhere in between? She's not crazy, afterall. The Skreeks might be, but they're both certainly enjoying themselves!
Well, she is enjoying it some! But she's also examining technique too. It's just ... weird. She's even developed a 'taste' for things, so to speak. Or at least gotten used enough to it to not mind. She's trying to make Bahb pop! She also idly wonders if these are Yodhmabb followers, if they like being bitten in their junk.
Bahb isn't exactly resisting, either. But Skreeks can be pretty virile. She actually feels Whiff pop first, but Bahb follows almost immediately. Both Skreeks make weird noises when it happens.
And Revy really has to struggle to not drown, virile indeed! It's best to not think about these things when she's doing what she's doing. Swallowing. Drinking blood to live helps in dealing with weird fluids. She also clenches back-behind to milk Whiff too. Filled on both ends.
"Oooooof," Bahb says, panting. "Gimme a moment." Whiff just pants, but finds out he can reach Revy's breasts if he leans over more.
Revy releases Bahb from her mouth and takes some deep breaths herself! Her chest ought to be in grabbing range if the rat can drape on her. "You're not Yodhmabb followers, are ya?" she asks.
"Who?" Bahb asks. "Don't know much about the Sisters, but never hear o' dat one."
"Rat Goddess," Revy notes, "Dn't worry 'bout it."
"Dere a goddess jus' for us?" Bahb asks, sounding surprised. "Is she pretty?"
"Well ... depends on how you define beauty," Revy waffles.
"Like.. uh.. a hot Skreek!" Bahb says. "Goddesses are hot, right?"
"She's kinda like Gorphat, sorta," Revy says and winces.
"Deh one with de free hospital?" Whiff asks, and is already starting to move his hips again while he leans over Revy's back.
"Yes, that one," Revy says, suddenly distracted again. It's both weird having someone inside you, and lovely at the same time. Ugh, body urges!
Especially someone that 'warmed her up' first. She's still extra sensitive back there, and having her boobs fondled amps things up a bit.
Revy is moaning now, and quite enjoying the rat upon her back, inside, and his fondling. "Hey, you in front of me, put your thing back in my mouth, please!" she suddenly insists.
Revy hears knuckles cracking, then she feels the sausage at her mouth. And also.. fingers in her hair.
And Revy opens her mouth, flicks her tongue out to catch the rat, and pulls it right back in. She closes down and suckles like she's starving.
Bahb keeps futzing with Revy's hair while Whiff nibbles on the back of neck. Is her face-fun-friend braiding her hair? He's soon stiff enough that he could be used to curl it, certainly.
The bound bat feels nicely filled on both ends. And a position at the moment she feels is just right for her. Her rump is rolling a little bit, she can't move a lot after all. Nor can her head, but her tongue and lips are quite active as they try to bring the rats around for another flooding round.
Even Skreeks take time to recharge, although they still enjoy the build up. Whiff is trying his best, and Revy can hear the box he's standing on scrape the floor a bit. He's also twisting her nipple piercings a bit too! Bahb is humming a bit tunelessly as he does Revy's hair as she suckles. Would a pit fighter know how to style hair? He does pause every so often to scritch under Revy's chin too.
Revy makes a rather muffled squeak when those piercings are twisted, and even shivers from it, the twinge of pain making her flare a bit in pleasure too. Odd reaction, but she's an odd bat. And as active and nursing on one end, and clenching on the other as she is, she's not trying to force them to pop in a way they wouldn't enjoy. So if it takes a while, so be it!
"You've got a lovely long tongue dear," Bahb says. "Anyone can suck, but let's see what you can do with that tongue." He has an almost scholarly tone, for a Skreek. Whiff has no advice, as he's pretty occupied. He even gets one of his feet around Revy's leg to get better leverage.
That almost sounded like a challenge. So in true fashion and ego, she takes it up. Her tongue curls around the part of the rat between her lips like a serpent. Once captured, it undulates, squirms, and writhes. It even tightens and relaxes in various places along its length to make the sensation ripple.
