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As the night stretches on, guests filter into private rooms or depart into the night, depending on their dispositions or their luck. Jandra is one of the few trying to re-enter the mansion at this advanced stage of the ball, and she finds the main ballroom eerily deserted. She instinctively circles around the open space to reach the bar where Mamoru is waiting. The axolotl has loosened his bowtie and is swirling a half a shot of melted ice in the condensation on the marble bar.

Jandra: Hoo hoo hoo, have I managed to return before you have things tied off with Horuss?
Mamoru: We have moved on to other ventures Bloop.
Jandra: This place seems deserted, are we still playing out our reunion? I recall you... or Salem wanted to make another round of the place?
Salem: oh mii22 jandra!

Salem bounces across the ballroom, puppet threads trailing. Her color-shifting satin cocktail dress is still perfectly clean. With the mess the pyrokinetic got Jandra out of, she's not particularly surprised. Jandra has managed a second outfit change, replacing her goldweave harem pants for a clingy gold bodycon dress with a long decolletage necklace of pilfered gold knives. She stoops to grasp Salem's proffered hands and dances in a quick circle, heels and blades tapping against the dance floor.

Salem: you wouldnt beliieve who ii ju2t encountered on the veranda
Salem: her iimperiiou2 heiire22 fulgora!

Pressure tightens around Jandra's temples, and she surreptitiously reaches up, finding a golden circlet resting around her head. This is strange because she doesn't remember putting it on.

Jandra: Oh, well, I will simply have to meet her. Lead the way.

Since the bar is now closed, Mamoru hops down from his barstool, swaying slightly, and follows along with Jandra and Salem out to the veranda. This secondary dance floor is open to the starscape. At the far end, one can see the blue-green tauroid of the Empyrean Realm, and in the other (quite a bit closer as it's part of the sprawling mansion) is the tilted clocktower, frozen minutes from midnight.

Fulgora is chatting with a blade drake—the result of a union between a kobold and a blade elf, —and as the trio approach, it's the drake who hails them. The sky elf psionic field informs Jandra of the drake's forms of address, but she notes that the drake’s sinuous tail is a sign of rare virility among the universally fertile kobolds

Trizzl: SOLLUX? 1 H4D H34RD YOU M4D3 4 PUPP3T, BUT S331NG YOU 1N TH3 FL3SH 1S 4NOTH3R TH1NG 3NT1R3LY! 1 HOP3 YOU KNOW 3R1D4N H4S B33N BR4GG1NG TO 3V3RYON3 WHO W1LL L1ST3N TH4T H3 H4S S3DUC3D YOU W1TH H1S CH4RMS.
Salem: 2eriiou2ly?? he came whiiniing two me about practiiciing hii2 makeout game 2o he wouldn't embara22 hiim2elf iin front of fulgora...
Fulgora: 38O W)(at S—-ERIOUSLY?! Ug)(, I already told )(im like A )(UNDR——ED TIM——ES we're JUST FRI——ENDS!!!

After sharing a knowing roll of her eyes with Salem, Fulgora shakes her head with disgust, her long hair floating up and flowing around as if she were still deep under the sea. Her entire outfit tonight was moving as such, a flowing and shimmering rainbow of soft, sheer cloth that one could very easily see through. This was a traditional fabric of the deep merfolk, but what was truly unique was her use of deep spellcraft to keep her skin scales and gills moist. This was a simple thing for their Witch caste, of which she was a former part of. But if one wondered if that was still her class, the answer would come rapidly with the appearance of a fish floating over with a small shotglass of spicewine for the girl, which she plucked out of the air before smiling and thanking the fish in Deepspeech before it despawned.

Fulgora: I mean really, t)(at guy's SO desperate!
Salem: ii do not know many giirl2 who favor a dragon'2 traiit2, ii2 iit faiir two a22ume you are terezii? plea2e pardon my ma2ter'2 dii2quiiet, he doe2 not liike when ii 2peak of true name2.
Trizzl: Y34H, 4ND DON'T WORRY 4BOUT 1T. 4 SHR3WD 4DV3NTUR3R KNOWS WH3N TO PL4Y H3R ROL3. WHO'S TH1S CUT13?
Jandra: It's all moon language to me, hoo hoo hoo. I don't think have met any of you before.
Jandra: Fulgora, I presume? I am merely Jandra the humble herald.

Stepping forward, Jandra takes her hand from her temple—where she was massaging out one hell of a headache—and extends it with its pair, cupped palms up, to receive Fulgora's hand. What was good for the golden goose would surely work for her kid sister. Why was she trying to steal from this new friend? Jandra stole from Erebus, but he was a foul creature.

It takes Fulgora a moment to do so, but with a giggle she puts her hand in Jandra's.

Fulgora: O)(, it's so nice to meet you!
Fulgora: You're very polite!

The headband seems to pulse tighter for a moment around Jandra’s temple, and suddenly any lingering doubts disperse and she refocuses on her mission to steal obols for the Hellspawn lord, her desires growing. She was already desirous of the artifact, of course, but now she feels compelled to go above and beyond in her task.

Fulgora: And you're CUT--E too!
Fulgora: O)( but I )(ave to ask what you prefer to go by
Fulgora: You're V--ERY androgynous for the standards of t)(is realm! I want to make sure I don't mess it up

Jandra wonders why her pronouns aren't being projected the way they were for Trizzl. Meanwhile, her fingers work on autopilot as she raises Fulgora's hand and tugs, guiding her into the herald's arms. She uses the bump to discreetly access Fulgora's inventory and swipe her obol.

Jandra: I answer to they or theirs, and friends use she or hers, but I could always be yours.
Fulgora: O)(!

Fulgora laughs and leans in, but not before pushing herself up to more of her full height, now looming over the herald with a grin that shows all of her teeth.

Fulgora: Careful )(erald, I can bite pretty bad!

Jandra’s heart skips a beat, but more because she’s afraid her subterfuge has been discovered than any romantic inclinations, but then Fulgora slides back down, more of her serpentine body resting on the floor as she returns to eye level with the others.

Fulgora: T)(at was SMOOT)(! Gos)(, I can feel my belly fluttering! O)( I )(AV——E to send you a contact request!

She summons another fish who pulls out a quill and paper, writing down the contact request as they stand there.

Jandra is stunned into silence by the heiress' playful threat. Luckily, there are others present to fill the silence.

Salem: have eiither of you 2een any of our other friiend2 onliine yet?
Salem: ii 2tarted playiing wiith tavro2 but ii kiind of lo2t track of hiim
Trizzl: OH 1 S4W TONS OF FOLKS. 4R4D14 1S PL4Y1NG 4 F4UN PSYCHOPOMP, WH1CH F1GUR3S. 1 S4W H3R H4NG1NG 4ROUND VR1SK4, WH1CH 1S HOW 1 GOT TH1S ROCK1N' BOD.

This provides Jandra a suitable distraction as she pieces together from context exactly what Trizzl means. Such a death and rebirth really puts her encounter with Krampus into context.

Trizzl beams as she watches the others chew on that revelation. She pays particular attention to Jandra, who has the most appropriate reaction. Trizzl crosses her arms so that the fabric of space and time that she's wearing gathers suggestively, revealing her hips.

Salem seems unfazed.

Salem: tavro2 ii2 2ome kiind of cavaliier, but he diidn't 2eem two buy iin two 2ome of the machaniic2

Fulgora sips her drink and nods before replying.

Fulgora: Cavalier is a good class! Do you remember )(is specialization?
Fulgora: I'm a sc)(oolfeeder! 38D
Fulgora: And I don't know if we knew )(er but I met this ABSOLUT——-ELY ADORABL——-E Archipelago Sphinx!
Fulgora: I t)(ink )(er name was Danyali?

She calls up yet another fish who has a list of all the names of characters she interacted with that night, including NPCs. She looks over the list and nods in confirmation. The fish writing down the contact info for Jandra floats over to the Hellspawn, offering it over. As she takes it in hand, the paper explodes in a puff of smoke. In the mechanics underlying the world they find themselves in, it adds them to each other's friends list, allowing them to know how to get messages to the other no matter where they are.

Jandra: Speaking of adorable, I love your fish.

Trizzl's instincts as an inquisitor take in the rest of Jandra, her necklace of trophies, her slender fingers with their lacquered nails, and she recognizes the gesture of a pickpocket tucking something from a sleeve access into the more secure breast access to her inventory.

The drake approaches and puts a hand on Jandra's arm casually. She speaks to Fulgora while she communicates to Jandra that they need to speak privately with a tense squeeze and a meaningful glance.

Jandra blinks at Trizzl dumbly.

Trizzl: D4NY4L1? DO3S SH3 H4V3 WH1T3 FUR 4ND W1NGS? 1 TH1NK 1 S4W H3R 34RL13R.
Fulgora: Y—EA)(! O)( my gods s)(e was SO SW—E—ET!
Fulgora: I wonder )(ow s)(e's doing now.

She takes another sip, finishing the shot and returning it to the fish, who carries it back towards the carapacian it was retrieved from.

Trizzl: Y34H, SH3 W3NT 1NTO TH3 PR1V4T3 ROOMS W1TH N3P3T4 4WH1L3 4GO 4ND 1 H4V3N'T S33N 31TH3R OF TH3M COM3 OUT.

Jandra searches Trizzl's expression for meaning, choosing to stay quiet and let Trizzl draw her back from the middle of the group.

Salem: 2he 2ound2 cute! 2hould we move thii2 party over there and 2ee iif they come out?

Feferi nods emphatically in response, grinning ear to ear in a decidedly nonthreatening way.

Fulgora: I'd LOV——-E T)(AT!
Fulgora: Oh she's SO cute you'll love her!

She starts moving in that direction, slithering along like a snake. A small trail of saltwater is left in her wake, caused by the thin magiced layer on her skin.

The doorkeep for the private rooms hall doesn't so much as glance at Fulgora before opening the doors wide for her and her entourage. She gives him a small bundle of boons as a gift, one that, for those who are good at estimating the amount of such things on sight, is enough to rent a market stall for a month.

She slips through, examining the hallway and the variously tiered doors to instanced private rooms. She points at the one at the end.

Fulgora: T)(at one would be mine!
Fulgora: It's a V——ERY nice room! 38D
Fulgora: But it's only for top tier supporters and other VIPs so they're probably not in there.

Salem follows, skipping between Fulgora's lead and Mamorus unsteady cane-assisted swagger. In each other case, the axolotl had encountered this hall through his puppets. Now, following the heiress to a meeting of those she trusted with her True Name, it is hard to deny he is awed into silence by this further show of opulence. A single gate could be dismissed as an illusion, but these doors lead to different places depending on who opens them. An even greater feat, casually applied to a simple door frame.

Jandra and Trizzl trail behind, still arm in arm.

Trizzl: 1 DON'T TH1NK NY4L4TEPH WOULD H4V3 SPRUNG FOR 4 ROOM, M4YB3 D4NY4L1 1S SOM3ON3 3LS3'S PLUS ON3?
Kudoten: Pardon Me But Are You All Talking About The Sphinx Danyali?

Kudoten, a jade-carven helltouched who is learning she has an ear for overhearing names, peeks out from one of the private rooms. Her eyes linger on her sodalite cousin, Jandra.

Kudoten: She Is One Of The Guests Of My Host But She Is Not In The Associated Room
Kudoten: That Is To Say
Kudoten: She Is Not Here Yet And We Have Been Waiting For Her

Before anyone can reply, a voice behind Kudoten interrupted.

Rakora: who r u tlaking to kan—opps lol
Rakora: i mean kutoden
Rakora: *kudoten
Rakora: lmao cuteoten
Rakora: bcuz ur a 10 lol

A black paw pulls the door open further just enough for the head of a curious black sphinx to pop out, big golden eyes with pink rims blinking at the collection of people before the two. This also reveals the rest of Kudoten, who is effectively nude apart from a purple ribbon laced between various piercings. Kudoten balks as the door swings open, stooping slightly in a way that telegraphs embarrassment but manages to frame and press together her nominally ribbon-clad breasts. Kanaya is mortified, and Kudoten uses that to prey on her affiliates.

Fulgora: 380 KANAYA?!?!
Fulgora: O)( my glub I didn't even T)(INK you'd PLAY T)(IS KIND OF GAM————-E!!!
Fulgora: Like it doesn't surprise me that Nepeta or Trizzl are here but WOW!!!!
Fulgora: And you're SO )(OT TOO!!!
Trizzl: S3R1OUSLY, 1T'S L1K3 4 CL4SS R3UN1ON BUT S3XY.
Kudoten: I Am Not Sure What Possessed Me To Venture Out From The Lalonde Private Estate But Thank You

The name Lalonde brings Jandra back from her musings, and she finally experiences the same sudden recognition her companions were feeling. For a split second, Jandra thinks of Rose as she comes to the sinking realization that this is how she is meeting her friend's sister's girlfriend, but the slur in her voice reveals the much more scandalous reality that this was-

Jandra: *Roxy* Lalonde?
Rakora: yeag thats me unfirtunutely
Rakora: jk obvi lol
Rakora: omg wait
Rakora: janey??

Upon realizing that this is in fact her best friend from childhood the cat pushes all the way out and rushes forwards, entirely naked. She latches onto Jandra, pulling them into a tight and very naked hug

Rakora: omg hi
Rakora: if i knew yowere plaginh fso we coudve olayed!
Fulgora: Wait aren't you one of the top tier supporters? 380
Rakora: yup lol

Jandra catches Rakora and lifts her into a slow turn, gathering the sphinx's legs with her other arm.

Jandra: Those are your ships that gold-digger creep was drooling over?

Salem, Feferi, Kudoten, and Trizzl exchange looks.

Salem: diid that nautiical 2ucka22 call hiim2elf erebu2?
Jandra: Something like that, why?
Trizzl: TH4T WOULD B3 TH4T 3R1D4N GUY W3 W3R3 T4LK1NG 4BOUT 34RL13R >:[
Kudoten: I Would Not Worry About Him For The Rest Of The Night
Kudoten: Your Note Was Quite The Charming If Unnecessary Introduction
Jandra: Just seemed like the thing to do. :B
Fulgora: Well good t)(ing we don't )(ave to worry about )(im making things weird!
Fulgora: We used to be best friends but )(e kind of became an incel so like 38/
Fulgora: I )(onestly wis)( )(im t)(e best but I just can't deal wit)( )(im any more!
Fulgora: So you DON'T know where Danyali is right now?
Rakora: omg janey wherr r ur bewbs
Rakora: *jandra
Rakora: srory

The fact that her chest has been furthest from Jane’s mind, even with a humanoid kitten curled up in her arms, is its own small miracle, and sharing that moment of euphoria with Rakora is enough to drag her out of her winding thoughts.

Jandra: I took the opportunity to opt out. :B
Jandra: It sure seems like my occupation has made it a little unclear, but that's all I had changed. I still go by she and her... mostly.
Trizzl: YOU KNOW, 1F YOU'R3 JUST F3D UP W1TH M4MM4R13S, 1 C4N TH1NK OF 4NOTH3R W4Y TO G3T TH3R3 WH1THOUT SPO1L1NG TH3 GR4ND PR1Z3 3V3RY F1V3 M1NUT3S.
Jandra: Dancing around in sheer parachute pants was ‘spoiling the grand prize,’ and I was still having to correct people. I have half a mind to just stop bothering.

Salem thows up her hands and sighs the biggest, most tortured sigh.

Salem: hey 2alem, how ha2 beiing a giirl been? dope a2 heck, dre22e2 feel liike beiing buckled iinto a cloud. nobody fudgiing care2! are we goiing two fiind anymore catgiirl2 or do we want two take the naked2 back iinto theiir room? mamoru ii2 about two un-evolve eye2 and return two the cave2 where he wa2 2pawned.
Fulgora: I'm going to be )(onest it wasn't much of a surprise!
Fulgora: IBut I'm )(appy for you! 38D
Rakora: lol
Rakora: ur a cutey doll
Rakora: pupept isa fun backeound
Rakora: jandra we shoud smoich

Roxy has her head against Jandra's shoulder, arms wrapped loosely around their neck. Her eyes are half lidded and unfocused in the way that suggests light Ardent Spicewine usage, and judging by how warm she feels, quite a bit of it.

Salem pouts while Jandra makes her assessment, everyone apparently ignoring either of the reasons for the doll's outburst.

Jandra: Hoo hoo hoo. You know, my saliva is intoxicating, and I reckon you're already pretty far gone. Are you sure we can't find you somewhere to settle down before we put you over the edge?

Fretting over a Mamoru who is leaning against the far wall, Salem produces a red shawl and offers it to Kudoten, who takes a half step back.

Kudoten: I Do Not Like The Feel Of Cloth Against My Skin
Fulgora: 38O Really? Huh.

Fulgora considers Kudoten for a moment. Nothing comes of it however, and the conversation moves forwards without whatever caused her pause being addressed as Rakora replies to her friend.

Rakora: lol thts fien
Rakora: i kisesd kduoten a bvucnh
Fulgora: So like, they probably didn't give Nyalateph and Danyali a key, then
Fulgora: Where the hell are they then, if they're in here?

Trizzl and Feferi break away from the group, unconsciously drawn together between the shy Mamoru and the snubbed Salem. There's a shift in Salem when Kudoten turns away the red shawl, and she almost comments on it before catching a hard glance from Trizzl.

Trizzl: H4V3 31TH3R OF YOU S33N 3R1D4N TON1GHT?
Salem: yeah he'2 been hiittiing on anythiing weariing enough ca2h iitem2

Jane speaks up, her lips inches from Rakora's, taking slow steps back toward the privacy of the sphinx's room.

Jandra: He was crying to me about a couple of lesbians who stole his key.

The Sphinx Conjurer stares into the Herald's eyes, lips already parted and awaiting the kiss.

Fulgora: Ug)(, )(e's such a creep. But I'm kind of worried for )(im now...

Kudoten is transfixed by the sensuous display and follows, taking the sphinx's paws in each hand. The herald lands the kiss, and holds Rakora close, lost momentarily in the union. Rakora gasps as her lips are met, eyes shutting gently as she pulls herself closer, no fear in her of the intoxicating effects previously mentioned as she happily swaps saliva with one of her oldest friends. Her heart can be felt shuddering in her chest, and her toes curl in Kudoten's hands.

Trizzl snorts.

Trizzl: 1'LL B3T PYR4LSP1T3'S HO4RD 4G41NST H3R SOUL C4US3 1 TH1NK NY4L4T3PH STOL3 3R3BUS' K3Y. PROB4BLY D1DN'T 3V3N R34L1Z3 TH3Y KN3W 34CH OTH3R.

Trizzl inclines her chin toward Kudoten for the benefit of those not self-absorbed. Feferi glances at Kudoten, watching as she approaches the two, suspicion plain on her face now that the Hellspawn was no longer paying attention to anything. She looks back at Trizzl and nods.

Fulgora: )(e probably c)(eaped out too. I'd say )(e paid just enoug)( to get into the ball wit)(out needing to be a plus one.

She indicates a door closer to the entry of the hall, suggesting without saying that would be the most likely place.

In another time, in another world, Jane had dreamt of this. To be fair, she had a tendency toward romanticising any friendship with the latitude to accept her fudgy, hyperfeminine assets, but her crush on Roxy started early and persisted through several fundamental changes which might have assuaged a less consummate piner. This was not, however, how she imagined them kissing. Really kissing, not 'practicing,' which this was definitely not. Here, Rakora hungrily drinks down the mild capitulant ichor welling up in Jandra's mouth. Jandra lets the sphinx suck her long, forked tongue down Rankora's hot, undulating throat.

Capitulant ichor makes the drinker highly suggestible. It is one of the rarer spicewines, and has a blue sheen. Opinions differ on the spicewines, but they are no more polarized than with dark capitulant spicewine. Horror stories about discovering, too late, that you've taken a draught of the wrong vintage generally end in the discovery of a blue hue in the dregs of a bottle.

Salem rolls her eyes and turns her back on the display, responding pointedly to Fulgora.

Salem: that doe2 2ound liike hiim, iimperiial hiighne22.
ma2ter? ii2 there anythiing we can do two, liike, jiimmy the lock?
Mamoru: Sadly, I have not finished our telekinetic, and I suspect these doors are held fast by more than tumbler locks.
Fulgora: I'm not even sure if t)(ese doors )(ave a mec)(anic for picking the locks!
Fulgora: We might )(ave to do somet)(ing metagamey.

She glances at the door for a good moment. Maybe they could hack it...

Behind this crew, Rakora can feel the ichor overtaking her, hoping that this finally can have the effect of pushing her under which she was seeking so deeply. She moans around Jandra's tongue, eyes opening slightly as they roll partially back from the sensation. She's not even remotely paying attention to whatever the others might be talking about at the moment.

Trizzl: YOU DON'T S4Y. SHOOT 1T TO M3 STR8, PR1NC3SS.

Trizzl is the only one of the on-task party still mean-mugging the literal demons dragging a woman into the shadows. She still needed that little hedonist to connect the dots and deliver this bounty of unprotected souls to that 8itch Nyalateph.

Fulgora: We N—E—ED someone to hack the door if we want to get in there.
Fulgora: It does bring up some questions! Like, why break the door down at all?
Fulgora: But the second question is who can do it? Salem?
Salem: what your hiighne22?
Trizzl: SH3 W4NTS YOU TO H4CK TH3 DOOR, SOLLUX.
Salem: liike wiith an axe?

Fulgora frowns and gives Trizzl another look before studying Salem's face for any hint of irony. When none is found, she replies.

Fulgora: Uh, no. She might be going under, maybe we can ask someone else?

Upon hearing about someone going under, Rakora starts listening to the discussion. She pushes gently at Jandra's chest to indicate that she wants it to stop for a moment, pulling away as she does.

Rakora: i cna hack!

The helltouched almost recoil like vampires in the presence of a holy symbol. Jandra turns, but stands her ground, loosening her grip if only to show how tightly Rakora clings to her.

Salem grows quiet, but Trizzl presses, watching Jandra. She knows exactly what breed of demons these two were, and what effect that face-sucking should be having. It's not her fault Roxy can't seem to get into character.

Trizzl: WHY DON'T YOU COME 8R34K 1NTO TH1S DOOR FOR S4LEM, SHE'S OFF H3R G4M3 TOD4Y.
Rakora: oaky!

She a little reluctantly removes her grip on the helltouched, squirming out of her grasp to go and help with the situation. She crouches down by the door, eye level, and pulls out what looks very much like one of the devices the moderators carry around, except this one is pink and looks almost handmade.

She holds it up to the door and tilts her head, beginning to tap away on the screen.

Rakora: lol ur lcucky u got a leet haxxzor here to bust it for u!
Rakora: thsi shoudnt take too logn! but if u cna give me a hadn it'll go quikcer!

Fulgora looks back over at the Hellspawn, considering them for a good moment. She looks back at Trizzl and Salem before shrugging and going over to Roxy, quickly being directed to try various things to the door so she can see some sort of output in hexadecimal format. For anyone looking that was familiar with it, it vaguely reminded of a hex editing cheating program, but it was clear this one was mainly used to futz around with world variables.

Trizzl: H3Y TH3R3 HOT SHOT H3R4LD.

Trizzl takes this opportunity to single out Jandra, sliding past a patiently passive Kudoten. Everything in her manner was carefully judged to reassure Fulgora that she was going to take care of whatever was affecting their friends. Instead, she grabs Jandra by the elbow and drags her far enough away that she doesn't have to lower her voice.