"Oooo, dat's da stuff!" Bahb says, sounding like a Skreek again. "Yer my first Eeee ya know! Whiff was the toy for one though."
"Not da fun kind do," Whiff clarifies before nibbling Revy on one of her wing-arms.
The response to that is she clenches down on Whiff, and Bahb gets an undulating progressive squeeze-curl of that bat tongue. She's nothing more than a toy right now, but hopefully a fun one.
Whiff further climbs Revy, getting both feet on her legs now. It's a bit weight, but luckily that belly-stool support is helping. Bahb tugs on her hair in response to some of her moves, and moans. She can feel a drop of drool hit her nose. At least she thinks it's drool.
Well, given where his other bit is, it would have to be drool, right? She really works herself on both ends to clench, grip, and ripple on the rats, just with different passages. Like it's her duty to provide them with a perfect pleasure experience. Not that it isn't feeling good to her too; she's enjoying both activities immensely.
Whiff doubles his efforts, both in speed and force. It causes a bit of impact with the stocks though, and also pushes her into Bahb's crotch over and over again.
So Revy just uses that push forward to help with her work on Bahb! She doesn't have to move her head, the thrusting is for her, so she focuses entirely on tongue and lip torments. She's not even thinking about what she's doing right now, or she'd probably be mortified. All she knows at the moment is how much she's enjoying it.
There's a moan from behind, as Whiff pops. It's a prolonged one from the feel of it. Bahb is dealing with what he can reach, scritching Revy's cheeks, rubbing her temples, and blowing on her ears. Such hot breath! But he's not biting anything! And Revy can feel his pulse rising.
The rat popping behind her makes her feel very warm on the inside, then a lot of pleasure rippling through her. It's a near state of bliss for the bat, really. She's also not about to let Bahb escape from this sensation, as she doesn't relent with her tongue at all, she gets even more squeezy and slithery. The rat behind, she's clenching to try and hold him in place.
It doesn't seem like Whiff is trying to escape, as he's busy massaging Revy's breasts. Bahb is really breathing hard now, and things start to taste salty as he prepares to blow.
Revy's lips clench tight and she starts to nurse on him hard. Enough her throat is visibly rippling as she does. He's not going to escape her either! Mwahaha!
Bahb lets out a loud squeak, and surrenders his juice to Revy! With quite a bit of force behind it too.
And Revy's eyes would roll back in her head if they weren't sealed! The instinct and urge is to do exactly what she's doing, and drink him down. Maybe it's just the vampiric urges. Could a vampire survive on such things? Well, that's a gross thought.
Protein is protein, although whether or not there's spirit energy in this version is uncertain. Beings that subsist on it probably wouldn't be called vampires though, but succubi. Bahb collapses forward a bit, having to support himself on the top of the stocks. He can probably bump noses with Whiff at this point.
That's a disturbing thought. Is she becoming a succubi? Hopefully not, she's odd enough. And with the two limp, Revy also rests breathing through her nose. She keeps her mouth around the rat, though, with the slow occasional lick.
The only way to be certain is to see if she can absorb anything that Whiff left in her. Bahb is still twitching up and down from the licks. Whiff is actually start to get antsy, trying to get his feet back on top of the box.
Revy ... reluctantly releases her grip of Whiff. She also decides to use her own shadow to see if she can, well, absorb anything Whiff left inside. For some reason, now she wants to know. Weird thoughts.
The shadow is good at absorbing just about anything organic. And there is a bit of an energy bump from it. And then Whiff has climbed between the stocks and the stool and twisted himself so that he can suckle in Revy's breasts. He's really getting the most out of her. Bahb lets out a series of hiccups though.
Revy is rather disturbed she can absorb that, to he honest. The nursing helps her stop thinking about it at least for a bit. She even relaxes her mouth should Bahb wish to escape her clutches.
"Woof," Bahb says, and does pull away. "Just need to catch my breath."
Revy flicks her tongue out and up over her nose to find out if that was indeed, drool.
It tastes like.. well, it's eggs. Bahb must have eaten eggs before he came here. At the moment he's gone around behind Revy, and patting her butt like it was a set of bongos.