Trizzl: LOOK, 1 S4W WH4T YOU D1D, 4ND 1'M NOT M4D, BUT YOU C4N'T H4NG 4ROUND H3R3 W1TH WH4T YOU'V3 GOT. NOW M3? 1 LOST M1N3 4WH1L3 4GO, SO 1'V3 GOT NOTH1NG TO F34R FROM YOU.
Jandra: I actually have no idea what you're talking about.
Trizzl: SUR3 SUR3. >:]
Trizzl: NOW YOU M1GHT B3 TH1NK1NG TO YOURS3LF, J4NDR4! YOU C4N'T TRUST TH1S FR34K! 1T'S NOT JUST 4 CL3R1C OF PYR4LSP1T3, 3T3RN4L FO3 OF TH3 SORC3R3R 4ND 4LL OF H1S MULT1TUD1NOUS M1N1ONS, BUT WH4T YOU WOULD B3 OV3RLOOK1NG WOULD B3 MY NOBL3 H31GHT 4ND BL4D3L1K3 SC4L3S.
Jandra: I was wondering about that, actually. The others made a big deal out of me, but you can't hide behind the ambiguity of reptilian biology.
Trizzl: WH4T TH3 4CTU4L FUCK DO3S TH4T M34N?

Trizzl stops to look back at the others. Rakora and Fulgora are stooped over their work, The axolotl is comforting a distant-looking Salem. Only Kudoten gives the blade drake even a second glance.

Trizzl: WH4T 4R3 YOU LOOK1NG 4T?
Kudoten: A Very Disturbed Terezi Pyrope

Trizzl shudders and averts her gaze. She had other irons in the fire.

Nyalateph pulls her head up from her mate's neck, glancing back at the door. There had just been a knock, but even in her under state, she knew that this shouldn't be possible. She pulls out of the plush white ass, her thick knotted and barbed cock (the features a mix of the canidform kobold's soul that made it and her own background) slipping free from the well-fucked Dany, who whines in disappointment as she feels herself emptied for the first time in what felt like hours.

She rolls onto her soft stomach, leaning on her elbow and pushing herself up just enough for her soft just-about-head-sized breasts to only just touch the cloth below, the fat that was once the lifeforce of two souls having spread to fill out her entire form. Nyalateph stops at the door, pulling out one of her spirit daggers from the air. Dany watches her with one golden-green eye and one red eye, and Nyala looks back with ones that match much the same. She throws the door wide open, keeping the knife hidden but not hiding her or her mate's fully naked bodies—

Rakora: oh!

And Rakora falls backwards on her ass, suddenly met with a faceful of cock. Nyalateph blinks and looks at the crowd and the hallway in front of her, and then back at the room behind her. It had been converted–according to the people inside–to match a more Sphinx-esque style, and she had forgotten that she was not, in fact... Well, anywhere but the ball.

Suddenly Nepeta comes crashing back into her mindset as on a glance back she realizes, wait, oh god that's Fulgora! She drew Fef a portrait of her one time! She backs up suddenly, the knife disappears back into her inventory, and she offers a shy grin, trying in vain to cover her large, throbbing, dripping shaft.

Nyalateph: :33 < uhh hi guys! we werent—
Danyali: expecting furriends to show up! hi rakora!

The white cat jumps to her feet, ignoring her own dripping as she approaches, legs still shaking from the rough fucking she’d been enduring for the past who knows how long.

Rakora: hi dany! woag, yuo got big!
Danyali: yeah! nyala here and i were having—
Nyalateph: :33 < —a purrsonal moment and i got carried away with soul magic... i dont think i can get my kitty back now actually
Danyali: oh, well if you want to get it back im sure we can—
Nyalateph: :33 < —figure it out yeah im just worried about if its gonna be catastrophic to log out like this—
Danyali: log out?

Dany tilts her head at her mates words, ears flicking a bit. Nyala laughs nervously with a slightly huskier voice before turning to the crew standing in her doorway once again.

Kudoten: Have You Determined The Catalyst?
Salem: are we makiing plan2 two depart already? everyone ju2t got here!

Salem elbows past Kudoten and bounces into the room, lifting the hem of her duotone satin dress so that it shimmers red and blue. Her eyes flick between Nyala's bobbing member and the mirrored heterochromia of the two sphinxes.

Salem: oh ii love your eye2!
Nyalateph: :33 < our eyes?

She looks Dany in the eyes and really studies her for the first time since the two fell into the depths of character. Dany smiles back, before taking another swig of the ardent spicewine that they had accidentally ignored until now.

Nyalateph: :33 < oh, thats a little—
Danyali: —purrplexing! is it because we—
Nyalateph: :33 < —became a soul bonded pair? purrhaps, but it—
Rakora: lol whhatsa soul bondgae pair

The two other cats look at her at the same time, and Nyala continues as Dany goes over to the rest of the group to start offering naked hugs.

Nyalateph: :33 < its a desert sphinx shaman class ability
Nyalateph: :33 < i binded our souls together and it kinda seems like—
Danyali: —all the fun we had made it even stronger!
Nyalateph: :33 < purrciseley—gosh i think shes making me worse at puns
Danyali: worse? but nyala we got to be the cutest pawssible!
Nyalateph: :33 < yeah but some of these are really on the nose—
Danyali: and its a cute little pink nose!
Danyali: when did you get so purrsnickety lol

Fulgora blinks as Dany pulls her into a big hug while saying lol aloud. The heiress laughs and pats Dany’s head.

Fulgora: Uh wow even while under you still know what lol is huh?
Danyali: my sis says it all the time!
Danyali: i dont know what it means but
Rakora: lol
Salem: that2 liike the thread2 that biind u2 wiithh ma2ter mamoru!

Tugging at the conversation on a short leash once again, Salem holds her hands out in presentation as an axolotl in a somewhat rumpled tuxedo and tophat closes the door behind the party of eight. Dany catches him by surprise and picks him up off the floor to hug him.

Mamoru: Charmed to be included Bloop.
Sorukso: d0nt 2ay iit liike that 2enpaii

Heads swivel to a little puppet ninja perched on a side table on the far wall. He pulls down his facemask revealing coral patterned porcelain features. Dany giggles at the Axolotls sound and gives him a kiss on the cheek before moving on to the Hell spawn without even a second’s hesitation. Nepeta seems a little apprehensive about that, but she's pretty sure that's just her friend Kanaya so she should be fine...

Fulgora: 380 TWO PUPP—ETS?! You must be playing a lot! I just hang around the popular RP zones...

In spite of her misgivings, Fulgora is also a top tier supporter. She's currently at a higher level than anyone else in the room except possibly Roxy, who's level is entirely obscured.

Nyalateph: :33 < i'd be about that level too but i've been so stressed out about terezi...
Nyalateph: :33 < i was playing with her when we started and she hasn't talked to me since
Nyalateph: :33 < i'm a little afuraid she's mad at me

Kudoten crouches to hug the roly poly kitten, pressing their tits together.

Kudoten: We Were Just With Her
Kudoten: She Seemed More Concerned With Another Helltouched Named Jandra
Kudoten: Not Anyone We Know From The Outside

Kudoten turns her attention to Danyali.

Kudoten: I See You Are Enjoying Your Body
Kudoten: I Am Enamored With The More Recent Developments
Danyali: hi kudoten!
Danyali: yeah its like
Danyali: it feels kinda like im enjoying it for the first time ever but like
Danyali: i don't know why! like it feels like i just became a girl today but like i—
Danyali: ... right?

Danyali looks at Kudoten with confusion in her eyes, something deep inside her stirring awake. For some reason, confronting that strange feeling is suddenly filling her with emotions that she was pretty sure she processed years ago.

Salem can't seem to bear losing the attention of the group so easily after their dramatic entry. She approaches Fulgora, trying to draw her into a direct conversation.

Salem: iit ha2nt been ea2y briingiing the other2 onliine
Salem: ii wa2 not buiilt for prolonged combat and ii have had two 2tumble bliindly through 2ociial encounter2
Fulgora: Oh yeah puppets can be funky from what I saw on some YouTube videos!
Fulgora: Playing split identities in a game that affects your internal narrative is a bold choice!
Nyalateph: :33 < gosh its a neat feature though
Nyalateph: :33 < and that's good to hear about terezi but..

She shakes her head, continuing down less worrisome paths.

Nyalateph: :33 < do you want me to doodle your pawpets? i'd need to do it outside but
Nyalateph: :33 < we could upload them and then your mewster could—
Nyalateph: :33 < mewster??

Dany giggles quietly. Roxy, meanwhile, looks around

Rakora: spekaing of terizzl, wasnt she rihgt here with janedra?
Rakora: whered htey go?

Trizzl closes the door of Rakora's private room behind her, and reaches over to a panel beside the door to press the room service button. The call light starts blinking. Jandra sits on the corner of the bed, crossing her legs and looking expectantly at the blade drake.

Jandra: Really, I don't know why you felt the need to drag me off. Anything you could want from me you could have gotten in the room with the others.
Trizzl: 1 S4W YOU ST34L FULGOR4'S OBOL. YOU C4N'T JUST H4NG 4ROUND H3R 4ND 3XP3CT NOT TO G3T FOUND OUT.
Jandra: I have quite the collection of them. Hoo hoo hoo. I was looking forward to divesting Danyali and Nyalateph of theirs as well.

Trizzl feels her scales prickle at the thought, though she cannot tell if it's fear or excitement.

Trizzl: M4MORU 4ND KUDOT3N?
Jandra: The kobold's fault is in trusting his tools too much. I lifted one off of Salem earlier tonight. Kudoten was tricky, as I had my arms full of sphinx, but I've been blessed with spares in unlikely places.

Jandra rolls one of her knives across the knuckles of one of her hindhands. Trizzl approaches, for once looking down on someone, if only because Jandra is seated. Jandra notices the impossible fabric of spacetime draped over the kobold hybrid is tenting, and her expression slides from sly to coy. The helltouched dismisses her blades and slides both hindhands up Trizzl's hips. The fabric gathers, revealing a glistening, tapered member emerging from the drake's cloaca.

Trizzl: GOOD, GOOD. GR8 3V3N. L3T M3 M4K3 ON3 MOR3 L1TTL3 4RR4NG3M3NT TO T1P TH3 SC4L3S 4ND W3 C4N D1SP3NS3 W1TH 8US1N3SS.

The call button stops flashing red, and turns a solid green. A wall panel opens up and a Prospitan Concierge ducks into the room, inquiring as to how she might be of service.

Trizzl: PL34S3 S3ND 4 BOTTL3 OF L1GHT L4V1SH1NG TO NY4L4T3PH, SH3 SHOULD B3 1N TH3 PR1V4T3 ROOM OF TH3 US3R 3R38US W1TH FULGOR4 4ND SOM3 OTH3RS.

The pale carapacian asks who she should say the bottle is from. Trizzl's response catches in her throat as Jandra slides the drake's shaft home in her tight passage.

Trizzl: T3LL H3R T3R3Z1 1S SORRY SH3 M1SS3D H3R 4G41N 4ND LOOKS FORW4RD TO OUR N3XT 3NCOUNT3R. >:]

Back in Erebus' room, Salem flops halfway onto the bed, pushing herself up on her hands, and rolling into a prim seated position, adjusting the folds of her cocktail dress. She continues her conversation with Fulgora.

Salem: hone2tly the two topiic2 are totally freakiing iintriin2iically iintertwiined
Salem:2peediing through the occupatiion que2t2 wa2 the only way we were goiing two be able two get around the eiight hour playtiime liimiit
Sorukso: be2iide2 ii have a penchant f0r biifurcatii0n and dualiity

The bed shifts as Kudoten takes Danyali down to its expansive, plush surface. The helltouched grasps one pooling breast and grinds against the sphinx's useless clitty. A low and prolonged moan escapes Kudoten befor it's cut short by a deep kiss.

Fulgora slithers up next to the bed, her long body coiling beneath her. She nods at what Sollux is saying, but still seems a little concerned.

Fulgora: T)(at makes sense, but purposefully getting around that sounds like it might be dangerous.
Fulgora: Like I talked to some of the devs and it's a protection. As long as you understand the risks, I guess.

Nepeta pads over while watching the hellspawn grind on her mate new friend, settling down at the traditional desert sphinx kneeling table on top of one of the ornate pillows. While everyone's attention leaves her, Rakora slips back out into the hall, closing the door behind her to look for her friend and that little drake.

Danyali: ohhh kudoten~ nyaaa—

Whatever she had been feeling, whatever troublesome thoughts those were, they fade away the instant Dany's brought down with the hellspawn. The white cat's sighs of pleasure at the contact become muffled by the cause, and quickly Dany wraps her arms and legs around Kudoten to hold her close. Dany’s eyes shut tight and her tongue willfully enters the demon's mouth, the concept of any risk, unlike others in the room, completely foreign. According to her backstory, Kudoten is the first hellspawn she has met. Not many existed in the Archipelagos, after all.

She starts grinding back against Kudoten, body begging for more touch due to the high amount of Ardent Spicewine still in her blood. Nepeta's eyes stare at them more, and she bites her lip as her cock once again grows to full mast, already dripping with her virile seed.

Sorukso: ii d0nt thiink any0ne under2tand2 the rii2k2 iit2 n0t liike theyve d0ne l0ngiitudiinal 2tudiie2 0n thii2 iit2 n0t a f00d 0r a drug
Fulgora: I hate to say it but you're right! The dev I talked to said about how the game modifies your internal narrative to put you under or something.
Salem: dont worry thii2 ii2 the longe2t we have played at the 2ame tiime were not beiing- iim not beiing iirre2ponciible

Salem scoots over and leans in, moving to take Fulgora's hand in both of hers. She pats Salem with the other hand, being careful with the small porcelain doll girl. Sorukso drops from the side table into a kneeling position beside her.

Sorukso: t0niight ii2 2peciial th0ugh

Mamuro kneels at the table with Nyalateph, slipping his undone bowtie into his jacket pocket before shrugging out of it and folding it roughly on the table. He too watches the hellspawn's seduction of the winged sphinx. Kudoten slides onto her knees and lifts the sphinx off her ruffled wings. She slips her arms under Danyali's knees and leans backwards, taking Dany’s modified weight onto her hips.

Mamoru: It is good to relax at the end of a productive day Bloop.

Danyali giggles as she's pulled up into the hellspawns lap, the buzz in her still from over imbibing dark Ardent making just this feel very nice. She leans forwards, pressing into Kudoten, and starts to gently gyrate in her lap

Danyali: gods that dark ardent stuff makes me so fuckig hornyyy..
Danyali: kudoten, will you help me~

She says this with a coyness about her. The girl had gotten very used to playing the part of the easy kitty during her journey in Spicewine. Fulgora doesn't even notice, not thinking for a second how she was the start of the trend. She was instead focused on her doll friends.

Meanwhile, Nepeta looks at her friends master and nods.

Nyalateph: :33 < yeah, you're right. i—

Interrupting her is a knock on the door followed by a Patient Chessgirl coming into the room, asking if a Nyalateph is present. The Sphinx raises her hand and the beetle woman comes over, handing her a note.

Nyalateph: :33 < oh uh thanks.

The Prospitan Chessgirl sets the bottle and two glasses on the table and stands for a moment, watching the proceedings with curiosity. Nyala glances over the note handed to her, a smile coming to her face.

Nyalateph: :33 it's from terezi! I guess she's not mad at me then

The Patient Concierge looks back to Nyalateph and asks if they need anything else.

Nyalateph: :33 < oh we should be purrfect thanks!

Really? Are you sure? Well if they need her for anything, anything at all, they can just push that button over there that she's indicating towards. She gives another bow before leaving the way she came.

Mamoru: Would you like me to pour it for you? The corks on the sparkling lavishing spicewine can be troublesome Bloop.

Mamoru unbuttons the first two buttons of his white shirt. He smiles up at Nyala.

On the bed behind them, Kudoten acquiesces to Danyali's foolhardy plea, and her slick, black tendrils emerge from her loins, probing the needy sphinx's hole. Kudoten sighs as the tendrils twine and penetrate Danyali's ass, but this hellspawn is far from pent up, and she will have to work to further corrupt the sphinx.

Danyali gasps at the intrusion, her body tensing and clenching with the twisting tendrils’ touch deep within her. While this is definitely not the first time she had been penetrated, and despite the long time spent with a singular knotted and barbed cock in her ass, the white sphinx had not yet numbed. This was likely the side effect of how much Ardent Spicewine she had consumed, and even if the effects had mostly faded or become a background hum as she became used to them, the current stimulation forces a heated return to the intense thrum of pleasure, every inch of her body screaming out with lust. Maybe it had to do with the hellspawn's sinful purview, but she couldn't begin to guess that or even consider that, nor any other thoughts. All that was in her head was a need for more. She buries her face in the crook of Kudoten's neck, moaning airily against the stone-wrought flesh.

Meanwhile, Nyala smiles back to the axolotl with a nod, and pushes the glass closest to her over towards him.

Nyalateph: :33 < please do! i haven't tried most spicewines yet, so you purrobably know better than me. i gotta say i'm a curious kitten about this one.

She leans towards the gentle-amphibian with a smile on her face.

Mamoru twists the key on the cage that holds the cork, drapes a kerchief over it, points it away, and twists it off with a pop! A thick, silvery vapour rises from the neck as the axolotl carefully pours the pale, carbonated drink into each glass. He picks up one glass and holds it up to the light.

Mamoru: Ah, yes. This is a light lavishing, as advertised Bloop.
Mamoru: You can tell by the opalescant sheen like an oil on water Bloop.
Mamoru: A vintage of decadence and deliciousness Bloop.
Mamoru: A toast? To wayward friends Bloop?

Nyala watches with curiosity as he goes through the process, only jumping a little with a small giggle with the pop! She takes the glass with both hands, examining the liquid and how it moves, how it shimmers. She looks back over towards him and nods, raising her glass to tap oh so gently.

Nyalateph: :33 < *she taps the dapper axolotls glass with her own, like any gentlecat would do* yeah, to wayward friends!

She then pulls the glass over to herself once more, pulling it up to her lips and taking a sip.

The fluid that flows in is thick and smooth, like an eggnog would be. As it rolls over her tongue and then down her throat, she can't help but let out a deep purr at the luxurious feeling and the almost pleasant tingling numbness that follows it. As it lands in her stomach and rests, the numbness changes. Instead, it blooms into a desire to consume more. And so she does, taking another, longer sip, not realizing until her glass is empty how much she is imbibing. She sets it down, and with a new rasping edge to her voice, speaks in the lower register she had been purposefully trying to lighten since her friends got here.

Nyalateph: :33 < oh gosh thats pawsitively amazing!
Nyalateph: :33 < it feels so good to drink!
Mamoru: That is my only complaint with this spicewine. The bottle goes too quick Bloop.

Mamoru refills both glasses, licking his lips and sparing his first glance at Nyalateph's ready erection.

In the other room, Jandra slides her hands up and down the hard scales of Trizzl's back and sinuous tail. Her muscles slide beneath her reptilian skin, thrusting rhythmically into the hellspawn's virginal folds.

Sex was not a necessary part of all helltouched modus operandi, and Jandra had thus far managed to avoid such entanglements; however, Jane had gotten so hot and bothered over kissing a friend, and this drake is so enticingly mysterious.

It wasn't straightforward, attempting to make out with such a long snout, and the two of them had gotten so worked up that to disengage, Jandra had to extricate her entire jaw from Trizzl's maw.

Jandra: Harder...

Trizzl complies immediately and with gusto, arching her back, modest elven tits bouncing. She doesn't even flinch when the door behind her opens.

Rakora's eyes widen at the sight, but she doesn't say a word as she enters, closing the door gently behind her. She pads over to the normal table sat next to the bed, taking a seat before leaning back, hand trailing to her puffy lower lips. The effects the spicewine had on her were causing a heat-like state to come over her lower body, but she wasn't sure if that was because of a mod she had installed or not. It doesn't matter at all though, especially when two fingers, claws retracted, enter her and a gasping moan is drawn out.

Jandra: Oh!

While Trizzl continues hammering, Jandra bolts up, propping herself up on her hands to find the object of her arousal perched on the chair beside the bed, pawing at herself. Jandra relaxes, running the fingers of one hindhand over the sharp, flared scales across Trizzl's hip.

Jandra: Have I transfixed you, little robber baroness? Hoo hoo hoo.

Trizzl's breath catches, and she freezes, Jandra sighs as she feels the reptile involuntarily test her virility. The reptile's cold blood pulses against Jandra's hot inner walls. Trizzl continues to thrust and twitch erratically against the overstimulation. Jandra watches, her grin widening.

The black cat lets out a giggle at the question, cut slightly shorter by another gasping moan. She takes her breast in her free hand, teasing her own nipple while trying to lean in such a way that it turns her masturbation into a pose for the sake of the two on the bed.

Rakora: yeagh
Rakora: fcuk i wsih i knew ud be itno this
Rakora: i wuolda invited u to my house lol

Jandra: I suppose I never thought I had something to bring to the table.

Jandra drags Trizzl into the bed and rolls on top of her, coming precariously close to flinging the drake off the bed entirely. Trizzl dangles head and shoulders off the bed as Jandra has her twitching body pinned.

Trizzl: P-PYR4LSP1T3 GUID3 MUH-

Jandra spits directly into Trizzl's mouth and the drake sputters, coughs, and the prayer dies on her lips.

Rakora: nnh~
Rakora: lol ur hot af tho
Rakora: liek in n otu this gaem

She pulsl her fingers out of herself and pushes to her feet, stumbling over to sit directly next to the two. She traces a still slightly moist finger along Jandra's body.

Rakora: evne if u look dfiferent or r udner or wahtevr
Rakora: *undre
Rakora: lol fuck it
Rakora: ur hot af
Rakora: i wanna smooch more
Jandra: I feel Jane's crush on you. I feel Jandra's duty to the Lords of Hell. No one has to go under. I am a capitulant helltouched after all. Maybe Jandra's daring can follow Janey home. We will have to wait and see. In the meantime, I want to smooch more too. Come here.

Trizzl's twitching has subsided, and she has returned to steadily pounding Jandra's cunt. The helltouched turns, planting one hand behind Rakora and reaching out with the other across her twisting chest to cup the black cat's cheek.
Rakora leans in, grinning, kneeling next to the two and leaning her chest against Jandra's twisting one as much as she can. She stops a few inches from Jandra's face, stopping mostly to speak.

Rakora: u can put me under tho
Rakora: i hvaen't felt it yet
Rakora: n i wanna

After saying this, she pushes into Jandra's lips with the sloppy and clumsy passion of a very horny drunk.

Nyalateph leans back on one hand, the other resting on the Axolotl's head as he bobs up and down on her cock. As it throbs and twitches against his tongue, her eyes roll down to the empty, tipped over bottle of spicewine. She frowns to herself, feeling disappointed that she can't engage in further gluttony while enjoying the pleasure. She glances over at the button, so over there by the door...

There was no way she was going to get up right now. Before she can consider how to solve the problem, Mamoru's tongue moving against her shaft causes her to let forth a low groan and her head leans back. A new bottle could wait.

Salem looks up to meet Fulgora's eyes again and sees her peering over the puppet's shoulder at Nyaleteph and Mamoru. Jealousy begins to boil her kettle until she feels a tug at one of her strings. The absolute gall of him to not only interrupt her time with the princess with his philandering, but to presume to call upon her favor? She decides to be especially short with him.