Revy wiggles her butt at him. "Hope you enjoyed," she chirps. She can't exactly look back, not being in the stocks as she is. It's not even uncomfortable.
"Well, I hope to enjoy a bit more," the Skreek says, and is soon inside Revy. He's a bit girthier than Whiff. Apparently he caught his breath.
Revy squeaks out in surprise! How much stamina does this rat have?! The larger size does feel nice, though, and soon she's clenching on him as little pleasure ripples are already flowing through her. And of course her hips roll a bit.
The Skreeks are professional fighters or wrestlers. Revy should expect above-average stamina. And Bahb is very 'grunty' about it, meeting the clenches with hard thrusts.
The roughness combined with the size is putting the bat in her very happy place. There's much toe curling, moaning, and nice rippling sensations of pleasure that follow his pushes. And of course her body reacts instinctually by gripping down during those.
Bahb just keeps it up too, grunting the whole time. Sometimes he goes up a bit, lifting Revy's feet off the floor. He also likes to spank her every so often. This is going to be a long one!
And Revy mostly has to just ride it out and enjoy. She's soon drooling herself, with a sorta spacy-look on her face since she's deep in the pleasures of it all. There's also much squeaking and shivering!
Ten minutes pass. Then twenty. Then it's hard to keep track of such things. Bahb is in his groove.. and in Revy's groove as well. His grunts are sometimes interrupted by gasps though. Whiff is making sure Revy's breasts are properly stimulated as well. Eventually there is a prolonged gasp from Bahb, and he comes to a stop.
Revy knows rats can go for a bit, and was not disappointed. At that gasp, Revy clenches down and holds on, shivering a bit. She's peaked so many times this one isn't extreme, but it is enjoyable. She feels thoroughly used, and ... quite content about it.
There's a knock at the door, and Revy hears it open. There is probably a Savanite there, signing something. "Yeh, I think we're done in," Bahb says. "Got a recovery room?"
Revy doesn't know! She wiggles the fingers of her free hand roughly at the Savanite, though!
The Skreeks pull out and let go respectively. They sort of shuffle as they walk though. A moment later a hand presses on Revy's back and signs, "Alright?"
"Yeah, I'm going great," Revy chirps. "This is rather fun and everyone has been great." Nevermind all she can smell right now is rat. She also tries to sign that with her one empty hand, but that has limited movement too.
"Like music?" the attendant signs into Revy's back.
"I do," Revy replies and thumbs-up.
"Good," the Savanite signs, and then leaves the room. Not long after Revy can hear a lute and flute combo approaching. And a deep voice that cannot be a Skeek or an Eeee, certainly. He's singing about a lonely shepherd and a randy Rughrat.
Revy's ears flick and turn as she tries to use the sound and music to paint her a picture of the playing musician. That song also reminds her of stuff from her childhood, such weird songs were common camp songs; and probably had some truth in their words given what lonely people do.
The song ends when the troubadours enter the room. "Ah, a captive audience," Deep Voice notes with a humorous tone. "We are Harred and Farrood, bards at large. And who might you be, young lady, and what brought you to such circumstance?"
Farrood, presumably, introduces themselves with a quick little tune on the flute.
"Revy," Revy replies and wiggles her fingers. "I'm here totally by choice and to have fun." She's also still trying to figure out what they are by the sound reflections. "Why are you here, hmmm?"
"To perform for you, of course," Harred claims, and strums his lute. "The body can be an instrument as well."
Revy sort of snort-laughs at that. "Well, I have high standards when it comes to music," she claims.
"Oh, are you also a musician?" the big voice asks. "Or more of a critic?"
"Musician," Revy claims. Which is ... actually true.
"Aha! You have a pleasant voice, so are you a singer?" the man asks. "Or do you play an instrument?"
"Instrument. Flute or recorder usually. Though I can also play a harp too," Revy replies. "Not a singer."
"A harp! Were you part of a quartet?" the man asks, and runs his hands along Revy's spine. It's a big hand.