Salem: one 2ec priince22

Salem hops down, burdened with a tumult of thought, and attends her master.

Salem: you need 2omethiing?

Nyalateph pushes Mamoru's head down as soon as the puppet comes over, answering without trying to mask her lowered voice whatsoever. After all, why would she care if her new friend's doll heard it?

Nyalateph: :33 < oh good! as you can see the cat's got your masters tongue right now
Nyalateph: :33 < i need you to call that beetle girl back! i'm pawsitively famished, and we just ran out of wine!

She offers Mamoru just enough space to allow him to indicate that her order should be followed before promptly returning to fucking his mouth. Salem pouts over to the door, reaching up to hit the button before bouncing back to Fulgora's side. In a suddenly saccharine voice she breathes:

Salem: anythiing ii could do for you, hiighne22?
Sorukso: *anything*
Nyalateph: :33 < gods those puppets sure are useful!

Nyalateph continues to thrust up into the puppetmaster's mouth, considering all the uses for such advanced automata while awaiting the Prospitan Concierge's arrival.

Fulgora blinks at the two dolls, considering for a moment. It doesn't take long for her to decide, rolling her coils back to steadily reveal a horizontal slit, partially open with her hemiclitoris engorged with arousal. She reaches down after angling what would be her hips outwards, pulling up to reveal the inner flesh, soft and unnaturally bright pink. This substance, much like her blood, was theoretically luminescent, but here in the merely dim lighting of the room it merely seems a vibrant color.

Fulgora: Show me what you can do 38D

Salem pulls the spaghetti straps of her dress off her shoulders and lets the cocktail dress drop. She's less slender and waifish than when she was created, which isn't entirely the fault of Horuss' transfiguration. A few days of decadent living have filled out her cheeks. She throws one leg over Fulgora's coil and settles down, sliding her glazed satin-white skin against Fulgora's scales. Sorukso pulls loose a knot on one shoulder, and the black gi he wears unravels from his arm, revealing dense coral red patterns of crashing waves from his ball and socket shoulder to ball jointed fingers that reach up to tuck stray plum colored bangs behind Fulgora's fin-like ear.

Sorukso: a2 iit turn2 0ut we have been practiicing advanced techniique2

The heiress relaxes down into her coils more, and one hand moves to pat the thicker doll while she leans slightly towards the ninja doll. She considers both of their designs for a good moment, even tracing the wave-like patterns on the ninja with her hand that's not more focused on his sister.

Fulgora: It must have taken a LONG time to get these designs right 38O
Fulgora: Most dolls you see their designs were rus)(ed
Fulgora: But you really took your time, )(u)(?

Behind them, Kudoten is feeling the pressures within reach a peak.

Kudoten: I Hope You Are Prepared To Receive Your Next Dose Of Ardent From The Source

At this point, Kudoten holds Danyali by the hips, her knees in the crooks of the demon’s elbows. The sphinx has spilled out, all fur and feathers, across the bed, breasts rolling with the ryhtm of the helltouched's thrusts. The vibrations of her throaty purr send Kudoten over the edge, and thick ichor begins to fill the sphinx's insides.

Dany's hands are both splayed next to her head, and her glazed gaze is held on Kudoten's face. Each thrust pushes out another gasp, another keening purr. The only response she has to the statement is a throaty purr that fills her whole body, needfulness in one sound. She gasps as she feels herself filled, the hot electric feeling of fresh ardent ichor causing her to orgasm right there, her entire body tensing up as a silent scream rips through her. Her body relaxes all at once, and all she can do is gaze at Kudoten and mutter out a phrase before another orgasm racks her body as the ardent ichor quickens towards its goal.

Danyali: i love y—nnyaa~

Nyalateph's head turns as she hears the door open behind her, the beetle returning. She eyes the axolotl choking on that cock, the hellspawn corrupting a snow white kitten on the bed, and the deepwater heiress playing with her dolls before looking back at Nyalateph. Nyalateph, with a husky breathiness in her voice, asks her for a veritable feast of delicacies and at least two more bottles of that spicewine. The Prospitan Chessgirl nods as she tries to keep her gaze on the one ordering rather than the distractions, waiting to speak. She asks, quite timidly, how the good sir will pay for the order, stuttering for a moment before correcting to ma’am.

Nyalateph: :33 < put it on the room tabby! and you can call me sir if you want~

Salem can't help but feel like she's missing out as she pushes up on Fulgora's anal plates to further expose her dripping cloaca. The fact that she can't pinpoint exactly what is bothering her keeps her from settling into the seductive certainty of purpose she can distantly feel through her connection to her brother. That stick in the mud probably wasn't even going to get tongue involved. Salem plants her lips around one of Fulgora's hemiclits. Her mind wanders to Mamoru, whose shockingly long tongue is wrapped multiple times around Nyalateph's barbed cock, spiraling infinitely toward the base like a barber's pole.

Nyalateph holds Mamoru's head down, shuddering as the action drags out of her chest. She thrusts upwards for a moment before she feels her seed spill out into his hungry mouth, filling it with her warm fluid. For a moment, she considers what she said to the bug lady, but that moment is fleeting as she starts thrusting up into Mamoru again, hungry for another orgasm.

Fulgora moans, the heiress spilling out more as Salem gets to work. She turns her head towards Sorukso, leaning in and giving a large, toothy grin.

Fulgora: Are you just going to sit t)(ere, small one?
Fulgora: I would find it pleasing if you assisted your sibling.

Her voice has changed, as has her body language. Everything about her reads as a character who's older than she appears, someone who has seen the darkest depths for every second of her life. Fulgora has more fully taken over for her player, gladly taking the reins so her other self could sit in the passenger seat and enjoy things vicariously through her.

Sorukso: 0f c0ur2e y0ur maje2ty h0w f00lii2h 0f me

A sad and beautiful dream of chaste kissing is tamped down like the mixed gunpowders of a colorful paper rocket, and Sorukso settles in beside his equivocating sister. They work in tandem, him voracious and methodical, her contemplative and surgical, working at the hemiclits until Sorukso slides a hand in the spear-like nukite form into the iridescent depths of Fulgora's maze like passage.

Salem objects telepathically, sure that her brother was going to clumsily grope his way into the wrong hole, but Sorukso places his other hand, reassuringly, on Salem's bare ass.

Sorukso: ii kn0w what iim d0iing
Fulgora: C)(aste kisses can come later, little one. Tonig)(t is a nig)(t for D—EBAUC)(—ERY
Fulgora: Your friend wis)(es to experience suc)( untouc)(able pleasures t)(rough my eyes. Let us all treat )(er well.

Fulgora reaches down and pets his head as he processes her intrusion into his thoughts, smiling at him as he feels her insides massage around him, coaxing him deeper.

Meanwhile, Nyalateph has moved down to a lounge, pulling the axolotl still choking on her hard shaft with her so he is lying prone, his feet next to her mouth. She moans aloud, head turning towards those adorable splayed toes of the axolotle feet. She feels a hunger well in her. A hunger that drags her forward. She leans into those feet and wraps a tongue around one, slurping all around it before purring deeply. She continues, slurping between, around, and especially on the pads and top. At moments, she brings a foot into her mouth and sucks on it, savoring the flavor.. But she notes that it doesn't satisfy. Not enough.

Mamoru had been just fine following along passively, satisfying his own lavishing urges at the end of Nyalateph's cock (and swiftly disrobing to get his free hands on his own) until he feels her probe his digits with her scratchy tongue. He knew the reputation the sphinxes carried as well as he did the helltouched. He had quite knowingly led his precious collection into a den of vipers and fed the lion his gluttonous wine.

A magician of his caliber is studied in such daring feats, but usually it is one's head which one tempted the beast with. Mamoru braces against the ticklish sensation, and uses one hand to check on the obol he had tucked away. Each of them had one, he had made sure to acquire two spares. His remained securely in his private inventory. The thrill of the spiritual adventure he is about to embark on, as well as the flood of sensations, threatens to break the dam, but he wants to wait a moment more.

Salem, however, isn't feeling it. First Sorukso crammed in next to her, and now he's elbow deep in the iridescent goop. Not to mention Fulgora's intrusion into their shared mental space. She doesn't know why she's so bothered, and she doesn't want her sour mood to drag down such a big moment for Sorukso. She appreciates the consolation of his other hand on her ass though. She reaches back to drag it down by the wrist, and he complies, working his jointed fingers past her spring trap pussy. Salem tries to let her mind sink back into the static of debauchery, but her eyes settle instead on Kudoten, black tendrils withdrawing from Danyali, trailing strings of thick ichor, her abs flexed, and all Salem can feel is longing as she grinds against her brother's hand.

Dany is on the bed gasping, twisting and arching her spine. Every muscle in her back is rippling, as are the muscles of her chest and the ones over her ribcage. The flesh between her skin and sides ripples, twists. The ichor is flowing through her strongly, every drop having been taken in, and the already large amount of spicewine of the same type within her has caused a resonance throughout her.

To any of the various onlookers, it seems like pain at first glance, but the sounds she's making do not suggest such. Instead, the moans and gasps tell of absolute ecstasy, even as bones and tendons start crackling in her lower body as her hips widen. Every gasping breath inwards causes another swell in her chest, one that does not fade with her exhales as her chest becomes unnaturally larger. Every sexual curve on her entire body swells along with her chest.

The crackling of ribs is audible as material splits off of them, twisting into two tendrils of boney flesh without fur. They stretch, becoming four pronged talons, before grasping her swollen breasts. This pleasant squish causes an even breathier moan to twist out of her absolutely dripping with sexuality. Her arching back allows room for her wings to pull downwards as their sockets are dislocated and then relocated, ending up lower on her back and above a now even more pleasantly sculpted rear.

She relaxes all at once, the intense, long lasting orgasmic recreation finally reaching its end. She stretches her jaw once, twice, a newly thinner and more dextrous tongue gently feeling around her newly sharper canines. She remains laying there, eyes glazed over, almost entirely numb to the world. Dany gasps once more as her long, not the most well kept hair changes, softens. It becomes bright, shining like platinum, and naturally settles into a perfect seductive style. Even as she moves her head the hair flows naturally to look as though it itself is posing. She is only just barely stirring.

Kudoten: Yes Let Your Divine Feminine Spill Out From Your Mortal Form
Kudoten: Know What It Is To Be Touched By Hell
Kudoten: Kudoten rakes a hand through Danyali's ruffled fur and turns her attention to Salem's hungry gaze.
Kudoten: If I May Be So Bold Your Highness It Occurs To Me That Playing With Dolls Is Better With Friends

Fulgora's gaze snaps to Kudoten's eyes. While there may not be the same abyssal depth as with the eyes of her kin, the Empress, there is something else within those eyes. Something older than the ocean, deeper than the abyss, older than time itself, peering through. Fulgora grins, and she remains unblinking as she speaks.

Fulgora: And we are friends, Kudoten of the Ardent Brood? In t)(at case, allow me to offer some advice. Care for )(ow far you pus)( your )(ost. S)(e is not as mild as s)(e looks. Salem, go and meet the pleasures of )(ell.
She gives Salem one last pet, rolling her fingers under her chin to cause her to look at her as she speaks. She then pushes back very slightly with one finger, pulling the hand away to begin groping her own full breast, smiling down at Sorukso.

Salem pops up from Fulgora, iridescent pink fluids dripping from her nose and chin onto her porcelain breasts. She vaults back onto the bed, hardly disturbing it as she hops over Danyali's sprawled form and into Kydoten's arms.

Rather than shattering into hundreds of pieces like a stack of china against a marble counter, there is only a muffled clatter as Kudoten slides her fingers between the interlocking porcelain. She raises the doll to lick the juices from her face with her long, forked tongue, then Kudoten rolls back on her heels to probe the doll's lower mechanisms with her black tendrils.

Salem sighs, shaking like a leaf in the succubus’ hands. Her misgivings unravel.

Across the room, Mamoru has slid past his knee down the sphinx's gullet, his other leg pressed up against his side. He disengages momentarily from the barbed cock he's been fellating to do his duty as a gentle-kobold.

Mamoru: Do you prefer your gravy on the side?

Nyalateph moans around Mamoru's legs, the only response she can muster with so much of him down her throat. She then takes a large gulp, pulling him even deeper, and then another. And in truth, her mind is a roaring hunger, a desire to eat this axolotl and send him to her gullet, to feel his soul thrum in her chest. She wishes she could just tear him to pieces, even, taste the blood on her tongue... but he is an ally, even if he's half down her throat. An ally deserved to be swallowed whole, unless they asked otherwise like that kobold she had sent to Hades when she first arrived in the Lands between Derse and Prospit.

Mamoru feels himself slide past the sphinx's lips and immediately begins to unload into his maw, painting, in a series of thrusting pulses, the back of his throat. Mamoru tries, once more, to return to the sphinx's throbbing member, but he's too far down Nyalateph's throat now. Instead, Mamoru relaxes into the afterglow so he can go down easy.

Nyalateph continues to swallow his new friend, taking hold of his own shaft with the hand that isn't currently groping his breast to replace the lizard's tongue, taking the barbed and knotted shaft in hand and beginning to stroke as he continues to gulp Mamoru down.

A knock on the door catches his attention as he gulps enough that Mamoru is only visible from the chest up. He gulps again, pulling his first of many meals tonight down to his shoulders. As the various bug people pour in with food, they all try to ignore the consumption and debauchery in front of them. All except one. The same Prospitian Chessgirl from before stares, enraptured at Nyalateph's form as he swallows and strokes, slowly taking the Axolotl fully into his stomach.

Once Mamoru is one swallow from completing the first leg of his long journey, the sphinx takes a bottle of the spicewine and forciby pops the cork, the thing shooting off without any care for anyone else in the room, before he chugs the foaming concoction down to wash away the amphibian. He throws the bottle to the side before he belches loudly, gesturing at the Pensive Concierge with the hand that was just on his cock, covered in pre and axolotl saliva.

Nyalateph: :33 < you can stay a while! :33c
Nyalateph: :33 < maybe you can give me some treats?

The rest of the bugs look at the Perverted Carapacian, worried, but they continue setting up the many plates of roasted meats, fine cheeses, and decadent pastries on the table. He picks at the food randomly as they file out, all but swallowing the food down with little care for much more than filling his increasingly hungry belly, swigging more and more Lavishing Spicewine between each morsel.

Mamoru thought the slow slide to his temporary fate would be relatively uneventful, but as the chess folk file in with the platters of food and Nyalateph carelessly pops the cork from a second bottle of spicewine, he begins to prepare himself for a colorful sendoff.

The sphinx upturns the bottle and Mamoru opens wide from his snug position, gulping down as much of this life's final toast before the bottle of lavishing lubricates his discent and he is gulped down into the darkness. He has no protections to prolong his dissolution or light his way, and he thinks he prefers it that way as he feels cured meats and fresh fruits follow him into the stomach.

Sorukso looks on curiously as the commotion ebbs, and the carapacians file out of the room. Watching the little kobold slip inside gives the armorous ninja an idea. Even with both arms now available without Salem to distract him, Fulgora is so large compared to his diminutive puppet frame that he was hardly hitting the walls. What's more, he figures he might get another chance at a kiss if he went in feet first.

A few more knots undone with iridescent-fluid-soaked hands, and the ninja is finally naked. He begins with one two-toed tabi-like foot, then reaches up for help from Fulgora. The heiress reaches down and holds him gently with both arms, ready to guide him inside of her form. She smiles down to him with warmth in her eyes, cradling him in her arms as he prepares his descent.

Fulgora: Be certain of your pat)(, little one, because my magics are strong wit)(in. I may be no witc)( any longer, but I )(ave the D—E—EP KNOWL—EDG—E all the same.

Even as she offers this warning, she guides his other leg to her cloaca, sighing gently with pleasure as it slips in. She rolls her body down, bending her sinuous, flexible form so as to be face to face with him, chest to chest, even as more of him disappears into her depths. Sorukso doesn't break eye contact, even as his sister’s cries of ecstasy reach a steady keening. Kudoten is using Salem considerably more roughly than she did Danyali, drilling her cowrie with writhing masses of tendrils. Sorukso sides one hand around Flugora's shoulder, pressing his forehead against hers.

Sorukso: iif y0ur depth 0f kn0wledge ii2 2uch a burden let u2 carry iit t0gether

Fulgora grins and leans in, gently kissing his lips. She pulls back away for just a moment.

Fulgora: Meet t)(e abyss wit)( courage, t)(en, brave puppet.

She pulls him into a deeper kiss, twisting her body down, bearing down and pushing him to herself more.

Dany arches her back, the talons holding her breasts like just the cups of a corset, keeping the flesh held at pleasing angles. They flex against the soft flesh as she lets out a moan, rolling her head to look at Kudoten's new toy. She smiles at the sight, not knowing exactly why it brings her such joy, but she knows that sharing this pleasure is good. She pulls herself upwards with just her core, not using any leverage beyond her own muscles to pull herself up, slipping over to the edge of the bed and hanging her legs off the side. She looks around, studying each party in the place, but none catch her eye. None but her new mate, the one who linked their souls. He's currently being fed lavishly by the Prospitian, who sits kneeling next to him, feeding plenty of meats and cheeses and glugs of Lavishing Spicewine.

A smile comes to her lips, the bottom one now notably plumper. She stands from the bed before walking over, her exaggerated and surprisingly comfortable sway of the hips drawing her gluttonous lover's attention. He accepts her with waiting, open arms as she comes to him, falling to his lap and grinding down against his erection with her plush perfect ass. She pulls him into a deep kiss, ensuring plenty of her faintly ichorous saliva to mix with his own spicewine stained.

Trizzl surfaces from overstimulation, still dazed. Jandra and Rankora aren't on the bed, and it takes Trizzl a moment to orient herself enough in the private room to understand that the murmuring she hears is the cooing and consolation of Jandra, who has settled into the armchair around Rakora, petting her black fur.

Jandra: That's not how I remember the familiar bond working, but I don't sense any other explanation for your invulnerability. There are other mind altering effects we could experiment with. Terezi?

Trizzl bolts upright, her skin suddenly crawling. She rolls onto her knees, inclining her snout to Jandra obediently. Her knowledge of the world was muddled with myths and alternate histories, and little more than journeyman knowledge of the helltouched, so she is quite confused as to how this sort of subservience relates to greed or how it might evolve with prolonged exposure into becoming helltouched.

Trizzl: Y3S MY L13G3?
Jandra: Has your elven blood affected your kobold fertility?
Trizzl: 1F 1 L4Y SOM3ON3 NOW 1T SHOULD CONF3R MY KOBOLD LOY4LTY, 4LTHOUGH LOY4LTY TO WHOM 1 COULD NOT GU3SS. 1 4M TRULY 4MB1V4L3NT TOW4RDS GOOD 4ND 3V1L.
Rakora: i hvaen't gone udner at all
Rakora: like evne befroe i got rosie to play

Rakora looks over at Trizzl and smiles, before cuddling back into Jandra and looking back up with big eyes.

Rakora: drakes r cute
Rakora: but woud i still b kibty?
Trizzl: DR4GON'S BLOOD 1S WH4T M4K3S SOM3ON3 R3PT1L14N. L4Y1NG W1LL M4K3 YOU MOR3 OF 4 C4T 1 TH1NK.
Jandra: Laying was Pyralspite's answer to Lord Anglisk's hellhound litters.
Trizzl: WHO?
Jandra: The sorcerer in exile.

Rakora stretches before rolling off of Jandra's lap. She takes a few sawying steps towards the kobold as she steadies her feet.

Rakora: that sounds pref
Rakora: cat me up lol

Trizzl responds coolly toward Rakora's advances, watching Jandra instead. The sphinx didn't know what she was asking, and more importantly, if Trizzl resisted, Jandra would have to tell her to do it. That seemed preferable somehow. Jandra smiles knowingly. There would be a gestation period after the struggle, an opportunity for another round with Trizzl, and she was getting hot and bothered just thinking about the color they would redecorate the room with.

Jandra: You heard her, welp. Wolf her down.

Trizzl thrills as she whips around, grabbing Rakora by the wrists and twisting her over to the surface of the bed, lashing her powerful tail to prevent Rakora from using their momentum to continue the roll. Her claws and talons bite into furred flesh, and Trizzl clamps her maw down on the sphinx's neck and collar bone.

Rakora was not prepared for this for a moment, and it's made very clear by how quickly she slams into the bed, making no attempt to continue the roll or do anything else to break out. All the reaction the girl is able to let forth is a single eep of shock, and by the time her spicewine addled mind realizes what's going on she's already on the bed with teeth digging into her neck.

What comes next is a series of automatic responses, a beat off from where they needed to be. As she stated earlier, her character levels do not reflect her actual in-game combat experience, so nothing is honed to a knife's edge. The housecat's pupils thin sharply, and without even thinking she lets out a yowl. A moment later, a flick of the tail causes a force to burst forth from the cat that pushes at Trizzl's soul. Rakora is not powerful enough to knock it straight out of the body (especially not a player's), but the autonomous attack is a surprise to be sure.

Jandra: Hoo hoo hoo! Smart play, not answering tooth with nail. You don't want her shedding any of that cold blood of hers.

Trizzl is shaken, and she dislodges her jaw from Rakora's shoulder to cough up the fresh blood she made Trizzl inhale. On creation, Trizz spat sparks and flames. She had since gone through a few changes. Arcing plasma gathers in the drake's jaws as her eyes begin to glow. Digging her claws into the sphinx conjurer's arms, she rains hot lightning down on Rakora.

Rakora has just enough time to attempt immaterialism, but the spell is only able to activate enough to stop herself from being fried entirely. She cannot convert her entire body to soul just yet, and so the lightning hits like a strong taser, causing the poor kitten to freeze in place, all of her muscles locking in pain.

The spell also saps her mana, quickly draining her energy to the point she's left gasping on the floor beneath the lizard. But, thankfully, not fried to a crisp.

Trizzl: TH3R3'S 4N 1D34. YOU WOULD B3 F4R 34S13R TO CONSUM3 L1K3 TH4T.

Trizzl touches a claw to the blood on her tongue as if she were inking a quill pen. In a flash she has traced a strange seven pointed glyph in the air which drips down into the stunned sphinx's fur.

Trizzl: TRY TH4T 4G41N WH3N YOU'R3 F3d UP W1TH 831NG TORN TO 81TS. TH4T'LL B3 G4M3 OV3R.
Rakora: ggh ididntmean
Rakora: whydddyou
Rakora: jneahglp

Rakora’s throat is still partially paralyzed, much like the rest of her. She doesn't know if she should try that again, she has no idea what Trizzl’s spell does at all, but she doesn't know if she wants this to continue, either. She reaches up with a shakey hand and grips onto whatever she can reach, her tendons flexing. It might not be enough to draw blood, but it's the only option she can think of to communicate 'I don't like this,' beyond biting or hissing.

Trizzl: HOW D1D YOU TH1NK 1 W4S G3TT1NG YOU 1NS1D3 M3? UNH1NG3 MY J4W? 1'M NOT 4 SPH1NX. J4NDR4, SH3 DO3SN'T L1K3 TH1S G4M3.

Jandra doesn't look away from the pooling crimson. Trizzl catches Rakora's paw in her mouth and bites down hard, shredding and tearing.

Jandra: It'll be over all too soon.
Trizzl: NO BUT SH3 DO3SN'T W4NT TH1S, YOU H4V3 TO T3LL M3 TO STOP.
Jandra: You don't tell me what I have to do. She said she was having trouble taking this world seriously. Like she said, I'm the only one who can fix her.