"Nah, solo act," Revy replies as her back arches up a bit and those wings of hers flick too.
"Oh-ho, never had a partner?" Harred asks, and lifts Revy's hips.
"Not playing an instrument, no," Revy answers, with her voice rising a bit in pitch as her hips are lifted up!
"I like that sound!" Harred says, and then Revy feels something pushing into her. It's big.. big as the pony even.. and it takes some time for him to get all the way in.
Meanwhile, Farroon plays a little ditty on his flute.
There's a whole lot more squeaking as he pushes in! She's also still trying to figure out just what he is! Does he have hands like a vartan, or does his, er, shape, give anything away? And the size means he's rather snug going on ... so tries to focus on how it feels, shapewise.
The hands have pads and fur and big claws. They're also pretty strong, and since Revy's feet aren't touching the ground, they grab onto her thighs and lift them as well. Spreading them comes next. He feels kind of familiar though, just.. scaled up. There was that Jupani air mage.. Gusty? It could be a big Jupani then.
If it is Jupani, egad! That could present problems! Good thing she's flexible for that spread, though it still makes her squeak out loudly. She's not asking him to stop, though, nor has she triggered the release; the stocks still firmly hold her.
The wolf hasn't even started to move yet. "You're not fragile I hope?" he asks. "You're such a tiny thing after all."
"Nah, I'm durable," Revy claims ... which is hopefully mostly true! "And I'm not small, I'm just an Eeee. And more durable than most, at that."
"Let's find out!" the wolf says with a bit of a growl, and starts to buck his hips. Without her feet on the ground, it feels a bit odd at first. He's almost moving her spine like a wave.
And the bat feels overly full. Intensely full! Slightly uncomfortable, but not painful, and that means it also starts feeling rather ... good. Her toes splay and clench and she soon starts making all sorts of pleased chirpy sounds!
The flute solo picks up the tempo in response to Harred's increased pace. Each push is still a stretch though, and the wolf's breath becomes more growly over time. He starts to squeeze her legs in his giant hands as well.
Revy's legs bend up some and she grabs his biceps with her feet! She's also got that bit of a vacant, jaw-opened, drooling expression again. The stretch makes every sensation more intense. She'd push back if she could, but, well, she has no way to!
Her feet can't even completely grip the man's biceps. He can't be a Jupani! The feel of the fur is a bit too shaggy as well, so Harred might actually be a Titanian. A singing Titanian.
That about breaks her brain to even think about. Aren't they supposed to be dumb as rocks? Though right now she can't think too much on that at all. Not with the size of the wolf part inside her, and egad if he can tie, she's in trouble!
The literal big bad wolf is breathing down Revy's back. What if he bites? He's probably trying to be gentle as it is, but he's got her hips bouncing up and down now.
Revy is trying to not worry about it. It's a new experience, after all .... and she plots how to ken him to learn his body. Might be useful in the future if she can pull it off. Of course it requires a clear head so she can't do it while he's active. "You're fine," she manages out in a squeak, "All good here." In case he's worrying.
"Good.. yah.." Harred grunts, and pumps faster! He's not really trying to rip her legs off or anything, he just has a firm grip is all. When he leans over, Revy can feel his breath ruffle her ears. He's tall.
He better not rip her legs off! She wouldn't weather that well. With his increased movement, though, it leaves her moaning and drooling again.
It goes one for quite a while, until the drool starts to hit Revy's head. "Here I.. go.." Harred warns, and then bursts inside of Revy. She's going to need the shadow just to make room.
Revy feels like a horse exploded inside her. Egad! The shadow does come in play, and quickly, trying to absorb as much as she can so she doesn't burst something herself! She also tries to use it as a chance to ken him as he probably won't notice it in the throes of pleasure.
Since Harred is still in the throws of pleasure, the effect of the kenning may just feel like a bit of extra pleasure. He moans and breathes heavily.
He also isn't going anywhere, as he's plugged things up as well.
And it feels good to Revy too! Doing that to someone is close to this sort of physical pleasure too! So she's twitching and squeaking, a lot. It's not until she's done with kenning that she finds just how full she is. And a bit of shock that he managed to fit that.