Rakora gasps in pain at the new bite, starting to tremble from the lightheadedness and the pain. She's getting dizzy, and her vision is starting to blur. She looks over at Jandra through tears she doesn’t remember shedding. It's hard for her, as she passes out from the mixture of dangerously low mana reserves and blood loss, not to wonder why her best friend in the world isn't trying to help her. Later she might realize, but in this moment, she's just scared and in pain as she fades into a cold, dreamless slumber.

Rakora is not the only one destined for an egg of transformation. Sorukso lies, sunk into an immeasurably deep well of inky blackness. It's deeper than total darkness, darker than his closed eyes, an endless void. In that void there are whispers that tug at reason. He reassures himself that this will bring him closer to Fulgora. The void sharpens his sense of his bonds, contrasting against what would normally seem like a lack of sensations.

In the stomach of the Sphinx Shaman Nyalatph, Mamoru has quickly unwound into looseweave thoughts and memories; a soul slurry churning in Nyala's stomach, but not yet settled into his breasts, or more likely since his identity has begun slipping, his balls. Something else is keeping these threads connected, and for a moment the tangle that was Mamoru reflects on the eccentricities of his past. His upbringing in Ummsayaha, studying the harsh limitations of science. His encounter with Nix, and his resultant pilgrimage and apprenticeship in Alternia with the secretive worldbuilders. The pieces of his quest were coming together, but as always there was something missing.

The only one of the three psionics with eyes to see, Salem moans limply in Kudoten's arms, ichor leaking from every seam. Her mind is a comfortable thrum of sensuality. There is something she needs to be sure to do, something she had been careful of so often in the past, but the squirming sensation crawling throughout her body breaks up any thoughts she might try to string together.

The Piquant Chessgirl watches the bacchanal with morbid curiosity. Her own sprawling history lead her here, and Pyralspite grant her the strength to follow through with her ordained fate. Her eyes settle once again on Nyalateph and his prominent member.

Fulgora rests, leaning back on the bed with her eyes closed, hand resting on her domed stomach. She considers reaching out to the soul within the hellspawn nearby, but she knows that this would be noticed. Perhaps that would upset her plots, and this one was a long time coming. She rolls her head and slowly opens her eyes to gaze upon Nyalateph, watching him drink down his soulbonded lover's tongue.

Dany pulls away with a gasp, giggling some more while tracing her fingers down to play with her lover's sensitive chest, her gaze lowering to his neck. She smiles at him and slides down just enough, kissing at the flesh of it oh so gently. He murmurs quietly to her, expecting her to go lower. But instead, a sharp ingress of breath comes when she suddenly bites down with newly sharpened fangs. The red blood stains the white fur around her mouth as well as the sandy fur around his throat, even as she latches onto the wound and starts drinking with an increased gluttony.

Not only had she partaken in some of the glutton's spicewine, but his saliva and blood had steeped long in the lavishing liquor. She drinks with a greed, feeling some of his lifeforce enter her body, and she begins to grind once more on his thigh. But he wouldn't feel pain, and the noises he makes prove this to the room. Instead, the sounds he makes are ones of growing lust. While a matured ardent hellspawn would be able to produce a toxin, she could not yet. In fact, the only thing that she produced was a light ardent spicewine-esque substance in her saliva, but it is enough to turn his pain into pleasure, his dizziness into desire.

She pulls away from the wound as it slowly shuts, the secondary effect caused by her feline nature, and licks at the wound to clear it of blood and speed up the healing process. After a moment, she sinks down lower, lower, and lower until her face is directly before his erect cock. She lets out a purring mrowl before kissing it, and then swallowing it whole, taking the place of the former lizard now simmering in his swollen testes.

Nyalateph turns to the beetle servant he ordered, giving her what can only be described as a hungry look over.

Nyalateph: :33 < i'm feline very hungry, all of a sudden
Nyalateph: :33 < purrhaps you could help me with that, cutie? :33c

The Prospitan Concierge approaches, watching the cats paw at one another. What a wonderful blessing, that this morbid fate fascinated her so. She holds out her dominant hand as she makes clear her emphatic acquiescence. Nyalateph grins as he takes her wrist and pulls it towards his mouth, licking every finger and then between them, and then licking his lips as well. He pauses for a moment.

Nyalateph: :33 < why does a lion eating a bug feel like it means something...
Nyalateph: :33 < ... oh well! *he shrugs, before placing her hand in his hungry maw*

His narration of his action just before he does it doesn't strike him as strange, even if it's more of a quirk of his player than himself. He pulls her hand in and sucks at it, pulling any flavor he can from PC's carapace before gulping the hand down. He opens his now mismatched eyes and stares at her, expecting her to offer the other.

Dany has reached the base of Nyalateph's cock, and her eyes open with surprise at how deep she has impaled herself on the member. Her nose is pressed directly against his pubic mound and, even as her throat flexes and gulps around the thick, long shaft that would have prior choked her, she finds she can still breathe just fine. She purrs around his shaft, causing him to take another large gulp of the prospitian's arm. Dany then continues her motions, finding a strange sense of satisfaction coming alongside a new seemingly natural sense of how to draw more pleasure out of her lover.

After careful consideration, and a third volley of climaxes (the second within the same doll) Kudoten chooses to act on Fulgora's thoughtful glance.

Kudoten: Have You Taken Your Fill Heiress?
Kudoten: Your Other Toy Has Warmed To The Task

The deep dweller rolls her gaze over to the ardent hellspawn, unblinking eyes studying her. She slides into a sitting up position, leaning on her arms. At no point does her gaze break.

Fulgora: I do )(ope you aren't attempting to find a means to corrupt t)(e Alternian )(eiress t)(roug)( t)(is puppet, Kudoten.
Fulgora: Because muc)( like the one w)(o placed you in bondage, I am protected against suc)( t)(ings.
Fulgora: T)(oug)( my own bindings won't )(ave risk of eroding with cynicism like )(ers.
Fulgora: If acceptable, bot)( of you can participate. After all, t)(ese forms of ours are temporary.
Fulgora: Some more than others 38)

Before she changes her mind, the Palatable Companion raises her other arms past Nyalateph's leonine lips. She closes her eyes, having taken in her fill of this world, and braces herself for a new life and purpose. The sphinx king responds by pulling onto the girl's other wrist, quickly gulping down her other arm as well, ensuring that she wouldn't easily be able to escape. He's taking no careful pauses, and he's not faltering either. He had already eaten an ally, and he was still hungry. In fact, more so with the draining of his hot red blood, still staining the fur of the white sphinx a vibrant red-pink. The swallowing has another layer of pleasure for Nyalateph, one caused by the equivalent of freshly brewed Ardent Spicewine mixing in his blood. Every touch within, every motion, every twitch of the bug, causes him a shock of pleasure.

Similarly, the saliva of the girl currently refusing to choke on his cock is soaking into the flesh of said cock, causing his newly established flesh to gain a large degree of extra sensitivity. Dany smirks around the cock as she feels it throb within. Somehow, even as she continues sucking, she's able to prevent his cum from exploding forth.

Kudoten speaks over the mewling cats, all passive, casual familiarity. She's clutching Salem to her chest, messy ringlets nestled between her breasts. If nothing else, Kudoten enjoys how it makes her host squirm when she uses the True Names of her companions.

Kudoten: Come Now Feferi This Is A Reunion Of Friends Let Us Set Aside These Fictitious Rivalries And Enjoy Ourselves

Inside the virile sphinx, Mamoru feels an alien presence rush in past him, almost eager to dissolve into oblivion. Her threads intermingle with his for a moment, breaking on his loose weave solidity and bringing with her a flood of misplaced memories that filter through his being like sand through his nonexistent fingers.

When the sphinx reaches inward for energy to spend, the Phantom Conflux offers herself first to protect the dissolute kobold, leaving behind traces that fill out Mamoru's listless soul. He no longer feels as though he has been tugged around on a string. This rebirth he entered into under hedonist impulse is suddenly a solemn and spiritual experience.

Fulgora: Of course. I'd LOV----E to )(ave fun with you Kanaya! It's just...
Fulgora: Sometimes it's )(ard to see w)(ere we end and t)(ey begin at times.
Fulgora: Looking at us as we are now, are we Kudoten and Fulgora, or Kanaya and Feferi?
Fulgora: I would )(ope I could see t)(ese borders well, trained as I am!
Fulgora: Or trained as my c)(aracter is, I s)(ould say 38)

Fulgora coils more onto the bed, sliding across the surface and rolling over Kudoten. Her eyes haven't left the hellspawns face for a moment, and now her gaze is direct and only a foot away, unblinking, rolling her undulating serpentine form against the hellspawn and doll in her arms, her chest sandwiching Salem alongside Kudoten’s. As she speaks, Fulgora’s face comes closer and closer to Kudotens, voice lowering as she does, only stopping once their lips are nearly touching.

Fulgora: Imagine the )(arm a malicious t)(ird party could ac)(ieve using suc)( extra-planar bonds amongst t)(ose ignorant to t)(eir nature!
Fulgora: Suc)( innocence would be a feast for any )(ellspawn finding )(erself in a body of one of t)(ose s)(aring bonds, wouldn't s)(e?
Fulgora: Glubs, it could even be a story in universe! I'm so T)(ANKFUL you're yourself, Kanaya, rat)(er than some ot)(er entity...
Fulgora: PUPP---ETING your form in suc)( a bastardization of your normal nature...

She brings the hellspawn into a kiss, quickly overwhelming her with a long, worming tongue that reaches as deep as it can as quickly as it can, squashing her chest further against that poor doll between them, hopefully to her pleasure. The force may be a little strong, but Fulgora must admit that the method of consumption she just partook in filled her with needful lust.

Nyalateph swallows down the last of the poor white beetle girl, his thoughts only on how hungry he still is as he rests a hand on his concubine's head, thrusting his cock against her maw greedily. He looks at her pleasant curves with a deep purr in his throat, leaning his head back to let out a rumbling moan into the room. He feels the souls settle in his crotch instead of his breasts. Let them mix, he thinks, but purrhaps one could enhance his already purrfect shaft...

And so, the sphinx king reaches inwards and grabs the first soul he can, dragging it into his shaft without any care for which it might be. To his mind currently, they are both energy to be spent, even if he had once considered one a valued ally. The sudden swell in growth and girth doesn't even cause the succubus kitten any pause, her worship uninterrupted. Neither does the change in texture bother her, the flesh of the shaft gaining extra hardness as a carapace grows over it, copying the exact knotted and barbed shape but bearing a fine white shell. The sphinx king's balls churn as the Penile Constituent unspools from around Mamoru. She pours out the faces of her loves, the ambitions of her schooling, her shameful lies and carried burdens. Each of these things fills the sluggish thoughts of what was once a simple axolotl evoker, and through it all he knows she is here for him. The face of the former servant burns away in both sphinx’s memories, leaving only what it left in Mamoru and the swell and new form of the shaft.

In a Prospitan temple of Pyralspite, an aged bishop draws out the fate of a blushing pawn from a pool of crystal clear water, and what she sees is the jade moon, sundered as if something had erupted from within. This memory, and the urgency of purpose it holds, is what the chessfolk leaves with Mamoru, to mend the frayed edges of his selfhood, as the pressure builds around him.

Dany slides up the shaft, dragging her throat and lips over the entire now footsworth of shaft, passing by the newly formed medial ring and then head, slurping on just that for a moment before swallowing down the entire thing to the base once again. (edited)

Across the room, Salem begins to rattle and creak as a spider work of hairline fractures spread out across her shapely chestplate. Similarly, Sorukso churns wordlessly within Fulgora. Kudoten, however, sucks at Fulgora's probing tongue and presses against her. Fulgura presses deeper, and then deeper. Without any resistance, the Deepspawn's tongue reaches down past Kudotens core and then further. The still unblinking, still open eyes keep their gaze. Kudoten can feel the coils of the sea monster curling around her, tightening, mindful of the presence of the porcelain doll, but bearing down nonetheless.