The sound of the flute continues, but now in a mellow, more relaxing manner. Which is tricky to do with a flute.
And poor Revy is panting now too. "I can't believe you ... stuck ... in me," she wheezes. "Feels great!"
"Yer tighter den de Fnerfs," Harred says, his vocabulary slipping. He twists his hips a bit though which twists Revy's hips as well.
That makes Revy squeak a bit. "Yeah, well, I'm a lot smaller than a fnerf," she points out as her wings flutter a bit. "But see, durable!"
At this point he's let go of her legs, so she's just being supported by his locked in shaft. "Dis'll pass in.. uh.. a bit," he says apologetically.
"Yeah, I know. I've been with Jupani before and this has happened," she says as her legs sort of dangle and she feels mildly ridiculous. "So ... am I also supposed t' tend to your flute-y friend?"
The flute plays a rising, questioning chord. "Farroon? If'n you want, sure. He doesn't talk much, but ain't a spotty."
"It's more if he wants to. What is he, anyway?" Revy inquires, curious as her ears flick and tilt some.
"Uhhh.. sand kitty," Harred manages to say.
"Oh, Khatta then, gotcha," Revy quips, nods. "Well, up to him iffin he wants to or not."
"He takin' his pants off," Harred notes. There are a lot of tinkling sounds, like bells, involved in the process. And then a sound that Revy hasn't heard in a long time: a harmonica!
That makes Revy giggle. That is such a silly instrument. She suspects that cat must have looked rather ridiculous.
It's also an instrument that, with a neck piece, can be played without hands. Since those hands are petting Revy's head.
Revy wiggles her ears at him a little bit, and grins. She soon opens her mouth too and lolls out her tongue as an invitation, so to speak.
It takes a moment for the cat to be ready, but Revy soon feels the tip of a prickly bit of anatomy. This is accompanied by a harmonica riff that seems both questioning and apologetic.
"You're fine," Revy says while she can still talk. Then that prickly bit of anatomy wraps about it and draws it in, where she closes around it. This will be a little trickier, so she's slower in her tending to him, until she gets a good idea of his shape and where are the prickly parts.
It's almost the entire surface. It's not bad if things moving with the spines though, and they aren't that bad, mostly like bumps in places.
Well, it's a challenge, and she works with it. While there is nursing going on, her tongue ripple-clenches as it rolls forward, then relaxes when she draws it back to avoid catching too much. So it's a suckle in, with a rolling push of her tongue sort of out (though she doesn't try to push him out-out, just provide counter-sensations.
The challenge is also in figuring out where the sensitive parts are. The little barbs can't be it, can they? But the harmonica sounds seem to help, letting her know by pitch where the good spots are.
So it turns into a weird sort of instrument to play. Revy is trying to not laugh while she works due to the utter ridiculousness of it. It also gives her time to reflect in her situation, and leave her to wonder why she's been enjoying her time here so much, and her current body.
Playing the skin flute is a new skill to learn, apparently. Even if it does sound like a harmonica. And Harred has picked up his lute and is strumming a tune as well.
And the fact it gets more ridiculous makes it even harder for her to not laugh, but somehow she manages not to. She focuses on how she feels too, and how her own body moves, the sway of her chest. Ugh, she really likes who she is right now, even the part about being a whore. What is wrong with her?
According to the harmonica, not a thing. Do bards get a lot of sex? That was the claim amid the gypsies, but Alptraum never actually saw that. Their bard was smooth, but long in the tooth and had a mushed up nose. Farroon starts to move his hips to the lute music.
It's at least giving her a chance to practice all the skills Mave made her practice at night in the nest, claiming they might have use some day. She's not concerned about herself peaking again, and instead focuses on trying to bring the harmonica cat to a pleasurable peak.
It's like a game. There are a few special spots to apply pressure that made the harmonica sing loudest. And it does keep getting louder as she works the instrument in her mouth. That must mean the cat is getting close, right?