A flash of black water, deep and dark, the feeling of drowning crosses Kudoten's psyche. Another flash, and she perceives Fulgora finally pulling away, long tongue unwinding. A flash, and she finds herself struggling against the inky blackness, iridescent bubbles of her own breath shimmering and floating away. Fulgora's tongue is fully withdrawn, but still hanging as she pulls back, those coils around the hellspawn undulating as a mass is pushed downwards.

And then Kudoten sees, as a sky blue soft egg passes from Fulgora onto the bed in a splash of ocean water, and in and of the face of the now orgasming fish still staring deep into her eyes, a monstrosity staring at her. A mass of tentacle and teeth and endless eyes, glowing in the iridescence of her own facsimile of a lifesource it is examining, picking over what she has beyond the separate soul that she has trapped, studying the glowing web of everything she is as she floats there, breathless and lifeless...

Then, she returns to the bed, trapped in the moist coils of the seamonster who just gave birth, an unfortunately damaged doll still crushed between them. Fulgora licks her face before speaking once more.

Fulgora: W)(at's the matter, Kudoten of the Ardent Brood? You look as t)(oug)( you've seen something quite frig)(tening 38)

Kudoten felt naked under that gaze. Her subversion of Kanaya felt small and petty. Hell seemed like a spa resort compared to the everpresent pressure of the inky blackness of those eyes. She discards the used toy and does what she can within the endless coils to rub warmth back into her stone-like skin. In the cold and the dark she receives solace from the most unlikely place: Kanaya reaching out to thwart the cosmic terror.

The sphinx king lets out a louder, more insistent growl as he feels his orgasm approach. He gives no warning to his concubine, but still with a slight grin on her lips Dany rolls up from the base of his cock with his pubes in her nose and cockhead in her stomach, racing his orgasm. She pulls away just in time, a splash of hot cum falling on her tongue and greedily gulped down before more and more ropes coat her face generously.
Nyalateph lets out a deep growling roar as his seed arcs in the air, splattering all over his kitten concubine and the floor around him. The taste of the cum itself and the strange tingling numbness it causes Dany once she swallows it causes her core to collapse as she orgasms yet again, tiny ropes of weak ichor splattering into the puddle in front of her as she moans, desperate for another gulp of the enriched seed. Currently, she cannot as she falls prone before his feet, shuddering as his ropes splatter on her pelt.

Salem ragdolls to the bed beside her brother's egg. She sparks and crackles in the sea-soaked sheets, mouth hanging open and voiceless. For a moment it seems no life would return to them, as Mamoru seeps into the carpet and Dany's extra talons rub him into her breasts. Then, a black, faceted medallion appears, floating and rotating over the ground. Arcane symbols traced around the square punched hole begin to glow, gold on one face, and violet on the other. The spinning slows until the coin stops on its edge, and Mamoru cashes in one pilfered obol.

The sphinx cum sublimates into the air, condensing around the burning coin, until the axolotl is reformed... with a few notable alterations. His gills rise like a rack of coral antlers. His pale flesh is girded with pearly scales, and a secondary set of arms lie tucked against his ribcage. Upon her master’s return, Salem's crimson flames flare up in spite of the sea water, and she takes in a shuddering breath.

Kudoten: Merely Awestruck Your Highness
Kudoten: I Had Underestimated The Other Players In This Game

Fulgora grins at Kudoten's response, showing all of her teeth as she begins to laugh. Fulgora uncoils from Kudoten, standing at a height enough to reach the ceiling as she stretches herself out as she fills the room with her mirth. She looks back down at the hellspawn, studying her physically, but the flashes of her entire self being dragged forth for the perusal of that entity flash in Kudoten's mind.

Fulgora: )(ubris is t)(e most DANG---EROUS sin, Ardent Brood, remember that well.
Fulgora: It may serve you well some day.
Fulgora: If you would excuse me, I )(ave something I must do before the nig)(t is throug)(.

She offers the hellspawn a condescending ruffle of the hair between her horns before sliding off the bed, stalking towards the sphinxes. She eyes Nyalateph, slowly sliding back down to a more normal height and then lower, until she's eye to eye with his kneeling form. She rolls up to him and traces a finger on his chin, smiling. Within her, her hostess squirms in excitement as they approach the voracious catboy.

Fulgora: Do you )(unger still, your )(ig)(ness?
Nyalateph: :33 < *he purrs at her attention, but his stomach growls hungrily at the smell of fish!*
Nyalateph: :33 < yes i am, your mewjesty!
Fulgora: I would like to )(elp you in sating your )(unger, king Nyaltep)(.
Fulgora: I believe I will be a filling meal

As he opens his mouth to reply she pushes herself forward, causing him to open his maw wider. It doesn't take long for him, eyes half-lidded, to start gulping her down. The serpent squirms in, speeding the process along, finding herself meeting his stomach before long.

She, at this point, allows her charge to take over. Once Feferi is in charge, she lets out a moan, trying to reach her cloaca. The fact this is painless, or at least innately causing a lack of sensation, makes it so much better. The witch's magic keeps her alive, but the fact her head meets acid first means that before the serpent woman is even half swallowed, her entire body has gone slack as the sphinx's powerful stomach eats its way into her skull.

Within the egg, Sorukso feels the motion of waves, calming him. Even if he can't feel the warmth of his mother amongst the cool chill of the depths, the gentle rocking is pleasant. The chill seeps into him, familiarizing itself with him. The darkness seeps into him, and roots around within his soul. He can feel slimy tendrils wrap themselves around the soft membrane protecting his embryonic form, having been reduced to a genetic slurry from a base of inorganic-ness by the insides of Fulgora. And now, he can feel the tentacles pierce the shell, threatening to spill his form into the deep waters around him, but the sharp pang of panic is dragged away with ocean currents...

The puppet opens his eyes, the carefully crafted mechanisms still there. He's in pure, pitch darkness. A soft, cooing voice surrounds him, envelops him, and slowly pulls him away from himself. He then sees her, in all of her beauty. His mother's true form, and within the mass of beautiful iridescent tentacles and teeth, a sleeping form of a young girl, one that a part of him immediately recognizes.

His mother speaks, her soft, knowing voice filling his soul. Her words are not sounds, but feelings, ideas. They shape him, making him some strange step between his former self and his mothers serpentine avatar. He watches Feferi open her eyes, looking on him with a gentle, lost tiredness. She smiles at him, immediately recognizing who he is.

His mother reaches one of her tendrils into herself, past herself, and into Feferi's chest. She pulls a single strand of her soul free, but does not remove it. Instead, she pulls it like unwinding thread, carrying it over to him. She reaches into his chest, and he can feel a deep, inexplicable connection form, one that will last until he wakes.

Feferi falls back asleep within their shared protector, who takes him in her tentacles. They envelop him, covering his vision with soft, gentle iridescence, and he can feel as his transformation completes, and he grows into it without having to age. A soft lullaby fills him, and slowly, he drifts off to sleep...

Trizzl had committed many misdeeds since her rebirth: colluded with dark powers, conspired to the demise of lofty powers, but Rakora struggling under her teeth would stay with her for a long time. She's staring at the ceiling now, not actively ignoring what's going on, but too numb to seek it out again. Another orgasm clutches at her groin, but there hasn't been anything to release for some time.

Jandra cups one of Trizzl's elven breasts and tries to pinch her nipple through the thick, slick blood. When that doesn't get a rise out of the kobold, Jandra tucks her hind hands under her ass and flips up from a crab crawl into a crouch, continuing to spear herself on the kobold's forced erection.

Jandra: What's with the sour face, Trizzl? The grizzly deed is done! Time to celebrate new life? Hoo hoo hoo
Trizzl: NO LOV3 1S LOST B3TW33N TH3 CL3RGY OF PYR4LSP1T3 4ND TH3 H3LLTOUCH3D, BUT 1 3SP3C14LLY D3SP1S3 YOUR BR33D OF S1N. WH4T 4BOUT TON1GHT 1S M34NT TO COMP3LL M3 TO FURTH3R 3XPOSUR3? WH4T K1ND OF WOM4N SUBM1TS TO TH1S?
Jandra: Why, to obtain such a power over others. What more is there? Oh! Look, your new daughter is hatching.

Within the egg, a dreamless form squirms, her black fur wet and matted by the liquid surrounding her in the sparkling pink leathery shell around her, the skin of it much too tight against her form. Her eyes shoot open, two bright pink things, and her claws expose themselves.

From outside, the claws tearing through the shell are sudden and noticeable, causing a ripping sound to echo through the room. She pours out from the hole all at once on a puddle of the protein matrix that fed her for her short gestation, leaving her shivering on the floor, clutching to herself and whimpering, still full of terror from her previous final moments.

She's sober now, sober and fully aware that this didn't change her. She was Roxy Lalonde still, even as she was in this smaller body. She pushes herself up, feeling newly reshaped digitigrade legs and reshaped hips moving strangely underneath her skin.

She is much too cold.

She is much too hungry.

She lets out a pitiful sob, clutching a single arm around her strangely swollen chest.

The other two in the room see her form in full before she could. Her body had retained much the same curves, but on a much shorter chassis, and her tail now had much more flexibility to it based on how it was moving, how it was curling around her in an attempt to self soothe. Her fur had much the same luster, though it seemed much shorter and closer, and a lot finer as well. She seemed as though once dry she might feel like velvet to the touch. She tries to push herself up more fully, but her muscles are weak with exhaustion. She can't even raise her arms to signal that she wishes to log out, ending up falling chestfirst into her puddle when she attempts the motion.

Jandra: And there you have it. No surer change in perspective than I have ever seen. That's got to be two feet of difference.

Jandra rolls off of Trizzl to perch on the side of the bed, crossing her legs dramatically. She uses her lacquered fingers to wipe the blood from her lips, then licks them dry. Her blue skin is clothed in Rakora's drying blood.

Rakora looks at Jandra for a long moment before looking at the floor, tears rolling out of her eyes out of her control. She doesn't like that, not at all, and she doesn't like that she needs to be vulnerable to these two right now, but the position she's in leaves her no real choice.

Rakka: i wanna log out pls
Rakka: i cant do it
Rakka: hlep me

Trizzl rises from the bed onto her elbow to witness what fresh horror keeps her victim here when she herself was able to log out once she was reborn. The panic crushing her heart subsides when she recognizes that the process was merely too quick. This player hasn't had a chance to rest like she did within her mother's womb. She moves to go to her kitten's side and help her, but Jandra's crossed leg catches her by the wrist.

Trizzl: L3T H3R GO, YOU M4D3 YOUR PO1NT. >:[
Jandra: If I just wanted to stop you I wouldn't need to raise a finger. Rakka, do you have any obols with you?
Rakka: janey pls
Rakka: i want to go home

Somewhere, she knows that Jandra's in charge right now. Still, there is hope she can reach out to her friend, somehow.

Rakka: i dont want to play rn
Rakka: pls

Trizzl pulls free and goes to help the pathetic newborn, holding her up and helping her to make the childish hand sign so she can remove her goggles.

Trizzl: YOU 4LR34DY S41D YOU STOL3 H3R OBOL WHY WOULD YOU C4LL ATT3NT1ON TO 1T?
Jandra: Maybe she has another one on her, I don't know.
Rakka: thank u
Rakka: msg me l8r pls

She leans against Trizzl and accepts the help readily. As she wakes up, she tears everything off of herself and immediately makes a beeline for the shower, and then her bed. It will take her hours to fall asleep tonight. But she spends most of it texting with Dave, who also awoke from the game recently. Though it would seem his time had gone much more pleasantly than hers.