Revy can hope, anyway! She'll be disappointed in herself if she can't make the guy happy. Odd that it bothers her that much, really. Her focus moves to mostly those points and really works her tongue against them.
The harmonica is a bit more erratic as the Khatta breaths heavy. And soon the tune gets as loud as possible, without the harmonica being spat across the room! And then Farroon pops, finally.
And the totally-not-a-succubus bat gets a bit more protein. She also milks at him a bit to draw it out and make it feel good for as long as she can. She even holds onto him a bit longer, waiting for him to signal when she should let him go.
There's a long, slow fade from the harmonica until it stops altogether. The feline is finished, from the sound of it.
Revy uncoils her tongue and opens her mouth so he can slide out. Or fall out. Either way, he's out! If Inala is watching this, she must be smirking.
There's a sort of thank you tune from the harmonica. How did Harred learn this guy's name?
"I have to admit you two have been some of my weirder clients," Revy finally admits, and ends up giggling.
There's a lick from the lute that isn't like anything Revy has heard before. It's fast and has a weird tail off. "Who else weird?" the Titanian asks. "Weird is interesting, right?"
"Well, yeah. I mean, I'm weird too, look at me. I'm full of metal and I intentionally had my eyes closed," Revy points out.
"That isn't some Yodhsunala thing then?" Harred asks, strumming something a bit more gloomy.
"Er, no? I'm no Yodhsunala," Revy says. "Why would you think that?"
"Mebbe some kind of punishment or something," the wolf suggests. "Don't they have assassins and stuff?"
"Well, yes, but I'm not one. I'm here for fun," Revy notes.
"Are you having fun then?" the bard asks. "Did we entertain you?"
"Yep, I'm having a great time here," Revy quips, grins.
"So.. you are the weirdest one then!" the Titanian claims, and is finally able to pop free.
"What, because I enjoy sex?" Revy says, trailing out in a squeak when he pops out. Now she feels very empty, and kind of stretched open.
"Nah, because you're in stocks and have your eyes sewn shut and taking on guys like us," the bard suggests.
"Fair," Revy has to concede. "But I'm enjoying it."
"Even.. this?" Harred asks, just before tickling Revy's sides.
"Aaaagh!" goes Revy! She kicks at him.
"Hahaha!" the bard laughs, and there's a disparaging note from the harmonica. "Alright, I won't do that again! But nobody has tried that before?"
"Nope, no one has tried that before," Revy admits, grumpily.
At least Revy's feet are back on the ground again. "Revy, Revy.." the Titanian sings, and pauses there. "What's an appropriate rhyme for Revy?"
"Heavy? Bevy? Levy? Revy ticks off, then shrugs a bit.
"Revy, Revy, she'll take on a bevy, and give nary a complaint.. even while in heavy restraint!" the bard tries.
"That was awful," Revy admits, then sticks out her tongue.
"But was it weird?" Harred asks.
"Weird and a bit drunk," Revy opines.
"Most of our audiences are drunk, so it should go well," the man claims.
"You're going to sing about me? Greeaaaat," Revy mutters, sighs out. Ah well! It's not like she's Revy all the time!
"If you like!" the bard replies.
"Well, I don't know if you need to go singing about me," Revy admits. "I'm just a cheap whore, after all."
"Well.. not cheap," Harred comments.
"That so?" Revy inquires. She giggles again.
"This is a specialty establishment," the bard argues. "Usually they only have Savanite clients."
"I'm a new addition," Revy notes. "So I guess they expanded some."
"Normally we just to play the lobby," Harred notes.
"Then how did you end up in here?" Revy asks.
"Oh.. they 'told' us there was a new girl who would probably enjoy us," the wolf explains. "And we got a discount."
"Heh. I enjoy all sorts, so they were right," Revy says, grinning.
"Well, back to the lobby for us," Harred says. "Was a pleasure to meet you, Revy the Randy."
"Now that I admit to!" Revy agrees. She's still horny. Is it Inala's curse, or is this just really how she is? At the moment she certainly wants to stay how she is, either way. She's loving her body right now.